A “digger” from California, eulogizing the climate, said:
“There’s a mountain there—the Sawyer Nevady, they call it—with a valley
on each side of it, the one hot, the other cold. Well, get on the top of
that mountain with a double-barreled gun, and you can, without moving,
kill summer or winter game, just as you will.”
“What! Have you ever tried it?” asked one of his auditors.
“Tried! Often—and would have done pretty well but for one thing.”
“Well, what was that?”
“I wanted a dog that would stand both climates. The last dog I had froze
his tail while huntin’ on the summer side. He didn’t get entirely out of
the winter side, you know, sir.”—_Old scrap book._