THE LUCK OF ROARING CAMP.
HERE was commotion in Roaring Camp.
It could not have been a fight, for in 1850
that was not novel enough to have called together
the entire settlement. The ditches and claims
were not only deserted, but " Tuttle's Grocery "
had contributed its gamblers, who, it will be
remembered, calmly continued their game the day
that French Pete and Kanaka Joe shot each other
to death over the bar in the front room. The
whole camp was collected before a rude cabin on
the outer edge of the clearing. Conversation was
carried on in a low tone, but the name of a woman
was frequently repeated. It was a name familiar
enough in the camp,—" Cherokee Sal."
Perhaps the less said of her the better. She
was a coarse, and, it is to be feared, a very sinful
woman. But at that time she was the only woman
in Roaring Camp, and was just then lying in sore
extremity, when she most needed the ministration