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Show Another S-kt ,.f Kkd Men. The j following is going the new-paper ! rounds. We don't know who tells it. ; but it sounds much like Mark Twain : "A friend of ours, who tool: a trip to 1 'alit'ornia, said lie was not afraid of the Indians, because he belonged to the benevrlent 0;der ' f Pied Men, and knew all the pa.-swords and winks, and the figurative language and things, and no savage was going to touch him initiated and fixed up in rega'ia as he was. He hadn't gone moie than a hundred miles from Umiha before a j band of Indians came at him and scooped Lira- up. lie took the cbie a-ide and whispered the password in his ear and gave him the grip twentv fit times on both hands, and made some observations about fifrh moons' and ,tbe happy hunting grounds ' The chief rep icd m a fraternal manner by tonrahawking him and jabbing his butcher-kni'e into his vitals. Our friend remarked that these ceremonies were not observed in his lodne: hut the chief wanted to show him all the peculiarities of the western system, so he scalped htm and chopped fff his nose, and was about to build a bonfire on his stoim.ch, when some of the soldiers sol-diers arrived and resued him. He is now the balOheadest lied Man on this s de of the Pacific Occar, and y ui never saw a per-on so disgtisted with secret societies aod Indian poetry. He is going to sue his lodge for pa-sing off a counterfeit grip on him. and tor damage done by the loss of his hair " |