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Show Counting Their Chickens, Etc. In a mining camp several old miners,1 who had for many years been' living a rough, frontier life, were discussing what they would do when they had made their piles and could return with riches to the States. "Well," said one grizzly old veteran, "I know what I'll do. I'll go as straight as the cars'U take me to New York, and when I get there I'll make a I bee-line for Delmonico's, and I'll get the blank-blankedy-blankedest dinner that money can buy. I don't care if it costs me fifty dollars; -I'll have it." "Now, what do you think you would order,"' asked a tenderfoot, with some curiosity "if you Were to' go 'to -Delmonico's for a $50-dinner?" "Well, I dunno; but I guess I'd have some ham and eggs yes, I would, I'd have harri and Wii " bv gosh!"' - ; . |