One day, while riding over the Kansas Pacific Railroad
toward Carson, the train boy came into a car full
of miners, with Eastern newspapers.

“Her's yer Times 'n Inter-Ocean. Harper's Weekly,”
he shouted.

An old miner, who caught the last sentence, jerked
up his head and said:

“Harper's weakly, schu say, boy. Why, I (hic)
didn't know he was (hic) sick!”