| In regard to the wages the people here pay, From two senty-five to four dollars per day For green hands and miners, mechanics get more. As to prices I’ll give you the rates at the store, Fresh butter and eggs, fifty; Lard, twenty cents, ’Leven dollars per barrel would be the expense Should you wish to buy flour. Potatoes are three Cents a pound by the sack; just one dollar for tea, Green coffee is thirty. Star candles a “quarter,” Kerosene a half dollar, and then its half water. So now here I am at the end of my string, You need look for no more, as its your turn to sing. May happiness dwell long with thee and with thine As a grasshopper clings to his sweet tater vine. Write soon. Give your love to the folks great and small And remember me ever your Uncle (Horace) thats all. |
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