Ask any doctor you know of if the average man won't give anything to save his life, and then when it's saved put his propity into his womern's name. That's human. You know the good book says a pure man from New York is the noblest work of God." "Well, when did this desire to endosmose your fellow-man first break out on you?" "About a year and a half ago it began to rankle in my mind.
Man an' boy, I've follered the tepee smokes blue an' a-movin' an' a-beckonin' they was an' I never set this hand to no plow in all my life. But in my heart two things never was wiped out the sight o' the white womern's face an' the sight o' the flag with stars. I'll help ye all I can, an' good luck go with ye. Work hit out yore own way. She's worth more'n all the gold Californy's got buried!"
There is an old letter of Solomon Binkus which briefly describes the journey. He speaks of the "pompy" men who examined them. "They grinned at me all the time an' the ol' big wig Jedge in the womern's dress got mad if I tried to crack a joke," he wrote in his letter. "He looked like he had paid too much fer his whistle an' thought I had sold it to him. Thought he were goin' to box my ears.