Oregon Bulletin, who has knocked around the Pacific Coast in all its highways and byways for many a year, and studied the character and peculiarities of its people as closely as any man living, chipped in and gave us, in his own peculiar and characteristic style, a story of the doings of himself and companions in the summary justice line, in the days when they had "peart times on Rabbit Creek:
The bustle among the inhabitants of La Porte, the principal mining camp on Rabbit Creek, as observed through the silvery gray atmosphere which encircled the town on the morning of the 19th of March, 1852, indicated that something unusual was on the tapis. Red-shirted men, whose faces were covered with shaggy beards, whose hair fell in tangled disorder over their shoulders, and who wore their pantaloons stuffed into the top of their boots; who carried revolvers and huge bowie knives in their belts, and constantly puffed volumes of smoke from their lips, were to be seen going from one saloon to another, or stopping for a moment on the only street of which the town could boast, for the purpose of shaking hands with some old acquaintance or exchanging a few words. The very atmosphere seemed to impress even the most casual observer that something more than the usual dull routine of a mining camp life was about to transpire.
Four long weary months had dragged themselves by since the snow came down upon Rabbit Creek Canon, and put an end to all out-door operations of the miners. For four months the little town had been
