JIMVILLE 



people, being far gone with child, but the 

 drink worked her bane. By the river of 

 this ravine her pains overtook her. There 

 Jim Calkins, prospecting, found her dying 

 with a three days' babe nozzling at her 

 breast. Jim heartened her for the end, 

 buried her, and walked back to Poso, 

 eighteen miles, the child poking in the 

 folds of his denim shirt with small mewing 

 noises, and won support for it from the 

 rough-handed folks of that place. Then 

 he came back to Squaw Gulch, so named 

 from that day, and discovered the Bully 

 Boy. Jim humbly regarded this piece of 

 luck as interposed for his reward, and I 

 for one believed him. If it had been in 

 mediaeval times you would have had a 

 legend or a ballad. Bret Harte would 

 have given you a tale. You see in me a 

 mere recorder, for I know what is best for 

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