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horse, which was thrown down, his mate fol- lowing him. They all went down in a heap, but by one of those peculiar circumstances which are continually happening, no one was hurt. In going over, the heavy wagon tongue barely grazed Sam’s head. He carries an accident policy. H. H. Betts was held up in the northern part of the city on Monday evening. He was peacefully wending his way homeward after an unusually hard day’s work, when he was startled by a preemptory demand to throw up his hands. Being of an obliging disposition he complied, at the same time wheeling and start- ing to run towards home. He made Sunol time for a while, and surprised himself. It is not often that a Son of Rest gets a move on himself, but Betts did this time, and he can’t account for it. He had as treasurer of the Episcopal Mission here, collected $1.50 during the day, but fortunately had paid the money out an hour or so before. The holdups, for there were two of them, were Mexicans, and spoke in broken English; they saw the glimmer of Bro. Bett’s diamonds from afar, and knowing he was treasurer of the church, naturally con- cluded that he carried plenty of money. Mr. Betts formerly trusted in Providence, but he now carries one of Colt’s latest improved per- suaders. It is becoming dangerous to carry large sums of money around at night, and as for diamonds it is like tempting Providence to wear them at all. Our diamonds are planted in our back yard, and the fellow who gets them will have to get up earlier than we do.