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(con. late 19C) Down the Mother Lode 17: Among the handful of coins and small nuggets he brought from his pocket was a bullet strung on a bit of dirty twine. ‘Ah! a love token, senor?’ ‘Yes, from the throat of Betsy Jane’ (a term often used for a rifle). (con. late 19C) Down the Mother Lode 84: Hey, look at the donk landin kicks on ’is ribs. (con. late 19C) Down the Mother Lode 60: The hurdy-gurdy girls with shrieks of laughter pounced upon the noisy newcomer. (con. late 19C) Down the Mother Lode 62: ‘By jinks!’ yelled Curley, ‘I’ve coppered the jack! I’ve broken the bank!’. Down the Mother Lode 27: Hey, you [...] you goot-for-not’ing bucksin lummix, you com mit! (con. late 19C) Down the Mother Lode 84: Sufferin’ stars, he’s only a little scared cinnamon.