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says, ' Did you sell me ? ' The barman looks at the dorg 

 pretty queer like. The man said, ' Yes, old dorg, I sold 

 you.' The dorg says, ' Did you sell me because I talked ? ' 

 The man says, ' Yes, old dorg.' The dorg says, ' I shall 

 never speak again,' " — and, the narrator added, " By Gad, sir, 

 the blasted thing never did." 



The inhabitants of the Pacific coast have many quaint 

 sayings to express their feelings. Many of them will not 

 bear repetition, but some of their similes, when taken from 

 their own surroundings, are decidedly droll. One day a 

 prospector showed me an illustrated paper in which was the 

 portrait of a lady of some celebrity in American society. 

 Pointing to the picture he said, " Why, look here, I always 

 heard she was a beauty. I guess she is a homely-looking 

 cuss ; she's got a face like a gum-boot and a mouth like a 

 stab in the dark." It may be childishness, but I could not 

 help laughing at many of their quaint sayings and fine 

 original lies. 



On the evening of our arrival in Seattle a great dinner 

 was given at the Lincoln Hotel by Major Kenney (late of 

 the U.S. Army) in honour of the returned sportsmen. We 

 all received invitations and turned up in force, no less 

 than six Englishmen, namely, Hanbury, Elphinstone, and 

 Vander Byl with our own party, two German sportsmen, and 

 Mr. Sam Hill, the son-in-law of James Hill the railway king. 

 After a great dinner, Mr. Hill announced that he had some- 

 thing special to show us, in the shape of two champion 

 wrestlers whom he had brought over from Japan after great 

 trouble and expense. Accordingly we adjourned to the Uni- 

 versity Club, where we received a royal welcome from a big 

 crowd of members assembled there. Moving into a large 

 room at the back of the club, we found it cleared for action, 



