"He is dead," said one.

Kentuck opened his eyes.
"Dead ?" he repeated feebly.

"Yes, my man, and you are dying too." A smile lit the eyes of the expiring Kentuck.

"Dying!" he repeated; "he's a-taking me with him.

Tell the boys I've got The Luck with me now;" and the strong man, clinging to the frail babe as a drowning man is said to cling to a straw, drifted away into the shadowy river that flows forever to the unknown sea.
THE OUTCASTS OF POKER FLAT As Mr.John Oakhurst, gambler, stepped into the main street of Poker Flat on the morning of the twenty-third of November, 1850, he was conscious of a change in its moral atmosphere since the preceding night.