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Show 134 TALES OF THE COLORADO PIONEERS. '"You are excited, Jim. Sit right down and tell me all about it.' "J. 'De fact is, boss, I want to sell you dis mine.' '"How deep are you, Jim ?' "J. 'Down forty feet; dug de hole myse'f.' "'How much ore?' " J. ' Eighteen inches pure stuff, boss.' "' How does it run? Had any assays?' "J. 'Better den dat, boss, had a reg'lar mill run; $170 a ton and plenty of it.' '" What price do you place on this property, Jim? I don't want to buy, but perhaps I can sell it for you.' " J. ' Now you struck me, boss. • You can sell dis mine for $500; all you gets over-dat's yo' money.' "' But, Jim, I wouldn't sell such a mine as that for so little; you can work it, if it is as rich as you say, and make from twenty to fifty dollars per day, which would soon make you a Bonanza king. Then you might be Governor, or perhaps Senator, who knows.' "J. 'Now, boss, I'se* a colored man, a po' man, and all dat, but I'se honest, and I'se never done anything yet to qualify me for dem positions you speak about-sides all dis, I'se never harmed you, and I does n't think you ought to cast such insinuations at me.' "' Well, well, Jim, beg your pardon, but about the mine. Hadn't you better work that mine? I dislike to see an old friend who has struggled in these mountains so long and worked so hard, throw away such a good thing for a few hundred dollars.' " At this Jim came forward, and laying his big, black hand on my shoulder, sunk his voice to a whisper and |