" CHAPTER XV IN THE SIERRA FOOT-HILLS Murphy's camp is a curious old mining-town in Calaveras County, at an elevation of 2400 feet above the sea, situated like a nest in the center of a rough, gravelly region, rich in gold.

Our way from Murphy's to the cave lay across a series of picturesque, moory ridges in the chaparral region between the brown foot-hills and the forests, a flowery stretch of rolling hill-waves breaking here and there into a kind of rocky foam on the higher summits, and sinking into delightful bosky hollows embowered with vines.

Murphy's Johnson, p. 139.

Wedderburne, afterwards Lord Loughborough, is mentioned (ante, ii. 374), and again in Murphy's Life of Johnson, p. 43, as being in company with Johnson and Foote.

To the dying man, 'on the last day of his existence on this side the grave the desire of life,' to use Murphy's words (Life, p. 135), 'had returned with all its former vehemence.'

Joe signed Jack Murphy's name in his very best style, and then Jack took the pen and under Joe's explicit directions, drew one line horizontally through the name and another line perpendicularly between the two words of it, and Joe wrote above it: "his solem mark."

Sir William Forbes says:'He often put me in mind of an ancient Hero, and I remember Dr. Johnson was positive that he resembled Homer's character of Sarpedon.' Life of Beattie, ed. 1824, Appendix D. Mrs. Piozzi says:'The Earl dressed in his robes at the coronation and Mrs. Siddons in the character of Murphy's Euphrasia were the noblest specimens of the human race I ever saw.'

Once he had seen Sinclair in action in Lew Murphy's old saloon, had seen Red Jordan get the drop, and had watched Sinclair shoot his man deliberately through the shoulder.

[b] Boswell's Life, i. [c] Murphy's Essay on the Life and Genius of Dr. Johnson.

[a] For a translation of this poem, see Murphy's Essay on the Life and Genius of Dr. Johnson, prefixed to the present volume.

The deputy was not there, and the rancher was referred to Murphy's saloon.

Close by Tom Mulhare's dorking was crowing hoarsely, 'A hoarse bass,' said the priest, and at the end of the village he heard a bird crowing an octave higher, and from the direction he guessed it must be Catherine Murphy's bird.

Dr. Jones said he found remains of bows and arrows and charcoal with the skulls he obtained, and which were destroyed at the time the village of Murphy's was burned.

At night the windows here are black as Father Murphy's hat; 'Tis fivepence for a pint av beer, an' thin ye can't get that; Their beef has shtrings like anny harp, for dacent ham I hunt Och, Muckish Mountain, an' my pig's sweet grunt!

409; successor, i. 512; London Magazine, reports of the, i. 502, 508-510; monument to Walpole's greatness, i. 512; Murphy's account of them, i. 504; prosecution of Cave, i. 501; of Cooley and the printer of the Daily Post, i. 503; of the printers in 1771, iii.

In Murphy's Essay on the Life and Genius of Dr. Johnson, there is a compendious account of the benevolent travels of the Portuguese missionary, who may fairly be called the precursor of Bruce.

Hypnotists and humbugs at Murphy's Camp in '49.

HYPNOTISTS AND HUMBUGS AT MURPHY'S CAMP IN '49, by Harry C. Peterson.

Hypnotists and humbugs at Murphy's Camp in '49.

c. 53, Murphy's transl.

For the women under Cromwellian Plantation persecutions and the Penal Laws, see Prendergast's Cromwellian Settlement, Rev. Denis Murphy's Cromwell in Ireland, and R. R. Madden's History of the Penal Laws.

Springing to my feet, I shouldered my rifle and started across the pasture, ankle deep in glittering dew; and as I advanced Sir George appeared, breasting the hill from the east; Murphy's big bulk loomed in the west; and, as we met before the door of the house, Jack Mount sauntered around the corner, chewing a grass-stem, his long, brown rifle cradled in his arm.

Three darted directly at us; a young warrior, painted in bars of bright yellow, raised his hatchet to hurl it; but Murphy's bullet spun him round like a top till he crashed against a tree and fell in a heap, quivering all over.

I shall never forget Mount's set face nor Murphy's terrible, vacant stare as we plodded on in absolute silence.

All stood by the open hall door, criticising Murphy's strapping of my trunks on a hack.