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A WHISKY-SMITTEN CAMP. 817
river seemed to reel, and the hills and sky to roll together in sudden drunkenness. The morning sun, bleareyed and red, rose upon a picture disgusting, damnable. Scattered about the streets, stretched at full length on their backs, and sides, and faces, under logs and beside their cloth houses, were mingled promiscuously tamed men of Europe, Asia, and Africa, and mild mannered women of America, drunk, dead drunk, and drunk dead. And lighted by that sorrowful sun Ricord left them there; left with them and in them every drop of his detestable poison ; but carried away gold, as much as he could several times lift.
