....  Three women while amusing themselves in Calaveras county met with a serious accident.  They were jumping across a hole eight hundred feet deep and ten wide.  One of them couldn’t quite make it, succeeding only in grasping a sage-bush on the opposite edge, where she hung suspended.  Her companions, who had just stepped into an adjacent saloon, saw her peril, and as soon as they had finished drinking went to her assistance.  Previously to liberating her, one of them by way of a joke uprooted the bush.  This exasperated the other, and she, threw her companion half-way across the shaft.  She then attempted to cross over to the other side in two jumps.

The affair has made considerable talk.—­Red Head “Tribune.”

....  A family who for fifteen years have lived at the bottom of a mine shaft in Siskiyou county, were all drowned by a rain-storm last Wednesday night.  They had neglected their usual precaution of putting an umbrella over the mouth of the shaft.  The man-who had always been vacillating in politics-was taken out a stiff Radical.—­Dog Valley “Howl.”

....  There is a fellow in town who claims to be the man that murdered Sheriff White some months ago.  We consider him an impostor, seeking admission into society above his level, and hope people will stop inviting him to their houses.—­Nigger Hill “Patriot.”

....  A stranger wearing a stovepipe hat arrived in town yesterday, putting up at the Nugget House.  The boys are having a good time with that hat this morning, and the funeral will take place at two o’clock.—­Spanish Camp “Flag.”

....  The scoundrel who tipped over our office last month will be hung to-morrow, and no paper will be issued next day.—­Sierra “Fire-cracker.”

....  The old grey-headed party who lost his life last Friday at the jewelled hands of our wife, deserves more than a passing notice at ours.  He came to this city last summer, and started a weekly Methodist prayer meeting, but being warned by the Police, who was formerly a Presbyterian, gave up the swindle.  He afterward undertook to introduce Bibles and hymn-books, and, it is said, on one occasion attempted to preach.  This was a little more than an outraged community could be expected to endure, and at our suggestion he was tarred and feathered.

For a time this treatment seemed to work a reform, but the heart of a Methodist is, above all things, deceitful and desperately wicked, and he was soon after caught in the very act of presenting a spelling-book to old Ben Spoffer’s youngest daughter, Ragged Moll, since hung.  The Vigilance Committee pro tem. waited upon him, when he was decently shot and left for dead, as was recorded in this paper, with an obituary notice for which we have never received a cent.  Last Friday, however, he was discovered sneaking into the potato patch connected with this paper, and our wife, God bless her, got an axe and finished him then and there.

His name was John Bucknor, and it is reported (we do not know with how much truth) that at one time there was an improper intimacy between him and the lady who despatched him.  If so, we pity Sal.—­Coyote “Trapper.”