3/18 This here is just foolin' around--huntin' silver. I want to see where that free gold comes from that he used to peddle. He was goin' to tell me where it was, you recollect, and he woulda if I hadn't overfed him on jam--or if that damn squaw hadn't took a notion for marryin'. I let her stampede me--and that's where I was wrong. |