Dave is looking very much larger than at his last visit just previous to the funeral of Judge Dawson.  He left for Injun Hill at five o’clock, amidst a good deal of shooting at rather long range, and there will be an election for Sheriff as soon as a stranger can be found who will accept the honour.—­Yankee Flat “Advertiser.”

....  It is to be hoped the people will all turn out to-morrow, according to advertisement in another column.  The men deserve hanging, no end, but at the same time they are human, and entitled to some respect; and we shall print the name of every adult male who does not grace the occasion with his presence.  We make this threat simply because there have been some indications of apathy; and any man who will stay away when Bob Bolton and Sam Buxter are to be hanged, is probably either an accomplice or a relation.  Old Blanket-Mouth Dick was not the only blood relation these fellows have in this vicinity; and the fate that befell him when they could not be found ought to be a warning to the rest.

We hope to see a full attendance.  The bar is just in rear of the gibbet, and will be run by a brother of ours.  Gentlemen who shrink from publicity will patronize that bar.—­San Louis Jones “Gazette.”

....  A painful accident occurred in Frog Gulch yesterday which has cast a good deal of gloom over a hitherto joyous and whisky loving community.  Dan Spigger-or as he was familiarly called, Murderer Dan-got drunk at his usual hour yesterday, and as is his custom took down his gun, and started after the fellow who went home with his girl the night before.  He found him at breakfast with his wife and thirteen children.  After killing them he started out to return, but being weary, stumbled and broke his leg.  Dr. Bill found him in that condition, and having no waggon at hand to convey him to town, shot him to put him out of his misery.

Dan was dearly loved by all who knew him, and his loss is a Democratic gain.  He seldom disagreed with any but Democrats, and would have materially reduced the vote of that party had he not been so untimely cut off.—­Jackass Gap “Bulletin.”

....  The dance-house at the corner of Moll Duncan Street and Fish-trap Avenue has been broken up.  Our friend, the editor of the Jamboree, succeeded in getting his cock-eyed sister in there as a beer-slinger, and the hurdy-gurdy girls all swore they would not stand her society; and they got up and got.  The light fantastic is not tripped there any more, except when the Jamboree man sneaks in and dances a jig for his morning pizen.—­Murderburg “Herald.”

....  The Superintendent of the Mag Davis Mine requests us to state that the custom of pitching Chinamen and Injins down the shaft will have to be stopped, as he has resumed work in the mine.  The old well, back of Jo Bowman’s, is just as good, and is more centrally located.—­New Jerusalem “Courier.”