Sad. So sad. Whenever I think of your impish, freckled face, Jenny, I want to cry. And I do, for we all loved you. Jenny, your mother would have done far better for you if she had abandoned you to the slums of Glasgow, instead of spending her last farthing so that you could sail upon a golden wave to a California Sea.

And, if you had had the good fortune to have succumbed to any one other than Lawrence Hendrickson, you may have, in time, found the happiness you so desperately sought.

My God! How could you have fallen so totally in love with that sleazy, oiled hair, cheat of a gambler Didn't you know that you were just one of Hendrickson's many women?" What you didn't know was that he was already married, and his wife soon to arrive on a ship from back East.

And, why, when Hirum Ferris came to your cabin that evening, why, oh why didn't you listen to what he had to say? Hendrickson had basely destroyed Hirum's brother. The rest of us miners all felt Hirum was acting totally within our code. Hendrickson deserved to be shot, dead, dead, dead.

Oh Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. What force compelled you to try and protect your man from the rightful vengeance of Hirum Ferris. Actually, poor Hirum, before he took his own life out of remorse, admitted that he had leveled his pistol at Hendrickson's chest just to see him squirm.

Jenny, when you sprang between them, this quick and startling movement was enough to cause Hirum to pull the trigger. Not for all the gold in these hills would one of us harmed a hair on your head.

We called a meeting of the Poker Flat miners, and as much as we all wished to see Hendrickson hang, we couldn't bring ourselves to speed along his damnation. We settled instead on his banishment from this camp. He will forever be an outcast.

As for you my dear, we passed around a hat, and special ordered the gol-durnested fanciest tombstone this country has ever seen. As long as we live, or our claims hold out, you will rest under a blanket of flowers. And remember this, we all loved you.