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and pans, and they swore lustily. I ran against Chinamen, with great baskets on their bamboo poles, who took it in good part and said nothing. I ex pected every moment this black man would seize me in his black hands and lug me off to a prison. I was surely delirious.

At last, when near the hotel, I took time to look over my shoulder. I could see nothing of him; he perhaps had not left the stable.

As I passed the hotel the Prince came out.. He had slept and rested the day before, after his night and day of sport and travel, and looked fresh as the

morning.

" How-dy-do?" said the Prince, in his quiet, good- humoured way. " How-dy-do? Take a drink?" And he led me into the bar-room. I followed instinctively.

In most parts of America the morning salutation is, "How d ye do? How s the folks?" But on the Pacific it is, " How-dy-do? Take a drink?"

There was a red sign over the door of the hotel a miner with a pick, red shirt, and top boots. I lifted my face and looked at that sign to hide my ex pression of concern from the Prince.

u Hullo, my little chicken, what s up ? You look as pale as a ghost. Come, take a smash ! It will strengthen you up. Been on a bender last night; no?" cried an old sailor, glass in hand.

There was an enormous box-stove there in the middle of the room, with a drum lik