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twg_000012590200 | hole diggin' gold. Before my two eyes were well on them, the red villain lets fly an arrow, and the man fell down with a loud yell into the hole. Up goes my rifle like wink, and the red-skin would ha' gone onder in another second, but my piece snapped--cause why? the primin' had got damp; an' afore I could | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590201 | prime agin, he was gone. "I went up to the poor critter, and sure enough it wos all up with him. The arrow went in at the back o' his neck. He niver spoke again. So I laid him in the grave he had dug for himself, and sot off to tell the camp. An' a most tremendous row the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590202 | news made. They got fifty volunteers in no time, and went off, hot-fut, to scalp the whole nation. As I had other business to look after, and there seemed more than enough o' fightin' men, I left them, and went my way. Two days after, I had occasion to go back to the same place, an' when I comed in | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590203 | sight o' the camp, I guess there was a mighty stir. "`Wot's to do?' says I to a miner in a hole, who wos diggin' away for gold, and carin' nothin' about it. "`Only scraggin' an Injun,' he said, lookin' up. "`Oh,' says I, `I'll go and see.' "So off I sot, and there wos a crowd o' about two | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590204 | hundred miners round a tree; and, jest as I come up, they wos puttin' the rope round the neck of a poor wretch of an old grey-haired red-skin, whose limbs trembled so that they wos scarce able to hold him up. "`Heave away now, Bill,' cried the man as tied the noose. "But somethin' was wrong with the hitch o' | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590205 | the rope round the branch o' the tree, an' it wouldn't draw, and some time wos spent in puttin' it right. I felt sorter sorry for the old man, for his grave face was bold enough, and age more than fear had to do with the tremblin' o' his legs. Before they got it right again, my eye fell on | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590206 | a small band o' red-skins, who were lookin' quietly on; and foremost among them the very blackguard as shot the man in the galley. I knew him at once by his ugly face. Without sayin' a word, I steps for'ard to the old Injun, and takes the noose off his neck. "`Halloo!' cried a dozen men, jumpin' at me. `Wot's | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590207 | that for?' `Scrag the hunter,' cries one. `Howld yer long tongues, an' hear what he's got to say,' shouts an Irishman. "`Keep your minds easy,' says I, mountin' a stump, `an' seize that Injun, or I'll have to put a ball into him before he gits off'--for, ye see, I obsarved the black villain took fright, and was sneakin... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590208 | through the crowd. They had no doubt who I meant, for I pinted straight at him; and, before ye could wink, he was gripped, and led under the tree, with a face paler than ever I saw the face o' a red-skin before. "`Now,' says I, `wot for are ye scraggin' this old man?' So they told me how the | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590209 | party that went off to git the murderer met a band o' injuns comin' to deliver him up to be killed, they said, for murderin' the white man. An' they gave up this old Injun, sayin' he wos the murderer. The diggers believed it, and returned with the old boy and two or three others that came to see him | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590210 | fixed off. "`Very good,' says I, `ye don't seem to remimber that I'm the man what saw the murder, and told ye of it. By good luck, I've come in time to point him out--an' _this is him_.' An' with that I put the noose round the villain's neck and drawed it tight. At that he made a great start | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590211 | to shake it off, and clear away; but before you could wink, he was swingin' at the branch o' the tree, twinty feet in the air. "Sarved him right," cried several of the men, emphatically, as the hunter concluded his anecdote. "Ay," he continued, "an' they strung up his six friends beside him." "Sarved 'em right too," re... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590212 | man, whose partiality for the tin wash-hand basin and the tooth-brush we have already noticed. "If I had my way, I'd shoot 'em all off the face o' the 'arth, I would, right away." "I'm sorry to hear they did that," remarked Larry O'Neil looking pointedly at the last speaker, "for it only shewed they was greater morther... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590213 | Injuns--the red-skins morthered wan man, but the diggers morthered six. "An' who are _you_ that finds fault wi' the diggers?" inquired the tall man, turning full round upon the Irishman, with a tremendous oath. "Be the mortial," cried the Irishman, starting up like a Jack-in-the-box, and throwing off his coat, "I'm Lar... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590214 | ye want to be purtily worked off." Instantly the man's hand was on the hilt of his revolver; but, before he could draw it, the rest of the company started up and overpowered the belligerents. "Come, gentlemen," said the host of the ranche, stepping forward, "it's not worth while quarrelling about a miserable red-skin."... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590215 | come, let's get ready for a start," said Ned; "you can't afford to fight till you've made your fortune at the diggings. How far is it to the next ranche, landlord?" This cool attempt to turn the conversation was happily successful. The next ranche, he was told, was about ten miles distant, and the road comparatively ea... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590216 | was a fine moonlight night, and he was desirous of reaching the first diggings on the following day as early as possible, the horses and mules were saddled, and the bill called for. When the said bill was presented, or rather, announced to them, our travellers opened their eyes pretty wide; they had to open their purse... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590217 | and empty them to such an extent that there was not more than a dollar left among them all! The supper, which we have described, cost them two and a half dollars-- about ten shillings and sixpence a head, including a glass of bad brandy; but not including a bottle of stout which Larry, in the ignorance and innocence of | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590218 | his heart, had asked for, and which cost him _three dollars_ extra! An egg, also, which Ned had obtained, cost him a shilling. "Oh, morther!" exclaimed Larry, "why didn't ye tell us the price before we tuck them?" "Why didn't ye ax?" retorted the landlord. "It's all right," remarked Maxton. "Prices vary at the diggings... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590219 | long. When provisions run short, the prices become exorbitant; when plentiful, they are more moderate, but they are never _low_. However, men don't mind much, for most diggers have plenty of gold." Captain Bunting and Bill Jones were unable to do more than sigh out their amazement and shake their heads, as they left th... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590220 | in doing which the captain accidentally, as usual, drove both spurs into the sides of his mule, which caused it to execute a series of manoeuvres and pirouettes that entertained the company for a quarter of an hour, after which they rode away over the plain. It was a beautiful country through which they now ambled plea... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590221 | wooded, with fine stretches of meadow land between, from which the scent of myriads of wild-flowers rose on the cool night air. The moon sailed low in a perfectly cloudless sky, casting the shadows of the horsemen far before them as they rode, and clothing hill and dale, bush and tree, with a soft light, as if a cloud ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590222 | silver gauze had settled down upon the scene. The incident in the ranche was quickly banished, and each traveller committed himself silently to the full enjoyment of the beauties around him--beauties which appeared less like reality than a vision of the night. CHAPTER NINE. A NIGHT RIDE IN THE WOODS--THE ENCAMPMENT--LA... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590223 | CREATURES. In less than two hours the travellers reached the second ranche, which was little better, in appearance or accommodation, than the one they had left. Having no funds, they merely halted to water their cattle, and then pushed forward. The country became more and more undulating and broken as they advanced, an... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590224 | of a hill country. The valleys were free from trees, though here and there occurred dense thickets of underwood, in which Maxton told them that grizzly-bears loved to dwell--a piece of information that induced most of the party to carry their rifles in a handy position, and glance suspiciously at every shadow. Large oa... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590225 | of the hills, while higher up the white oak and fir predominated. About an hour after midnight the moon began to descend towards the horizon, and Ned Sinton, who had been unanimously elected commander of the little band, called a halt in the neighbourhood of a rivulet, which flowed round the base of an abrupt cliff who... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590226 | clothed with scrubby bushes. "We shall encamp here for the night, comrades," said he, dismounting; "here is water and food for our nags, a fine piece of greensward to spread our blankets on, and a thick-leaved oak to keep the dew off us. Now, Maxton, you are an old campaigner, let us see how soon you'll have a fire bla... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012590227 | "I'll have it ready before you get the camp kettles and pans out," answered Maxton, fastening his horse to a tree, seizing an axe, and springing into the woods on the margin of the stream. "And, Captain Bunting," continued Ned, "do you water the horses and mules: our vaquero will help you. Jones will unpack the provend... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
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