Roy Norton, The Red Book Magazine, Volume 5… (1905)
“ As the surrounding shadows of the August night deepened their enveloping itch on the waiting depths of the gigantic forest, covered the outlines of the crags behind us, and left us seated in a little island of camp-fire glow, my companion, Bill Slocum, ceased mending his moccasin and filled a recreative pipe. “Men are like pipes,” he finally said. “Some are nice, fancy ones that break on the trail. ”
Roy Norton, The Red Book Magazine, Volume 5… (1905)
“ If there's any stone sodded over the place where my blankets are finally tucked and the trail ends, I want cut into its features for a autobiography, 'Bill Slocum's under here—him that played even on Wong Yet.'” Startled, I straightened myself and laughed at the recollection of a whimsical tale told me by Bill—long years before—of a smuggling adventure in China wherein he had been betrayed by a trusted Chinese partner, robbed of a mighty venture, forced to flee the Orient and had been enabled to return to Arizona only through the beneficence of the American consul at Bombay. ”
Roy Norton, The Red Book Magazine, Volume 5… (1905)
“ Chance rapped me on the shoulder and said, 'You're it.' And this time it was my steamer line coppered and the Wong Yet bet to win. “After I sold the 'Holy Molly' mine down in Yavapai County for eighteen thousand cash, I felt pretty Russel Sageish. 'From this on, Bill,' says I, taking the great oath, 'you'll live like a gentleman, a capitalist and a conosser on grub. No more beans. Nothing too good for your palate.' And to make my pledge good, goes to San Francisco town, where nobody but a capitalist can afford to eat delicacies. ”
