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from his experience concerning rich pockets, and turn his own inside out without spilhng anything. Like Wilkiiis Micawber, he has great hopes of something turning up; so he prospects, contenting himself when unsuccessful, as he generally is, with simply cursing his luck, but will see you where the climate is anything but cool before he will work for wages. Thinks honest industry is a mighty fine thing to talk about, but big luck is a fortune, and is the peculiar gift of the Muggins family. Believes that old clothes are an honor to the wearer, but has a lurking suspicion that men with white shirts, tall hats, and black coats are preachers, office-seekers, or monte-sharps. Is fond of white folks and whisky, but hates greasers and Chinamen; is a firm advocate of lynch law, and thinks the California legislature a humbug, not excepting the doings of our last body of lawgivers. He has many other peculiar notions, which he pretends are founded on experience, but being the opinion of an old fogy, are of course behind the times, and extremely liable to be erroneous. Gold mining is his favorite theme. If you wish to draw him out on that particular subject, just say to him that he has been in the country long enou2:h to have a waojon-load of dust. He will i>;ive you a knowing wink and a sagacious shrug, seeming to say, I could a tale unfold, and then proceed to unfold a remarkably long one."

Next we have the later comer.

" That's him, with the stovepipe hat, black pants, satin vest, white shirt, and cravat with two round turns and a square knot! See, he carries a carpetbag, and bless me ! if he hasn't got a full-grown umbrella, too! No old inhabitant would ever mistake him for a forty-niner. We know their sort by their backs. Does not his countenance beam with the light of great expectations? Isn't he, even now, cogitating upon some safe plan of investing his dust?—discussing in his own mind whether he had better trust it to the tender mercies of a banking-house, or bury it in some