“Ha ha-h-a-a!” laughed a man upon a Del Norte corner last week, as he waved his hand toward the lower end of town. “Look! look there see the graveyards over yonder – h ha h a! and the snakes, boys – whoopee! Just look at the snakes!” and he rubbed his hands and chuckled like a man who had dropped in on the one dollar rate to Kansas City. He had the James preserves.

A man has to be mighty handy with a gun to be a successful preacher in some countries.