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Collection: Books and Periodicals

The Life of Bret Harte by Henry C. Merwin (1911) (422 pages)

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108 LIFE OF BRET HARTE could not hit him with a shotgun at the distance of seventy-eight yards. As a result the miner received five shots, causing severe wounds, beside losing the bet, which amounted to four drinks. After the first State election, a magistrate holding an important office fulfilled a wager by carrying the winner a distance of three miles in a wheelbarrow. A characteristic scene in a Chinese restaurant is described as follows in the “Sacramento Transcript” of October 8, 1850: — “One young man called for a plate of mutton chops, and the waiter, not understanding, asked for a repetition of the order. “«Mutton chops, you chuckle head,’ said the young gentleman. “Mutton chops, you chuckle head,’ shouted the Chinaman to the kitchen. “The joke took among the customers, and presently one of them called out, ‘A glass of pigeon milk, you long-tailed Asiatic.’ «A glass of pigeon milk, you long-tailed satic,’ echoed the waiter. “¢ A barrel of homceopathic soup, old smooth head,’ shouted another. ««« Arrel homepatty soup, you old smooth head,’ echoed the waiter. “A hatful of bricks,’ shouted a fourth. “« Hatter bricks,’ repeated the waiter. “By this time the kitchen was in a perfect state of confusion, and the proprietor in a stew of perplexity rushed into the dining-room. ‘What you mean by pigeon milk, homepatty soup, and de brick? How you cooking, gentlemen?’ “A yoar burst from the tables, and the shrewd Asiatic saw in a moment that they were hoaxing his subordinates. ‘The gentlemen make you all dam