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Show The Cldiate of California. Dan Marble, strolling along the wharves at Boston, met a tall, gaunt-looking gaunt-looking figure, a "Digger" from California, Cali-fornia, and got into conversation with him. "Healthy climate, I suppose?" "Healthy I it ain't anything else. Why, stranger, you can choose there any climate you like hot or cold and that without travelin' more than fifteen minutes. Jest think o' that the next cold morning when you get out o' bed. There's a mountain there the Sawyer Nevady they call it With a valley on each side of it, the one hot, the other cold. Well! git on the top of that mountain, with a double-barreled gun, and you can, without movin', kill either Summer or Winter game, jest as you will." "What! have you ever tried it?" "Tried it! often and should have done pretty well but for one thing." "Well, what was that?" "I wanted a dog that would stand both climates. The last dog I had froze off his tail while piatin' on the Summer side. He didn't get entirely out of the Winter side, you see. Trew as you live!" Marble sloped. |