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50 _ THE MAID OF THE MOUNTAIN. “Dang me if this ain’t queer,’ said Burt, stooping down to look into the black depths. “I wonder whar they could ley crossed ?” “ Mebbe they fell in,” said Peter. “I hope the handsome gal didn’t. . ‘She was a crusher, she was.” The Californian is great on accent. The most unimportant sentences, by their peculiarities of emphasis, become signili- cant. These men have many expressions entirely their own. When at a loss for a word, they coin one to suit their taste. “ We can’t git over, can we?” said Burt. “ See yer,” said the man called Willis, a light-built, active fellow. “TL kin go over thar like a book, J kin.” “ Whar?” said Burt. “Don't you see the rocks on the side of this « caijion are rough ? « cans over, jest to show yer thet the ahiaas Rin be did” | Thats allright,” eaid Peter. “We want ter see yer go _ acrost thet thar guich. Yerkain’t doit” = ~ ———e I ken do it jest as easy. Now Fe eee alle then ceased ab- ruptly. The sides were of quartz, which was irregular in conformation, leaving slight fuotholds for the hands and feet. Willis, grasping at these projections, began to eross. But, tag Asomnnnpiniiecs atrpele-thes xeckays-veles called: cute ’ “ Stop thar !” =" “ Thet thar's no ghost, anyhow,” ssid Bart. « Wal; stran- ger, what mought you want?” Dh tae pen rena Sete of opine it int healthy for no ma te “ Whar Bator « . * Don't yer know #” replied the unseen owner of a Voiced) of pn oe HS “Them I ain't goin’ ter tell yer. ANI Kew say i Yer bed all better git back out’n this” — ns : While-this conversation was going on, Willis was slowly working his way across the guich, hanging by his fincer-nails a Conmclooolks.conn .» «