KINDNESS TO STRANGERS IN DISTRESS--REMARKS IN REFERENCE TO EARLY
RISING--DIGGINGS WAX UNPRODUCTIVE--NED TAKES A RAMBLE, AND HAS A SMALL
ADVENTURE--PLANS FORMED AND PARTLY DEVELOPED--REMARKABLE HUMAN CREATURES
DISCOVERED, AND STILL MORE REMARKABLE CONVERSE HELD WITH THEM.
"I'll throuble ye for two pounds of flour," cried Larry O'Neil, dashing
into one of the stores, which was thronged with purchasers, whom he
thrust aside rather unceremoniously.
"You'll have to take your turn, stranger, I calculate," answered the
store-keeper, somewhat sharply.
"Ah thin, avic, plaze do attind to me at wance; for sure I've run four
miles to git stuff for a dyin' family--won't ye now?"
The earnest manner in which Larry made this appeal was received with a
laugh by the bystanders, and a recommendation to the store-keeper to
give him what he wanted.
"What's the price?" inquired Larry, as the man measured it out.
"Two dollars a pound," answered the man.
"Musha! I've seed it chaiper."
"I guess so have I; but provisions are gittin' up, for nothin' has come
from Sacramento for a fortnight."
"Tay an' sugar'll be as bad, no doubt!"
"Wuss, they are; for there's next to none at all, I opine, in this here
location."
"Faix, I'll have a pound o' both, av they wos two dollars the
half-ounce. Have ye got raisins an' sago?"
"Yes."
"Give me a pound o' that, aich."