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GRASS VALLEY UNION JANUARY 21, 1872 17
I intend to make it a profitable one for them. I see no chance yet for anything more than my
salary for myself, but if I should see a chance to get an interest in a mine I will not miss it.
We have such “blessings” as alligators, snakes, mosquitoes, sand fleas, jiggers and all
kinds of poisonous insects, in abundance. I have “dug” four jiggers [chiggers— juvenile
forms of mites] out of my feet since I arrived, but I don’t think I will get any more, as I now
know how to look for them. There is one advantage, it makes a man examine his feet every
day and keep them clean. Remember me to all the boys [most of them are mentioned].
Write to me, and accept the best wishes of your sincere friend C. R. CLARKE.
P.S. I have not seen a Grass Valley UNION since I left California. Send me some.
I don’t know anything about the election yet. C.R.C.
A Hoodlum Speaks.
We find this letter in the San Francisco Evening Post and it reminds us of Hoodlum talk which
has been indulged in by the same class in these parts. The letter to the Post is as follows:
MISTER EDITOR.—The press of this ere State has been “carding” our fellers long
enough. I have been quiet and laying off on my breezer till I ain't agoing to stand the deal
any longer. By this you see I’ve jumped the game, and chin in defense at last. “Who hit Billy
Patterson?” That’s what’s the matter. What if our Rangers did give old Swel Lager a gang set
up? Ain't we got any privileges on holidays? Can’t we set up the nose of a keeper of a gin mill
without all this row? I’m on it from the word go, I am. What do you all growl so about our
serenading, New Year’s and Christmas, with our horns? Ain’t all the world, according to a
Scripture, waiting for a blast on a tooter? How do you know but that old Gabriel may be one
of a crowd? I don’t go to the California Theater to learn how to talk, I don’t. “Oh! knock me
down,” is very sick, and if any Jakey shoots off his mouth to me with that there remark, I'll
oblige him by drawing a map of the coast over his left optic. I’m a representative man, I am.
I never hit a sick woman yet—unless she give me some of her lip. “Chuck me in the gutter.”
What if I do larrup my gal? If she don’t yelp, whose business is it, eh? I ain’t no sport—I
don’t stand on Montgomery street afternoons, blinking at the gals, and thinking I’m a killer.
I attend to my own biz, and if I want to go on a little tear, with my crowd, it’s all right, ain’t
it?
Now those items about our fellows is getting very weak. Let us alone. If the press don’t
quit running us, we'll lay some nights for their reporters and build such Mansard roofs over
their beaks that’ll make ‘em wish they was “ten thousand miles away.” If I do wear baggy
pants, and pick my hair, what have they got to say about it? Who are they, anyhow? Better
go off and die. ’m a shootist, and my name’s Derringer, and my pard’s a cuttist, and his
name’s Gash! So keep your eye peeled.
I conclude with the hope that you will call to mind the words of the late lamented Mr.
Harper, and “give us a rest.” HOODLUM.
DIED. At Rough & Ready, Jan. 18th 1872, MANUEL SILVEIRA aged 39 years, a native of
Azores.
THE RAPE CASE.—We gave yesterday, an account of the rape of a little girl in Eureka South, in
this count. Our account was substantially correct. We have since learned some further particulars
of the case, and they are of the most sickening character. The poor child who was outraged was only
six years old on the 10th of this month. She is most horribly lacerated by the violence of the villain,
so much so that her life is despaired of. She has been brought to Nevada city for medical treatment
and is at the Union Hotel with her distressed parents. Doctor Hunt has been called to the case.