The Ottawa Free Trader

Climate of California.-Dan Marble, who has a peculiar knack of getting hold of the latest news, even to newspaper editors, has the very last that is possible to get from the new El Dorado, and which of course tends still further to enhance the attractions of that wonderful region.

Marble was in Boston the other day and strolling along the wharves, when he met a tall, gaunt looking figure, whose sun-burnt countenance, and tattered pantalooned garments originally of the most outlandish fashion, had that picturesqueness about them, derived only from long continued exposure to the atmosphere, which fancy sketchers delight to present on canvass. Dan, who never permits the lack of an introduction to interfere when he desires to form an acquaintance, hailed the stranger-

"Hallo! my friend, where are you from?"

"Jes' from California, stranger."

"Ah, indeed! and you can tell us then whether it's all true about that gold?' somewhat anxiously interrogated Dan in reply.

"True as you live! -and a darned sight more-for no man out of California really does live."

"Then why did you come back?"

"Back? -why to get my family. Fact is, stranger, a man there gets so powerful rich that he becomes covetous of himself-and if he aint very careful, will cut his own throat to rob himself. The root of all evil, you know-there's a leetle too much of it, and I've left for a while- partly on that account."

"Oh, you did, eh?"

"Yes-and between you and me-that's the only way a man can die in that blessed land."

"Healthy climate, I suppose?"

"Healthy? -it aint anything else. Why, stranger, you can choose there any climate you like--hot or cold-and that without traveling more than fifteen minutes. Jest think o' that the next cold mornin' when you get out o' bed. There's a mountain there-the Sawyer Navaday, they call it-with naval ley on each side of it--the one hot and the tother cold. Well, git on the top o' that mountain with a double-barreled gun, and you can, without movin,' kill either summer or winter game, jest as you will."

"What! have you ever tried it?"

"Tried it! often-and should have done pretty well but for one thing."

"Well, what was that?"

"I wanted a dog that would stand both climates. The last dog I had froze off his tail while pointing on the summer side. He didn't git entirely out of the winter side, you see."

"True as you live!"

Marble sloped.-Albany Argus.