There was quite a lot of freight received at the depot yesterday, consisting chiefly of coffins and guns.
Notice--We are prepared to bury boomers quicker and cheaper than any other house in the city. Send in your friends. We will take pleasure in burying them. Plantum & Co.
Real estate has changed hands rapidly the last few days. The new owners usually show their liberality by burying the former claimants.
Several Texans came in yesterday to locate claims. Our undertakers are watching the corners for a good harvest.
Food and ammunition are becoming scarce. We learn, however, that a carload of shot and powder is expected to-day.
First-class meals at all hours at Tremont hotel. Bean soup, fifty cents a dish; eggs, ten cents each (when we have them); water, five cents a glass. Call in second tent above the _Snorter_ office.
We learn that our genial friend Dick Tucker has given up his claim and returned home. We are sorry to lose Dick, as he was one of the most cheerful and whole-hearted men among us. If he had known the claim was so worthless it is doubtful if he would have shot the man who held it down before him.
Bill Swanson was in to-day and reported that he had secured a fine claim just east of town. Of course he had to remove the man who was on it, but Bill did it neatly, and then paid the funeral expenses. There is nothing small about Bill.
"Good evening, Neighbor Yager. What's your opinion about marriage being a failure?"
"Vell, I dinks it vas vone dem dings und it don'd vas vone dem dings. Vhen a man got him marriedt he got him marriedt; dat vas somedings sure; der don'd vhas some vailures about dot. Aber ouf him got a frau vhat vhas some dem Arisdodle's preed, vhat neffer done got dalkin', den dem marridges vas so pig failures as you marry some vomans vhat peen a brudder mit der teifel. Dot marridges vas some loddery dickets--dot vhas all luck vhat kind a frau youm gatch; shoost like dis: ouf dem vomans vas some fishes der sea in, und der vas one vone den-times goot vomans fishes derein, vhen youm a frau fishin' gone meppy youm vone dimes in a hunnert gatch vone dem goot fishes, aber not more as dot."
"Did you catch one of the good fishes, Herr Yager?"
Then Herr Yager looked back at the front windows of his residence and remarked in a kind of graveyard tone: