Comstock Lode (Nev.) -- Fiction; Miners -- Fiction; Virginia City (Nev.) -- Fiction
"'Oh, yees can't. Oh, no! Yees forgits fen yees was poor your ownsilf,
ye blackguard. Refusin' a poor man work, and shakin the mountains and
churnin' the ocean avery day wid your siven and eight dollar missages.
Yees can't employ all the min in the counthry. Don't yees own the whole
counthry? And do yees think we'd apply to yees at all if we could find a
dacant mon in the worreld? May the divil fly away wid yees, and whin he
does yees may tell him for me if he gives a short bit for yer soul he'll
chate himself worse nor he's been chated since he bargained with Judas
Iscariot. Thake that, sur, wid me compliments, yees purse-proud
parvenu.'
"When the woman began to rave, Mackay walked rapidly away, but she niver
relaxed the scrame of her tirade until Mackay disappeared from sight.
Thin she paused for a moment, thin to herself she muttered, 'But I got
aven wid him oneway.' She thin turned and walked away toward her cabin.
"It was a case where money was no assistance to a man."
"There is a good deal of humor displayed in courts of justice at times,
is there not, Colonel?" asked Wright.
"Oh, yes," was the reply. "Anyone would think so who ever heard old
Frank Dunn explain to a court that the reason of his being late was
because he had no watch, and deploring meanwhile his inability to
purchase a watch because of the multitude of unaccountable fines which
His Honor had seen proper, from time to time, to impose upon him."
"In that first winter in Eureka," said Wright, "I strolled into court
one day when a trial was in progress.
"Judge D---- was managing one side and a volunteer lawyer the other. The
volunteer lawyer had the best side, and to confuse the court, Judge
D----, in his argument, misquoted the testimony somewhat. His opponent
interrupted and repeated exactly what the witness had testified to.
"Turning to his opponent, Judge D----, with a sneer, said:
"'I see, sir, you are very much interested in the result of this case.'
"'Oh, no,' was the response. 'I am doing this for pure love. I do not
make a cent in this case.'
"Then Judge D----, with still more bitterness, said:
"'That is like you. You try cases for nothing and cheat _good_ lawyers
out of their fees.'
"With a look of unfeigned astonishment the other lawyer said:
"'Well, what are _you_ angry about? How does that interfere with
_you_?'"
Here Brewster, who had been reading, laid down his book and said:
"I heard of a case as I came through Salt Lake City some years ago,
which, if not particularly humorous, revealed wonderful presence of mind
on the part of the presiding judge. It may be the story is not true, but
it was told in Salt Lake City as one very liable to be true.
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