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A.F. Banta started a weekly newspaper, "The Pioneer Press," soon after occupation of the townsite, this journal in January, 1883, bought by Mormons and edited by M.P. Romney. Wild Celebration of St. John's Day There was a wild time in St. Johns on the day of the Mexican population's patron saint, San Juan, June 24, 1882, when Nat Greer and a band of Texas cowboys entered the Mexican town.
The vast army of mound-fish provided the bulk of the population's food, and also furnished the thick, pliant skin they used for clothing and drapes. They were cultivated as we cultivate cattle an ominous herd, to be handled with care and approached by the fish-servants with due caution.
It began with the whole population's exhibiting feverish symptoms, strongly marked and unintermittent from the very first attack. About the seventh day, the fever was relieved, in some cases by a violent flow of blood from the nose, in others by perspiration not less violent.
"Here we are, as McTee puts it, on the rim of the world, two men an' one woman. If something happens to one of us, a third of our population's gone." "A third of our population! Then I'm very important?" "You are." He was so serious that it disconcerted her. It suddenly became impossible for her to meet his eyes, they burned so bright, so eager, with something like a threat in them.
"Nobody would tell me of yours, either. Nobody's even mentioned you to me." She burlesqued a cry of anguish. "That IS obscurity! I suppose I'm too apt to forget that they say the population's about half a million nowadays. There ARE other people to talk about, you feel, then?" "None that I want to," he said.
"Tut-tut, it's a great, it's a staving preferment, and just opulent with influence here." "Shucks, Colonel, I haven't even a vote." "That's nothing; you can make speeches." "No, I can't. The population's only two hundred " "That's all right, that's all right "
The stranger folded himself up another foot or so until his knees were higher than his head, and lit a cigarette. 'The curse of New York, he said, mournfully, 'is the way everything changes in it. You can't take your eyes off it for a minute. The population's always shifting. It's like a railway station.
The population's always shifting; there's been a whole new outfit up at the mine since we come, but everything seems to go on just the same, so you couldn't rightly call it much of a change. The moving-picture houses are about all that's marked any difference in things here, I guess." "I wonder if there is anyone left in the town who was here fifteen years ago."
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