They are about the roughest-looking lot I ever saw in the town.
Everyone has got something to do with hides one way or the other.

They have either come in with them from the country, or they pack them in the warehouses, or they ship them.

That and mining seem the only two things going on, and the miners, with their red shirts and pistols and knives, look even a rougher lot than the others.

I took my pistol when last I went ashore; I will lend it you this evening." "Oh, I don't want a pistol, Tom; there is no chance of my getting into a row." "Oh, it is just as well to carry one, Dick, when you know that everyone else has got one about him somewhere, and a considerable number of them are drunk; it is just as well to take one.

You know, it is small, and goes in my breast pocket." "I will take my stick, the one I bought at San Francisco; it has got an ounce of lead in the knob.