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140 THE MATE OF THE VANCOUVER. he actually swam in front of us, and gave us a tow instead of our giving him one. As we were going over, Mac said to me: “I never thought I’d be glad to see Mon- tana Bill before. He’s got more gas and blow about him than’d set up a town, and he’s no more good at bottom—that is, he aint no more grit in him than a clay bank, though to hear him talk you’d think he'd morn a forty-two inch grindstone. But I hope he’s got a good stock of grub.” In a few minutes we touched bottom, and * we shook hands with the subject of Mac’s eulogium, who looked as bold as brass, as fierce as a turkeycock, and had the voice of @ man-o’-war’s bo’son. We took the lariat off the pony, and turned him adrift, “Did you fellows strike it?” said Bill, th @ first thing. “ Knough to pay for our winter's board, I reckon,” said Mac. “Have you got plenty 0