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twg_000012590100 | out; and, in three minutes, I had a tail of a dozen men behind me. `Faix, Larry,' says I, `it's the first time ye iver comminced at the end of a thing in order to git to the beginnin'.' "Well, when I wos gittin' pretty near the post-office windy, I hears the chap behind me a-sayin' to the fellow behind | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590101 | him that he expected no letters, but only took up his place in the line to sell it to them what did. An' sure enough I found that lots o' them were there on the same errand. Just then up comes a miner, in big boots and a wide-awake. "`Och,' says he, `who'll sell me a place?' and with that | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590102 | he offered a lot o' pure goold lumps. "`Guess it's too little,' says the man next me. "`Ah, ye thievin' blackguard!' says I. `Here, yer honer, I'll sell ye my place for half the lot. I can wait for me letter, more be token I'm not sure there is wan.' For, ye see, I wos riled at the Yankee's greed. | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590103 | So out I steps, and in steps the miner, and hands me the whole he'd offered at first. "`Take them, my man,' says he; `you're an honest fellow, and it's a trate to meet wan here.'" "Capital," cried Ned, laughing heartily; "and you didn't try for a letter after all?" "Porter there?" shouted a voice from the quay. "That's... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590104 | yer honer. Here ye are," replied the Irishman, bounding away with a yell, and shouldering a huge leathern trunk, with which he vanished from the scene, leaving Ned to pursue the train of thought evoked by his account of his remarkable experiences. We deem it necessary here to assure the reader that the account given by... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590105 | doings was by no means exaggerated. The state of society, and the eccentricities of traffic displayed in San Francisco and other Californian cities during the first years of the gold-fever, beggars all description. Writers on that place and period find difficulty in selecting words and inventing similes in order to con... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590106 | eye-witnesses found it almost impossible, to believe the truth of what they heard and saw; and some have described the whole circle of life and manners there to have been more like to the wild, incongruous whirl of a pantomime than to the facts of real life. Even in the close and abrupt juxtaposition of the ludicrous a... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590107 | this held good. Ned Sinton had scarcely parted from his hilarious shipmate, when he was attracted by shouts, as if of men quarrelling, in a gaming-house; and, a few moments later, the report of a pistol was heard, followed by a sharp cry of agony. Rushing into the house, and forcing his way through the crowd, he reache... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590108 | in time to see the bloody corpse of a man carried out. This unfortunate had repeatedly lost large sums of money, and, growing desperate, staked his all on a final chance. He lost; and, drawing his bowie-knife, in the heat of despair, rushed at the president of the table. A dozen arms arrested him, and rendered his inte... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590109 | nevertheless, the president coolly drew a revolver from under the cloth, and shot him dead. For a few minutes there was some attempt at disturbance, and some condemned, while others justified the act. But the body was removed, and soon the game went on again as if nothing had occurred. Sickened with the sight, Ned hurr... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590110 | walked rapidly towards the shores of the bay, beyond the limits of the canvas town, where he could breathe the free ocean air, and wander on the sands in comparative solitude. The last straggling tent in that quarter was soon behind bun, and he stopped by the side of an old upturned boat, against which he leaned, and g... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590111 | upon the crowded bay with saddened feelings. As he stood in contemplation, he became aware of a sound, as if of heaving, plethoric breathing under the boat. Starting up, he listened intently, and heard a faint groan. He now observed, what had escaped his notice before, that the boat against which he leaned was a human ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590112 | near the keel admitted light, and possibly, at times, emitted smoke. Hastening round to the other side, he discovered a small aperture, which served as a doorway. It was covered with a rag of coarse canvas, which he lifted, and looked in. "Who's there?" inquired a voice, as sharply as extreme weakness would allow. "Hav... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590113 | pointing at your head. If you come in without leave, I'll blow out your brains." "I am a friend," said Ned, looking towards the further end of the boat, where, on a couch of straw, lay the emaciated form of a middle-aged man. "Put down your pistol, friend; my presence here is simply owing to the fact that I heard | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590114 | you groan, and I would relieve your distress, if it is in my power." "You are the first that has said so since I lay down here," sighed the man, falling back heavily. Ned entered, and, advancing as well as he could in a stooping posture, sat down beside the sick man's pallet, and felt his pulse. Then he looked | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590115 | anxiously in his face, on which the hand of death was visibly placed. "My poor fellow!" said Ned, in a soothing tone, "you are very ill, I fear. Have you no one to look after you?" "Ill!" replied the sick man, almost fiercely, "I am dying. I have seen death too often, and know it too well, to be mistaken." | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590116 | His voice sank to a whisper as he added, "It is not far off now." For a few seconds Ned could not make up his mind what to say. He felt unwilling to disturb the last moments of the man. At last he leaned forward, and repeated from memory several of the most consoling passages of Scripture. Twice over he | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590117 | said, "Though thy sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as wool," and, "Him that cometh unto Me, (Christ), I will in no wise cast out." The man appeared to listen, but made no reply. Suddenly he started up, and, leaning on his elbow, looked with an awfully earnest stare into Ned's face. "Young man, gold is good--gold... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590118 | good--remember that, _if you don't make it your god_." After a pause, he continued, "_I_ made it my god. I toiled for it night and day, in heat and cold, wet and dry. I gave up everything for it; I spent all my time in search of it--and I got it--and what good can it do me _now_? I have | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590119 | spent night and day here for weeks, threatening to shoot any one who should come near my gold--Ha!" he added, sharply, observing that his visitor glanced round the apartment, "you'll not find it _here_. No, look, look round, peer into every corner, tear up every plank of my boat, and you'll find nothing but rotten wood... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590120 | nails." "Be calm, my friend," said Ned, who now believed that the poor man's mind was wandering, "I don't want your gold; I wish to comfort you, if I can. Would you like me to do anything for you after--" "After I'm dead," said the man, abruptly. "No, nothing. I have no relations--no friends--no enemies, even, _now_. Y... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590121 | quickly, "I have one friend. _You_ are my friend. You have spoken kindly to me--a beggar. You deserve the name of friend. Listen, I want you to be my heir. See here, I have had my will drawn up long ago, with the place for the name left blank I had intended--but no matter--what is your name?" "Edward Sinton." "Here, | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590122 | hand me that ink-horn, and the pen. There," continued the man, pushing the paper towards him, "I have made over to you the old boat, and the ground it lies on. Both are mine. The piece of ground is marked off by four posts. Take care of the--" The man's voice sank to a mere whisper; then it ceased suddenly. | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590123 | When Ned looked at him again, he started, for the cold hand of death had sealed his lips for ever. A feeling of deep, intense pity filled the youth's heart, as he gazed on the emaciated form of this friendless man--yet he experienced a sensation approaching almost to gladness, when he remembered that the last words he ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590124 | him were those of our blessed Saviour to the chief of sinners. Spreading the ragged piece of canvas that formed a quilt over the dead man's face, he rose, and left the strange dwelling, the entrance to which he secured, and then hastened to give information of the death to the proper authorities. Ned was an hour too la... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590125 | dinner when he arrived at the hotel, where he found Captain Bunting and his new friend awaiting him in some anxiety. Hastily informing them of the cause of his detention, he introduced them to each other, and forgot for a time the scene of death he had just witnessed, in talking over plans for the future, and in making... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590126 | for a trip to the diggings. CHAPTER EIGHT. OUR HERO AND HIS FRIENDS START FOR THE DIGGINGS--THE CAPTAIN'S PORTRAIT--COSTUMES, AND SCENERY, AND SURPRISES--THE RANCHE BY THE ROAD-SIDE--STRANGE TRAVELLERS--THEY MEET WITH A NEW FRIEND, AND ADOPT HIM--THE HUNTER'S STORY--LARRY OFFERS TO FIGHT A YANKEE--HIGH PRICES AND EMPTY... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590127 | Captain Bunting upon his own proper person. We have said, elsewhere, that the worthy captain was a big, broad man, with a shaggy head of hair, and red whiskers. Moreover, when he landed in San Francisco, he wore a blue coat, with clear brass buttons, blue vest, blue trousers, and a glazed straw hat; but in the course o... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590128 | week he effected such a change in his outward man, that his most intimate friend would have failed to recognise him. No brigand of the Pyrenees ever looked more savage--no robber of the stage ever appeared more outrageously fierce. We do not mean to say that Captain Bunting "got himself up" for the purpose of making hi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590129 | donned the usual habiliments of a miner; but these habiliments were curious, and the captain's figure in them was unusually remarkable. In order that the reader may have a satisfactory view of the captain, we will change the scene, and proceed at once to that part of the road to the gold-fields which has now been reach... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590130 | It is a wide plain, or prairie, on which the grass waves like the waters of the sea. On one side it meets the horizon, on another it is bounded by the faint and far-distant range of the Sierra Nevada. Thousands of millions of beautiful wild-flowers spangle and beautify the soft green carpet, over which spreads a cloudl... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590131 | a whit less blue and soft than the vaunted sky of Italy. Herds of deer are grazing over the vast plain, like tame cattle. Wild geese and other water-fowl wing their way through the soft atmosphere, and little birds twitter joyously among the flowers. Everything is bright, and green, and beautiful; for it is spring, and... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590132 | yet scorched the grass to a russet-brown, and parched and cracked the thirsty ground, and banished animal and vegetable life away, as it will yet do, ere the hot summer of those regions is past and gone. There is but one tree in all that vast plain. It is a sturdy oak, and near it bubbles a cool, refreshing spring, | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590133 | over which, one could fancy, it had been appointed guardian. The spot is hundreds of miles from San Francisco, on the road to the gold-mines of California. Beneath that solitary oak a party of weary travellers have halted, to rest and refresh themselves and their animals; or, as the diggers have it, to take their "noon... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590134 | that party sits our captain, on the back of a long-legged mule. On his head is, or, rather, was--for he has just removed it, in order to wipe the perspiration from his forehead--a brown felt wide-awake, very much battered in appearance, suggesting the idea that the captain had used it constantly as a night-cap, which, ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590135 | but a flannel shirt, of the brightest possible scarlet, clothes the upper portion of his burly frame, while brown corduroys adorn the lower. Boots of the most ponderous dimensions engulf, not only his feet, but his entire legs, leaving only a small part of the corduroys visible. On his heels, or, rather, just above his... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590136 | of enormous Mexican spurs, with the frightful prongs of which he so lacerated the sides of his unfortunate mule, during the first part of the journey, as to drive that animal frantic, and cause it to throw him off at least six times a day. Dire necessity has now, however, taught the captain that most difficult and rare... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590137 | horsemanship, to ride with the toes well in, and the heels well out. Round Captain Bunting's waist is a belt, which is of itself quite a study. It is made of tough cow-hide, full two and a half inches broad, and is fastened by a brass buckle that would cause the mouth of a robber-chief to water. Attached to it | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590138 | in various ways and places are the following articles:--A bowie-knife of the largest size--not far short of a small cutlass; a pair of revolving pistols, also large, and having six barrels each; a stout leathern purse; and a leathern bag of larger dimensions for miscellaneous articles. As the captain has given up shavi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590139 | face is visible, except the nose, eyes, and forehead. All besides is a rugged mass of red hair, which rough travel has rendered an indescribable and irreclaimable waste. But the captain cares not: as long as he can clear a passage through the brushwood to his mouth, he says, his mind is easy. Such is Captain Bunting, a... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590140 | but trifling modifications, is every member of his party. On Ned Sinton and his almost equally stalwart and handsome friend, Tom Collins, the picturesque costume of the miner sits well; and it gives a truly wild, dashing look to the whole party, as they stand beneath the shade of that lovely oak, preparing to refresh t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590141 | beef, and pipes of esteemed tobacco. Besides those we have mentioned, Larry O'Neil is there,--busy carrying water in a bucket to the horses, and as proud of his Mexican spurs as if they were the golden spurs of the days of chivalry. Bill Jones is there, with a blue instead of a red-flannel shirt, and coarse canvas duck... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590142 | of corduroys. Bill affects the sailor in other respects, for he scorns heavy boots, and wears shoes and a straw hat; but he is compelled to wear the spurs, for reasons best known to his intensely obstinate mule. There is also among them a native Californian,--a _vaquero_, or herd,--who has been hired to accompany the p... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590143 | look after the pack-mules, of which there are two, and to assist them generally with advice and otherwise. He is a fine athletic fellow--Spanish-like, both in appearance and costume; and, in addition to bad Spanish, gives utterance to a few sounds, which _he_ calls "Encleesh." The upper part of his person is covered by... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590144 | is simply a blanket, with a hole in its centre, through which the head of the wearer is thrust, the rest being left to fall over the shoulders. Our travellers had reached the spot on which we now find them by means of a boat voyage of more than a hundred miles, partly over the great bay of San Francisco, | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590145 | and partly up the Sacramento River, until they reached the city of Sacramento. Here they purchased mules and provisions for the overland journey to the mines--a further distance of about a hundred and fifty miles,--and also the picks, shovels, axes, pewter plates, spoons, pans, and pannikins, and other implements and u... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590146 | mountains of the Sierra Nevada. For these the prices demanded were so enormous, that when all was ready for a start they had only a few dollars left amongst them. But being on their way to dig for gold, they felt little concern on this head. As the Indians of the interior had committed several murders a short time befo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590147 | and had come at various times into collision with the gold-diggers, it was deemed prudent to expend a considerable sum on arms and ammunition. Each man, therefore, was armed with a rifle or carbine, a pistol of some sort, and a large knife or short sword. Captain Bunting selected a huge old bell-mouthed blunderbuss, ha... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590148 | partiality for the weapons of his forefathers. Among other things, Ned, by advice of Tom Collins, purchased a few simple medicines; he also laid in a stock of drawing-paper, pencils, and water-colours, for his own special use, for which he paid so large a sum that he was ashamed to tell it to his comrades; but he was r... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590149 | to lose the opportunity of representing life and scenery at the diggings, for the sake of old Mr Shirley, as well as for his own satisfaction. Thus equipped they set forth. Before leaving San Francisco, the captain, and Ned, and Tom Collins had paid a final visit to their friend the merchant, Mr Thompson, and committed... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590150 | care--i.e. the hull of the good ship _Roving Bess_--the rent of which he promised to collect monthly--and Ned's curious property, the old boat and the little patch of barren sand, on which it stood. The boat itself he made over, temporarily, to a poor Irishman who had brought out his wife with him, and was unable to pr... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590151 | diggings in consequence of the said wife having fallen into a delicate state of health. He gave the man a written paper empowering him to keep possession until his return, and refused to accept of any rent whereat the poor woman thanked him earnestly, with the tears running down her pale cheeks. It was the hottest part... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590152 | hot day when the travellers found themselves, as we have described, under the grateful shade of what Larry termed the "lone oak." "Now our course of proceeding is as follows," said Ned, at the conclusion of their meal--"We shall travel all this afternoon, and as far into the night as the mules can be made to go. By tha... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590153 | we shall be pretty well off the level ground, and be almost within hail of the diggings--" "I don't belave it," said Larry O'Neil, knocking the ashes out of his pipe in an emphatic manner; "sure av there _was_ goold in the country we might have seed it by this time." Larry's feelings were a verification of the words, "... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590154 | deferred maketh the heart sick." He had started enthusiastically many days before on this journey to the gold regions, under the full conviction that on the first or second day he would be, as he expressed it, "riding through fields of goold dust;" instead of which, day after day passed, and night after night, during w... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590155 | agonies inseparable from a _first_ journey on horseback, and still not a symptom of gold was to be seen, "no more nor in owld Ireland itself." But Larry bore his disappointments like an Irishman, and defied "fortin' to put him out of timper by any manes wotiver." "Patience," said Bill Jones, removing his pipe to make r... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590156 | "is a wirtue--that's wot I says. If ye can't make things better, wot then? why, let 'em alone. W'en there's no wind, crowd all canvas and ketch wot there is. W'en there _is_ wind, why then, steer yer course; or, if ye can't, steer as near it as ye can. Anyhow, never back yer fore-topsail without a cause--them's my sent... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590157 | "And very good sentiments they are, Bill," said Tom Collins, jumping up and examining the girth of his horse; "I strongly advise you to adopt them, Larry." "Wot a bottle o' wisdom it is," said O'Neil, with a look of affected contempt at his messmate. "Wos it yer grandmother, now, or yer great wan, that edicated ye?--Ar... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590158 | Oh, morther, ye'll break me heart!" The latter part of this remark was addressed to his mule, which at that moment broke its laryat, and gambolled gaily away over the flowering plain. Its owner followed, yelling like a madman. He might as well have chased the wind; and it is probable that he would never have mounted hi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590159 | had not the vaquero come to his aid. This man, leaping on his own horse, which was a very fine one, dashed after the runaway, with which he came up in a few minutes; then grasping the long coil of line that hung at his saddle-bow, he swung it round once or twice, and threw the lasso, or noose, adroitly | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590160 | over the mule's head, and brought it up. "Yer a cliver fellow," said Larry, as he came up, panting; "sure ye did it be chance?" The man smiled, and without deigning a reply, rode back to the camp, where the party were already in the saddle. In a few minutes they were trotting rapidly over the prairie. Before evening cl... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590161 | the travellers arrived at one of the road-side inns, or, as they were named, ranches, which were beginning at this time to spring up in various parts of the country, for the accommodation of gold-hunters on their way to the mines. This ranche belonged to a man of the name of Dawson, who had made a few hundred dollars b... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590162 | digging, and then set up a grog-shop and house of entertainment, being wise enough to perceive that he could gain twice as much gold by supplying the diggers with the necessaries of life than he could hope to procure by digging. His ranche was a mere hovel, built of sun-dried bricks, and he dealt more in drinks than in... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590163 | The accommodation and provisions were of the poorest description, but, as there was no other house of entertainment near, mine host charged the highest possible prices. There was but one apartment in this establishment, and little or no furniture. Several kegs and barrels supported two long pine planks which constitute... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590164 | and the _table d'hote_. A large cooking stove stood in the centre of the house, but there were no chairs; guests were expected to sit on boxes and empty casks, or stand. Beds there were none. When the hour for rest arrived, each guest chose the portion of the earthen floor that suited him best, and, spreading out his b... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590165 | with his saddle for a pillow, lay down to dream of golden nuggets, or, perchance, of home, while innumerable rats--the bane of California-- gambolled round and over him. The ranchero, as the owner of such an establishment is named, was said to be an escaped felon. Certainly he might have been, as far as his looks went.... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590166 | and morose, but men minded this little, so long as he supplied their wants. There were five or six travellers in the ranche when our party arrived, all of whom were awaiting the preparation of supper. "Here we are," cried the captain, as they trotted into the yard, "ready for supper, I trow; and, if my nose don't decei... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590167 | supper's about ready for us." "I hope they've got enough for us all," said Ned, glancing at the party inside, as he leaped from the saddle, and threw the bridle to his vaquero. "Halloo, Boniface! have ye room for a large party in there?" "Come in an' see," growled Dawson, whose duties at the cooking stove rendered him ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590168 | to other matters. "Ah, thin, ye've got a swate voice," said Larry O'Neil, sarcastically, as he led his mule towards a post, to which Bill Jones was already fastening his steed. "I say, Bill," he added, pointing to a little tin bowl which stood on an inverted cask outside the door of the ranche, "wot can that be for?" "... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590169 | answered Bill; "s'pose it's to wash in." At that moment a long, cadaverous miner came out of the hut, and rendered further speculation unnecessary, by turning up his shirt sleeves to the elbow, and commencing his ablutions in the little tin bowl, which was just large enough to admit both his hands at once. "Faix, yer m... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590170 | to be grateful," said Larry, in an undertone, as he and Jones stood with their arms crossed, admiring the proceedings of the man. This remark had reference to the fact that the washer applied the water to the favoured regions around his nose and mouth, but carefully avoided trespassing on any part of the territory lyin... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590171 | nixt?" exclaimed Larry. Well might he inquire, for this man, having combed his hair with a public comb, which was attached to the door-post by a string, and examined himself carefully in a bit of glass, about two inches in diameter, proceeded to cleanse his teeth with a _public tooth-brush_ which hung beside the comb. ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590172 | similarly used by a miner ten minutes previously; and while this one was engaged with his toilet, another man stood beside him awaiting his turn! "W'en yer in difficulties," remarked Bill Jones, slowly, as he entered the ranche, and proceeded to fill his pipe, "git out of 'em, if ye can. If ye can't, why wot then? circ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590173 | an' it's o' no use a-tryin' to mend 'em. Only my sentiments is, that I'll delay washin' till I comes to a river." "You've come from San Francisco, stranger?" said a rough-looking man, in heavy boots, and a Guernsey shirt, addressing Captain Bunting. "Maybe I have," replied the captain, regarding his interrogator throug... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590174 | was in the act of lighting. "Goin' to the diggin's, I s'pose?" "Yes." "Bin there before?" "No." "Nor none o' your party, I expect?" "None, except one." "You'll be goin' up to the bar at the American Forks now, I calc'late?" "Don't know that I am." "Perhaps you'll try the northern diggin's?" "Perhaps." How long this per... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590175 | continued his attack on the captain is uncertain, had he not been suddenly interrupted by the announcement that supper was ready, so he swaggered off to the corner of the hut where an imposing row of bottles stood, demanded a "brandy-smash," which he drank, and then, seating himself at the table along with the rest of ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590176 | help himself largely to all that was within his reach. The fare was substantial, but not attractive. It consisted of a large junk of boiled salt beef, a mass of rancid pork, and a tray of broken ship-biscuit. But hungry men are not particular, so the viands were demolished in a remarkably short space of time. "I'm a'mo... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590177 | supplies," said the host, in a sort of apologetic tone, "an' the cart I sent down to Sacramento some weeks ago for more's not come back." "Better than nothin'," remarked a bronzed, weatherbeaten hunter, as he helped himself to another junk of pork. "If ye would send out yer boy into the hills with a rifle now an' again... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590178 | git lots o' grizzly bars." "Are grizzly-bears eaten here?" inquired Ned Sinton, pausing in the act of mastication, to ask the question. "Eaten!" exclaimed the hunter, in surprise, "in coorse they is. They're uncommon good eatin' too, I guess. Many a one I've killed an' eaten myself; an' I like 'em better than beef--I d... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590179 | the hills there two days agone, an' supped off him; but bein' in a hurry, I left the carcase to the coyotes." (Coyotes are small wolves.) The men assembled round the rude _table d'hote_ were fifteen in number, including our adventurers, and represented at least six different nations--English, Scotch, Irish, German, Yan... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590180 | and all were gold-diggers; even the hunter just referred to, although he had not altogether forsaken his former calling, devoted much of his time to searching for gold. Some, like our friends, were on their way to the diggings for the first time; others were returning with provisions, which they had travelled to Sacram... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590181 | two were successful diggers who had made their "piles,"--in other words, their fortunes--and were returning home with heavy purses of gold-dust and nuggets. Good humour was the prevailing characteristic of the party, for each man was either successful or sanguinely hopeful, and all seemed to be affected by a sort of un... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590182 | their adventures at the mines. There was only one serious drawback to the scene, and that was, the perpetual and terrible swearing that mingled with the conversation. The Americans excelled in this wicked practice. They seemed to labour to invent oaths, not for the purpose of venting angry feelings, but apparently with... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590183 | and assertions. The others swore from _habit_. They had evidently ceased to be aware that they were using oaths--so terribly had familiarity with sinful practices blunted the consciences of men who, in early life, would probably have trembled in this way to break the law of God. Yes, by the way, there was one other dra... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590184 | and interesting group, and this was the spitting propensity of the Yankees. All over the floor--that floor, too, on which other men besides themselves were to repose--they discharged tobacco-juice and spittle. The _nation_ cannot be too severely blamed and pitied for this disgusting practice, yet we feel a tendency, no... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590185 | whom, having been trained to spitting from their infancy, cannot be expected even to understand the abhorrence with which the practice is regarded by men of other nations. Nevertheless, brother Jonathan, it is not too much to expect that you ought to respect the universal condemnation of your spitting propensities--by ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590186 | promiscuously is a dirty practice, even although you cannot _feel_ it. We think that if you had the moral courage to pass a law in Congress to render spitting on floors and carpets a capital offence, you would fill the world with admiration and your own bosoms with self-respect, not to mention the benefit that would ac... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590187 | powers in consequence thereof! All of the supper party were clad and armed in the rough-and-ready style already referred to, and most of them were men of the lower ranks, but there were one or two who, like Ned Sinton, had left a more polished class of mortals to mingle in the promiscuous crowd. These, in some cases, c... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590188 | manners with them, and exerted a modifying influence on all around. One young American, in particular, named Maxton, soon attracted general attention by the immense fund of information he possessed, and the urbane, gentlemanly manner in which he conveyed it to those around him. He possessed in an eminent degree those q... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590189 | nature, frankness, manliness, considerable knowledge of almost every subject that can be broached in general conversation, united with genuine modesty. When he sat down to table he did not grasp everything within his reach; he began by offering to carve and help others, and when at length he did begin to eat, he did no... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590190 | it is true, and "calculated" occasionally, but when he did so, it was in a tone that fell almost as pleasantly on the ear as the brogue of old Ireland. Ned happened to be seated beside Maxton, and held a good deal of conversation with him. "Forgive me, if I appear inquisitive," said the former, helping himself to a han... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590191 | of broken biscuit, "but I cannot help expressing a hope that our routes may lie in the same direction--are you travelling towards Sacramento city or the mines?" "Towards the mines; and, as I observed that your party came from the southward, I suppose you are going in the same direction. If so, I shall be delighted to j... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590192 | capital," replied Ned, "we shall be the better of having our party strengthened, and I am quite certain we could not have a more agreeable addition to it." "Thank you for the compliment. As to the advantage of a strong party, I feel it a safeguard as well as a privilege to join yours, for, to say truth, the roads | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590193 | are not safe just now. Several lawless scoundrels have been roving about in this part of the country committing robberies and even murder. The Indians, too, are not so friendly as one could wish. They have been treated badly by some of the unprincipled miners; and their custom is to kill two whites for every red-man th... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590194 | not particular as to whom they kill, consequently the innocent are frequently punished for the guilty." "This is sad," replied Ned. "Are, then, all the Indian tribes at enmity with the white men?" "By no means. Many tribes are friendly, but some have been so severely handled, that they have vowed revenge, and take it w... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590195 | Their only weapons, however, are bows and arrows, so that a few resolute white men, with rifles, can stand against a hundred of them, and they know this well. I spent the whole of last winter on the Yuba River; and, although large bands were in my neighbourhood, they never ventured to attack us openly, but they succeed... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590196 | one or two miners who strayed into the woods alone." "And are these murders passed over without any attempt to bring the murderers to justice?" "I guess they are not," replied Maxton, smiling; "but justice is strangely administered in these parts. Judge Lynch usually presides, and he is a stern fellow to deal with. If ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590197 | hunter, there, is saying just now, you will hear a case in point, if I mistake not." As Maxton spoke, a loud laugh burst from the men at the other end of the table. "How did it happen?" cried several. "Out wi' the yarn, old boy." "Ay, an' don't spin it too tight, or, faix, ye'll burst the strands," cried | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590198 | Larry O'Neil, who, during the last half-hour, had been listening, open-mouthed, to the marvellous anecdotes of grizzlies and red-skins, with which the hunter entertained his audience. "Wall, boys, it happened this ways," began the man, tossing off a gin-sling, and setting down the glass with a violence that nearly smas... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590199 | the head waters o' the Sacramento, lookin' out for deer, and gittin' a bit o' gold now an' again, when, one day, as I was a-comin' down a gully in the hills, I comes all of a suddint on two men. One wos an Injun, as ugly a sinner as iver I seed; t'other wos a Yankee lad, in a | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
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