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Updated: June 16, 2025
But several times that night, when a waggon or other vehicle came through, and the driver asked the tollkeeper 'What news? he looked at the man by the light of his lantern, to assure himself that he had an interest in the subject, and then said, wrapping his watch-coat round his legs: 'You've heerd of Mr Pecksniff down yonder? 'Ah! sure-ly! 'And of his young man Mr Pinch, p'raps? 'Ah!
"No Indian pay," said the old chief. "He go the bridge and the road no pay." "Well, the Chinamen paid." "But the Indians, no! No pay. Me go Whiskey Bar big pow-wow. Plenty ox, plenty bear meat, plenty firewater " "You go back!" roared the tollkeeper, swearing, "and go ford the river. That's good enough for a Digger! The ferry's been taken off, but the water is not so high."
They were not as a rule quarrelsome, but . "Good morning, Phineas. I have brought your grub from Auburn, and here is the bill." It was a bright day in June and Phineas Longley, tollkeeper for the new suspension bridge on Whiskey Bar, had had a busy morning.
"They were Diggers, but I think that nobody knew exactly which ones were guilty. It was a fine bridge, the first suspension bridge in Placer county." "It was washed away in the floods during the winter of '61 and '62, wasn't it?" "Yes and they built the new one a mile up the river at Rattlesnake Bar, where it still hangs." "What about the tollkeeper?" Here is the story with a bit of a prologue.
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