We exchanged not a word until we reached the North Fork, and the stage drew up at the Independence House.
Then, the Judge leading, we walked into the barroom and took our places gravely at the bar.
"Are your glasses charged, gentlemen ?" said the Judge, solemnly taking off his white hat.
They were.
"Well, then, here's to MIGGLES.

GOD BLESS HER!" Perhaps He had.

Who knows?
TENNESSEE'S PARTNER I do not think that we ever knew his real name.

Our ignorance of it certainly never gave us any social inconvenience, for at Sandy Bar in 1854 most men were christened anew.

Sometimes these appellatives were derived from some distinctiveness of dress, as in the case of "Dungaree Jack"; or from some peculiarity of habit, as shown in "Saleratus Bill," so called from an undue proportion of that chemical in his daily bread; or for some unlucky slip, as exhibited in "The Iron Pirate," a mild, inoffensive man, who earned that baleful title by his unfortunate mispronunciation of the term "iron pyrites." Perhaps this may have been the beginning of a rude heraldry; but I am constrained to think that it was because a man's real name in that day rested solely upon his own unsupported statement.