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Crawford's
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Wells' Springs --42 miles from
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Meacham's. Here we encountered a motley crowd of teamsters, miners, and others, all very rough, _en route_ to Idaho and Montana.
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Wells' Springs was a shabby ranch, and we had no intention of stopping there, but were unable to go on--one of our horses becoming suddenly sick. The house was dirty, and the supper poor and badly cooked; so that we could readily believe the slouchy, slatternly landlady, when in the course of the meal she remarked to one of her rough guests,
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O, we never care for puttin' on _style_ here! Only for raal substantials! Supper over, there was a general smoke and talk, and how those rough fellows did talk! At bedtime, we were put into a little closet, partitioned off from the rest, while the main crowd quartered around
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on the floor outside. The last thing we heard, two