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way, August Froehlich, like a civilized European, knows 

 how to use paint and brush; should he want to color the 

 portrait I will here give him a full list of the colors he 

 will have to use: 



llat, brown felt, almost new, hut badly sprinkled with 



mud. 

 Face, a hrownish yellow; the color approaching nearest 



to it, is that of a very dirty shirt. 

 Hair, fair; beard reddish. 



Pipe, clay, an old stump, dark brown, nearly black. 

 Shirt, originally red; wearing and washing have in places 



lightened the color, and darkened it in others; a 



dark reddish brown now; in spots,— as you will 



see— it is torn and patched. 

 Undershirt, striped white and blue, somewhat worn hut 



clean. 

 Belt, black leather; pistol, the national California 



weapon, a Colt's revolver, five shots, and sure to 



hit a card at .'><) yards. 

 Trousers, difficult to describe, fancy mud color; when 



new they were grey. The patch on the right knee 



is cut from a blue flannel shirt; the lower one on 



the left knee is from a piece of sailcloth; the upper 



one is cut out of a black coat. 

 Boots, any color except black; the leather on the few 



spots not covered by mud, looks a reddish brown. 



Thus, and exactly thus, looks the transformed Frank 

 Lecouvreur in his working suit. 



In regard to your remark, that, what Rosenstoek says 

 about our being in a German boarding house, may seem 

 to be not true— because I spoke in my letter about pan- 

 cakes which I bake myself;— I must say, however, that 

 both statements are correct. "We certainly lived during 

 the time we were in partnership, in a boarding house 

 here; but afterwards I pre] tared my own meals, because 

 I found it to be cheaper. In whatever we do here in 

 < 'alifornia, we must be guided by circumstances, as I told 



