Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

DEADWOOD DICK, rg the business, and it was so considerate of Mr. Farmer to int a receiver and business manager.” Cecil wondered if she meant it. Perhaps she didn’t know of the reason why a receiver had been appointed. q Perhaps she did not know that Farmer had insisted upon j the appointment because Stephen Raymond was getting # rich out of the mines, Ralph Chester was getting wild and dissipated—though that was not new—and he, Jason Far- 3 mer, was getting—left! 3 Such thoughts darted through St. Cecil’s mind, but he . #chatted pleasantly, and they soon reached Right Bower. It was a rough, canyon town, built of rough boards or Stone and adobes, as the case might be. There was but couple of hundred feet deep. Then, there were a couple of stores and offices, a hotel, and a dance-house, not yet ready for use, and a large stone residence, of modern architecture. Being a new camp, and in the boom of its glory, the town was literally chock-full of people, and the one main strect was thronged with all varieties of humanity of the male persuasion, as St. Cecil and Miss Raymond cantered anto town, and drew rein before the office of the com- pany, which was situated site the Palace, where the gambier queen, Gold Brick, held forth. A short, thick-set citizen, with a full, beardless face, stood in the door of the office, and Miss Raymond called Comicbooksscom —