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 49 
 
 THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS 
 
 JOAQUIN MILLER 
 
 AUTHOR OF "MEMOKIE AND KIME," "SoNaa OF THE SIEKRAS," ETC. 
 
 FUNK & WAGNALLS 
 
 NEW YOKK : 1884. LONDON : 
 
 10 AND 12 DEY STREET. 44 FLEET STUEET. 
 
 Alt Rights Reserved.
 
 Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1884, by 
 
 FUNK & WAGNALLS, 
 In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington, D. C.
 
 DEDICATED 
 
 TO 
 
 MY FELLOW ARGONAUTS OF 
 
 49 
 
 220061,
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 AT the great Centennial dinner of the Association of 
 Forty-niners on the Fair Grounds in Philadelphia, I 
 read a portion of my drama, The Danites, and won the 
 thanks of the Association for the portrayal of earnest 
 manhood " in the brave old days of 49." Bat General 
 Sutter, the discoverer of gold, who presided on this oc 
 casion, insisted that the old man " 49," whom he knew 
 and loved, was worthy not only of the leading place in a 
 drama, but a whole volume to himself. I then and 
 there promised to do the desired work. General Sutter 
 furnished me subsequently with many additional notes 
 and facts concerning his singular valor, his dreary years 
 in the tunnel the first in California and his final good 
 fortune. 
 
 1 wrote the story and the drama of 49 as soon as 
 possible after my promise to do so. The drama is placed 
 in the archives of the nation at Washington ; so that 
 those who come after us may see the Argonauts as they 
 really were, not as represented in the dime novels and 
 third-class theatres. The story of " 49 " was published 
 in Bret Ilarte s Overland Monthly. But its publication 
 brought out additional facts aye, romances in part maybe
 
 VI PREFACE. 
 
 from many old miners of the Sierras ; so that the story 
 is now thrice its original length. And yet it is far too 
 short so short that it is necessarily crude and cramped 
 and unpolished. But bear in mind the characters 
 themselves were rugged, strong, and hard to master. 
 They partook something of the savage splendor of ISTature 
 about them, and remained to the end like their majestic 
 mountains abrupt, broken, and untamed. Yet if the 
 gold is in the mountains the true miner will find itj 
 without road or guide. The readers whose love I 
 cherish, and shall retain to the end of my toil, will follow 
 me through and find the gold, careless of all the rugged 
 ways ; for they know well that Parnassus s self is savage- 
 fronted. 
 
 JOAQUIN MILLER.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 " WESTWARD, Ho !".... 9 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 OVER THE PLAINS 14 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 Two YEARS 19 
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 IN SIERRA 25 
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 A FRAGMENT 38 
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 " JUST ONE LITTLE SONG, LOVE " 49 
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 " I M A TOTAL WRECK " 58 
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 IN THE DARK 70
 
 VI 11 CONTENTS. 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 GOING AWAY 75 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 So WEARY! 8G 
 
 CHAPTER XI. 
 VIGILANTES 104 
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 GNOME-LAND 114 
 
 CHAPTER XIII. 
 A CLOUD OF DUST 119 
 
 CHAPTER XIV. 
 OUT OP THE DARKNESS 126 
 
 CHAPTER XV. 
 PURE GOLD , 133 
 
 CHAPTER XVI. 
 TIIE HEIRESS.. . 140
 
 49, 
 
 THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 "WESTWARD, no!" 
 
 The heart of woman is like the heart of my Sierras some find 
 gold there, and some do not. Much depends on the prospector. 
 
 THE years 1849-50-52 found that vast region known 
 as the Upper Mississippi Valley one great camp. The 
 settlers had poured in from the four parts of the world 
 in a war of conquest. Hard and bitter was the unequal 
 fight with the savage elements of the new lands. When 
 the cyclones swept over and buried the little villages in 
 that early day, no telegraph heralded the settlers suffer 
 ings over the world, and brought back substantial sym 
 pathy. Silently each hardy soldier stood in line, and 
 thousands fell at the post of duty. Disease, cold, heart- 
 sickness, each more terrible than the prowling Indian on 
 the border, laid hard hold of the silent and patient 
 pioneer. 1 know that legions died. I know that all 
 suffered, and suffered terribly ; but 1 never heard one 
 person complain. 
 
 Nearly half a century has passed. The pioneer of this
 
 10 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 great valley has gone forever. The wheels of progress 
 have rolled over his grave, and levelled it with the fields 
 of golden grain. The silent and hardy pioneer has 
 passed into history. Let the historian do his work as 
 bravely as did this unique character, and the pioneer will 
 stand out on the page a nobler and grander hero than 
 any figure in the Spanish Conquest. 
 
 In the old Greek days the heroes beat upon their 
 shields with lance and sword, and, standing up before 
 the world, loudly proclaimed their deeds, their valor, 
 their victories, their suffering, and their sorrows to all 
 who could be induced to listen. Homer s heroes, the 
 heroes of the stage and, indeed, heroes of all dramas, 
 from that day to the present have been so disposed ; a 
 loud and pretentious lot. But the American hero is a 
 silent man. 
 
 Make a note of this. It is the line that is to distin 
 guish the heroes of the Old World from the New. This 
 distinction is to mark the American drama, the Ameri 
 can literature, from that of the Old "World. Grant used 
 but two words at Vicksburg " Unconditional surren 
 der." 
 
 But to return to this vast camp, teeming, surging in 
 the mighty Valley of the Mississippi. 
 
 My father, who was the schoolmaster of the little 
 settlement where dwelt the remarkable man who has 
 since become known to the world as " 49," was split 
 ting rails in the woods one Saturday afternoon, near his 
 log-cabin, when this tall, strong young neighbor, rifle on 
 shoulder and squirrel in hand, came hurriedly through 
 the thick wood and stood suddenly before him. There 
 was a strange light in his bright black eyes as he spoke : 
 
 11 Squire, they ve found gold away out yonder six 
 months journey away. Gold, squire, gold in the banks
 
 " WESTWARD, HO ! " 11 
 
 of the rivers, in the beds of the rivers, in the ground 
 everywhere !" 
 
 The man brought the breech of his gun solidly to the 
 ground, throwing down his squirrel and pushing back 
 his coonskin cap as my father straightened up from his 
 work and stood before him. 
 
 He looked tall and as hardy as the trees about us. He 
 clinched his fist emphatically, and throwing it out toward 
 the far, far West, in the supposed direction of the gold 
 fields, continued : 
 
 " And I m going there to get gold for Mary and my 
 kid Charlie, squire get gold for em, and get out of 
 this fever-and-ager land." 
 
 And then this tall, dark man and my father sat down 
 on a " rail-cut" together, and talked almost in whispers 
 for a long time. The squirrels chattered overhead and 
 leaped from branch to branch, but the man with the gun 
 did not heed them. I and my two little brothers left off 
 building our bark-house in the hollow stump, and stood 
 close about our father s knee to listen. This young man, 
 Charles Devine, was our nearest and dearest neighbor. 
 He had a young wife, beautiful in soul and body as him 
 self. Then there was the little boy-baby lying on its 
 back and crowing in the cradle. These he would leave 
 behind for a year only one year, at furthest and boldly 
 strike out for the far gold fields of California. 
 
 As they talked together, I heard him chuckle with 
 delight as he spoke of soon returning with a great bag 
 full of gold-dust, and of pouring it all out in the cradle 
 about the chubby feet of his fat, crowing little baby- 
 boy. 
 
 " Only a year, squire. You see, if I don t strike it by 
 that time, of course 1 can come back and wrestle with 
 the woods here ; arid shake with the ager, too, if I must.
 
 12 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 Yes, Mary is willing, and brave about it, too. Oh, of 
 course she ll cry a bit women are that way, you know, 
 squire. But I ll put in the garden truck before 1 start 
 next spring, you know. And then she always milks the 
 cow herself ; and as the bit of land is paid for, and the 
 cabin safe and solid, roof and cellar, why, of course Mary 
 Mary won t " 
 
 The man s voice began to tremble a bit here, and, 
 making believe that he suddenly saw a squirrel in the 
 boughs above, he again took up his gun and found 
 diversion for a moment in trying to get a shot ; and then 
 he soon went away. 
 
 But he had stayed long enough to give my father the 
 fever also, and before the next spring he, too, was yok 
 ing up oxen, cows, calves, anything that could draw, and 
 preparing to fall in with that greatest caravan which the 
 world has ever witnessed. 
 
 On the seventeenth day of March three covered 
 wagons, drawn by long lines of yoked cattle old, tried, 
 and patient steers at the wheel and in the lead, with 
 bellowing cows and kicking calves between drew up 
 before our cabin to take in the little family, the pro 
 visions, and the few household goods that were worth 
 transportation. 
 
 It had been arranged, after all, that Charles Devine 
 was to go with my father as one of his men ; and so it 
 chanced that, when all were ready to start, 1 went over 
 with him to his cabin, when he went to say good -by to 
 Mary, to take her a little present from my mother. 
 
 There was a bright hickory -bark fire blazing on the 
 hearth, for there was frost in the air, and the wind blew 
 keen and cold. The little baby-boy lay crowing good- 
 naturedly and carelessly in the cradle. 
 
 But the young wife s heart was full and almost ready
 
 " WEST WARD, HO!" 13 
 
 to burst, although she attempted to smile as we en 
 tered. 
 
 " Well, Mary, my gun and and belt." 
 
 She took the rifle from the buck-horns over the 
 mantelpiece and put it in his hand. Then she took 
 down the shot-pouch and powder-horn, and, as he 
 stooped a little, put them tenderly over his shoulder. 
 After that she took the belt, with its big sheath-knife, 
 from off the bedpost back in the corner of the clean and 
 tidy cabin, and, reaching about his waist, buckled it 
 there silently. 
 
 " Good-by, Mary ; good good 
 
 But she had turned suddenly, and, leaning her elbows 
 on the mantelpiece, with her face in an upturned palm, 
 the tears ran down like rain, and her lips quivered so and 
 she trembled so that she did not dare try to speak at all. 
 
 And then the man backed toward the door by the cradle, 
 and, holding his gun in his left hand, he reached the 
 other down to the baby. The playful little thing did 
 not dream of care, or trouble, or separation, and with its 
 fat fists doubled, it crowed in his face and kicked up a 
 chubby little foot. And so the man smiled through his 
 tears, and shook that little foot for farewell. Then he 
 hurried through the door, and did not look back. But 
 I, close at his heels, saw over my shoulder that Mary 
 still stood at the mantel, motionless, voiceless, the picture 
 of despair. 
 
 The dog came out of the kennel in the corner of the 
 yard, and laid a cold nose in his master s hand as we 
 hurried away, and then went back. 
 
 And so the good-by was over. And the stolid oxen 
 in the lead were turned resolutely to the West, and we 
 rolled away in the wake of the setting sun.
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 OVER THE PLAINS. 
 
 We climbed the rock-built breasts of earth ! 
 
 We saw the snowy mountains rolled 
 
 Like mighty billows ; saw the birth 
 
 Of sudden dawn ; beheld the gold 
 
 Of awful sunsets ; saw the face 
 
 Of God and named it boundless space ! 
 
 IT was nearly a month before Devine spoke of his wife 
 and baby, and then it was in half whispers to my 
 mother, as we were camped on the banks of the Missouri 
 River, binding rafts to carry us over. 
 
 How he dwelt on every little detail of that separation ! 
 Mary leaning there against the mantel, with the tears 
 raining down, not saying one word ; the little boy crow 
 ing in the cradle, kicking up his little chubby foot in his 
 face ; the faithful dog stealing out to lay his cold nose 
 in his hand, and then back to his kennel, as if he knew 
 his place was at Mary s side. 
 
 Oh, it would take a full book to follow Devine in his 
 quiet talks to my mother, by the camp-fires of the tall 
 and silent woman he had left leaning there by the man 
 tel, and that little boy-baby that had thrust up a little 
 foot in his face when he should have given his hand ! 
 
 He would not talk to the men of Mary. He would 
 not even mention her name to them. Sacred silence ! 
 And yet all his tender talk to mother of her and the baby 
 was brimful of hope and perfect confidence that all would 
 be well in the end.
 
 OVER THE PLAINS. 15 
 
 " Only a year, inarm only one year, squire, and I ll 
 be by her side as she stands there lean in by the mantel 
 piece, gold or no gold. And I ll snatch that baby up 
 out of the cradle and toss it up to the rafters. The 
 rascal ! to reach me a foot when he ought to have 
 reached me a little fist !" 
 
 And here the voice would drop very low and tender, 
 and the head would turn aside, and the man would seem 
 to think of something to do, and so get up hastily and go 
 out and away by himself. 
 
 "What a multitude ! An army ! The world will 
 never approximate an adequate idea of that mighty flood 
 that burst out over the confines of the border and flowed 
 on toward the distant West. 
 
 I say flowed toward the far, far West advisedly ; for 
 that mighty flood never reached the Pacific. It sank 
 down in the deserts. There was no chronicler then to 
 take note. Statistics were unknown. For seven 
 months incessant journey we were rarely out of sight of 
 new-made graves, and at some camps it was difficult to 
 find room for the tent because of the graves ! 
 
 Little towns have taken their places now, and no sign 
 of these graves is to be seen. But oh, the sickness ! 
 the cholera ! the fevers ! the heart-sickness ! the 
 despair ! 
 
 And steadily the mighty caravan moved on. Some 
 times the whole Plains seemed one vast sea of covered 
 wagons ; then sometimes we would be left in camp with 
 no one in sight but our own little company. 
 
 I recall, on one memorable Sunday morning, the tall, 
 silent figure of Devine in battle. We were camped on 
 the headwaters of the Colorado. lie had thus far 
 escaped all maladies, and was the most hardy and 
 efficient of men. But the fearful scenes around us had
 
 1C 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 made him now even more silent and reserved than ever, 
 and he rarely spoke to any one but my mother. 
 
 Our train was known on the Plains as the " Sunday 
 train ;" for, under the lead of my pious father, we would 
 not, under any circumstances, travel on Sunday. This, 
 of course, delayed us, subjected us to much inconven 
 ience, and provoked the derision of irreligious companies. 
 But my father was a determined man. He had set out 
 to live as a Christian on the Plains, and he would have 
 filled one of the ten thousand graves by the wayside 
 rather than for a moment have departed from this pur 
 pose. 
 
 On this Sunday morning prayers were not yet over 
 when a band of mounted and half-nude Indians came 
 like a whirlwind over the sandy eastern hill. They had 
 been fired upon by a neighboring carnp of reckless whites 
 and were furious. 
 
 My father laid down the Book, and, beseeching all to 
 remain behind, went out to meet the savages, and, if 
 possible, pacify them. They circled about the camp, 
 yelled, leaned from their horses, caught up sand from 
 the ground, threw it mockingly at my father, and finally 
 discharged a volley of arrows into the neighboring camp. 
 
 In a great hurry, and without his hat, my father 
 rushed back into the corral, where he met Devine, 
 already armed and at the head of the men, and going 
 to the assistance of those in trouble. 
 
 When my father, who never fired a gun in all his life 
 for he was a Quaker so far as doctrines of peace go 
 saw that two men had been shot down and others 
 slightly wounded, he looked at Devine, and said, 
 sharply : 
 
 " Let em have it, Charlie, if you must !" 
 
 There was a volley from our men instantly, but not a
 
 OVER THE PLAINS. 17 
 
 single savage unhorsed. The Indians leaned so far on the 
 other side of their horses that they were hard to hit. 
 However, in the next volley the horse of the great black 
 chief was fatally shot, and came flying right in the teeth 
 of our men. 
 
 A little way from our corral of wagons the horse sank 
 down in the sand, and the great, hairy, black, and nearly 
 naked savage lay there, with one leg fastened under his 
 dead horse, helpless. lie was unarmed, and a dozen 
 rifles pointed at his breast. 
 
 Over his shoulder he threw some hot, fierce words of 
 command to his followers, and, with a final Parthian 
 shower of arrows, they disappeared as they came. 
 
 Then the mighty savage raised his hand to his mouth, 
 and gave such a whoop of defiance as no man now can 
 give. 
 
 Devine looked at his men, and then at my father at 
 the door of the corral. No one of the men ventured to 
 kill the defiant savage, and my father did not intercede 
 to save him. "Why? He was holding a dying neighbor 
 in his arms, and trying to draw the feathered arrow from 
 his breast. And so Devine raised his gun and shot the 
 giant dead. 
 
 One of the men wound his hands in the wild man s 
 hair, and thus dragged him into camp through the white 
 sand. Then, when the sun went down, three dead men 
 Christians and savage were laid in the hollowed white 
 sand together. 
 
 Devine, the next day, as we moved on, was very, very 
 thoughtful. lie was even sad, and he remained so to 
 the end of the journey. 
 
 His was a singularly sensitive nature. The great mys 
 tery of life and death, the dead men left back there in 
 the burning sand of the desert, the black and hairy
 
 18 49, TUB GOLD-SEEKEH OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 savage with the blazing eyes that lie had shot dead while 
 he looked him in the face, eye to eye, soul to soul all 
 this made him profoundly thoughtful. 
 
 As we neared the Sierras the roads divided. Some 
 men sought the mines and mountains ; others, of a more 
 pastoral turn, desired the valleys and gentler pursuits. 
 And so, at the base of this mighty wall, as if it were 
 God s citadel guarding all Paradise, the last camp-fire 
 was kindled. 
 
 We, the few survivors of the " Sunday train," were 
 about to separate forever here in the sage-brush and 
 burning sands of Nevada ! 
 
 " You will go back to Mary soon as possible, 
 Charlie ?" said my father, as he held his hand. 
 
 " In one year, squire and marm, I ll see Mary. Of 
 course, 1 thought it would only be one year from the 
 time we started ; bat, you see, it s been a seven months 
 pull, and here we are all tuckered out and poor as rats, 
 and not a cent ; and so But one year, squire, in one 
 year I ll strike it and get back to Mary leanin by the 
 mantel, an an the little baby crowin in the cradle. 
 Say, squire, you write her write her a letter, school 
 master, for me, and say one year more and I ll see baby. 
 Good-by good-by !"
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 TWO TEAKS. 
 
 True valor knows not valor s name ; 
 
 True valor knows not of defeat ; 
 
 No thing in nature knows retreat, 
 But, cloud or sun, keeps on the same. 
 
 IF tins and succeeding chapters of the biography of 
 Charles Devine are not as realistic and photographic as 
 are the opening, it is because 1 was no longer at his side, 
 and had to depend largely on others for fact and incident 
 concerning him and his. Yet his is not a phenomenal 
 history at all. Were this so, I certainly should not 
 trouble either myself or my readers with his story ; but 
 1 give it as a type of one of ten thousand. 
 
 JVIy father, who settled far away to the north, and 
 never saw Devine accain, wrote the letter as desired. 
 
 O 
 
 And it meant a great deal, this writing letters at that 
 time. 
 
 As for Devine, he could not write at all a not un 
 common thing forty years ago. Boldly he pushed right 
 into the heart of the Sierras near Downieville, and went 
 to work at once with a zeal that bordered on desperation. 
 He could scarcely take time to sleep. With the first 
 splendor of the sun bursting over the mighty wall of 
 snow about him, he was forth to his work. 
 
 lie made few friends. He had little to say to any 
 one. His thoughts were all on his wife. He could see 
 Mary standing there weeping by the mantelpiece ; he
 
 20 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OP THE SIERRAS. 
 
 wanted to be back at her side to comfort her. He could 
 hear that little boy crowing in his cradle. He wanted 
 to go back and pour his bag of gold at the baby s feet, 
 and then catch him up and toss him in his arms till he 
 touched the rafters. 
 
 But the long, long journey across the boundless desert, 
 the weary, weary tramp, tramp, tramp for more than 
 half a year, had left the man weak as a child. 
 
 And then the gold was not as abundant as men had 
 imagined. Besides, it cost much to live, and the win 
 ter was terribly severe. The water was all locked up 
 in ice for long, unbroken months, and this man, so far 
 from growing rich in the mines of California, was, in 
 reality, becoming destitute was hungry, starving. 
 
 He saw the seventeenth day of March come and go, 
 while he sat by his cabin fire, snowbound and hungry, 
 half clad and almost ill, in a mountain gorge of Cali 
 fornia. 
 
 The year was up, yet he was thousands of miles away, 
 and not an ounce of gold in his empty palm. Soon, 
 however, the warm winds came up from the southern 
 valleys, and again the earth was appealed to for the 
 golden secrets of her bosom. 
 
 A mine was opened in the canon, and at the end of 
 two months of prodigious toil, lifting up boulders that 
 required the strength of a giant, building up walls that 
 required the skill of an architect to make secure, toiling, 
 sweating, starving, the man at last reached the bed-rock 
 and began to find a few grains of gold-dust. 
 
 But oh, so few ! It was enough to make his great 
 heart fail him utterly, this niggardly recompense for ah 1 
 his toil. 
 
 But he kept on. What else could he do ? There 
 could be no turning back. In that early day it took
 
 TWO YEARS. 21 
 
 money as well as time to make a journey. He had not 
 thought of all this. It had seemed to him that he could 
 return to Mary at any time. 
 
 But now he knew too well how many thousands whose 
 hearts had failed them were trying to beg their way back 
 to the States. He could not make one of this melan 
 choly band. 
 
 The flowers came out on the hillside, finally, and birds 
 sang in the trees about his cabin. Things began to look 
 more cheerful. He made up his mind one sultry Sunday 
 afternoon that on the next Sunday he would go down to 
 Downieville and get some one to write a letter to Mary, 
 telling her that he had concluded to make a two-year 
 task of it instead of one. 
 
 The mine in the canon was deep, and promised well. 
 Men who passed that way said it was only a question of 
 time when he should strike it rich and get heaps and 
 heaps of gold. As yet he had not one dollar in his 
 purse. He was even ragged, almost naked. His food 
 was still of the most frugal kind. 
 
 He laid great plans for the coming summer, how 
 ever. He would get some flaming red flannel shirts, a 
 great broad hat, top boots, and a broad belt soon. He 
 would employ some strong man to help to wrestle with 
 the great boulders in the bed of the canon just as soon as 
 he struck " pay dirt," and then he would get out all his 
 gold before the return of snow and ice. 
 
 These were his dreams and hopes on that sultry Sun 
 day afternoon. 
 
 Suddenly the sky grew dark. The birds about him 
 ceased to sing. A little brown chipmunk, which he had 
 trained to take crumbs from his hand, came scrambling 
 up from the water side in the canon and clambered to 
 his shoulder.
 
 22 40, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 Above him, to the east, the mighty pillars of snow 
 stood out above the dark, rolling clouds, as if they were 
 not of the earth. Then there was a great sigh of the 
 wind ; then silence darkness. An awful sigh of the 
 wind through the canon again, and then a drenching rain 
 burst upon the world ! 
 
 The mine was as level as his cabin-floor the next morn 
 ing. The squirrels were in the trees as before, the birds 
 were even more musical than ever. But this man s 
 shoulders were bowed as with a load that was more than 
 he could bear. 
 
 Only yesterday Mary was not so far away after all a 
 matter of but two or three thousand miles. !Now she 
 was millions of miles away. 
 
 The white and eternal wall of snow to the east lifted 
 like an inaccessible barrier, cold and forever impassable, 
 between them. 
 
 He did not taste food that day. lie did not taste food 
 for nearly a week. His pick and shovel were buried 
 twenty feet in the bed of the canon, and his pocket and 
 purse were empty. He did not taste food, because 
 there was no food or money, or means of getting either, 
 within his reach. 
 
 Some miners passing up the canon by his cabin coin- 
 eluded to look in, for the place seemed deserted. A 
 squirrel was shelling a pine-burr at the door-sill. 
 
 There on his bed of pine boughs in the corner lay 
 Devine, ill, almost dead ! Fever ? Malaria ? Hunger ? 
 Heart-starvation ? 
 
 No matter. The man was sick dying, it seemed. 
 
 It was midwinter before he was able to go back to his 
 own cabin from Downieville, where the kindly miners 
 had taken him to be cared for. 
 
 And what was there at that cabin to return to ? The
 
 TWO YEARS. 23 
 
 man was loaded down, too, with a debt of obligation and 
 honor that was heavy indeed. The second seventeenth 
 day of March found this hardy and once-hopeful miner 
 more despondent than did the first. 
 
 As the spring came on, having contrived, by working 
 for others, to pay up his debts, he resolved, in despair, 
 to leave this canon, and seek a more congenial spot in or 
 near a newer camp not far away, known as Sierra. 
 
 This illness and the obligations it had placed him 
 under had proved doubly unfortunate. It had thrown 
 him among generous but reckless men. lie felt that he 
 w r as bound to be social, and sociability in those days 
 meant but one thing. And so, as he was now going 
 away to a neighboring camp to try his fortunes there, 
 what could he do, lie thought, but take a farewell drink 
 with those who had been so generous and true ? Ah, that 
 multitude which no man can number who have yielded 
 to the same plausible tempter ! 
 
 And so it was that all drank together again and again, 
 and told their secrets to each other, and talked of rich 
 mines, of returning home loaded down with gold, till 
 they forgot the hunger, the cold, the rags, and the 
 wretchedness of the mines. 
 
 For the first time in years Devine was really sociable, 
 merry, glad. 
 
 Surely now, in this new camp, he would strike it soon, 
 and then go back, loaded with wealth, and stand, a 
 strange, bearded man, at Mary s side. 
 
 That night, in all confidence that it would be written 
 and forwarded, he dictated a warm, hopeful, and even 
 glowing letter to his wife and child. 
 
 "With the morning s sun, a roll of blankets on his 
 back, a pick and shovel on his shoulder, and with 
 bearded face lifted hopefully to the snow-peaks of the
 
 24 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 Sierras, Charles Devine set out to seek his fortune a little 
 further on. 
 
 A little further on ! What old Calif ornian has not 
 heard that expression heard it, felt it, lived it, till it 
 became a part of his being ?
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 IN SIERRA. 
 
 My brave world-builders of the West ! 
 
 Why, who hath known ye ? Who doth know 
 
 But I, who on thy peaks of snow 
 Brake bread the first ? Who loved ye best, 
 
 Who holds ye still of more stern worth 
 
 Than all proud people of the earth ? 
 
 Yea ! I, the rhymer of wild rhymes, 
 
 Indifferent of blame or praise, 
 
 Still sing of ye, as one who plays 
 The same old air in all strange climes 
 
 The same wild, piercing highland air, 
 
 Because because his heart is there. 
 
 LET us pass by these first few years in Sierra. They 
 are so sad, so like the two years in the desolate canon, 
 that it would be a dreary and painful repetition to dwell 
 upon them. I only want it clearly understood that this 
 man whose biography 1 have undertaken to write did his 
 best. 
 
 This camp of Sierra was now an old battlefield of giants. 
 Mighty men came here, laid hand on the mountains, 
 and tore them down. They led rivers over the hilltops, 
 and uprooted whole forests with their hydraulics and 
 mining engines. They fought nature face to face these 
 giants, these horny-handed, tall, and terrible men of 49. 
 
 A few survived. A few gathered up gold from the 
 placers where it had been washed down the mountains, 
 and turned their backs forever on the mines old men,
 
 2G 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 made old in a single decade, gray and broken from toil 
 and care. 
 
 A few, only a few, of those giants went back home. 
 The others ? Up on a hillside, where a new forest is 
 springing up, and where the rabbits dance all the 
 twilight, and the quail pipes all day, they have laid 
 down to rest forever and forever. The boy with his 
 shotgun avoids this little inclosure on the hillside, and 
 steps high and hurriedly, and looks the other way, and 
 perhaps whistles as he passes. 
 
 With two exceptions, the old forty-niners all save 
 the few that returned home have gone up there on the 
 hillside. High up in the sunlight, nearer the gates of 
 God, and away from the noise and rush and roar of the 
 mine, they sleep the eternal sleep. 
 
 These two exceptions were old " 49" and his friend, 
 Colonel Billy. And then there are two old graves that 
 are not up on the hillside. But they are down on a spur 
 of hill that breaks from the steep arid stupendous moun 
 tain, and lifts its rocky back between the cabin of old 
 " 49" and the little town at the mouth of the mighty 
 canon. 
 
 A great dead oak lifts its leafless branches above these 
 two graves ; the bark is dropping a^vay and falling on 
 the unnamed sleepers, and the long gray moss swings 
 above them mournfully in the wind. This old tree died 
 many, many years ago, when these two men died at its 
 roots and were buried there. It ought to fall. It ought 
 to have fallen long since. But no ; it lifts its long, bare 
 arms on high, in mute and naked pity, lone and bald and 
 white with age. But more of these two graves further 
 on. 
 
 Nobody in Sierra knew " 49 s " real name when hs 
 came, and so, as he was one of the heroes of 49, they
 
 IN SIERUA. 27 
 
 simply called him " 49," as many others who had come 
 thus early were called in other camps. 
 
 And whence he came no one knew or cared to know. 
 Once or twice, when he first began to have his periodical 
 sprees and was yet counted a bit respectable, he had, in 
 a gush of confidence and tears peculiar to warm-hearted 
 men when first intoxicated, told to a group of fellow- 
 carousers a. pitiful story about a lone loving wife and a 
 beautiful boy-baby in a cradle, waiting for him far away. 
 But as there were so many who had wives and babies 
 waiting for them far away, there seemed nothing re 
 markable in this ; and, finding little sympathy, he locked 
 up his heart and kept his secrets to himself thereafter. 
 
 But about this time, and before he had made any very 
 fast friendship except with old Colonel Billy, then the 
 lawyer of the camp, the event happened which put 
 " 49" quite outside of all sympathy or association with 
 his fellows. 
 
 Being a man of observation and thought, he had 
 settled upon a theory as to the source of the rich 
 deposits of gold which had made the camp famous, and 
 had acted accordingly. It was his theory that a vein of 
 gold-bearing quartz had crossed this canon, or, more 
 properly speaking, he had discovered that the little 
 stream flowing down and forming the caiion had crossed 
 a vein of gold-bearing quartz, and out of this quartz 
 washed down the deposits of ragged and quartz-loaded 
 nuggets that lay at its bed about the mouth of the canon. 
 
 This was long before quartz-mining had been thought 
 of. 
 
 Convinced of the correctness of his theory, he located 
 his cabin a good distance up the canon, and, having dis 
 covered a lead of white quartz running along the rugged, 
 pine-covered back of one of the mighty spurs of the
 
 28 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 Sierras, shooting down into the cafion, lie began, alone 
 and single-handed, with but little money, to drive a 
 tunnel into this rocky spur, and try to pierce that ledge 
 of quartz on the water-level. 
 
 The magnitude of this enterprise oppressed his mind 
 and made him thoughtful. And then, being by nature 
 a head and shoulders taller, mentally, than those about 
 him, he soon found himself in some sort isolated from 
 his fellows. 
 
 Besides that, there was something about this tunnel 
 that the camp did not understand. They had never 
 heard of such a thing at the time. What did the man 
 mean ? Did he have secrets of hidden treasure un re 
 vealed to them ? Men are distrustful of that which they 
 do not understand. 
 
 But he kept on persistently, patiently, at his work. 
 Then it began to be rumored that he was rich. And, 
 indeed, why did he bore away forever into the earth if 
 he was not making it pay ? 
 
 Idlers of the camp began to speculate as to the prob 
 able amount of gold he had hidden away in that old 
 cabin, that smoked and smoked perpetually alongside the 
 trail under the pines on the rugged hillside, just above 
 the muddy little stream. 
 
 Soon two well-dressed and rather respectable-looking 
 strangers rode into camp, and began to make friends with 
 the saloon-keepers and their patrons. They asked many 
 questions about the hermit of the tunnel, and, along with 
 the rest of the men, speculated largely as to the probable 
 amount he had saved up from his work. It was com 
 puted to be an enormous sum. 
 
 Now it was that the sad event happened which made 
 his isolation complete. 
 
 One night he was startled by finding two men climb-
 
 IN" SIERRA. 29 
 
 ing down his chimney. He caught up his gun, which 
 lie kept all the time loaded with buckshot. Then, rush 
 ing out as the two men attempted to climb from the low, 
 broad chimney by which they had entered, he fired as 
 they tumbled from out the crater-like top, and filled 
 them both with buckshot. 
 
 The next morning, as some miners came up the canon 
 from town to work their sluices, there, under a broad 
 green oak by the side of the trail, and just on the sum 
 mit of the ridge that rose between the window of old 
 " 49V cabin and the town, they found the two men, 
 dead. 
 
 They had tried to creep back to camp. But they had 
 only strength to drag themselves to the top of this rocky 
 little ridge ; and there, under the oak, the one resting 
 his back against it, and the other resting his head in the 
 lap of his companion, the two men were dead. 
 
 On what slender things hinge the greatest conse 
 quences ! 
 
 "He was a-holdin of his head, as if to try to help 
 him like ; and both stone-dead." 
 
 This was what Colonel Billy said, in a sort of husky 
 whisper, to " 49, "when he told him that morning in his 
 tunnel ; for the hermit had not troubled himself further 
 than to fire the fatal shots, and then to go back into his 
 cabin and barricade his door, and wait the possible 
 second attack. But hearing nothing further, he sup 
 posed the robbers, whoever they might have been, had 
 decided that they had had enough. And not knowing 
 that he had killed any one, possibly not really caring 
 very keenly in this case, he had gone back to his tunnel 
 to work as if nothing unusual had happened. 
 
 If the one had not crawled into the arms of the other ; 
 if they had not tried to go back to town ; if they had
 
 30 49, THE GOLD-SEEKEli OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 not died there by the side of the trail, under the great 
 oak, on the top of the little ridge, and on the one pleas 
 ant spot in all the canon, the camp might not have cared. 
 
 But " he was a-holdin of his head, as if to help him 
 like, and both stone-dead." And so the camp pitied 
 these men. And as the camp pitied these men, it hated 
 " 49." The camp said the men did not mean to rob 
 him. The camp said they were jolly good fellows, who 
 only wanted to frighten the hermit ; and so it held him 
 responsible for their deaths. 
 
 They dug two graves there, side by side, under the 
 oak, in the rotten white quartz rock, and laid the two 
 men in them, just as they had died. 
 
 Nobody knew their names, and so no names were 
 carved on the tree. But it died all the same. Perhaps 
 they cut some of its roots in digging the two graves in 
 the bed of quartz. 
 
 The trail took a little turn after that at this point, and 
 kept closer to the stream. "We don t like to see a grave 
 in our road. And yet we know quite well that every 
 one of our roads will end in a grave. 
 
 The trail took a little turn at " 49V cabin, too. 
 Men did not want to meet a murderer face to face every 
 day. And so the trail took a " cut off at the ridge on 
 which the cabin stood, a little further back from the 
 stream. 
 
 ~No one made any open complaint whatever against 
 this isolated man. But he was let alone. And he felt 
 this fearfully. As men left him alone, he left men 
 alone. The gulf between him and the world, you may 
 be sure, did not grow narrower as years swept on. 
 
 The ridge that lifted between him and the town was 
 like a mighty stone wall, that never could be scaled by 
 him. But, worst of all, right on the summit of this lay
 
 IN SIERRA. 31 
 
 those two nameless graves. The white quartz that had 
 been thrown out in digging them, and that was heaped 
 high over the dead, did not settle and sink down out of 
 sight. It did not turn gray or brown or crumble to dust 
 under the marching feet of Time. It did not hide down 
 behind grasses or w r eeds or bushes. But bald and white 
 and ghastly it gleamed, in moon or sun, rising there in 
 eternal testimony against him. 
 
 This cabin of his had but one window in its one dark 
 and desolate room. That window had been made to look 
 out down the canon, over the ridge and town, toward 
 the pleasant valley far away. This was the one lookout. 
 But up before this started the two graves, like ghosts that 
 never would go away. 
 
 Yet the man kept on patiently at his work. Now and 
 then he had protracted spells of drunkenness. Perhaps 
 he was trying to forget the two graves that glared in at 
 him through the window. Or was it the tall and beauti 
 ful woman, leaning by the mantelpiece, and waiting and 
 waiting far away, that he was trying so hard to forget ? 
 
 He rarely went to town except on these unhappy oc 
 casions. The butcher brought him his meat when he 
 ordered it, and the grocer brought him his bread when 
 he had money to pay for it. 
 
 By this time he was computed to be enormously 
 wealthy. In fact, the camp had grown so envious of his 
 good fortune, and so eager to get at the secret of his 
 wealth, that two enterprising rascals, Gar Dosson and 
 Phin Emeus, had secretly started a tunnel from the other 
 side of the steep, rocky ridge. They were perfectly 
 certain he had found an enormous deposit of gold. 
 "Would a man work away there alone five, ten, fifteen, 
 twenty years for nothing ? 
 
 About this time a little girl a starved, pinched, piti-
 
 32 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 ful child wasfonnd roaming about camp with an Indian 
 woman, who claimed her as her daughter ; though she did 
 not look at all like an Indian. This child would sing or 
 dance, or do almost anything to amuse the miners and 
 earn bread and money for her mother. 
 
 They went from cabin to cabin. They came to the 
 cabin of old " 49," and, without suspecting that they 
 were doing anything unusual, entered, as he sat there 
 looking out of the window at the two white spots on the 
 ridge. 
 
 The desolate man started to his feet. No one save 
 himself and Colonel Billy had crossed that threshold for 
 nearly a quarter of a century. At first he was angry 
 very angry. And then he was glad very glad. His 
 heart went out to this little girl. He was so glad they 
 had not heard about the dead men. He had grown 
 morbid during all these years. He feared some one 
 might tell the child, and make her shun him. And so 
 he treated her with all the tenderness of a father. 
 
 By and by she disappeared. This nearly broke his 
 heart. They had been such friends. At last he found 
 that she, with her mother, had been taken to the Indian 
 Reservation to the Reservation to die ! For the first 
 time in more than twenty years this singular man fas 
 tened up his cabin and went away. He bought a horse 
 in the valley, and rode night and day till he reached the 
 Reservation. 
 
 The mother was already dead if mother she was and 
 the child dying. He took the little skeleton in his arms, 
 hid her under his blanket, skulked through the post to 
 \vhere his horse stood tethered, and, mounting, bore the 
 dying creature back to life and health in the mountains. 
 
 Soon a smoke was seen curling up from " 49V cabin 
 in its old tired fashion, and the miners laiew he had
 
 IN SIERRA. 33 
 
 come back. It was a matter of indifference to all, of 
 course. Men spoke of the fact only as folks speak of 
 the weather. 
 
 " 49" had said to Colonel Billy one evening as this 
 child stood between his knees : 
 
 " Why, Billy, she is twenty carats ! Yes, she is 
 twenty carats fine, Billy !" 
 
 But old Colonel Billy, who had less sentiment than 
 whiskey in him, only called her " Carrots" in answer to 
 the eulogy of his friend ; and so Carrots she was called 
 by the camp after that. But "49," with loving adroit 
 ness, succeeded sometimes in twisting this name into 
 "Carrie." 
 
 By this time there had come into camp a certain, or, 
 rather, uncertain, old woman with her daughter ; and, 
 later, they were employed at the saloon of Gar Dosson, 
 to decoy miners to the gaming-tables and the bar. 
 
 And yet it was whispered that the girl was not the 
 daughter of " Old Mississip," as the woman was called, 
 but that she was one of the survivors of the Mountain 
 Meadow Massacre, whom the old woman for a trifling 
 present had purchased from the Indians. 
 
 Socrates, perhaps the wisest of the wise fools of old, 
 said that the only wholly happy being is the convalescent. 
 In this truth I find an explanation for the unaccountable 
 calm and tranquil tenderness that now took possession of 
 Carrie. After the terrible scenes just passed, one would 
 say that she should have wept herself away and died of 
 grief. On the contrary, she never spoke of the past, or 
 seemed to think of it at all. Day after day she grew 
 stronger, and day by day took longer walks up the steep 
 hillsides to gather wild flowers for " 49," and such 
 fruits and roots as the ground and bushes bear in that 
 altitude.
 
 34 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIEItEAS. 
 
 One evening, as " 49" came home from his tunnel, 
 where he now worked incessantly from dawn till dusk, 
 lie saw a man stooping and stealing away, in the twi 
 light, from the low window of the cabin. Who was this 
 man ? And what did he want ? Was it the gold which 
 lie was supposed to possess, or the girl ? 
 
 There was a battered old bulldog, with three legs, a 
 hare-lip, and no ears or tail to speak of, down on 
 Batcher s Flat. 
 
 This dog was old, and seemed almost useless now. 
 But he had been terrible in his day. At night he had 
 been used for years as the one and only watch at the ex 
 press-office, where he slept, or pretended to sleep, with 
 only one eye shut, on a heap of gold dust as big as a 
 Mexican s wash-bowl. By day this enormous brute had 
 been used by the butchers to catch and throw Mexican 
 cattle. 
 
 But now that the glory had departed from the camp, 
 and the gold and the butchers with it, the old and ugly 
 bulldog became a sort of pensioner, limping like a neglect 
 ed soldier from door to door, eating the bread of charity. 
 
 " 49" went down and got the bulldog and brought 
 him into his cabin. A great leather collar was buckled 
 about his neck, and a heavy log-chain bound him to the 
 bedpost. 
 
 The old dog liked this. He knew that this prepara 
 tion meant war ; and he was fond of battle. 
 
 He became as savage as a hunted grizzly. Let even a 
 rat cross the roof, or rasp the boots or tin cans around 
 that cabin, and the old warrior would be in arms in a 
 moment. If a stranger neared the place, he would roar 
 like a Numidian lion. Yet to the two inmates of this 
 dark, low, and ever-stooping cabin, he was tenderness 
 personified.
 
 1ST SIERRA. 35 
 
 Tho man and the young girl were drawn closer to 
 gether now than ever before. In the tranquil twilight, 
 after his hard day s work in the tunnel, he often hinted 
 at vague bits of his own life ; of a wife left behind, of a 
 little baby-boy in the cradle. Ah, yes ! he would see 
 that baby sometimes, " when he struck it in the tun 
 nel," the old man would say, with a sigh, at the end of 
 his story, as lie knocked the ashes out of his pipe. 
 
 He seemed to think he would still find that baby in its 
 cradle. Years and years had passed, but still it was only 
 a baby to him. And why had he not returned ? "Why 
 had nearly a hundred thousand men in those mountains 
 never returned ? 
 
 He told her of a promise made his wife at marriage. 
 It was that each should on Christmas Eve sing a certain 
 song, and so think of the other. No matter where they 
 were or what transpired, they would each, at the 
 moment of midnight, begin this song. 
 
 This explained to the girl why the old man had at the 
 very first taught and made her sing a certain old song on 
 Christmas Eve. And now she, too, became confidential, 
 and began to tell a story of the desert, of murder, and 
 scenes too terrible to dwell upon. But when the old 
 man looked at her sceptically, and shook his head, she 
 stopped and said, " Perhaps, after all, it was only a 
 dream," and never mentioned it again. 
 
 And so the first few months after the return from the 
 Reservation were very tranquil calmer, higher, holier 
 than any of the former days. 
 
 But this did not last. The man must go to town to 
 get his pick sharpened and his drills hardened. The re 
 sult is easily guessed. He fell into his old ways. Soon 
 Carrie was seen once more among the rough men late at 
 night, helping, coaxing, comforting the tottering old
 
 36 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 man, and trying to get him back to the cabin. Then the 
 hard and heartless ones began again to banter and bully 
 her ; and as of old, when but a child, she answered back, 
 and often gave as much as she received. She, too, was 
 fast falling back to something harder than her hard life 
 before. 
 
 Dosson and Emens watched every word and action of 
 " 49." They were still certain that he was a miser, 
 with hundreds of ounces of hoarded gold, and they drove 
 their tunnel on their side of the ridge straight for the 
 centre with all the force and energy that their strong 
 arms could command. Soon " -49" came to know of 
 this. lie was almost wild with rage. Then he wept 
 like a child. 
 
 11 Only to think ! After nearly twenty- five years !" he 
 said to Carrie. Then he went on a protracted spree, 
 from which the girl reclaimed him only after a long and 
 patient effort. 
 
 Dosson and Emens were now men of importance in 
 the camp. They had opened a grocery and gambling- 
 saloon. This soon was the headquarters of the camp, 
 and all the miners gathered together and gambled here. 
 
 And " 49" came here also. Yet between himself 
 and Dosson and Emens there was at best only an armed 
 neutrality. Old Colonel Billy, the bosom-friend of 
 " 49" in all his unhappy carousals, was accustomed to 
 shake his head and say, solemnly, that some one would 
 " die with his boots on" yet, and that it would not bo 
 "49." 
 
 And who was Colonel Billy ? A man who had never 
 been known to refuse a drink in his life a true Cali- 
 fornian. He was also a very old and a very rickety 
 man. He had once been a great lawyer, and had pulled 
 many of the boys through after one of their periodical
 
 I^ SIERRA. 37 
 
 rows. But Colonel Billy had come in the spring of 50, 
 and so stood only as a sort of lieutenant to this old 
 veteran general who had come in the fall of 49. 
 
 But perhaps these are distinctions that only Cali- 
 fornians can understand. 
 
 How these two old men loved each other ! Was it 
 because they had nothing else to love ? Was it because 
 the world had gone on by the other way and left them 
 standing here alone like two storm-blown pines on a 
 windy hill, that they leaned toward each other ? 1 do 
 not know ; but I like to see the love of old men. Like 
 to see it ? I revere it. It is the tenderness and the 
 holiness of a Sabbath sunset. 
 
 Dosson and Emens, as I have said, worked in their 
 tunnel by day. By night they looked after their drink 
 ing and gambling den. They did everything to make it 
 popular for "the boys," and they got monstrous old 
 " Mississip" to deal faro for them. 
 
 This old woman s daughter was almost as coarse and 
 heartless as her wretched old mother. " And that is put 
 ting it pretty hard on Belle l Sip, " said Colonel Billy. 
 
 Sometimes they had dancing in this " Deadfall." 
 Women were scarce ; and, indeed, it was impossible to 
 get decent women to enter here. And so it was that 
 Carrie was persuaded, almost pressed, into service. She 
 danced well, and to the miners no evening seemed com 
 plete without her. 
 
 Gradually but certainly this little creature was sinking 
 down into the mud and the slime from which u 49" had 
 rescued her, and no hand reached out to- hold her back. 
 Now and then Dosson gave her a piece of money. He 
 did not know that this went to buy bread for the old 
 man, every cent of it, while she had not clothes to keep 
 her from shame ; but so it was.
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 A FRAGMENT. 
 
 How stranger the half-bidden story ! 
 How fairer the far stars of heaven 
 When seen through the clouds, tempest-driven, 
 
 With storms streaming over their glory ! 
 
 THE events that follow were sudden and rapid in their 
 changes. This makes them necessarily fragmentary, for 
 1 was not a witness of all. And so it is that I prefer to 
 leave some things to the imagination of the reader rather 
 than to draw upon my own. 
 
 It is a matter of record that one of the old French 
 families of St. Louis Creoles- was in that unfortunate 
 train of emigrants who were set upon and slaughtered by 
 the Danites, or Mormons and Indians, in what is known 
 to the world as the Mountain Meadow Massacre. 
 
 At that time this family owned a piece of land on the 
 outskirts of St. Louis. It was almost worthless then ; 
 but in years it came to be of prodigious value, and eager 
 search was made for the heirs. 
 
 The story ran, that out of the many children who 
 escaped massacre, the dark, low-browed Belle "Sip," of 
 Sierra, could be named as the heir. 
 
 Of course, this was only a vague rumor. But it was 
 enough to inspire Gar Dosson who had even made 
 advances toward poor, ragged Carrie with a singular 
 regard for the dark, Creole-looking girl, and he paid 
 eager court to her accordingly. Yet at the same time he
 
 A FRAGMENT. 39 
 
 loved if lie was capable of love the wild and wily 
 little girl of the woods far better than he did the low 
 browed and sullen Belle. And Belle knew it, too for 
 women have a singularly direct way of going to the truth 
 of such things and so she hated and abused the little 
 child- woman bitterly. 
 
 Meantime, in St. Louis, Judge Snowe, an old and able 
 lawyer, was at work. He had suddenly become informed 
 of the presence of this girl Belle, in Sierra, and was now 
 about to send, with all speed possible, a young and en 
 terprising confidential friend to find her out and inform 
 her of her possible fortune and position in the world. 
 
 The young man, the confidential friend, Charles 
 Devine, was the son of a widow (a California widow, so 
 called ; for her husband had gone to California, and had 
 never been heard from afterward), and a bright young 
 man, too, in some things. Yet, perhaps, he had in most 
 tiling^ more heart than head. His mother, a pious 
 gentlewoman, had a nameless terror of California ; for 
 had her husband not perished there ? Hence she could 
 not think of letting her son go on this expedition. But 
 go he must, and so he had decided to leave without her 
 knowledge of his destination. 
 
 On the evening fixed by the good-hearted though 
 gruff old lawyer for his secretary s departure, a gayly- 
 dressed young man entered the widow s humble home 
 and asked to see her. 
 
 The door had been opened by a white-headed old 
 negro, who lingered about and lifted his nose high in the 
 air whenever he came near the young man, as if he 
 sniffed some unusual odor. 
 
 Tin s modern youth of fashion was the fast friend of 
 Charles Devine, whom he supposed had just set out 
 on his hurried visit to the heart of the Sierras. And
 
 40 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 fast friend he was, too, in more senses than one. For 
 the high boot-heels of Thomas Gully were often none too 
 certain in their tread. He was now engaged in rolling a 
 cigar between his thumb and finger, and fumbling in his 
 pocket for a match. The old negro lolled about, wagged 
 his woolly head, and put up his hands in silent protest. 
 
 " Where s your missus, Sam ?" asked the visitor. 
 
 " Gone to prayer-rneetin , sah." 
 
 " Gone to prayer-meeting, eh ? Well, reckon I ll 
 wait till she gets back. Here s a half dollar. Bring me 
 a match. 
 
 The negro twisted, and hobbled about, and finally said, 
 with hesitation : 
 
 " Gemmen don t smoke in a lady s parlor, sah." 
 
 The man merely smiled as he handed the servant his 
 shining hat, after finding a match in his vest pocket 
 and lighting it. Money had been appropriated at the 
 Bank. He had come to accuse his fellow-clerk, the 
 widow s son, and save himself, now that Devine was gone. 
 
 He puffed his cigar almost to a blaze, threw himself 
 into a chair, and flung his legs almost as high as his 
 head, laying them across the corner of the table and on 
 the old family Bible. 
 
 The negro snatched the book away, almost upsetting 
 the visitor in doinsr so. 
 
 o 
 
 " Want to make it more comfortable for your legs ; 
 thought de Bible might hurt your legs," observed the 
 old negro, as he dodged a hymn-book and limped out of 
 the room. As Gully sat arranging his faultless attire, 
 Mr. Snowe, with Sam at his heels, entered the parlor. 
 The old lawyer laid down his bag, and kept on talking 
 to the negro. 
 
 "Not here, Sam ? Why, he promised to meet me 
 here ; promised to be at home here, waiting for me."
 
 A FRAGMEXT. 41 
 
 " That old fox liere ?" muttered Gully, over his 
 shoulder. " I feel like jumping through the window." 
 
 Again the old negro began to limp and stutter. 
 
 " I m very sorry, Massa Snowe. But he is not here. 
 P r aps dat gemmen," pointing to Gully, " know whar 
 he is, Massa Snowe. lie goes with im a good bit. Lor , 
 I wish ho war a gemmen," and he limped away. 
 
 "Ah, good-evening, Judge Snowe, good-evening. 
 So delighted to see you," said the man of faultless ap 
 parel. " Yes, Charley has gone gone suddenly to 
 California. lie could not bear to say good-by to his 
 mother, so he sent me, you know, to say good-by for 
 him." 
 
 The old lawyer picked up his bag and came toward his 
 informant, gruff and crabbed. "But he has not gone. 
 Only to-day he promised to meet me here, and he will 
 be here." 
 
 " He will not be here. I saw him to the depot my 
 self." As Gully spoke, Charley Devine, singing 
 snatches of songs, entered the parlor. 
 
 " You back ?" cried Gully. 
 
 "Back again, like a bad penny," laughed Devine. 
 " You see, Gully you see, I was waiting there at the 
 depot hie such a crowd ! Well, while 1 was waiting 
 there, I saw the game going on. All down ! Down 
 your bets ! Monte ! Faro ! Roulette ! Forty to one 
 on the eagle-bird. Forty to one on the eagle-bird at 
 roulette !" 
 
 At this Gully began to be interested. Devine did not 
 as yet perceive Mr. Snowe. 
 
 " Well, well 2" cried Gully, eagerly. 
 
 " Foity to one on the eagle-bird, just think of it ! 
 Forty times five hundred twenty thousand dollars and 
 you in with me, you know."
 
 42 49, THE OOLD-SEEKEH OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 " Why, ho has won twenty thousand dollars," thought 
 Gully. " A fool for luck ! By the holy poker, that 
 will just make up the loss of the bank. We were both 
 in together, you know, Charley," he eagerly added, 
 aloud. 
 
 " Yes, both in together, you know. Well, I just took 
 my five hundred dollars in my fist and I marched straight 
 up to that table, and 1 planked her down on the eagle- 
 bird every cent and cried, Roll, roll ! Turn, turn, 
 turn ! Five hundred dollars on the eagle-bird ! Twenty 
 thousand dollars or nothing ! Turn, turn, turn ! 
 
 "Well, well?" 
 
 " Five hundred dollars on the eagle-bird ! Twenty 
 thousand dollars or nothing ! Turn, turn, turn !" 
 
 " Well, well?" 
 
 " And he turned, you know, and 
 
 " And, and ?" 
 
 " And the eagle-bird lost !" 
 
 " Oh, the fool !" growled Gully. " Oh, the reckless, 
 drunken gambler I" 
 
 The old lawyer, now approaching Charley and putting 
 his hand on his shoulder in a kind, fatherly fashion, 
 said : 
 
 " Charley, Charley, you are drinking again. You 
 will break your old mother s heart !" The old lawyer 
 with all his roughness had a tender heart, and again and 
 again had forgiven and restored Charley when he had 
 " fallen a victim to his only failing." " I will save him 
 yet, there is good stuff in him. " 
 
 " My mother !" exclaimed Devine, in a startled tone. 
 " Don t say a word to her ! I I I will reform now." 
 
 " Well, well, Charley," said Snowe, taking the young 
 man s hand, " you have promised me that before and I 
 have trusted you. 1 trust you again. Maybe I am a fool
 
 A FRAGMENT. 43 
 
 for doing so. Prove that I am not. I must trust you 
 now. About this business of mine. Come, be sober ; 
 be a man. You promised to start on this business this 
 very night. You are the only man that understands the 
 case. You are the only man I can trust. Can you go ? 
 Are you lit to go ? Do you remember what you have to 
 do ?" 
 
 Charley Devine nervously passed his hand across his 
 face. 
 
 "Why, of course, I do. A girl a child of one of 
 the wealthy old Creole families a lost girl that old black 
 Sam had charge of one of the orphans of the Mountain 
 Meadow Massacre now an heiress a great estate wait 
 ing for her. And you think you have a clew you think 
 she is in the mountains near Sierra." 
 
 Tom Gully listened intently. 
 
 " An heiress a lost girl in the mountains ! An 
 heiress !" 
 
 " 1 am to go and search for her. My salary you are 
 to hand over to my mother till I return, 1 said Charley, 
 finally. 
 
 " Right, my boy !" exclaimed Snowe ; " and now you 
 must be off. Here is more money ; now do not play the 
 fool again and lose it. Sam !" 
 
 " Yes, Massa Snowe." 
 
 " You are sure you would know that child still ?" 
 
 " Sure, Massa Snowe, sure ! I would know dat chile 
 why, I would know dat chile in Jerusalem ! Why, 
 Massa Snowe, she d know dis ole black face, sure ! 
 She d come right up to dis ole cripple now." 
 
 " Ah, but you must remember it is now more than 
 twelve years since the Mormons and Indians murdered 
 her parents and took her from your arms on the plains, 
 laid t>lie was scarcely six years old at the time."
 
 44 49, THE GOLD- SEEKER OF THE S1EIIHAS. 
 
 " But I d know her, sure ! And she she d know 
 dis ole black face. Dar ain t many of my kind, Massa 
 Snowe, up in dem white mountains ; an den, oh, Massa 
 Snowe, she d know my songs ! She d fly to me like a 
 bird, she would ! 
 
 " Your songs !" exclaimed the lawyer, thoughtfully ; 
 " did you sing much to her, Sam 2" 
 
 " Allers, allers, on dem ole plains, Massa Snowe. 
 Why, she knowed my songs, every one ; she d sing a 
 vus an den I d sing a vus ; and you see, if she hear me 
 sing now, ehe d come a runnin right to me fore God 
 she would, Massa Snowe 1" 
 
 " That will do, Sam. Now, Charley, you. must be 
 off, and at once ! Mind, they are trying to impose a 
 false claimant on us, and it s hard to disprove their 
 claims. But this old negro s evidence will be conviction 
 strong as Holy Writ. Now, Sam, you can go ; and 
 remember, if this girl is found, your fortune is made." 
 
 " I don t want no fortune, Massa Snowe. 1 wants to 
 see dat chile once before I dies poor, poor baby in de 
 mountains." 
 
 The old negro, with his sleeve to his eyes, had hobbled 
 back to the door and was disappearing, when the lawyer 
 looked up from the papers he had taken from the bag 
 and spoke : 
 
 " 1 -say, Sam, do you think there are any marks by 
 which she can certainly be identified ? Listen to this, 
 Charley. Give your special attention to this." 
 
 The negro stopped and threw up his hands. Then he 
 came back and stood before the lawyer, who began to 
 write as the old cripple began to talk. 
 
 " Marks ? Marks, Massa Snowe ? Marks dat she will 
 take wid her to her coffin ! Yes ! Why, dar come de 
 Mormons, painted red, and howlin , and a-clioppin an
 
 A FRAGMENT. 45 
 
 a-shootin , an a-stabbin . Oh, Massa Snowe, it makes 
 me sorry ; it makes me sick to t ink of it. A whole 
 heap of women and babies heaped togedder in de grass 
 and dusty road, dead. And den dis little gal a-iiestliti 
 up to me, a-liidiu in ole Sam s busurn when I lay like 
 dead in de grass. And den when all was still, an de 
 Mormons came up friendly like, she crept out, an de 
 blood was a-runnin down her arm ; den dey took her off 
 and away from her ole black Sam ; an all her folks was 
 dead ; and dere was a great bloody gash, dar !" 
 
 The old negro was almost wild with excitement as he 
 told this, and pointed on his arm to the place of the 
 wound. Then he hobbled back to the door, and out, as 
 he wagged his head and said, as to himself : 
 
 " Know her ? Know dat chile ? I d know dat chile 
 in Jerusalem, I would !" 
 
 " That, Charley, is the child you are to find," ob 
 served Snowc. " A large tract of land on which a city 
 lias since been built was the property of her parents at 
 the time of the massacre, and she is the sole heiress. Of 
 course there are many pretenders to this fortune ; but 
 this 1 know is the real heiress, and I am quite certain, 
 from what I heard last week, she has drifted into the 
 mines of California, and can be found there. I have 
 gone over this pretty often, Charley, and now I m done 
 with it," said the old lawyer, as he arranged his papers, 
 scaling them with red sealing-wax. 
 
 1 see a point ! It s the biggest thing out a mine 
 of gold a regular bonanza mine to any man who has the 
 nerve to work it," said Gully to himself. 
 
 "Charley," observed the lawyer, "one word more. 
 You see, in the great Mountain Meadow Massacre, the 
 Indians, led by the Danites, killed all except the chil 
 dren. The little orphans, forty or fifty in number, were
 
 46 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 taken up by the Mormons and Indians, and in a few 
 years were almost forgotten. I have sent agents search 
 ing everywhere and questioning about every one I could 
 hear of, but hitherto 1 have been always disappointed. 
 But now 1 have a new hope, and with care it shall be 
 come a reality." lie stopped talking here, paused a 
 moment, and said : " It is a beautiful and very strange 
 superstition of the Indians, that they must not kill a 
 negro. An Indian of the Plains will not kill a negro. 
 In this case, they spared old Sam only because he was 
 black. I have the greatest possible hope ; for if the 
 child can remember anything at all, she can remember 
 old black Sarn. Charley, it shall be your task to find 
 her." 
 
 " A delightful task !" cried Charley. " I shall so 
 like to get out and up into the mountains, into the heart of 
 the Sierras. Such scenery ! Such air ! The smell of 
 the fir and tamarack ! An I shall reform there." 
 
 The old lawyer turned, took the lad s hand, and, look 
 ing him long and earnestly in the face, as he had often 
 done before this, shook his hand cordially : " And now, 
 Charley, you are to go directly to Sierra, and sit down 
 there quietly in the heart of the mountains. Get all the 
 information you can about her ; get acquainted with her 
 quietly ; get her confidence ; find out what she remem 
 bers of the old negro, and all ; and when you arc con 
 vinced that she is really the heiress, I will come with 
 black Sam to satisfy the law that we have made no mis 
 take. Come, it s just the enterprise for a man of nerve 
 and heart. And you really don t need much head for 
 this, you know," and the lawyer laughed good- 
 naturedly. " All you want is heart." And in an 
 envelope he laid the papers on the table. 
 
 " You say she s very rich ?" observed Charley.
 
 A FRAGMENT. 47 
 
 11 The richest girl, perhaps, in California. A city has 
 been built on her land ; there is no computing her 
 wealth." 
 
 Gully s eyes feasted for a moment on the papers. It 
 was a hungry stare a stare that w r as held in fascination. 
 
 " You can goat once," said the lawyer. 
 
 " The biggest thing in America ! Go! I see a fortune 
 in it a fortune, do you hear ? Go, find this girl. Find 
 her, woo her, win. her, marry her ! And don t let her 
 know she is an heiress until it s all over," suddenly 
 exclaimed Gully. 
 
 The lawyer started. " A friend of yours, Charley ?" 
 
 " His oldest and best," said Gully ; then confidentially 
 to Charley : " Woo her, win her, wed her before she 
 knows anything about her good fortune ! Charley, I 
 congratulate you ! 1 say that is the biggest thing in 
 America ! Go ! Do as I tell you ; but be sure you take 
 plenty of perfumery. Few women can reason, but all 
 women can smell. Take plenty of perfumery." 
 
 As he spoke Mrs. Devine entered. She cast a be 
 wildered sort of glance around, her eyes resting on her 
 embarrassed son as he said : 
 
 " Oh, mother ; I am so sad, yet so glad you have come 
 before I start for the Sierras." 
 
 " The Sierras ! Charley," she gasped. " I thought, I 
 thought 
 
 At this moment, Gully, who had been watching for 
 an opportunity, adroitly exchanged the contents of the 
 envelope by substituting some worthless papers which 
 were in his own pocket. 
 
 " Yes, mother I I did not want to tell you myself, 
 but now I must. I go to California to-night." 
 
 " No, no ! Not there ! Not to that place, of all 
 places in the world. Not there not there, I implore
 
 48 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 you." And the woman clung to her boy as if she 
 would hold him back from some dreadful abyss. 
 
 Gully sealed and handed Charley the package. In so 
 natural and matter-of-fact a way was this done that even 
 the shrewd old lawyer suspected nothing wrong. Gully 
 was an expert in low villainy. 
 
 " Mother, I must go," said the lad. "There is no 
 avoiding it. I must go to-night now ! Why should 
 you have such a horror of California ?" 
 
 " My son, hear me," cried the anxious mother, as she 
 drew her boy to her side. " Your father is buried 
 there." 
 
 " Mother, I will find my father s grave." 
 
 " Only time to catch dat train, Massa Charles," called 
 out the negro. 
 
 Then Charley, after one prolonged embrace, tore him 
 self from his mother s arms, and disappeared. 
 
 The gruff old lawyer was seized with a cough, and 
 used a handkerchief to his eyes, as the poor woman bowed 
 her head, weeping as if her heart would break. The 
 handsome and dashing Tom Gully, hastily thrusting the 
 package of papers deeper into the breast of his broadcloth 
 coat, took his departure, chuckling M r ickedly as he strode 
 through the dark to the depot. " Fool ! Go on your 
 fool s errand ; but you will find the bird flown, for I 
 shall be there before you, if my wits serve me rightly. 
 You are not Tom Gully s match in winning the heart of 
 a girl."
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 JUST ONE LITTLE SONG, LOVE." 
 
 Then sing the song we loved, love, 
 
 When all life seemed one song ; 
 For life is none too long, love ; 
 
 Ah, love is none too long. 
 
 And when above my grave, love, 
 Some day the grass grows strong, 
 
 Then sing the song we loved, love ; 
 Love, just that one sweet song. 
 
 So when they bid you sing, love, 
 
 And thrill the joyous throng, 
 Then sing the song we loved, love ; 
 
 Love, just that one sweet song. 
 
 THIS is the little melody which old " 49" had taught 
 Carrie to sing in concert with himself every Christmas 
 Eve. This is the song that he and his far-away wife had 
 agreed to sing together at the hour of midnight, though 
 seas and continents divided them. And he, for his part, 
 had kept hie promise for nearly a quarter of a century. 
 He could not know how she had kept hers. He only 
 knew that he was gray and old and broken now, and 
 the sad refrain took on a deeper meaning each year as he 
 drew nearer to the grave. 
 
 " For life is none too long, love ; 
 Ah, love is none too long." 
 
 And yet he still dreamed of the waiting young wife at 
 the door of his Western cabin home ; saw more clearly,
 
 50 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERKAS. 
 
 it seemed, than ever before, the little boy-baby crowing 
 and tossing its arms in the cradle ; still fondly dreamed 
 from day to day, from year to year, that he would strike 
 gold yet, and return and take them to his heart. 
 
 So the old man struggled on, hoping he would strike 
 it yet in that damp, dripping old tunnel. He could not 
 work so hard now ; and more than once these three the 
 old man, Carrie, and the great bony, slobber-mouthed 
 dog were out of bread. And when they had nothing 
 to eat, old " 49" was only too apt, by hook or crook, to 
 have something to drink. 
 
 It was this wretched poverty, as we have seen, which 
 drove Carrie to singing and dancing once more for the 
 miners. This took her to Dosson s saloon, and well- 
 nigh kept her there, where she had to put up with all 
 the insults of Old Mississip and endure the sneers and 
 insolence of the reputed heiress, her so-called daughter. 
 
 It was about this time that Charles Devine first came 
 to this camp. He had not come directly to Sierra, as 
 the old lawyer had desired. The grief of his mother at 
 their separation made such a profound impression on him 
 that he had resolved first to find his father s grave, if 
 possible ; or at least some trace of his life or death in the 
 mines of California. 
 
 By persistent search he found that he had set out for 
 this same mining camp many and many years ago, 
 had entered it, and, so far as he could learn, had never 
 left it. 
 
 On the brow of the hill looking down from the dusty 
 stage road through the dense pines he met two worn and 
 bearded miners in shirts and boots. Shirts and boots 
 and beards seemed to be about all that was visible of 
 them, while they had their blanket, picks, pans, and 
 kettles on their backs.
 
 " JUST ONE LITTLE SONG, LOVE." 51 
 
 He stopped these prospectors long enough to inquire 
 if they knew a Mr. Devine in that camp. And while 
 they stood staring at him from behind their beards, he 
 proceeded to tell how, many years before, Devine had 
 come into that camp a tall, handsome gentleman and 
 never was heard of afterward. 
 
 The two men exchanged glances. Then the elder of 
 the two took him by the sleeve, led him to the edge of 
 the road, and bending -a little to look under the hanging 
 boughs, pointed with his brown and hairy right hand 
 away down toward the mouth of the canon to two little 
 white spots by the side of a great dead oak on a little 
 rocky ridge, and said : 
 
 Stranger, thar s two strangers 1 graves. 
 
 Seeing how this had moved the young man, the 
 younger of the two thought to say something kindly ; 
 and as they hoisted their packs a little higher on their 
 backs and set their faces up the hill, he said back over 
 his shoulder, as they climbed up the steep road : 
 
 " Yes, them two came to this camp and never left it ; 
 two tall, handsome fellows, years and years ago." 
 
 " What s their names ?" 
 
 "Nobody never knowed, stranger. But everybody 
 was powerful sorry for em ; they died under that dead 
 tree ; and one was a-holdin of the other one s head, 
 as if to sort o help him, like." 
 
 That night, some drunken miners passing up the trail 
 below the two graves were certain they saw a strange 
 figure moving about on the rocky ridge ; and so they 
 stepped high and hurriedly on their way. 
 
 " 49," looking out of that low little window, also 
 beheld something that night. But he did not mention 
 the circumstance to any one. In fact, he saw the object 
 but dimly, for his eyes were old and weak now. And
 
 52 49, THE GOLD-SEEKEH OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 then the trees, at last after so many years, were grow 
 ing up between his window and these two ghastly white 
 graves that had so haunted him all these years. lie was 
 glad of this. Oh, he was so glad ! 
 
 He had always felt that, so long as two bald white 
 graves kept watch there at the mouth of the canon, he 
 could never pass out of it to the civilized world beyond. 
 These graves were as the tops of two mighty pillars of a 
 great gate that shut him up in prison forever. 
 
 But now nature had come to help and comfort him. 
 The oak was dead ; but a growth of pine, as is always 
 the case on the California foothills, was taking the place 
 of the departed oak. They would soon hide these two 
 glaring graves utterly now at last. 
 
 This man, with his morbid memories, felt that he 
 could breathe more freely, stand up straighter, step more 
 firmly when these two graves that had lain there, in 
 moon or sun, storm or shine, for fully twenty years, 
 should be hidden forever in the green foliage of the 
 pines. 
 
 The next day young Devine, after a night of watch 
 ing and prayer on the rocky ridge by the two nameless 
 graves, resolved that with the approach of evening he 
 would enter the saloon where Belle was to be found, and 
 forthwith make his mission known. 
 
 lie dressed himself with care ; for, in addition to being 
 always elegant in his apparel, he felt somehow that he 
 ought to approach this young girl with every considera 
 tion and token of respect. 
 
 It is just possible, too, that there might have been at 
 that time a vague idea that it would be best for him to 
 win this wealthy girl s heart, lift her to his position in 
 life, and at the same time secure his own fortune, as 
 Gully had advised. Who can guess what were his
 
 "JUST ONE LITTLE SONG, LOVE." 53 
 
 thoughts, with the picture of his dead father running 
 counter-current through his brain, as he approached the 
 saloon on that memorable night ? 
 
 A motley crowd it was that he found there, loud and 
 coarse and vulgar ; not at all like the men of the olden 
 days of gold. He wore a tall silk hat a dangerous 
 thing for a stranger to do on entering a mining camp. 
 Men stared at him. They were not absolutely uncivil, 
 but they certainly held him in great contempt from the 
 moment they set eyes on his hat. He wished to speak 
 to some one, and seem sociable. Still thinking of his 
 father with tenderness, and seeing old Colonel Billy, with 
 his battered hat on his left eye, he accosted him, and 
 asked if he ever heard of a Mr. Devine who came to 
 California in 49. 
 
 " A Mr. Devine ? A Mr. Devine ? "Was he a gos 
 pel sharp ? A hymn-howler ? ~No offence, I hope. 
 Thought he might a been, you know, from the name," 
 said Colonel Billy. 
 
 " Ko, no offence," said the young man, relaxing the 
 fist that half doubled as the colonel spoke. 
 
 " Did you ever know a man by the name of Devine ?" 
 he asked of a tall, bony old man who stood on the edge 
 of the crowd, and who swayed like a leafless pine that 
 had died and refused to fall. 
 
 The old dead pine stopped swaying a moment, and 
 answered: "Devine? Devine? Any relation to ?" 
 and the bewildered old man lifted his head heavenward in 
 dazed and helpless inquiry. Then shaking his head he 
 was blown back into the crowd, while a sympathetic knot 
 of old miners looked at the young man and shook their 
 grizzly heads, but did not answer. 
 
 " Looking for a needle in a haystack, young man. If 
 that was his name, it s just the best of a reason that it
 
 54 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 ain t his name now. Yon see we baptize em over and 
 give em new names, titles, and sich, when they come to 
 Californy," observed a man with a mashed nose and a 
 short leg. 
 
 There was a rustle of silk at that moment, while a 
 murmur of admiration ran through the crowd. Old 
 Mississip, with her daughter, the dark, low-browed 
 Creole girl, entered and took their places at the faro- 
 table. 
 
 This girl was supposed to belong to one of the oldest 
 and most aristocratic families of the South-west. It was 
 a moment of intense interest to Devine. 
 
 " And why is this young lady called Belle Sippy ?" 
 he asked of the short man, with the mashed nose. 
 
 " Don t know, cept it s cause her mother s name is 
 Mississip." 
 
 The man limped away from this stranger, who seemed 
 to be a walking interrogation point, and over his 
 shoulder referred him to Colonel Billy ; and Colonel 
 Billy, holding on to the bar lest the floor might move 
 from under his feet if he attempted to stand still, re 
 ferred him to old "49." 
 
 " He s been here since these hills was a hole in the 
 ground ; and what he don t know about anybody ain t 
 worth knowin , stranger. Ask him when he comes ; 
 he ll be here in this ere saloon with Carrots, by and 
 by, continued Colonel Billy. Then spitting cotton and 
 making many signs of being very dry, lie went on : 
 " But it s my opinion, as a lawyer my professional 
 opinion that she s no more her daughter than I am." 
 And he nodded to Belle. The old colonel blinked and 
 blinked as he spoke, and at the end of his speech looked 
 at the young man as if seeking to find a name for him. 
 He looked tirst at his feet, then up and up till lie saw
 
 JUST ONE LITTLE SOXG, LOVE." 55 
 
 his hat. Then with a laugh he blurted out, " No more 
 her daughter than I am, Mr. Beaver." 
 
 " By Gol ! chimed in a capper, " a dandy come to 
 town !" as he looked up from the game, over his 
 shoulder, at the stranger. 
 
 " Dandy Beaver ! Gentlemen, Mr. Dandy Beaver !" 
 said the colonel, setting his white hat on his head. 
 
 " Dandy Beaver ! Down your bets, Dandy Beaver," 
 shouted the dealer, as he gayly tossed his cards ; and the 
 man, looking straight at the newcomer, leaned forward 
 and playfully tapped the cheek of the girl. 
 
 " And in such a place as this, and with such people ! 
 What hideous familiarity ?" Devine fairly caught his 
 breath and fell back amazed at the audacity of Dosson, 
 as he touched the girl s cheek. 
 
 "All down! The game s made! Roll!" Again 
 the coin clinked, the cards flew in the air, and the pretty 
 Spanish women and gayly-dressed Mexicans smoked their 
 cigarettes and played with desperate intent. Such scenes 
 as this are common enough in mining towns to this day. 
 
 " But where s Carrie ?" exclaimed old Colonel Billy. 
 " I didn t come here to gamble and drink. 1 came 
 here to see Carrie and hear her sing. Now, where is 
 Carrie ? That s what 1 want to know." 
 
 " And who is this Carrie ?" queried Devine, who was 
 anxious to introduce himself to the notice of Belle. 
 
 " Oh, she s a wretched, ragged thing, that hain t got 
 a cent," was Belle s reply, accompanied by a contempt 
 uous toss of the head. 
 
 "Got no father, got no mother, got nothin ," said 
 Mississip, savagely. 
 
 The game had stopped. There was a storm outside. 
 Perhaps these people w r ere wondering where that child 
 was. It was an awkward pause after the woman spoke
 
 56 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 so bitterly. The people began to roll cigarettes and fall 
 back and gather in groups about the saloon. 
 
 " That s a Frisco chap," observed Dosson. 
 
 "Take a drink, mister?" said the woman, pointing 
 to the bar. 
 
 " No, thank you, 1 don t drink." 
 
 " Don t drink ! Well (hie) he s not from Frisco," 
 hiccoughed Colonel Billy. 
 
 " You are the proprietor of the of the City Hotel ?" 
 said Devine, civilly, as he approached nearer, endeav 
 oring to be courteous. 
 
 " I am the proprietor of the City Tavern, the only 
 hotel ; and I lets the rooms, bet your sweet life, re 
 plied the virago. 
 
 " Rooms ! (hie) rooms ! Rooms not quite big 
 enough for bedrooms (hie), and a little too big for 
 coffins," said Colonel Billy. 
 
 " Can 1 spend the evening in the hotel ?" 
 
 " Certain, certain ! That s what this ere hotel was 
 fitted up for. You see in the Sierras we likes to be as 
 comfortable and as nice as in Frisco. But this parlor is 
 used for a good many things. Now, this is the parlor 
 of the City Tavern. This is the ladies sittin -room." 
 Here a Spanish lady bowed. " This is the gentle 
 men s sitting-room." Here Colonel Billy bowed pro 
 foundly, adding, "It s the eatin house, and it s the dead- 
 house." 
 
 "Dead-house?" 
 
 " Ay, dead-house." 
 
 " Right there ; I ve seed seven of us laid out to stiffen 
 on that ere table," said Colonel Billy, looking grim and 
 ghastly at the recollection. 
 
 " Oh, yes ; but what s the use of a killin of men in 
 the house. It always interferes with the game. If you
 
 "JUST OXE LITTLE SONG, LOVE." 57 
 
 wants to kill em, kill em outside. Down your bets ! 
 All down ! Try your luck, mister ? There s the ace of 
 diamonds, as pretty a card as ever held a twenty-dollar 
 piece.
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 "I M A TOTAL WRECK." 
 
 We are wreck and stray, we are cast away, 
 
 Poor, battered old hulks and spars, 
 But we hope and pray, on the Judgment Day, 
 
 We will strike it, up there in the stars. 
 Though battered and old, oiir hearts are bold, 
 Yet oft do we repine 
 For the days of old, 
 For the days of gold 
 For the days of Forty-nine. 
 
 " ALL down ! Down your bets ! The game is made ! 
 Roll !" roared Mississip, as she sat at the faro-table 
 flourishing a card over her head. 
 
 " Mississip, where is Carrots ? I didn t come here to 
 gamble and get drunk. 1 came to see her and (hie) hear 
 her sing," said Colonel Billy, as he spread both his broad 
 hands on the table and leaned on them heavily, empha 
 sizing his former question. 
 
 "Where s Carrots? Out with old 49, when ehe 
 ought to be here at work. Roll !" Colonel Billy 
 tottered away, muttering over his shoulder aside to the 
 miners, " i tell you, boys, we ought to do somethin 
 for that little gal, even if she is a saucy imp, and all 
 that. Old 4:9 can t keep her any more. You all 
 think he s rich, eh ? Think he s got a mountain of gold 
 (hie), eh ? Well, boys, he s got somethin dearer than 
 gold away back yonder in the States a wife and a baby. 
 Why, if he had money he wouldn t stay here a minute.
 
 "I M A TOTAL WRECK." 59 
 
 No, lie s too poor to even feed Carrots. He s all busted 
 up, and about starvin himself. That old tunnel. 
 Humph ! She has to go to sing and dance to get a bit 
 of bread. Total wreck, total wreck." And the red 
 nose of Colonel Billy, having run its course about the 
 room like a comet in the heavens, came back to the bar, 
 whence it started, and entreated the barkeeper for a 
 drink. 
 
 Meantime, through a door by the bar, sauntered in the 
 best-dressed man in the Sierras. He was fragrant as an 
 apothecary s shop. His broad California!! hat rested a 
 little on one side ; a pistol showed on his hip and a 
 bowie-knife in his belt. 
 
 Charles Devine started as at an apparition. It was 
 Gully yes, Tom Gully. Tom approached the girl 
 familiarly, and sat down at the card-table as if he owned 
 the place. The red comet completed another circle of 
 the den, and came back to the card-table. 
 
 " Oh, go way and don t bother the game." 
 
 " Put him out, Lucky Tom, put him out !" cried 
 Mississip. 
 
 " You had better order your coffin (hie) before you 
 try it. I m one of the old uns, I am. Don t care if 
 you do carry a bowie. I came to this ere camp too early 
 in the mornin . Why, yon only came here last month, 
 and you think you own the town. Put me out ! I 
 should radiate. Used them things for toothpicks in 49 
 and spring of 50," hiccoughed the colonel, as Gully laid 
 a hand on his bowie-knife. 
 
 " Well, Colonel Billy, if he wants to put you out, he 
 will," piped in Belle, from the other side of the table. 
 
 " Your humble servant, miss, but he don t want to ; 
 he don t want to (hie) put me out," bowed the colonel, 
 politely.
 
 GO 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIEKRAS. 
 
 "No, no, he don t want to ; do you, dear?" leered 
 the girl. 
 
 " Not if he behaves himself, my darling," answered 
 Gully, with considerable familiarity. 
 
 " Well, all 1 want to know is, JUississip, where s Car 
 rots, and why don t you pay her for singin and dancin 
 here well enough for her to get clothes like this one s ? 
 Carrots does all the work and Belle wears all the 
 clothes." 
 
 " Because Belle is a lady and Carrots is nothing but a 
 little saucy Injin, and don t deserve good clothes. And 
 now d ye mind that ? The Injin!" cried Mississip. 
 
 "Injin, Injin ! "Well, she s the whitest Injin I ever 
 seed. A red-headed Injin. Say (hie), Belle s blacker 
 than forty Carrots." 
 
 " Now you " and with a fearful oath Gully was on 
 his feet, his hand on his bowie. 
 
 " Why don t you pull it ? 1 want to see it ; hain t 
 seed a bowie since spring of 50. Bah, you coward !" 
 
 As the two stood glaring at each other, a voice was 
 heard above the storm outside a feeble, piping voice, as 
 if some one was trying to sing and be merry under diffi 
 culties. 
 
 " That s Carrots ! That s our Carrots, boys !" cried 
 the colonel. 
 
 " That hateful Carrots. The men all turn from me 
 to hear her sing. The hateful singecat. I despise 
 her !" muttered Belle. 
 
 " That s Carrots ! That s Carrots ; and old * 49, 
 my chum, ain t far off," chuckled Colonel Billy, as he 
 turned from Gully with contempt and indifference. 
 
 " I don t know what 49 sees in her," says Belle 
 spitefully to the comet, as in its orbit it passed by where 
 she sat.
 
 "I M A TOTAL WRECK." 61 
 
 " Don t see what 49 sees in licr f Why, he sees 
 in her soul (hie), heart, humanity. She s the sunshine 
 of his life. She s the champagne and cocktails of this 
 ere camp, too." 
 
 And here entered Carrots, singing snatches of song, a 
 1)0 w and arrows in her hand, her dress all torn, her hat 
 hanging by its strings over her shoulders, and her hair 
 unkempt. Flourishing her bow and arrows, she cried 
 out to Colonel Billy : 
 
 " Knocked a chipmunk clean out of a pinetop, Colonel 
 Billy. Yes, I did ! Old 49 was with me up yonder. 
 Yes, and he s come home by his tunnel to give my 
 flowers to old sick Jack. Be here in a minute." 
 
 Mississip strode across the room toward the girl, and 
 the miners gave way before her. 
 
 11 She s broken up the game. Here !" And she 
 seized Carrots by the hair. 
 
 " Oh, oh ! Now, you jest let up ! Let down ! Let 
 go !" cried the girl. 
 
 " Give me that, and tell me where you ve been 1" 
 roared the virago. 
 
 " Oh, please, Mississip ! Please let go my bow and 
 I ll never, never, never and here the girl slipped 
 from the clutches of the old monster, with her bow and 
 arrows still in her hand. Placing an arrow in hor bow 
 quick as an Indian might, she drew it on Mississip : 
 " You old hippopotamus ! Notion to knock you like I 
 did the chipmunk." 
 
 " You imp ! You Injin !" cried Gully, from behind, 
 us he cuffed her and took the bow and arrows, and angrily 
 and hastily placed them out of her reach behind the bar. 
 
 " Now, you ever dare touch that bow and arrows 
 again " began Mississip, but suddenly stopped, and 
 resumed her seat. Old " 49" had entered the room.
 
 62 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 " "Well, Colonel Billy, old pard, how are you ?" 
 
 " Still spitting cotton," the Colonel replied. "Dry, 
 very dry. Total wreck, and dry." 
 
 " Dry ! Ila, ha ! Well, I ain t. That old tunnel 
 goes drip, drip, drip. I m not dry. I hain t been dry 
 for nigh onto twenty years, Colonel Billy." 
 
 " Well, I ve been dry for nigh onto a thousand years, 
 seems to me." 
 
 " Billy, you just wait. Just wait till 1 strike it in 
 that tunnel, and we ll go to New York and buy buy 
 the Astor House. Yes, we will, bar and all. " Thus the 
 generous sentiments of the heart led many of the noblest 
 of the pioneers on the way to their ruin. 
 
 " Good, good ! But you won t strike it. No, you 
 won t never strike it while I live. Why, if I wait for 
 you to strike it in that old tunnel, I ll be so dry (hie) 
 well, I ll be evaporated." 
 
 " There s gold in there. 1 ve been here since 49, and 
 I d ought to know. I ll strike it yet, Colonel Billy. 
 And you won t evaporate." 
 
 " Yes, 1 will evaporate. We all will. "Won t we, 
 boys?" 
 
 " Well, then, come, let s have a drink. Come, boys," 
 and " 4.9" crossed over to the bar with the boys. " See 
 there, boys ; she did it. Took its eye out with the bow 
 and arrows I made for her. There, barkeep. Have it 
 for your dinner ? Might have a meaner one. Yes, you 
 might have a worse dinner than a chipmunk, barkeep. " 
 
 Colonel Billy spit cotton furiously, for the whiskey was 
 poured out, and each man had his glass in his hand. But 
 as no one in the mines ever drank till the man who treated 
 lifted his glass, the old colonel was suffering horribly. 
 
 "Why, when I came here in 49, that ere squirrel 
 would ha been a dinner fit for a king. Tough times,
 
 "I M A TOTAL WKECK." 63 
 
 then, I tell yon. Them s the times, too, when we used 
 to have a. man for breakfast ; women were so bad, and 
 whiskey was so bad, Colonel Billy. Yes, yes ! But 
 now that I ve got that tunnel, and am goin to strike it 
 right away, I wouldn t eat chipmunk no." He raised 
 his glass, and then dropped it again. The faces of the 
 miners and Billy expressed the keenest disappointment. 
 
 Standing there with his glass in hand and resting on 
 the bar in most provoking irresolution, to the dismay of 
 all, he began again : 
 
 " And when 1 do strike it and get back to my wife 
 and little blue-eyed baby in the cradle on the banks of 
 the Mississippi " Here Carrots clung closer to him 
 " Oh, I ll take you, my girl. Oh, never do you fear, 
 I ll take you. And I ll take a big buckskin bag of gold- 
 dust, yellow and rich and beautiful as your beautiful hair, 
 my girl. And we won t let em know we re comin . 
 .No. We ll just slip up to the cabin there slip up 
 through the corn, and just slip in quiet like, while my 
 wife s leanin on the mantel and lookin the other way, 
 and then we ll crawl up to the little cradle settin in the 
 middle of the floor, and we ll pour the gold down in the 
 cradle at that baby s feet as it lies there a-crowin , and 
 my wife will turn and see it all gold, gold, gold !" 
 
 " "49 ! "49 ! Old pard ! You mustn t think of 
 that, you know. Your head ! You mustn t talk of 
 the States. You know it makes you (hie) wild to talk of 
 the States." 
 
 " I forgot, 1 forgot. Forgive me, boys. Here s to 
 to to her." 
 
 And, as he lifted his glass, he turned, and for the first 
 time saw young Devine. 
 
 " Frisco chap, eh ? Have a drink, stranger ?" 
 
 " No, thank you ; I rarely drink."
 
 G4 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 " Rarely drinks ! Well, he ain t quite square," 
 mused Colonel Billy. 
 
 Gully suddenly looked up. As his startled eyes fell 
 upon the stranger he became pale as death. Then he 
 started from the table. 
 
 " Charley Devine !" he muttered between his set 
 teeth. " By all that s fiendish, lie s found this out-of- 
 the-way place, without his papers, and it will not be like 
 him if he is not without money, too. Well, here s for 
 the game of bluff. Fortune favors the brave," and, by 
 a supreme effort, he cried, " Hello, Charley." 
 
 "Gully! who d have thought of seeing you here," 
 cried Devine. " Lucky Tom Gully, I heard them call 
 you. Well, I m the lucky man this time, for I m flat 
 broke." 
 
 " Good ! Flat broke ! He does not even suspect 
 me," said Gully to himself. " I m your friend, 
 Charley, and will help you. But what s the trouble ?" 
 
 "Well, you see, 1 was very mellow that night I 
 started ; I had gambled, you know, and when I got 
 sober the next day I found that 1 had either lost the 
 papers or, in the hurry of my leaving, Judge Snowe 
 had given me the wrong package. Only some old 
 papers of yours, where you had been sued for a tailor s 
 bill ! Well, you know how gruff and stern Snowe is. I 
 couldn t go back ; and, then, I wanted to try and find 
 something about my father ; if possible, to find his 
 grave. And as I knew the name of this place, 1 at last 
 managed to get here. But how is it you are here ?" 
 
 " Treat an old miner ? Been here since 49. Spring 
 of 50. Treat an old miner ? Total wreck total 
 wreck," observed the comet, as it came around in its 
 orbit between the two men. 
 
 " Billy, you re drunk," and Gully pushed him aside.
 
 "I il A TOTAL WRECK." 65 
 
 " No offence, stranger, no offence. Total wreck, total 
 wreck." 
 
 And the fiery comet swept on around in its orbit to 
 " 49." 
 
 " And you come here to mine ?" queried Devine, as 
 he looked Gully steadily in the face. 
 
 "To marry." 
 
 To marry ? Why, there are no marriageable ladies 
 here in this dreadful place, are there ?" 
 
 " There is one marriageable lady, and I am engaged 
 to her." 
 
 " I congratulate you." 
 
 And the frank and unsuspecting young man gave the 
 other his hand. 
 
 " It s queer, Carrots," said " 49" to the girl, who 
 had been looking curiously at the stranger. " The new 
 one looks square now. But that Lucky Tom is three-cor 
 nered. He is as triangular as a dinner-gong. Let s see 
 what s goin on. 
 
 The old man rose up, and Carrots danced across before 
 the miners, and stopped suddenly in front of Devine. 
 
 " Stranger, hello ! What s your name ?" 
 
 " Well, my little lady, this man here, Colonel Billy, 
 says my name is Mr. Beaver. Ha, ha ! Mr. Charley 
 Beaver, then. Now, what s your name, my little girl ?" 
 
 " Carrots ! just Carrots. That s all." 
 
 " Good- evening, sir," says " 49." 
 
 " Good-evening, sir. Carrots ! Queer name. Eh, 
 sir?" 
 
 "Yes. You see we call her Carrots, because well, 
 because her hair is like gold, sir. Twenty carats fine, 
 and all pure gold. That s why, sir. And sing : why, 
 she skigs like a bird. When 1 strike it in my tunnel 
 I m goin to take her back with me to the States, sir,
 
 CG 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 to tend and sing to my little baby. Have a drink, Mr. 
 Mr. Charley Beaver ?" 
 
 " Well thank you. Don t care if I do now. It s 
 damp out of doors. Then 1 want to know you better, 
 sir. You look to me as if you might be the king of 
 these Sierras. Yes, I will drink with you." 
 
 "That s right. You see I m old ""49. The boys 
 all know me. I m goin to strike it in my tunnel next 
 week, and go back to the States. I m tired of this. 
 Tired, tired. 1 want to see my wife and baby." 
 
 " Why, what part of the States ?" 
 
 Again the comet had made the circle. It swept in 
 between the two gentlemen a way it had as if it knew 
 a great deal more than it pretended to. The colonel laid 
 a hand on the young man s shoulder. 
 
 " Stranger ! Mr. Charley Beaver. Don t, don t you 
 never git him on that. He s a little " And here 
 Colonel Bill tapped his head gravely. " Y r ou see, he s 
 been waitin so long and been hopin so long, it s turned 
 him jest a little. No. Never let him talk about that. 
 He s all right on other things, but not that. Never, 
 never let him talk of the States, stranger never of a 
 wife and a wee bit of a baby in the cradle." 
 
 " Well, then, I won t ;" and he turned to " 49." 
 
 " Tell me, where did these girls come from ?" 
 
 " That s more than the oldest of us here can tell," 
 answered " 49." " You see these mountains were full 
 of people once. Full, like a full tide of the sea, when 
 we first found gold here. The tide went out, and left 
 the driftwood and seaweeds and wrecks. These are 
 part of them I am part of them." 
 
 " But Carrots where did she come from ?" 
 
 " Don t know, 1 say. She was first seen, a mere 
 baby, beggin about among the miners with some Injuns.
 
 "I M A TOTAL WRECK." 67 
 
 They took the Injuns to the Reservation ; the Injuns 
 died, and I went down and got my little Carrots and 
 brought her back to the mountains, or she d have died 
 too." 
 
 " And when was this you h rst saw her among the 
 Indians ? Spring of 57, eh ?" chimed in the comet, as 
 again in its orbit it poked its fiery nose between the 
 men. 
 
 "Yes, guess it was," says " 49." "He s got a 
 memory. Was a great lawyer once." 
 
 " Yes ; and don t you know, 49, how we first called 
 Carrots The baby ?" 
 
 " Yes ; and do you remember the time she stole some 
 raw turnips ?" 
 
 " Yes ; and ate em, and got the colic, and like to 
 died ?" 
 
 " Yes ; and Poker Jack got on his mule to go to 
 Mariposa for the doctor." 
 
 " Yes ; and got into a poker game, and didn t get 
 back for four days." 
 
 " Yes ; and the doctor didn t come, and so the baby 
 got well. " 
 
 "Just so. Just so, 49 ;" and the comet crept 
 on, shaking its head a bit at the memory of departed 
 days. 
 
 " Thank you. And the other one, "49 ?" 
 
 " Well, that mout be her child ; but I guess she got 
 picked up, too, by old Mississip. But, you see Belle, 
 she s stuck up. Guess she s got blood in her. I don t 
 like her at all like 1 do my little Carrots." 
 
 Devine was thoughtful for a moment, and then said to 
 himself : 
 
 " This can t be the girl. Water finds its level. She 
 has sunk to the kitchen. The other one is the lady. 1
 
 G8 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 talk to Gully. He seems to be most intimate with 
 her. What does it mean ?" 
 
 " What, ain t goin to bed, are you ?" said " 49," as 
 the young man turned away. 
 
 " Oh, yes, * 49. Let him go. You ll talk too 
 much, and have one of your spells again," cried little 
 Carrots, as she clung to the hand of her only friend on 
 earth. " Come, let s go up to the cabin." Then she 
 darted back behind the bar and stole her bow and 
 arrows. 
 
 " Come here, Carrots, and give us a song, and then 
 we ll all go," said an old miner. 
 
 " Yes, a song," shouted the miners in chorus. 
 
 " 1 ain t got no song," said Carrie, pouting. 
 
 " Yes, just one song for the boys, Carrots, and we ll 
 go up to the old cabin." 
 
 "Give us The Days of Forty-nine, " they all 
 shouted. 
 
 " Shall I, 49 ? Will you, boys, all join in ?" 
 
 Yes, yes. 
 
 " I will assist," said the comet, clearing its throat. 
 
 " All right. Join in the chorus all of you." And, 
 smoothing down her storm of hair, she sang in a clear, 
 sweet voice, while every miner roared in chorus : 
 
 " Wo have worked out our claims, we have spent our gold, 
 
 Our barks are astrand on the bars ; 
 We are battered and old, yet at night we behold 
 
 Outcroppings of gold in the stars. 
 And though few and old, our hearts are bold ; 
 Yet oft do we repine 
 For the days of old, 
 For the days of gold 
 For the days of Forty-nine. 
 Chorus. And though few and old, our hearts are bold, etc.
 
 "I M A TOTAL WRECK." 69 
 
 " Where the rabbits play, where the quail all day 
 
 Pipes on, on the chapparal hill, 
 A few more days, and the last of us lays 
 
 His pick aside, and is still. 
 Though battered and old, our hearts are bold ; 
 Yet oft do we repine 
 For the days of old, 
 For the days of gold 
 For the days of Forty-nine. 
 Chorus. Though battered and old, our hearts are bold," etc. 
 
 " Bravo !" shouted the miners, while some groped in 
 their empty pockets, and shook their heads mournfully. 
 
 " Come, Carrots, we must get back to the cabin," said 
 " 49," starting to his feet. 
 
 " And may I not come to the cabin, too, some day, 
 sir ?" asked Devine. 
 
 " You will be as welcome as the warm winds of these 
 Sierras, sir." 
 
 "But we ve got a bulldog tied to the door," said 
 Carrots. " Got it for him," pointing to Gully. 
 
 " I will come, dog or no dog," laughed Devine. 
 
 "We drink water out of the same spring with the 
 grizzly bear," said " 49." 
 
 " Drinks water ! Bah ! Like a hoss !" chipped in 
 the comet. 
 
 " I ve got a great tunnel up there. I ve bored half a 
 mile into that mountain, sir." 
 
 " I will come." Then a sudden impulse seized upon 
 J)evine. " I 1 May I not come to-riight ? I am a 
 stranger, and poor, and 
 
 " Poor, and a stranger ?" and " 49 " grasped his hand. 
 " You are my guest. And when you are ready we ll go. " 
 
 " I m so glad," said Carrots, aside, and she began to 
 brush and fix herself up. " I like the looks of him. 1 
 wonder if he likes the looks of me ?"
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 IN THE DARK. 
 
 The gold that with the sunlight lies 
 
 In bursting heaps at dawn, 
 The silver spilling from the skies 
 
 At night to walk upon ; 
 The diamonds gleaming with the dew 
 He never saw, he never knew. 
 
 A STRANGER and friendless, young Devine was only 
 too glad to accept the hospitality of old " 49." The 
 three, dripping with the storm, cold and hungry, crept 
 together up the canon, and into the miserable old cabin. 
 All were silent. The young man had not a dollar in his 
 pocket, and the frugal breakfast told him but too plainly 
 how poor was his new-found friend. But " 49," as 
 usual, was rich in hope, and soon his glowing accounts 
 of the possibilities of the old tunnel tired the youth ; 
 and before noon he led his new partner deep into the 
 mountain, and there, by the dim light of the dripping 
 candle, instructed him in the mysteries of gnome-land. 
 
 And it was high time, too, that he had some one to take 
 the pick from his now feeble and failing hand. 
 
 How the pick clanged and rung now against the hard 
 gray granite and quartz ! There is no intoxication like 
 that of the miner s, who is made to feel that the very 
 next blow may make him a millionaire. This old man 
 was an enthusiast, on this one subject at least, and he 
 imparted his enthusiasm to his new partner. 
 
 And yet, the young man was not acting without great
 
 IX THE DARK. 71 
 
 deliberation. lie soon found out who the " marriage 
 able young lady" was to whom Gully was engaged, and 
 decided that his post of duty was right there in the 
 camp, as close to the side of the heiress as might be. 
 He had at once written to the old lawyer in St. Louis ; 
 and also to his mother, telling her truly what there was 
 to tell, tenderly speaking of the two white graves on the 
 rocky ridge which he so often gazed upon. 
 
 He was confident that the lawyer, Snowe, and, per 
 haps, his mother, would come to him at once. Yet the 
 place was remote from railroads, and the mails were few 
 and far between, so he must patiently wait. In the 
 mean time, penniless as he was, what better could he 
 possibly do than work while he waited ? 
 
 Weeks, months, stole by. The old man was able 
 merely to hobble about now, and rarely ventured into 
 the damp, dripping, and dreadful tunnel. The youth, 
 too, was breaking under his toil and the scant living. 
 His clothes were in tatters. The sharp stones had cut 
 his boots to pieces, and he was literally barefoot. And 
 there was no sign of gold. Every evening he w r ould take 
 down to the old cabin specimens of the last rock he had 
 wrenched from the flinty front of the wall. These old 
 " 49 " would clutch in his trembling hands and turn 
 over, and examine with his glass. Then he would lay 
 them down with a sigh, shake his head, and, lighting his 
 pipe, would sit there by Carrie and gaze into the fire in 
 silence. 
 
 Young Devine was becoming fearfully discouraged. 
 Perhaps the old man was, too, but no sign was permitted 
 to escape his lips. 
 
 Meanwhile the enmity between the parties in the cabin 
 and the parties down at the saloon was not permitted to 
 die out.
 
 72 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 Trust a woman like old Mississip to keep hatred alive 
 between men. 
 
 The degradation of Devine had brought new indig 
 nities, so he resolved to attempt nothing more till help 
 arrived from St. Louis. Ah me ! but lie was weary of 
 waiting. 
 
 He was almost naked ; he was bent and broken from 
 toil ; he was hungry ; he was literally desperate. Yet he 
 could see that Dosson and Emens were at work every 
 day in the tunnel on their side of the spur ; and their 
 energy somehow impelled him to toil on while strength 
 was left to him to lift a pick. 
 
 Once he heard a dull, heavy thud. He put his ear to 
 the wall before him, and he could hear the stroke of 
 their drills against the granite. He now knew that only 
 a narrow wall of a few feet divided them. 
 
 It was idle, vain to hope, that in that narrow wall could 
 be found the fortune for which " 49" had toiled so long 
 and patiently. The young man was now utterly dis 
 couraged. Despair was approaching close. He could 
 not, he would not, attempt another blow. 
 
 That evening, as usual, he picked up the nearest 
 fragment of rock, and taking his pick on his shoulder 
 crept out of the tunnel, determined to return no more. 
 
 As he passed out of the mossy and fern-grown mouth 
 of the tunnel, it seemed to be dripping more than ever. 
 It had been a hot day, and he surmised that the water 
 came from the melting snow above, on the steep moun 
 tain height. 
 
 Down at the cabin, with some flowers in her hand, 
 stood little " Carrots." She had grown almost to woman 
 hood, and looked so lovely now. She kept arranging 
 the flowers, holding her pretty head to one side, and now 
 and then looking up the trail as she talked to herself.
 
 IX THE DARK. 73 
 
 " Humph ! No dandy Charley now. No black coat, 
 no black pants, no high hat now. Oh, he s the 
 raggedest man in the mountains, and that s saying he s 
 pretty ragged, I tell you. And I do believe he s 
 sometimes hungry. I ve gathered him these flowers. 
 He likes flowers. We ve gathered lots of flowers 
 together. I ll put them on his table out here, in the 
 door-yard, under the tree, where he and 49 eat their 
 dinner, when they have any dinner. Poor little Carrots, 
 that Mississip says is so bad ! 1 wonder if 1 am bad ? 
 1 do lie, that s so ; I do steal a little ; but I am not mean. 
 There, Charley, is a kiss for you on the sweet flowers." 
 
 And so talking to herself, and arranging the flowers, 
 the child did not see that silent and gloomy old " 49" 
 had just returned to the cabin, and stood there be 
 fore the door. Poor broken, and desolate old miner ! 
 And here let me correct a popular error : 
 
 Some one has said that these old Calif ornians kept the 
 secrets of their previous lives, and took new names to 
 conceal their questionable past. 
 
 Oh, no ; not for that did these men close their lips 
 to their fellows. But the baby at home, the wife wait 
 ing there these were their gods. Around these they 
 drew the magic circle of desolate silence. No man 
 there, save in the hour of death, when gold and mes 
 sages were to be given up to be taken to them by the 
 trusted partner, talked of his love or his little ones. 
 
 This home, hearthstone, far away, was a shrine that 
 lay in the innermost heart of the temple, where day and 
 night these strong men knelt and worshipped. 
 
 And so do not wonder that " 49," when sober, never 
 talked of the past to this stranger. 
 
 Once, twice, thrice had the boy attempted to lead the 
 miner up to the subject of the white graves out yonder
 
 74 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 on the rocky ridge ; but each time, almost savagely, he 
 turned away. 
 
 And it was a delicate subject for the boy to talk upon. 
 For who could care to talk of a father who had died a 
 felon ? Somehow, from what the men said on the hill 
 as he first came into camp, or from their manner of say 
 ing what they did, he came to think that that tree had 
 something to do with his father s death. He wanted to 
 know of a certainty if the two unfortunate beings buried 
 there were hanged on this dead oak under which they 
 lay. But " 49" would answer not one word touching 
 the two graves that glared there in the October sun. 
 And so in his heart the young man whose name now had 
 crystallized and shaped itself as in mockery of his 
 present sad plight into that of " Dandj " or " Dandy 
 Charley," resolved to ask Colonel Billy, and find out all 
 the facts possible concerning his dead father ere his 
 mother reached the rough mining camp.
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 GOING AWAY. 
 
 Over the mountains and down by the sea, 
 A dear old mother sits waiting for me, 
 Waiting for me, waiting for me 
 A dear old mother sits waiting for me. 
 
 And waiting long, and oh, waiting late, 
 Is a sweet-faced girl at the garden gate ; 
 Over the mountains and. down by the sea, 
 A sweet-faced girl is waiting for me. 
 
 ON this last evening, when the wretched little party 
 rose up from a miserable dinner, the old man went 
 into the dark corner of his cabin, and sitting by the 
 sooty fireplace, he moodily smoked his pipe. Carrie 
 wandered away alone up on the hillside, among the rocks, 
 still warm with departed sunshine, and gathered wild 
 flowers in the twilight. 
 
 But young Devine took up a short pine board, a pick, 
 and axe, and silently set out down the trail, as if he were 
 going to town. He left the trail on the rocky ridge and 
 turned aside to the two graves under the blighted oak, 
 and there, with his axe, cut and cleared away the trees 
 and bushes that had been trying for twenty years or 
 more to hide them from view. 
 
 Then he took up his pick and dug a hole at the head 
 of and between the two graves. In this hole he set the 
 pine board. Then he raked in the dirt, and to make it 
 more firm and solid, he heaped some stones about the 
 foot of it, and beat them down with the pick. The
 
 76 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 steel clanged on the flinty quartz, making a strange 
 sound in the gathering twilight. 
 
 Old Colonel Billy, who, when sober enough, put in 
 his time panning out in the edge of the muddy little 
 stream up above, and not far from the mouth of the 
 tunnel driven by Dosson and Emens, chanced to be pass 
 ing on his way home just then, and was startled by the 
 clanging of the steel against the flinty stone. He looked 
 up, and seeing the bushes cleared away, and " Dandy," 
 whom he had named, and whom he had early learned to 
 like, leaning over the head of the graves, hammering on 
 the stones with a pick, he came stumbling up over the 
 rocks, and stood for a moment by his side, silent with 
 wonder. 
 
 Then seeing a black pencilled inscription on the white 
 pine board, he stooped on his hands and knees and read : 
 
 " To THE MEMORY 
 
 OF 
 CHARLES DEVINE AND FRIEND." 
 
 The old colonel drew his rheumatic legs up under him 
 as fast as he could, and rose. He looked curiously at the 
 young man for a long time. Then he brushed his left 
 palm against the right, and his right against the left, 
 then dusted them again. Then stepping back and down 
 toward the trail a pace or two, he looked up the stream 
 and down the stream, and then at the young man leaning 
 sadly on his pick-handle, and said : 
 
 " Friends of your n 2" 
 
 " Yes." 
 
 The long pause that followed was painful to both, and 
 the old colonel again attempted to tear himself away, and 
 took another step or two backward and down toward the
 
 GOING AWAY. 77 
 
 trail. But the strange conduct of this young man, the 
 unaccountable sadness of the fine-cut face that stood out 
 in profile against the clear twilight sky, as he looked 
 up from where he rested below, chained him to the 
 spot. 
 
 And then it seemed to this old man that this was a 
 sort of innovation a species of trespass. What right 
 had this stranger to come here and dig up the dead past, 
 and set an inscription over the dead of this camp ? Who 
 but he and his old partner, old " 49," knew aught of 
 these two graves or their occupants now ? 
 
 At last, lifting a boot with its ancient wrinkles and 
 yawning toe to a rock on a level with his left knee, he 
 rested his elbow on this knee, settled his bearded chin 
 into his upturned palm, and pushing back his battered 
 old white hat, exclaimed : 
 
 " They desarved it ! Yes, they did ! No disrespect 
 to your feelin s, Dandy. But when men go for to 
 climbing down honest men s chimbleys, when they are 
 asleep, for to rob em, I say pepper em ! And I say 
 they desarved it ! There ! 
 
 The hand was high up and the palm was brought 
 emphatically down, all doubled up, after it had been 
 thrust over toward the dead men in their graves, and 
 again the man half turned as if to go. Devine was 
 suddenly all attention, and cried out eagerly : 
 
 " What ! And they were not hung on this tree ? 
 They were shot ? Did you say shot T 
 
 " Why, yes, shot ! Didn t 49 tell ye ? Oh, no ! 
 Come to think, he d be about the last man that would. 
 And then he ain t given to talkin of anything but that 
 old tunnel, anyhow. But, Dandy, friends or no friends 
 of your n, 1 tell you he wasn t to blame." 
 
 " Who who wasn t to blame ? Who ? Speak !"
 
 78 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 " Dandy, we came into this ere camp bout the same 
 time, 49 and me. He is as square as a Freemason s 
 rule. Why, I have known him, young and old, for 
 nigh on to thirty years. Now, I ll tell ye what made it 
 so bad. When these two pards beggin your pardon- 
 got peppered, they crawled down the trail this way. 
 Well, right here one of em pears to have tuckered out. 
 And what does the other do but sit down agin this ere 
 tree, take his head in his lap, and hold him, and nuss him 
 and care for him till he was dead, and even then didn t 
 try to leave him. But right here, in the darkness, with 
 the awful disgrace and all, he stuck right here with his 
 dead pard, and died with him." 
 
 " Oh, my poor father," murmured the boy, lifting a 
 wet face, and looking away against the twilight sky. 
 
 " And that s what captured the camp. To see a pard 
 stand by his pard like that, Dandy ; I toll you, that 
 fetched the boys. And they were really sorry they was 
 killed. And they didn t like the man that killed em. 
 And they never did, and they never will. And that s 
 just what s the matter of 49. Yes. To kill men like 
 that, you know. It s made him feel bad all his life. 
 But they desarved it. They desarved it. They ve 
 ruined my old pard 49. And they desarved all he 
 give em. Good-night ! Good-night !" 
 
 The young man bounded down the rocks, and caught 
 the retreating figure by the shoulder. 
 
 " And you say that 49 killed him f them ?" 
 
 " Sartin ! And they desarved it. Good-night." 
 
 The old colonel shook him off and went stumbling on 
 down the rocky trail as fast as he could go. He was 
 almost afraid of him now ; his eyes had a glare of mur 
 der of madness in them. 
 
 From a little summit near town he looked back. The
 
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 young man had moved from tlie spot where he left him, 
 and was now kneeling by the graves. 
 
 But soon Devine rose to his feet, and turned his face 
 toward the cabin of old u 49." He walked rapidly, 
 and in a few moments came face to face with Carrie, who 
 was at the door. 
 
 " Get ready !" ho said to Carrie, sharply. 
 
 " What ? What do you mean ? Goin are you 
 goin away ?" 
 
 " I am going. This is noplace for me. No place for 
 you. Get ready ; I am going. If you have any respect 
 for me for yourself you will not stay here another 
 hour." 
 
 He stepped into the cabin, and went up to the little 
 window. The moon had risen now, and the uncovered 
 graves shone white and bright in the silver light. 
 
 The old man in the corner laid some pine-knots on the 
 fire, and they began to burn fitfully. The quartz rocks 
 which Devine had brought in, as was his custom at the 
 end of every day, as specimens from the tunnel, still lay 
 on the table unexamined by the old man. Devine had 
 thought them softer and more rotten and worthless than 
 usual, as he laid them there. 
 
 " 49, I am going away." 
 
 The old man sighed, but did not move. 
 
 At last the girl, who had remained by the door, came 
 up to where the young man now stood by the window. 
 She put up her face ; she put out a soft, sun-browned 
 hand, and gently touched his. It was but a little thing 
 she did, and yet it seemed to her that she had done all 
 all that could be done. 
 
 Charley was still moody. He did not stir, but gazed 
 out down the valley, through the deep canon, as he 
 said : " Get ready ; we are going going now/
 
 80 40, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 The girl drew back in the dark corner where the old 
 dog crouched. She fell on her knees at his side and took 
 his big, battered head in her thin ragged arms, and held 
 him to her heart. Then out of that dark corner came a 
 sob that startled " 49," who had risen and was ap 
 proaching the window. Still the young man did not hear 
 or heed. Finally he left the window, and, going to the 
 cupboard, he felt about and found a piece of bread, 
 which he thrust into his bosom for the morrow. 
 
 The old man, thoughtful and silent, at length hobbled 
 up to the window, looked out, and beheld the uncovered 
 graves. 
 
 His face grew black with anger. Perhaps it was sel 
 fish anger. Had he not suffered bitterly ? Yet he had 
 in some sort become reconciled. But now, when this 
 stranger, whom he had found hungry and alone in the 
 world, had entered her heart and taken his place there, 
 and stood coldly commanding her ! Why, she had 
 stolen bread for him ! The old man was weak in mind 
 and in body now. He was scarcely accountable for 
 what he might do or say. He knit his wrinkled and 
 overhanging brows, and turned, up and down the floor. 
 Then he went to the fire and laid a lot of pine-knots 
 on, and there was a bright blaze. 
 
 The young man once more turned about. For the last 
 time he gazed out of the window at the two white graves 
 glistening in the moonlight. Then he commenced to 
 sing a soft air in a low tone, and tap the floor with his 
 foot. This seemed to madden " 49," and he muttered 
 to himself : 
 
 11 To take her away from me now ! To take her away 
 like that ! To take her from me and throw me quite aside, 
 and stand there a singin ! I I could murder her !" 
 
 His feeble old hand fell down at his side, and touched
 
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 a heavy pick -handle that stood there by the fire. In 
 stinctively he clutched it. He half lifted it in the air. 
 He was looking straight at the young man standing 
 there, humming an air a sad, plaintive air as he 
 looked out and down the valley. The girl still crouched 
 back in the dark corner by the dog. She did not want 
 to go away. Yet she loved, oh, so tenderly and so 
 truly. This was her first great heart-struggle. Once or 
 twice the old man thought he heard her try to suppress 
 a sob. At last he was sure he heard her. Then he 
 started forward. At first he started to her. He still 
 held the long hickory pick-handle. As he approached 
 and stood at the back of the young man, he paused. 
 He did not hear the girl any more. He heard, saw 
 nothing now. He only thought of murder. 
 
 Nothing is so dangerous to a man as the sense of once 
 having killed a man. There is something singularly 
 fatal in this. Let a man once kill one man, and he will 
 find an easy excuse in his heart to kill another. Old 
 Californians know this well. And they have a saying, 
 to the effect that it is hard on the man who is killed, but 
 a great deal harder on the man who kills him. 
 
 The old stand or table on which Devine each day, on 
 return from his work, emptied out his specimens, stood 
 near the middle of the floor, and before the little win 
 dow by which he was now standing. Here lay the little 
 heap of quartz he had brought home this last day. The 
 distracted old man had been too sad and too much 
 troubled to examine the specimens. And so there the 
 ragged and jagged rocks lay black and white, and 
 brown and gray rocks that had never seen the light 
 since they sprang into existence at the fiat of the 
 Almighty. 
 
 " Going away, now ! Going to take her away !
 
 82 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIEilRAS. 
 
 And then to go and cut down the bushes that had hidden 
 all ! To go and drag bare the two graves, and set them 
 glaring in my face ; and then take her away, and leave 
 me here to go mad !" 
 
 Tighter the old man clutched his club as he ap 
 proached the boy from behind. He poised it in the air. 
 He measured the distance to the back of his head with 
 his eye. 
 
 " And to stand there coolly singin , as lie looks out 
 upon the two graves!" muttered " 49" to himself. 
 Then he paused a second, for he seemed to catch a note 
 in the low, half-inaudible air that he had somewhere 
 heard before. For this man had been no savage in his 
 youth, whatever he may have been now. 
 
 Devine was waiting for the girl. He once or twice half 
 turned his head to ascertain if she was getting ready to 
 go. Then he continued to sing. 
 
 Again the old man seemed resolved. He raised his 
 club. The table was a little in the way. He stepped 
 around it, and at the same time peered into the corner 
 to ascertain if Came saw him. Her head was still bowed 
 above the dog, and she was now sobbing bitterly. He 
 measured the distance. 
 
 The blow would fall at the base of the brain. The 
 neck would be broken. One step nearer ! Then he set 
 his right foot firmly in front, and gathered all his 
 strength. The club leaped in the air. 
 
 The dog growled. The young man half turned his 
 head, and the other lowered his club and pushed the bits 
 of quartz about on the table. He took a piece in his 
 hand and fell back toward the fire. He made pretence 
 of examining it. The young man again looked out at 
 the soft and silvery moonlight, down the valley, and 
 again began to sing to himself.
 
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 It was tlie old melody " 49V melody the notes he 
 and Mary had sung together the song he had sung 
 every year since he had left her leaning there in tears by 
 the mantel. 
 
 The old man grew wild ! His eyes took fire. He 
 seemed to grow tall, as a storm-tossed pine. He was 
 strong as a giant. He felt like a lion. Surely he was 
 going mad. He thought of Mary, of the baby in the 
 cradle, of the gold in the tunnel. He was so certain of 
 that gold, he could see it. And yet he was going to 
 share it with this wretch ! 
 
 Gold is hard. Gold is a hard substance, and it is the 
 most hardening substance in the world. 
 
 " 49" glanced swiftly about to see if he had been ob 
 served. He listened. Only now and then a half-sup 
 pressed sob burst in the corner, that Devine could not 
 hear for his own sad song ; only the deep breathing of 
 the bulldog, the snapping of the pine-knot, the gurgle of 
 the water in the canon without. Nothing ; no one had 
 seen or heard anything at all. 
 
 He clutched his pick-handle once more. lie stood 
 erect, and moved with confidence and precision. He 
 was resolute now. Let the dog growl if he liked. He 
 would kill the dog, too. Gold ! gold ! gold ! All 
 should be his. Not one ounce to this merciless stranger 
 who had laid bare the reproachful stones, and would now 
 rob him of the little girl he had learned to love ! 
 
 As the old man again planted his foot in front and 
 poised his pick-handle for the fatal blow, the moonlight 
 fell like silver across the window-sill. Then, as if he 
 had been waiting for that, the boy began to sing to sing 
 clear and strong and full the song which his mother 
 had bade him sing when he was desolate. 
 
 The heavy pick-handle sank to the floor, the old man
 
 84 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 leaned forward, and from the low, sad song drank in 
 these words : 
 
 " Then sing the song we loved, love, 
 
 When all life seemed one song, 
 For life is none too long, love, 
 Ah, love is none too long." 
 
 " "Who can know them but she and I ? It is sacred to 
 us alone ! It is her song ; it is her voice ! He sprang 
 forward, and clutching the young man s shoulder, he 
 drew him round, and cried in his face : 
 
 " Where where did you learn that song ?" 
 
 Coldly and calmly the young man answered, looking 
 him sternly in the eyes, while the girl, who had started 
 forward, stood at his side, all wonderment : 
 
 "It is my mother s song. It is the song that my 
 father my father yonder my father ! They sung it 
 together, while they lived, each Christmas Eve. And 
 my mother God bless her sings it still. But my 
 father yonder " 
 
 " 1 I. No ! no ! I am" 
 
 The weak and broken old man could no longer bear 
 up. His head spun round, words failed him, and he fell 
 unconscious to the floor. 
 
 The girl had a little bundle in her hand, and she held 
 the old slobber-mouthed dog by a string. She, too, had 
 seen a deadly battle fought between love and duty, with 
 her own heart for the battle- tield. Love had won. 
 Duty had been beaten, and she stood with her dog and 
 little bundle ready to follow wherever her lover might 
 choose to lead her. But they had no thought of leaving 
 the old man now. The first burst of the young man s 
 passion subsided, and as he recalled old " 49V deeds of 
 kindness in the past, he felt remorse and profoundest 
 
 pity-
 
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 So they laid " 49" on his bank in the corner, be 
 hind the faded calico curtains, and coaxed him back to 
 life and consciousness. 
 
 How he wanted to embrace his boy ! But the lad 
 seemed so cold, so distant and hard now. He had never 
 seen him so before. Once he tried to sino; the old soncr. 
 
 O o 
 
 But he had no strength or voice. Then he thought he 
 would say over to himself the lines, and let his boy hear 
 him as he bent over him. He thought he would say 
 them low and softly and not above a whisper at first. 
 Then he whispered to himself, and slept unheard, even 
 as he breathed : 
 
 " For life is none too long, love, 
 And love is none too long." 
 
 Then he dreamed. He dreamed of her. He had re 
 turned with gold. With heaps and heaps of gold. He 
 saw her standing by the mantel, with head bowed, just 
 as of old. He asked her for their baby that he had left 
 in that cradle, and she pointed through the window at 
 an empty bird s-nest in an apple tree. Then a tall, 
 bearded boy embraced him, and called him father. 
 Then he dreamed again of gold. Gold ! gold ! Heaps 
 and heaps of gold ! This awakened him, and he got up. 
 Then he crossed on tip-toe to where his boy sat sleeping 
 in the corner, put back his hair, and tenderly kissed his 
 forehead. 
 
 It was dawn now, and, rousing Carrie, who had gone 
 to sleep with her arms about the dog s neck, he bade her 
 awaken young Devine.
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 SO WEAKY ! 
 
 It seems to me that Mother Earth 
 
 Is weary from eternal toil, 
 
 And bringing forth by fretted soil, 
 In all the agonies of birth. 
 
 Sit down ! Sit down ! Lo, it were best 
 
 That we should rest that she should rest. 
 
 I think we then should all be glad, 
 
 At least I know we are not now ; 
 
 Not one. And even Earth somehow 
 Seems growing old and over-sad. 
 
 Then fold your hands, for it were best 
 
 That we should rest that she should rest. 
 
 WHETHER it was the old man s dream of heaps of 
 gold, or the young man s reviving hopes of striking it 
 yet, that persuaded him to enter the tunnel once more, 1 
 can t say. Certain it is that as " 49" took up his gnn 
 and hobbled off to make provision for dinner, Devine 
 again shouldered his pick and returned to the tunnel, 
 while Carrots, as usual, wandered away up on the hill to 
 find flowers for her lover and " 49." 
 
 On this particular day the gay and dashing Gully camo 
 down the trail and stood in all his splendor in the empty 
 door-yard before the cabin. lie was engaged in talking 
 to himself. 
 
 " Lucky ! Better born lucky than rich any day. 
 Lucky ! why, they called me Lucky Tom Gully on the 
 Mississippi steamers when 1 was a gambler ; Lucky Tom
 
 SO WEARY ! 87 
 
 Gully when I was a loafer in Chicago ; and I had not 
 been in the mines a month till the miners called me 
 Lucky Tom, by intuition Lucky !" And here ho 
 lighted his cigar. " I m to be married to Belle to-night. 
 But, somehow, I don t feel quite solid, with that young 
 fellow and 49 at sword-points. 1 must make up with 
 them. I must ask them to my wedding. It s a bold 
 stroke. But it is the bold stroke that wins. Poor 
 Charley Devine ! 1 quite paralyzed him with my bold 
 ness when he first carne to the camp. He has not 
 spoken to me since. Poor simpleton ! Pegging away 
 in that old tunnel, without a cent, or even a coat to his 
 back, or shoe to his foot." As he puffed away and 
 lifted his heavy face to the splendor of the mighty 
 mountains about him, he heard Carrots singing gayly in 
 the crags above. 
 
 " Carrots ! Why am I afraid of that girl ? Afraid ? 
 Yes, it is fear that drives me to make friends with them 
 all three after doing all I could to destroy them. 
 An honest set of idiots, that I hate, and yet fear.". 
 
 Carrots came down from the rocks, carrying a basket 
 in which was a loaf of bread hidden by flowers and ever 
 greens. 
 
 " Hello, Store-clothes !" she cried. " Now, what 
 do you want in old 49\s door-yard ? Better not get 
 inside. A bulldog is there !" 
 
 " Hates me as bad as ever, I see. It s not safe to 
 have such enemies." Then approaching the girl and 
 affecting gentleness, he added : " Carrots, listen to me. 
 I ve come to ask you and 49 and that other fellow 
 to to my wedding." The gambler, all hardened as he 
 was, stumbled at the last word. 
 
 " You don t say so !" cried Carrots. " Well, I don t 
 think 49 and that other fellow, as you call him, will
 
 88 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 come to your wed din . But, I ll tell you what 1 tliink 
 they would do, if you would ask em." 
 
 " Well, my dear little wild flower, what would they 
 do if I asked them ?" 
 
 " Well, I ll tell you. 1 know they won t come to 
 your weddin . But they would both be powerful glad 
 to come to your funeral." 
 
 " Bah !" and a flash of malicious hatred came into his 
 eyes. 
 
 As she spoke Colonel Billy, the blazing comet, came 
 upon the scene. But he had taken a vaster orbit now. 
 The " Vigilantes," or rather a set of sleek villains, 
 under shelter of that honored appellation, had taken 
 possession of the cainp and banished all idlers, which 
 included all persons hostile to themselves. 
 
 "Banished! Banished by the Yigilantes at last!" 
 gasped the comet. 
 
 " What ! driven out ?" said Gully, with affected pity ; 
 and then, chuckling, added to himself, " My work. 
 lie is not for me, and is, therefore, against me. He 
 must go." 
 
 " Yes, new people come, call themselves Yigilantes, 
 and drive us old ones out. It s rough, it s tough. 
 Total wreck total wreck." 
 
 " Well, Colonel Billy," said Gully, " shake hands and 
 part friends. But it s too late to set out on a journey 
 with your blankets to-night. What ! Won t shake 
 hands ?" 
 
 " Not with you, 1 reckon. Not with you. Pretty 
 low down total wreck but never shook hands with a 
 man that shook his friends, and never will." 
 
 " What do you mean ?" 
 
 " I mean you are a Yigilante. Yes. I know you by 
 by the pure cussedness that s in you."
 
 SO WEARY ! 
 
 " Why, 1 I am not a Vigilante. I am " 
 
 "A liar." 
 
 "What?" 
 
 " Stick to it, Billy !" cried Carrie, as she handed him 
 the knife with which she had been cutting flowers. 
 " He is a Vigilante, and the worst of the lot." And 
 the girl s face was aflame. 
 
 " You are !" shouted the colonel, flourishing his 
 knife. " And you are the man that s been sendin oil 
 all 49 s friends one by one, one by one. And at 
 last you ll send him off, and then Dandy. Oh, you ve 
 got devilment in you bigger than a mule. But I ll go. 
 Total wreck total wreck. I ll see old 49 just once 
 more and go. For he too is played out. An old miner 
 that never did any harm. That for twenty-five years 
 dug out gold from the Sierras to make the world rich. 
 But now never mind. I ll go. I ll go. Total 
 wreck." And he dropped the knife on the table and 
 stumbled down the rocky trail. 
 
 " Now, do you see what kind of a critter you are ?" 
 sobbed Carrie. " Poor, poor old Colonel Billy ! Why, 
 if he owned the whole Sierras, and you come and wanted 
 it, he d give it to you. And here you come," she 
 added, indignantly, " and he must go. You won t let 
 him have even a place to lie down and die in." 
 
 " Carrots, don t be too hard. The man is sent away 
 because he has no visible means of support. All such 
 men must leave the camp. 1 am going to get married 
 and settle down, and I want a respectable neighbor 
 hood." 
 
 "Well, we can t have that w r hile you re around. " 
 
 "No?" 
 
 " No ! Guess you ll go after 49 and Charley next. 
 But if you do, look out for lightnin ."
 
 90 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIEURAS. 
 
 " No, 1 won t ; all such honest and industrious fellows 
 like them will remain, and I will make friends with 
 them." 
 
 " Bet you a forty-dollar hoss you don t make friends 
 with them." 
 
 " Oh, but 1 will ! I am going now to the tunnel to 
 find Charley and 49, and I ll bet you a new silk dress 
 they both come to my wedding. Good- by for a few 
 minutes. I will see Charley, and you will all come to 
 my wedding to-night." And he hurried away. 
 
 " To-night !" mused Carrots to herself, as she still 
 arranged the flowers for Charley. " To-night ! And 
 that nasty Belle is to be married to-night. Well, it s 
 about a match, 1 guess," and as she trimmed the flowers, 
 she sat at the table singing an old negro melody. She 
 arranged the leaves in the basket, and made her bouquet 
 very picturesque, and set it in an old can on the table. 
 " That bucket s for his dinner. "Wonder where I got 
 that song. Think 1 kno wed it always, she muttered ; 
 and she recommenced it. 
 
 The flaming comet returned, poking its fiery nose in 
 the little girl s face. He was drunk and happy. 
 
 " That ain t 49 s Christmas song (hie) that ain t." 
 
 "What! Not gone, Colonel Billy? I m glad of 
 that. " 
 
 " I got a drink (hie) a farewell drink down at the 
 forks of the trail ; a real, genuine, good farewell drink 
 (hie). Feel better. Won t go at all now. " 
 
 " Good. You stay right here. This is the centre of 
 the earth." 
 
 " It is. Why, I couldn t leave this place nohow (hie). 
 I should go round, and round, and round, like the sun 
 around the world, and never, never git away. No ! 1 
 guess I ve dug holes enough in the Sierras to entitle me
 
 SO WEARY ! 91 
 
 to a grave. And I ll stay, (hie) go right back to town 
 and stay. If they want to hang, let ern hang. Don t 
 care anything to be (hie) hanged !" And the poor old 
 colonel tottered on up the trail. 
 
 A few moments passed when young Devine suddenly 
 dashed in, holding a package of papers with a big red seal ; 
 he was fearfully excited, and looked back over liis 
 shoulder, like one pursued. 
 
 11 Why, Charley, how excited you are !" 
 
 " No, no ; never mind that ; where is 49 ?" 
 
 " Why, he was to town, and 1 heard him ask the store 
 man for credit, and the store man said he couldn t have 
 even a cracker any more. So he went off with his gun 
 to get somethin good for our dinner, I guess. But 
 what s the matter, Charley ?" 
 
 " Nothing ; nothing, my child my darling. But can 
 you keep a secret ? Oh, I do wish 49 was here. 
 Can you keep this for me ? Keep it as you would keep 
 gold." And he gave her the broad package of papers. 
 " You will keep it and the secret ?" 
 
 Silently the girl hid the papers in her bosom. 
 
 " Thank you ! Thank you, my my my love, my 
 life. Yes, yes, 1 love you, poor, pitiful little waif of 
 the camp, with all my heart. But there, 1 must go back 
 to the tunnel to my work. Tell no one 1 was here. Do 
 not even whisper it to 49. There !" and eagerly, 
 wildly, he kissed her. Good-by ; 1 will be back soon, 
 soon, soon." And the excited man dashed away as he 
 came. 
 
 " He kissed me ! And he loves me ! Oh, my 
 patience ! Kissed me, and kissed me, and kissed me ! 
 Kissed me three times at onct. It took my breath away. 
 Oh, I m so happy ! He gave me this to keep. I 
 wonder what it is ? And 1 wonder what the secret is ?
 
 92 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIEERAS. 
 
 And what the trouble is ? Trouble ? Trouble ? No ; 
 there is no trouble now. There can never be any 
 trouble any more now, for Charley kissed me." 
 
 As she talked to herself, " 49" entered the door-yard 
 with a hairy ring-tailed coon, his gun on his shoulder. 
 " Hello, Carrots ! Goin to sing the old song for 
 me?" 
 
 " Yes ; and 1 won t never go to old Mississip no 
 more." 
 
 " That s right. You stay right here, and when I 
 strike it ha, ha ! but won t you kiss me ?" 
 
 Carrots was a long time arranging her mouth ; she 
 shrugged up her shoulders, laughing as she remembered 
 Charley s kisses. 
 
 "Yes; oh, yes. There! 1 wanted to to to kiss 
 somebody again !" " 49" started, surprised. " Does 
 it ? Do you ? Did it did it do you as much good to 
 to Do you like as well to be kissed as as Do 
 you feel as splendid as 1 did when when Does it 
 make you tingle all over, and feel comfortable and 
 warm, and summery, when " And here the girl hid 
 her face, and then whirled about and laughed in the old 
 man s beard till she cried. 
 
 " Why, what do you mean ?" 
 
 " He he he he kissed me ; he Charley." 
 
 " Go go go long." 
 
 " Yes, he did. And he said he loved me, and he has 
 gone back Then, suddenly and very seriously, she 
 said, " No, he he he wasn t here to-day ; it was 
 yesterday to-morrow ! 
 
 " Well, I don t care when it was or where it was. 
 He s an honest, square boy ; and when we strike it in 
 the tunnel, I ll make you rich, rich. But it s rough 
 times now. Hain t seen such times since 49."
 
 SO WEARY ! 93 
 
 " 49, tell me somethin . Didn t you never love 
 nobody ?" 
 
 " Why, why, yes, my girl. 1 I loved my mother." 
 
 " I wish I d a had a mother. But, 1 reckon, I never 
 had. No, I guess I never had a mother, 49. : 
 
 " Never had a mother to love ?" 
 
 "No; guess that s why I love Charley, ain t it ? But, 
 now, come, 49, didn t you never have anything to love 
 besides your mother ? Not baby in the cradle ; eh ?" 
 
 " My child, don t ask me that don t." 
 
 " Why I won t, then, 49, if it hurts your feelin s. 
 But I kind o like to talk about such things now." 
 
 " Well, what is it I can tell you about now ?" 
 
 " Why, about yourself. You are always shut up just 
 as tight as a bear in winter-time. Weren t you never 
 young ? And didn t you never love no girl like me ?" 
 
 "Yes, yes, yes." 
 
 " And she didn t love you back ?" 
 
 "She did! God bless her !" 
 
 The girl left her flowers and crossed over to " 49." 
 
 " And why didn t you live with her, then ?" 
 
 " Now, Carrots, you re liftin up the water-gates, and 
 you ll flood the whole mine," he replied, in a weary 
 and half-bewildered tone. 
 
 "Well, I m so sorry, 49. I m so sorry. But 1 
 want to know. I ve got no mother to talk to, 49, and 
 I I want to know how these things come out. Tell me 
 about it, please tell me about her." 
 
 " I will tell you, my honest child, I ll tell you some 
 time." 
 
 "Well, sit down on this rock here. Tell me now, 
 won t you?" 
 
 The girl half led and half forced the feeble old man 
 around and down on to a great flat rock in the door-yard ;
 
 94 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 and so, flowers in hand, sank down at his feet, with her 
 head almost in his lap. 
 
 As if not heeding her, the man looked at the flowers, 
 and caressed her tenderly. 
 
 " And you like those little winter flowers you have 
 gathered from the rocks for Charley and me ? The 
 lowly little flowers ?" 
 
 " Yes, yes, they are so lowly ; and they ain t bright. 
 But they re so sweet, 49. " 
 
 " True, true ! My child, in this cold, hard world 
 the sweetest flowers are lowly. The sweetest flowers 
 grow closest to the ground." 
 
 " And you did love her ? Tell me, 49, tell me." 
 
 Still, in an evasive mood, the old man tried to escape 
 the curious little maid, as he said : 
 
 " And Charley s got a sweetheart ?" 
 
 " Yes, he s got a sweetheart, and I ve got a sweetheart. 
 Now, didn t you never have a sweetheart, 49 ?" 
 
 " No, no, no shoo ! Do you you think it will rain 
 this evenin ? 
 
 li 1 don t know, and 1 don t care. I know I ve got a 
 sweetheart, and Charley s got a sweetheart. And didn t 
 you really never have a sweetheart, 49 ?" 
 
 "My child, I I yes, I ll tell you. I never told 
 anybody. But I ll tell you, and tell you now ; and 
 never, never do you mention it any more, for I can t 
 bear to think about it," and his voice quivered. 
 
 " Why, poor, dear 49, you re all broke up why, 
 I didn t know you ever could cry." 
 
 The old man s rugged cheeks were dashed with tears as 
 lie began between his sobs to tell his story in broken bits. 
 
 " AVell, you see that poor wife leanin her head on 
 the mantel there she stands before me all the time when 
 I turn back to think, and it makes me cry."
 
 SO WEARY ! 95 
 
 " But she she was good and true ?" 
 
 " Good and true ? Good and true ; and pure as the 
 gold I m to find in the tunnel and make you and Charley 
 rich with, my girl." 
 
 " And you will never see her any more ?" 
 
 " Yes, yes, when I strike it in the tunnel. But, 
 then, you see, it was so long, so long, so long ! When 
 I began that tunnel 1 was certain I d strike it in a month 
 then 1 said in a year. And all the time the little boy- 
 baby crowin in its cradle, and its sweet mother bendin 
 over by the mantel waitin , waitin , waitiri ." 
 
 "Dear, dear old "4:9." 
 
 "You see, we Forty-niners never knowed much of 
 books, or were much for writin letters. And then, you 
 know, we wanted to surprise em at home. And so we 
 didn t write, but kept waitin to strike it, and go back 
 and surprise em. A year slipped through my fingers, 
 and another, and another, and another, and another. 
 But I ll strike it yet. I ll strike it yet." 
 
 " Oh, I m so sorry ! I wonder if Charley well, I d 
 never let Charley go off like that no, sir ee ! 
 
 " But there, there ; never mind. I ll see her yet. 
 Yes, I will. And you are goin to be rich, too, some 
 day. Oh, 1 will strike it yet. You will be a great lady 
 some day, see if you won t. But we must get dinner 
 now." And here he put the girl from before him, as 
 he rose and picked up the coon. " It is goin to be a 
 glorious good dinner, too." 
 
 " What are you goin to have ?" 
 
 "This coon !" 
 
 " What s Charley goin to have? lie s been work- 
 in in the tunnel all day." 
 
 " He s goin to have coon, too." 
 
 " Buthe don t like coon."
 
 90 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 " Why not ? Coon is better than horse, or mnle, or 
 dog. I ve tried em all. I have been here since 49, 
 and I reckon I ought to know ; coon is the best thing, 
 for this season of the year, in the world. I have just 
 been yearniii for coon, just been pinin for coon. Set 
 the table, Carrots." Then, going to the cabin and hold 
 ing up the coon, and talking to himself, he said : 
 " Oh, why did you cross my path ? Why wasn t you a 
 deer, or a grouse, or a rabbit, or a squirrel, or anything 
 in this world but a horrible, greasy, ring-tailed coon 2" 
 
 " Poor old 49 ! and he loves her and he left her, 
 too. If Charley should leave me like that, I d As 
 Carrie was thus musing alone Devine came up from behind. 
 
 " You d w r hat, my pretty pet ?" said the young man, 
 as he threw down his pick and specimens and stooped to 
 kiss her. 
 
 " Oh, Charley ! Didn t think you was in a thousand 
 miles of here, or 1 wouldn t have been thinkin about 
 you at all." 
 
 " And really you ought not to think about me. I m 
 not worth thinking about ; so much trouble so much 
 trouble," he added, sadly. 
 
 " Why, what trouble can there be, Charley ? If you 
 love me, and and I love you, and all this beautiful 
 world is ours to love in, why what trouble can there be ? 
 But I must set the table now." 
 
 Devine kissed his hand to her, and sat on the rocks 
 reading a letter just come in from Lawyer Snowe, as she 
 set the table and sang. 
 
 Then suddenly she stopped, and, looking up archly, 
 said : " Oh, Charley, did you hear the news ? Belli) and 
 stop a minute ! Will you take the news a little at a 
 time, or all in a heap ? Well, then, here goes, all at 
 once ! They are to be married to-night !
 
 SO WEARY ! 97 
 
 It was embarrassing news to the young miner. 
 
 " Belle to be married," lie mused, "to that man! 
 And what will Snowe think of me? He must have 
 heard it somehow, and that is why he comes, post-haste." 
 And he again referred to the letter just received. 
 
 " And you used to like her, didn t you ? You used 
 to try to get close to her, and say things, didn t you ? 
 You liked her and she liked the other feller. That s 
 just always the way. Kobody never likes anybody that 
 anybody likes." 
 
 "I never loved Belle." 
 
 " You never loved her ?" 
 
 " I did, and I did not. Listen : a man with a heart 
 must love something. Love the love of woman is as 
 necessary to a real man as the sunlight to a flower. But 
 until a man meets his destiny, reaches his ideal, he must 
 reach out to that which is nearest ; as the vine climbing 
 feebly up to the sun lays hold with its tendrils on what 
 ever it can, so the heart of a man takes hold of the highest 
 nature that comes near his, and there awaits its destiny. 
 Jealousy is born of an instinctive knowledge of this 
 truth." 
 
 The girl started away and then came back. " Hey ?" 
 
 " You don t understand ?" 
 
 " Ko ; that s all Modoc to me." 
 
 " Well, you will understand some time. So run along 
 now. I am sad, and must sit and think." 
 
 " All right ! Just so you don t think about Belle." 
 
 "Hello, Charley!" said " 49," with a cheer and 
 tenderness that meant much, as he came stooping out 
 from the cabin, where he had been preparing the coon 
 for dinner. " Whew ! Coon without ingerns, without 
 crackers. I ain t seen such times, Carrots, since -10. 
 Them flowers smell so, Carrots ?"
 
 98 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 " 1 don t smell nothin , except Lucky Tom." 
 
 " I am as hungry as a wolf, 49. What have you 
 to-day for dinner ?" asked Devine. 
 
 Here Carrots caught up and handed her flowers to 
 Charley. She thrust them in his face for fear he would 
 smell the coon. 
 
 " I brung em I brunged I bringed I brought 
 em from the mountains away up against God s white 
 
 snow. 
 it 
 
 And you are His angel, sent down from the shining 
 gates. California flowers ! How beautiful ! When 
 my what is that I smell ? 
 
 " Flowers !" 
 
 " No ! That s the coon," said " 49," grimly, when 
 lie found he could no longer conceal the truth. " We 
 will have coon for dinner. It is a dinner fit for a king 
 coon straight !" 
 
 The young man saw their embarrassment, and tried to 
 laugh as he said : " If it tastes as it smells, I am afraid I 
 don t want any coon straight." 
 
 "Yes, guess it is the coon, Charley; I thought at 
 iirst it was the flowers. It smells strong enough. 
 Smells stronger than Lucky Tom," said Carrots. 
 
 " Now, look here, both of you. Jnst listen to me. 
 There s a certain time in the year, in this peculiar, 
 glorious climate, when you require a change of diet- 
 when you require coon. I have been here since 49. 1 
 reckon I d ought to know." 
 
 "Of course he knows. He s right. He s always 
 right. I know that coon is well, coon is coon, 
 Charley," added Carrie. 
 
 " Yes, that s a fact. Why, yon couldn t get such a 
 dinner as coon straight in New York for love or money.
 
 SO WEARY ! 99 
 
 No, not even in London, 1 cried brave old " 49 " with 
 splendid enthusiasm. 
 
 Carrots was busy all this time setting the table. 
 
 " There s the salt and the mustard, and where s the 
 pepper? 49, " she cried, "where s the black pep 
 per ? Oh, here s the black pepper. And here s the red 
 pepper. And here s the gray pepper." And with 
 stately and graceful ceremony she set each in its place 
 on the rickety old table, singing snatches of old negro 
 songs. 
 
 " Black pepper, and red pepper, and white pepper, 
 and gray pepper. Anything else ?" laughed Devine. 
 
 " Yes yes ! Here s the toothpicks. What mag 
 nificent toothpicks for this season of the year ! Ding 
 dong, ding dong. First bell." Here " 49" brought 
 in the coon. 
 
 " Brave little Sunshine, let s make the best of it." 
 
 " Will you allow me ?" said Devine, and bending 
 down he crooked his elbow and conducted her to the 
 table. 
 
 " It s a grand thing to live in a country where you 
 can get coon whenever your health requires it," said 
 " 49." 
 
 " It is a delicious coon, Charley," replied the girl, as 
 she pretended to eat greedily, holding her head aside, 
 pretending to be afraid lest the pepper should get into 
 her eyes. 
 
 " It is a grand dinner," said " 49." 
 
 " Some bread, please," asked Devine. 
 
 " Eh ?" 
 
 " You forgot the bread." 
 
 " 1 didn t forget the bread, Charley. You never eat 
 bread with coon. Coon and bread don t go together.
 
 100 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 Injins never cat bread with their coon. I ve been here 
 since 4-9, and I ought to know." 
 
 " But I am not an Indian, and 1 can t eat this coon 
 without bread." 
 
 " You don t expect to get everything coon and bread 
 and everything at once, do you ?" cried Carrots. 
 
 " But I can t eat this without bread !" exclaimed 
 Devine. 
 
 " Look here ; be a good boy and eat your coon, 
 Charley," urged the old man. 
 
 " Hungry as I am, I can t eat this." 
 
 The old man laid down his knife and fork. Risino- 
 
 ?"> 
 
 slowly and sadly, he said, from the bottom of his brave 
 old heart : 
 
 " "Well, then, listen to me. I have done the best I 
 could. 1 tried to hide it all from you, but I can t any 
 more. A good many times, lately, 1 have said I was 
 sick, and I didn t eat. It was because there was not 
 enough for both of us. I wanted you to cat and be 
 strong, so that you could strike it in the old tunnel. 
 Now, there is nothin more to eat. Nothin more for 
 any one. Charle}*, more than twenty years I worked on 
 in that old tunnel there all alone till you came. I 
 believed every day that 1 would strike it. All my com 
 panions are dead, or have made their piles and gone 
 away. All along the long and lonely road of my hard 
 life, I see, as I look back, little grassy mounds they 
 are the poor miners graves. 1 am the last man left. 
 The grass every year steals closer and closer down about 
 my cabin door. In a few \ears more the crass will <n-ow 
 
 / *J O 
 
 over that door-sill, and long, strong, and untrodden it 
 will grow in my trail there ; the squirrels vviil chatter in 
 these boughs, and none will frighten them away for 
 "4-9 will be no more ! And yet, for all that, I have
 
 SO WEARY ! 101 
 
 never complained. 1 did believe, and I do still believe, 
 we will strike it yet. But now but now ! If you lovo 
 me, eat your coon !" 
 
 There were tears in Charley s eyes as he cried : 
 
 " My dear old partner, forgive me. Why didn t you 
 tell me of this before ?" 
 
 " If you love me, eat your coon " 
 
 Carrie looked from one to the other. Her lip was 
 trembling. Tears were on her long, heavy eyelashes. 
 Yet she tried to laugh. 
 
 "Take a toothpick, then," laughed the girl. And 
 then, suddenly serious : "I didn t mean that, Charley. 
 You shan t be without bread. Here !" and she took 
 the loaf from the basket under the table. 
 
 " Wiry, where did you get this ?" 
 
 " Up there, of her old Mississip." 
 
 " Then it s her bread, and we won t eat it," said 
 " 49." 
 
 " It ain t her bread. It was her bread, but I stole it, 
 and it ain t her bread any more. I knowed, 49, you 
 had no bread. They ve got lots of bread, and 1 don t 
 care that" and she snapped her fingers " for the 
 whole lot. Why, it wasn t nothin , was it, Charley ? 
 If it was, I won t never, never steal any more." 
 
 Charley shook his head. " It was stealing, you 
 know," he said, gravely. " But I am riot fit to re 
 proach you. No ; God knows, not I. That man 
 Gully came to me to-day, taunting me with his good 
 fortune and my misery. He came in that tunnel to 
 taunt me. And there, man to man, I fought him, 
 threw him, weak as I was, 49, and took from him a 
 package of papers. I gave it to- her to keep." 
 
 " AV T hy, my boy what ? What do you say, 
 Charley ?
 
 102 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 " I knocked him down and took a package of papers 
 from him." 
 
 " Yes, and I ll keep em, too !" shouted the girl, as 
 she struck her breast. 
 
 " Charley, Charley !" cried " 49." " Beware of the 
 Yigilantes ! The conscience of California ! The 
 Vigilantes !" 
 
 "Well, I ll keep em till the cow r s come home, 
 Vigilantes or no Vigilantes," answered Carrie, sulkily. 
 
 " My poor, poor boy !" said " 49." 
 
 "Gully is one of the Vigilantes, 49, " said the 
 girl, suddenly starting up after a moment. 
 
 " Yes, and so merciless ! Give me that package, girl. 
 I will keep it." 
 
 The girl handed him the package, while the young 
 man timidly asked : 
 
 " Why, what will you do with it ?" 
 
 " When they come for it, boy, as they will, I will 
 give it up. Yes, that s right, Charley. That s squar ! 
 They won t, you know they won t dare to hurt me. 
 Why, I ve been here since 49. They won t hurt me, 
 boy. I m old 49. Oh, they won t hurt me." His 
 affected cheerfulness as he spoke was pitiful to see. 
 
 " You take a great load off my shoulders, 49. Let 
 me tell you that I was robbed of those very papers, 
 which made my mission here worse than useless. 1 
 wrote back to the hard old lawyer, and he has answered 
 gruffly that he will come on and tend to the business 
 himself. He may be here at any moment, and he may 
 find me accused of robbery when he comes." 
 
 " There, there, pard," cried " 49." " It s all right, 
 it s all right. Now, Carrots, a little song one of your 
 pretty little negro melodies that you say you was born 
 a-singin ."
 
 SO WEARY ! 103 
 
 Just as Carrie was about to sing she glanced down the 
 trail and paused ; her eyes opened to their widest extent. 
 
 " The Vigilantes !" cried the girl, as she looked down 
 the trail over her shoulder. All started to their feet as 
 they heard a sullen tread. The Vigilantes strode into 
 the yard, Gully at their head. 
 
 " There !" he shouted, as he pointed at Devine. 
 " That s the man that robbed me." 
 
 " You are the prisoner of the Vigilantes !" said the 
 captain of the company. " Iron him, men !" 
 
 Here the old miner s voice rang out : 
 
 11 Stop ! One word ! You all know me. I ve been 
 here since 49. This boy what do you want ?" 
 
 " The man who robbed me of my papers," shouted 
 Gully. 
 
 " We want the robber," said the captain, respectfully. 
 
 " Yes, we want the robber. I want my papers," 
 roared Gully. 
 
 The old man snatched the papers from his bosom, and 
 as he held them aloft cried: "Here they are, and I 
 am the robber ! 
 
 "What! You, old "49 ?" 
 
 "Yes, I! Old "49."
 
 CHAPTER XI. 
 
 VIGILANTES. 
 
 The morning rmist succeed the night. 
 
 All storms subside. The clouds drive by. 
 And when again the glorious light 
 From heaven s gate comes bursting through, 
 
 Behold ! The rains have washed the sky 
 As bright as heaven s bluest blue. 
 
 THE sun next morning Imrst over the mighty Sierra, 
 summits to the east, and down into the little mining 
 camp, in possession of the so-called Vigilantes, with a 
 glory and splendor unknown to any other land on earth. 
 What cares nature for the petty battles of poor, schem 
 ing, plotting, and ever unsatisfied man ? 
 
 Snowe had come post-haste as he had promised. lie 
 had established himself for the night, along with old 
 black Sam, in Mississip s hotel, while " 4-9" was kept a 
 prisoner in his own cabin by the Vigilantes, waiting trial 
 for his life. 
 
 u 49" had not even yet had the heart to reveal himself 
 to his boy. lie would " strike it" yet in the old tunnel, 
 and then, with heaps of gold, lie would take him to his 
 heart. 
 
 Devino had left " 49," with Carrots at his side, 
 under guard in his own cabin, and sought the shrewd 
 but crabbed old lawyer. The two were returning to the 
 cabin together, where " 49V trial was to be held. The 
 young man was full of concern. lie knew better than
 
 VIGILANTES. 105 
 
 did the old lawyer how quick, merciless, and cruel are the 
 Vigilantes. 
 
 " These Vigilantes," he said to Snowe, " are blood 
 thirsty ; I am so afraid he may have to suffer." 
 
 "Nonsense. Never fear. I never lost a case or 
 made a mistake in my life. No, sir. Never lost a 
 case," retorted Snowe. 
 
 "It s fortunate you came. Of course, he has no 
 money to defend himself with. But I tell you he is in 
 nocent. And rather than see him suffer, I will proclaim 
 myself the guilty party. You will, you must, save him. 
 If he dies, I die with him." 
 
 ; Stuff ! gammon ! rubbish ! You ve got to live ; go 
 to-night to your mother at the railroad station. Left her 
 there till I could come on and fix up this bother about 
 the heiress. She wants to see you, you young rogue, of 
 course ; only two hours away, but it s awful stage- 
 ing. " 
 
 " Yes, I must see my mother ; poor, dear mother. 
 But you will save 49 ?" 
 
 " Save him ! Of course I will save him. 1 never 
 made a mistake, and never lost a case, I tell you." 
 
 " Oli, I am so grateful, so thankful you have come," 
 and tears stood in the young man s eyes. 
 
 u Yes ; you see your mother got alarmed about you 
 when we got your letter. And it did seem to me you 
 had made a fool of yourself. Yes, fool, that s the 
 word. Why, I d just like to see these Californians twist 
 me around their fingers as they have you. I d give them 
 law ! law ! ! Yes, sir, law ! And now, let me see this 
 old "49 !" 
 
 And the brusque and blustering old lawyer attempted 
 to enter the cabin. The guards crossed their guns on 
 his breast.
 
 106 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 " I am a lawyer ; must see the prisoner ; client of 
 mine. I m a lawyer lawyer. Do you understand ?" 
 
 " A lawyer, humph !" muttered the captain. 
 
 "Judge Snowe," whispered Devine, "it is useless 
 to tell them you are a lawyer. Vigilantes never allow 
 lawyers to interfere or even be present at any of their 
 trials." 
 
 The old advocate was for a moment struck dumb. 
 
 In grim silence the guard hustled him off down the 
 trail, black Sam limping after him. 
 
 " A lawyer ! He must be a stranger in California. 
 A lawyer to interfere with the Vigilantes ! Why, we d 
 never get done," muttered the captain, as he turned and 
 began to read some papers. 
 
 " The last hope gone !" sighed Devine, as Gully, 
 entering, shook hands and talked aside with the captain. 
 
 " Well, Captain Hampton, I say, bring him out, and 
 give him a fair trial," said the wily villain, with a 
 srnirk. 
 
 "You will not, you dare not, take that old man s 
 life !" gasped Devine, aside to Gully. 
 
 " I ? No. Of course 1 shall not attempt any such 
 thing. The law the honest miner s law the law of 
 the Vigilantes must take its course. If a man can bo 
 knocked down in this camp and robbed of his property, 
 it s time we knew it." 
 
 " But you know r he is not guilty." 
 
 " Listen. You and I know a great deal more, per 
 haps, than either of us care to tell. If this old man pre 
 fers to die in your place, I am the last man to rob him 
 of that privilege. Yesterday I reached out the olive 
 branch. You chose to knock me down and rob me. 
 lie chooses to take the responsibility of your act, trust 
 ing his gray hairs will save him. Well, I hope they
 
 VIGILANTES. 107 
 
 may. We let him rest all night in his own cabin. We 
 will give him a fair trial now." 
 
 " You, with your mockery and show of justice, are 
 the devil incarnate," hissed Devine. 
 
 " Bring the prisoner out and place him at once on 
 trial," ordered the captain. 
 
 The guards opened the cabin door ; " 49" came forth 
 from his cabin between the guards, followed by Carrots, 
 weeping. 
 
 " Pretty hard on the old man, eh, Carrots ?" sneered 
 Gully. 
 
 The girl turned on him suddenly, the fury of a tigress 
 gleaming in her expression. Her hands were clinched 
 and her eyes aflame as she cried : 
 
 " Now, look here ; 49 never wronged anybody in 
 his life. He didn t rob you. He didn t hurt your head 
 that way, and you know it. You got drunk at your 
 wcddin last night, and fell into a prospect hole. Wish 
 you d broke your neck." 
 
 " Have you any witnesses for your defence ?" asked 
 the captain, in kindly tones, to the silent old prisoner. 
 
 " Yes, he has!" cried the girl, as Colonel Billy 
 tottered up the trail. 
 
 " What witnesses ?" asked Gully. 
 
 " Total wreck !" answered the colonel, taking his 
 place beside " 49." 
 
 " Hello ! Come back to be hung, have you ? 
 What can you swear to against his open confession ?" 
 cried Gully. 
 
 " What do you (hie) require a gentleman to swear to ? 
 I ll- oblige you ; nothin mean about old Colonel Billy 
 (hie) in a case like this." 
 
 " I tell you, boys," cried Carrots, as she turned and 
 appealed to the miners, " he didn t do it. "49 hasn t
 
 108 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 been in that tunnel for a month. Ills back s too stiff ; 
 got rheumatix. Why, lie can t stoop down." And 
 here she bent her neck and reached her face to " 49," 
 who had seated himself on a rock, and whispered sharply 
 in hid ear : " Say yes. Don t shake your head like that. 
 Yes, he s got rheumatix so he can t get np \vhen he s 
 down, and he can t get down when he s np. And the 
 idea that he could whip that yaller dog there ! 
 
 " Carrots, don t don t call names," protested "49." 
 
 " Well, he is a dog, and a yaller dog at that. And a 
 yaller dog is the meanest kind of a dog. Yes, yaller 
 dogs sucks eggs," shouted the furious girl. 
 
 " Well, I m a witness. 1 swear that 49 didn t do 
 it. I swear that the (hie) yaller dog did it himself," 
 blurted out the colonel. 
 
 " IS T o, no ! It s all right, boys. It s all right. lie 
 lias been robbed. It was bad, bad. I m sorry. But 
 he got it back ; and I don t deny it," said " 49." 
 
 " But you shall not suffer for my- my " interposed 
 Devine. 
 
 " Shoo ! speak low. And listen to me, Charley. In 
 the right-hand corner of the further end of the tunnel 
 1 saw by the rocks only yesterday that we are on the 
 edge of a vein, a seam, a river of pure gold." 
 
 " Bad, bad ! It s in his head again," said the colonel 
 to himself, as he tapped his forehead. 
 
 " My dear old pardner, let us forget the tunnel," 
 pleaded Devine. 
 
 " Forget that tunnel ? Forget my twenty-five years 
 of life wasted there ! My wife ? My baby in the 
 lie stopped and shook his head, and then said to him 
 self : "No, there is no baby there now. The baby is 
 here. Charley, I have a favor to ask," he continued. 
 "You will doit?"
 
 VIGILANTES. 109 
 
 " If it costs mo my life !" 
 
 a No, it s not like that. You go now, right now, into 
 the tunnel and bring me the last quartz specimen that 
 fell from your pick" 
 
 " But I cannot leave you." 
 
 " Stop ! You said if it cost you your life. And yet 
 here you refuse to 
 
 " Forgive me. 1 will go. But whatever happens 
 you shall not die." And the young man, after whisper 
 ing a few words in Carrie s ear, bounded away in the 
 direction of the tunnel. 
 
 " There s a great lawyer come, 49, " said Carrots, 
 hopefully. 
 
 " I don t want no lawyer. I want you to listen to 
 me,, Carrots." 
 
 " Yes, I am listening all the time. What is it ?" 
 
 " Carrots, in the furtherest right-hand corner of the 
 tunnel " But the crowd was impatient. The Vig 
 ilantes were waiting, and Gully, who had been con 
 ferring with the captain, came forward and said : 
 
 " Well, if you all insist, of course we must proceed. 
 Have you any other witnesses ?" 
 
 " I have no witnesses but myself, accusing myself." 
 
 " Yes, yon have (hie) plenty of witnesses. I am a 
 standin witness. I swear that I was with 49 all day 
 yesterday, every minute." 
 
 " Can you swear to that ?" asked the captain, eagerly. 
 
 " Certainly (hie) I can, and 1 do." 
 
 " Hold up your right hand." 
 
 In a loud voice, and holding up his left hand, the 
 colonel testified ; " I swear that 49 and me y ester- 
 day-" 
 
 " Hold up your right hand." 
 
 The colonel turned around and shifted his old hat
 
 110 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIEIUIAS. 
 
 from right to left, and from left to right, and again held 
 up his left hand. 
 
 "I swear" 
 
 The captain became angry and impatient, and, forcing 
 up his right hand, roughly cried, " Will you be sworn 
 now ? 
 
 " No ; I ll be hanged if I ll be sworn." 
 
 All for a moment was still. Then the captain signalled 
 Gully to tell his story. 
 
 " Well, upon the oath of our Order, I swear that on 
 last evening, 1, on this very spot, after I had been 
 robbed, accused a party of robbery, and that this old man 
 drew this package from his breast, which had been taken 
 from me not an hour before, and said lie was the 
 robber." And, with a great flourish, the pompous and 
 highly-perfumed gentleman threw the papers on the 
 table. 
 
 " No, I was there. I heard it all, and I swear he 
 never said it," cried Carrots, springing to her feet. 
 
 " Did you say this ?" asked the captain, kindly, for 
 he preferred " 49 s" word to Gully s oath. 
 
 The old man answered, bowing his head, " And I say 
 it now." 
 
 " You hear him ?" shouted Gully, as he stood in line 
 with the Yigilantes. 
 
 There was a silence and a solemnity that were painful. 
 The honest and kindly captain of the Yigilantes, uncover 
 ing his head, solemnly asked : " What shall be his sen 
 tence ? 
 
 " Death !" answered the first Vigilante, uncovering. 
 
 " Death !" answered the second, solemnly. 
 
 " Death !" said the third, with bowed head. 
 
 " Death !" sadly murmured the fourth. 
 
 I vote for life," said Gully, as the captain called
 
 VIGILANTES. Ill 
 
 for his vote, " but, you see, my voice is powerless. The 
 majority rules in our Order." 
 
 " I am satisfied," said " 49," calmly. 
 
 " No, no," cried Carrots, appealing to the VigilfttrtBS. 
 " lie is my father, my mother, my all ! If you take his 
 life, you will kill me." 
 
 " Now just (hie) look at that poor gal," hiccoughed 
 Billy. " Here ! He s some account. If you want to 
 hang anybody hang me. Nobody cares for me. (Ilic.) 
 Total wreck ! Total wreck !" 
 
 " Take this man away. lie ain t worth hanging," 
 said the captain, impatiently, as he pushed the intrusive 
 comet on in its orbit about the camp. 
 
 " Pretty low down, boys ; pretty low down (hie) ; 
 ain t worth hangin . Ain t worth hangin . Total 
 wreck ! Total wreck !" 
 
 " But I tell you I will come in ! I ain t a lawyer. 
 No, I ain t. I am a witness. Yes, I am a witness. " 
 And, fighting the obstinate guard with his umbrella, 
 Snowe, with black Sam at his heels, was once more upon 
 the ground. Charley did not go back to the tunnel to 
 seek for the mythical heaps of gold, but found the old 
 lawyer, and persuaded him to return. 
 
 " Yes," said Sam, getting behind Snowc. " Yes, 
 he s a witness. lie ain t no lawyer dis time, he ain t. 
 He s a witness, sah." 
 
 " Snowe, by the seven fiends ! But what of it ? I ve 
 got the girl. I can afford to laugh at them all now !" 
 cried Gully, pale as a ghost and with quivering lips, 
 lie had been too busy with his schemes of villainy to 
 perceive the newcomer. 
 
 "Yes, I m a witness. Keep me back if you dare, 
 and I ll send the last mother s son of you to State 
 prison. Yes, I ll give you law, law, till you re sick
 
 112 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 of it," sliouted the lawyer, with a flourish of his um 
 brella. 
 
 " But you ain t no lawyer shoo !" whispered Sam in 
 his ear. 
 
 " No, no ! I m a witness." He crossed to the table, 
 took out his glasses, and gazed at the papers with a long 
 and curious gaze. Then sniffed the air, took oil his 
 glasses, polished the crystals with his coat-tail, and then, 
 doubling them up, took in a long breath. 
 
 It was Gully who was troubled now. 
 
 " Great heavens !" he muttered, as he advanced 
 cautiously. " I must get those papers from that table 
 or I am lost." 
 
 " No ! I m a witness !" shouted Snowe suddenly in 
 his startled ear. " Not a lawyer ; a witness !" 
 
 " If you will let me have this property of mine those 
 papers, 1 " 
 
 "What ! Torn Gully, the villainous Gully !" And 
 Snowe put on his glasses to gaze. 
 
 " Yes, Lucky Tom Gully. Perhaps you will know 
 me when we meet next." 
 
 " Well, I think I shall. But as I rarely visit State 
 prisons, perhaps we will not meet again soon." 
 
 Gully disdained to answer, but made an effort to get 
 the papers. 
 
 "lie wants his papers," said " 49." "It is but 
 right he gets em back. I don t deny it, sir. It s hard, 
 just as we are about to strike it in the tunnel. But, sir, 
 you re a lawyer ; take the tunnel, and see that Charley 
 ain t swindled out of it, sir." 
 
 " Now you just hold on, < 49 !" cried Carrots. 
 " Lawyers is smart. And I hearn tell they can make 
 black things look white sometimes. You jest take 
 them papers, Mister, and see if you can t save 49.
 
 VIGILANTES. 113 
 
 Do, do, do ! Them s the papers that makes all the 
 trouble. " 
 
 Snowe looked at her a moment through his glasses, 
 and then clutched up the papers, as if a bright thought 
 had just entered his brain. 
 
 Suddenly the old lawyer stopped, started, puckered 
 his mouth, and gave a long, low whistle of surprise and 
 delight, and Gully knew that at last the tables were 
 turned, that the game was lost. He snatched up his hat, 
 and turned to go. 
 
 " AVhafs your hurry, Store-clothes ?" cried Carrots. 
 
 " Stop, these are my papers !" roared Snowe. 
 " Gentlemen of the jury ! Gentlemen of the villainous 
 Vigilantes jury ! Mine ! My papers ! There s my 
 name ! My papers, stolen from me by that man." 
 
 " But lawyers are tricksters sometimes," said the cap 
 tain, after stopping Gully. 
 
 " We lawyers are your legislators in peace, your 
 generals in war, and your gentlemen always," and 
 Snowe bowed profoundly. 
 
 " And these are your papers, you assert, stolen from 
 you by him ?" 
 
 " My papers, stolen from me by that fragrant and 
 highly-perfumed thief. There ! That s my signature. 
 And there ! That s his odor. Smell him ?" 
 
 " Yes, and it was I who knocked him down in the 
 tunnel yesterday, and took those papers from him," 
 cried Charley, in great excitement. 
 
 " And it served him right," observed the captain, 
 releasing " 49." 
 
 " Oil, "41) ! 4-9 and Charley !" cried the happy 
 Carrots. " 1 want to kiss and hug you both. I ll hug 
 49 and kiss Charley !" And she suited the action to 
 the word.
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 GNOME-LAND. 
 
 In the earth and underground, 
 
 Full a mile or more below, 
 Where the busy gnomes abound, 
 
 "Where their strange gold houses grow : 
 
 Where the smoky gnomes sit grum, 
 Rabbit-faced, knock-knee d, and low ; 
 
 Where, the days may never come, 
 Where the nights may never go : 
 
 There with gleaming rod in hand 
 Smitten rock, an earthquake s shock : 
 
 A stream of gold, a gladdened land ; 
 A Moses and the desert rock. 
 
 Bur the end was not yet, by any means, with Gully, or 
 the old lawyer, or " 49." Each was still full of pur 
 pose and endeavor. The old lawyer must find and save 
 his heiress. Gully must leave Belle to herself, and save 
 himself in sudden and precipitate flight. And old 
 " 49" must strike it in the tunnel, and with heaps of 
 gold claim his son, and forthwith seek the true and 
 tender woman that ever yet leaned her face in her palm 
 and waited, weeping there, by the mantelpiece. 
 
 "With this purpose, " 49" set out the moment he was 
 released, and taking Carrots with him, once more 
 
 O 
 
 entered the tunnel to test the rotten quartz that. had boon 
 discovered there. 
 
 Charley followed, with " 49V gun. IIu felt that
 
 GNOME-LAND. 115 
 
 there was still trouble in the air, and that he must not be 
 unprepared. 
 
 He stopped at the mouth of the tunnel, and the old 
 man went on. It had been a bright, warm morning, and 
 the snow was melting upon the mountain. The mouth 
 of the tunnel was dripping more than usual. The girl 
 saw this, and hesitated to enter. Those born on the 
 border, where life depends on caution, are wary of the 
 elements, and are exceeding watchful. Devine, how 
 ever, noticed nothing unusual, and the girl was silent. 
 As they lingered there, waiting for they knew not what, 
 looking askance, looking down, starting and coining 
 back, saying little nothings, getting bothered and blush 
 ing, as lovers will, a rattlesnake slid down the steep, 
 dripping hillside, rattling as he ran, as though fearing a 
 foe that no venom could reach. The young man lifted 
 his gun and shot the reptile through the head. 
 
 Carrie at last, as if playing hide-and-seek, and laughing 
 at her own fears, lowered her pretty head, and, darting 
 forward, disappeared in the dark and forbidding tunnel, 
 while Charley shouldered his gun and sauntered away. 
 
 She reached the old man. lie was stripped to the 
 waist, lie was wild with excitement anchdelight. No, 
 he knew it was there ! It could not escape him after all 
 those years. She had never seen him so strong and sup 
 ple in her life. 
 
 He caught her in his arms and sat her upon a pile of 
 quartz in a corner, and then bowed down at her feet and 
 called her a little queen. He said he had set her on a 
 throne of gold. 
 
 How she cried, and how she clung to his neck and 
 kissed him there ; a half mile away, in the dark and 
 dripping earth, she was thinking of what had just passed. 
 He was thinking of what was to come.
 
 11G 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 Then how they did plan and build their castles of 
 gold ! "Building as such castles are always built. For 
 not a particle of gold had as yet been found. 
 
 Charley should know nothing about it ! Xo, not one 
 word, till he was right certain he loved Carrots almost 
 to death. As if she did not know that already ! 
 
 At last her apron was spread out and tilled with 
 quartz, as if it was gold. And " 49," taking the 
 candle from his hat, filled the old hat, as a boy merrily 
 fills his cap with golden apples ; then, taking the candle 
 in his hand, they started for the mouth of the tunnel. 
 They had to stoop over as they groped along. Now and 
 then the old man would stumble under his load and 
 almost fall. Then Carrie would banter and laugh 
 merrily at his tall figure, which was ill-suited for grop 
 ing along with a great load. And thus stumbling, fall 
 ing, laughing, and bantering each other like school-chil 
 dren, they drew near the mouth of the tunnel. 
 
 Carrie missed a shaft of light, so familiar to them 
 both, as they turned a little angle in the tunnel. 13ut 
 she said nothing. She still tried to laugh, as she 
 stumbled, but it was such a laugh as might come up from 
 a grave. She hastily staggered on a few yards further. 
 She stopped ; then she hurried on, and suddenly found 
 she stood almost to her knees in the cold, muddy water. 
 The girl dropped her quartz with a dull splash, and 
 hastened back to where the old man stood holding up 
 the candle before his eyes and trembling in every limb. 
 The water had followed her back, and was rising fast. 
 
 She took the candle, which was about to fall from his 
 trembling hand. They looked each other in the face, 
 but neither spoke. They both understood too well the 
 awful truth. 
 
 She turned and waded down the sloping tunnel till she
 
 GNOME-LAND. 117 
 
 stood in the water to her waist. There was no light, no 
 sound- 1 nothing. The mountain-side had slid down and 
 shut them up in a living tomb. No power on earth 
 could roll away the stone. She felt that they would 
 never, never pass through the mouth of that tunnel any 
 more. She returned to " 49" and took him by the 
 hand. "Come! come back!" she said; "see, the 
 water is rising fast." 
 
 "But what can we do back back there?" pleaded 
 the old man, piteously, as he dropped his quartz and 
 mechanically allowed himself to be led back deeper into 
 the heart of the mountain. 
 
 She did not answer. "What, indeed, could they do 
 back there, but sit down arid wait an hour, and then 
 die? 
 
 Both were silent. He was thinking of his boy. Oh, 
 if he only knew ! If he only knew of the gold that was 
 to be his and hers ! 
 
 She was thinking of the green trees above her, as she 
 groped back ahead of the water that slowly crept along 
 the trtnnel after her. She was thinking of the flowers 
 of the flowers she had gathered for him. She was think 
 ing of the bright and beautiful sun. 
 
 Oli, but to see the sun again ! Oh, but to look up 
 out of a chasm in the earth, and see a single ray of 
 light ! Oh, but to be a bird ! But to be a squirrel, and 
 leap from limb to limb ! Now that the world was shut 
 out from her, she remembered how beautiful it was. 
 
 She thought if she could only see a single little flower 
 nodding in the sun, she could sit down and love it, and 
 love it tenderly all her life. 
 
 The old man was dazed helpless. She led him back 
 to the extreme end, and there they crouched down 
 together to wait. To wait for what ? Death !
 
 118 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 The water came, touched their feet, their knees, the air 
 escaping through the crevices in the rocks above. The 
 candle burned to its socket, and dropped through the 
 iron ring into the water with a strange cry, as if it died 
 in despair. 
 
 The tunnel was now totally dark. The girl felt 
 about, and drew up from the water and heaped up a pile 
 of rocks in the highest corner. She placed the old man 
 on this, and sat at his feet. The man put out his long 
 bony arms, wound them about her, and drew her as far 
 as he could from out the water. She felt the cold tide 
 touch her bosom, and then she knew that all would soon 
 be over. Maybe we d better try to pray. Can you pray, 
 49 ? Father, can you pray ? Then pray for Carrie, 
 for she is not fit to die ;" and the girl s heart, for tho 
 first time in all her life, began to fail her as she clung to 
 the old man s neck. 
 
 " Child ! that confession is your prayer for us both." 
 And the two drew closer together closer together in 
 death, even, than they had been in life.
 
 CHAPTER XI11. 
 
 A CLOUD OF DUST. 
 
 Ay, you are stricken ! Yes, I know 
 
 Your wounds are deep. Silent you bleed, 
 
 Alone and mortally. And oh, 
 
 Sweet friend, God knows you need 
 Compassion while you fight and bleed. 
 
 But know, dear, stricken, bowed-down friend, 
 
 The worst that ever may befall 
 
 Is death, which happeneth to all, 
 Dear, honest, high-born death, sweet friend, 
 While God stands waiting at the end. 
 
 YOUNG Devine had stood a moment leaning on his gun 
 after the girl darted away in the tunnel, thinking of her, 
 her beauty, her simple truth and sincerity, loving her 
 with all his heart. Then he shouldered his empty 
 weapon and started to the cabin. As he did so, there 
 was a crash ! He ran back, and his blood froze with 
 horror as an avalanche from the mountain side thundered 
 down and covered the mouth of the tunnel. The terror 
 that fell upon him at this sight was beyond words. 
 
 The young man almost fell in a swoon. Then remem 
 bering that the girl was buried there, he tried hard to 
 think what to do. Were they crushed and utterly dead ? 
 Or were they still alive, and doomed to die by inches 
 there ? He looked at the avalanche before him. It would 
 take hours at least to remove it and reach them. 
 
 Suddenly the thought of the other side flashed through
 
 120 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 his brain the other tunnel. Tie remembered the 
 strokes of the pick he had heard so often from that other 
 tunnel the tunnel of their mortal enemies. He dashed 
 down at incredible speed and around the point, and 
 reached the mouth of it. 
 
 There was a man washing out a panful of earth down 
 by the stream in the edge of the willows. Devine 
 shouted with all his might, but the man did not hear. 
 This was drunken old Colonel Billy. The terror of the 
 Vigilantes had made him prodigiously industrious. lie 
 had resolved to reform. So he had not time to hear or 
 look up. 
 
 Devine turned to dash into the heart of the tunnel 
 where he hoped the two men, Dosson and Emens, were 
 at work. 
 
 At that moment these two men were coming out. 
 They were bowed down, loaded down, and were cursing 
 each other and quarrelling fiercely. He set his gun 
 against the wall and darted past them. They did not 
 see him, for the sunlight dazed them ; and then they 
 were too deep in their deadly hate. He shouted to them 
 as he ran into the tunnel, but they did not hear. 
 
 They were loaded down with gold They had struck 
 the vein. And these men were but hardened and 
 embittered by their good fortune. Each wanted it all. 
 One hated the other for the fact that the other should 
 have half of this mountain of gold. 
 
 As Devine groped on, deeper and deeper into the 
 tunnel, he heard a pistol-shot behind him. He won 
 dered at this. Could they be shooting at him ? Then 
 he rememered that they were in a deadly quarrel. 
 Possibly they were at death-grips. 
 
 lie soon reached the end of the tunnel, for it was not 
 nearly so deep and long and crooked as the other, and
 
 A CLOUD OF DUST. 121 
 
 was entranced to find a candle there, still burning in the 
 little iron ring in the wall, lie caught up a pick with 
 all the strength and fury of a madman. lie dashed his 
 full force against the wall before him. Water was 
 oozing through ; and under his feet where he stood were 
 sheets and seams of shining gold. 
 
 Again he struck. Again and again. But the wall 
 was a wall of stone. It had no heart. It had stood 
 there thousands of years amid earthquake and tempest. 
 Why should it yield to his prayers ? He flung down the 
 pick and hastened out in utter despair. 
 
 At the mouth of the tunnel there lay Emeus, dead. 
 Dosson was gone. The man who had been so listlessly 
 working at the edge of the river was also gone. His 
 great Mexican wooden bowl lay floating in the stream. 
 Old Colonel Billy s hat lay where he had been panning 
 out. Who had killed Emens ? And where was the 
 murderer hidden ? 
 
 The dead man lay there with a bullet through his 
 brain. Heaps of gold were around him. His eyes were 
 wide open. He did not care for this gold now. He lay 
 there staring helplessly up to heaven. 
 
 But Devine had not time to attend to the dead. The 
 living must be looked after. Leaving the gun still lean 
 ing against the wall, he hastened back again and around 
 to the tunnel of old " 49," wild, desperate. He hardly 
 knew what he did now. But the flinty wall before him 
 in the Dosson tunnel had broken his heart with its ob 
 stinacy. Breathless he came to the mouth of their own 
 tunnel where he had last seen Carrie enter. Ah ! for 
 help now from enemy or friend ! But no human being 
 was in sight or hearing. And what had become of Col- 
 
 o o 
 
 onel Billy ? 
 
 Colonel Billy, who had been seen working so indus-
 
 122 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 triously on the edge of the willows, near the mouth of 
 the tunnel, had not heard the hot quarrelling, any more 
 than he had heard the shout of young Devine for help. 
 He was working, not only for bread, but for character, 
 and drink. He was thirsty, and when he was thirsty 
 he could work very hard. He had not tasted whiskey 
 for a half day. lie perhaps had not tasted bread for a 
 whole week. Yet that was not such a hardship. 
 
 But he did hear the pistol-shot. He dropped the 
 great wooden Mexican bowl in the water, and sprang up. 
 He wheeled about, peered forth from the willows, and 
 saw a man reel, fall, and another bend over him. lie 
 saw that this was Dosson. lie saw, also, that he had a 
 smoking pistol in his hand. 
 
 He saw Dosson place his hand on the fallen man s 
 heart, then rise up, look around, stoop, and pick up a load 
 of something from the ground. 
 
 Then the cautious old colonel, who could not readily 
 forget the lesson, he had received, hid back in the 
 willows, while the other stole down to the water, hitched 
 up his pants, and hastily waded across. He saw this 
 man stoop, look up, down, right, left, and then enter 
 the mouth of an old deserted tunnel that lay there gaping 
 at the sinking sun. 
 
 The man had dropped something when he stopped to 
 hitch up his pants. Timidly the old colonel stepped out 
 and picked it up. It was gold ! A shining nugget of 
 gold. The earth had opened her stony lips and uttered 
 this. It was as a new-born child to the half-demented 
 old miner. He hugged it to his heart, and started in a 
 run for the saloon. 
 
 He dashed, all breathless, into the den. Old men, 
 young men, miners, loafers, thieves, lay around, loafed 
 on benches, or lounged on barrel-heads and kegs.
 
 A CLOUD OF DUST. 123 
 
 Colonel Billy was out of breath. He could not 
 speak ; but he thundered the piece of gold, down on the 
 pine-board counter, and pecked at his bottle. The gold 
 spoke for him. Poor fool ! Gold to him meant drink. 
 
 With one hand the amazed barkeeper handed forth 
 the fullest bottle, and with the other covered the great 
 glittering specimen, and drew it in toward him. 
 
 Colonel Billy, with trembling hands, filled the tumbler 
 to the brim, and drained it at a gulp. The boys began 
 to wake up. The barkeeper lifted the piece of gold in 
 the air. It was like a rising sun. 
 
 They were awake in an instant, and came rushing 
 forward. 
 
 Colonel Billy still held on to the neck of his bottle. 
 He beckoned to the boys, and as he filled and emptied 
 his glass again, they ranged alongside, and drank with 
 haste and precision. 
 
 And again they all drank together. Then they 
 crowded around. They pulled the fast-failing colonel 
 this way and that, and asked questions wildly, almost 
 savagely, as they held on to him. If he did not speak 
 instantly, they would tear the secret from his throat. 
 At last he caught his breath, and blurted out : 
 
 " Gold ! gold ! Dosson ! Dosson s tunnel ! Dead ! 
 dead ! dead ! And and " 
 
 The old colonel caught at the corner of the counter. 
 Then he clutched at the shoulder of a red-shirted miner 
 as he passed. But no one would stop now. The tide 
 passed out and on toward the tunnel, leaving only the 
 barkeeper and Colonel Billy, blind-drunk, behind. 
 
 The brave old colonel spun about for a second, as the 
 barkeeper stood behind the counter calmly washing his 
 tumblers, with his eye fastened to the nugget, and then 
 clutching wildly in the air, fell back in a dark corner
 
 IX-i 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 between tM 7 o barrels, and lay there like a man that was 
 dead. 
 
 The half-drunken mob reached the mouth of Dosson s 
 tunnel, breathless and wild with excitement. There lay 
 the dead man. There stood the gun. " It s 49 s, : 
 they cried. It was his gun. And they had seen his 
 partner, young Devine, with that very gun on his 
 shoulder that very hour. Yes, a dozen of them had seen 
 him with that gun on his shoulder as he and Carrots 
 went up toward old " 49V tunnel J And as he came 
 back, too. 
 
 They took the dead man with them, and the gun. 
 There was something terrible in the anger of this half- 
 drunken mob, as they moved on up past the saloon, 
 after again drinking deeply at the expense of Colonel 
 Billy and the nugget, up to the cabin of t( 49," bearing 
 the dead man along. 
 
 " They knew it would come to this ! They knew this 
 feud would end in blood ! And then to shoot the man 
 when he had struck it, too !" 
 
 "And then to lie at the mouth of the tunnel, and 
 shoot him as he came out from his work." 
 
 " To shoot him when he was blinded by the sunlight 
 and could not see to fight." These and like sentiments 
 of old-fashioned justice were heard on every side from the 
 mob. 
 
 It was hard. This young man Devine had made few 
 friends. lie was a manly man, much like his father in 
 this. 
 
 There are men who go about the world making 
 friends, on purpose to use them. 
 
 There are men who hoard up friends as a miser hoards 
 up money. There are two kinds of meanness. One is 
 a money meanness, the other is a character meanness.
 
 A CLOUD OF DUST. 135 
 
 There are men very generous with their money, who are 
 as stingy with reputation as it is possible to be. Stop 
 and think of this, and draw a line carefully between the 
 man who makes friends to use and the man who makes 
 friends from his very manhood, as a rich field grows a 
 golden harvest. 
 
 As the mob passed up to " 49V cabin, Mississip fell 
 in and cheered it on. Now she would have her re 
 venge ! Now that meddler would get his reward. She 
 chuckled to herself as she thought of the gold, the ricli 
 mine which would be all Dosson s and hers, now that 
 Emens was dead. Emens dead ! She wanted to hug 
 the young man for killing him. But this young man 
 must die, too. She would make a clean sweep of all. 
 And if only that girl could be brought into it likewise ! 
 How she hated her ! This girl was growing more beau 
 tiful every day. She was more beautiful than Belle, 
 and she hated her as never before. 
 
 The mob laid down the dead man at the door, and fell 
 back a little, in conference. Then it was that the 
 strongest and boldest minds in that rude assembly came 
 to the surface and stood at the head. They organized in 
 one moment. 
 
 As young Devine had come again to the mouth of 
 " 49V tunnel, this living tomb, he perceived that the 
 water was oozing, spouting, and bursting, and that the 
 mass of earth was moving. It was perilous to approach 
 alone, so he turned and hastened back for help. As he 
 approached the cabin he found himself a prisoner. 
 
 A tall, bearded man lifted his slouch hat, and said to 
 Devine : 
 
 " You are accused of murdering this man. You are 
 to be tried for your life ; tried now. This is our wit 
 ness," pointing to the dead. " Where is yours ?"
 
 CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 OUT OF THE DAKKNESS. 
 
 A little bird flew quickly out, 
 And, singing, circled sharp about, 
 
 Then back, deep hiding in its tree ; 
 And there, as if the whole world heard, 
 The sweet-voiced, fluttered little bird 
 
 Began its morning minstrelsy. 
 
 FIRE is not nearly so terrible an element for good or 
 ill as water. This every old miner knows too well. 
 The pent-up water drives everything before it. Let it 
 once accumulate its forces and even the- mountain 
 must yield. 
 
 When the flood in " 49V tunnel had reached the 
 girl s neck, and while she was bravely holding up her 
 old friend to the last, she suddenly felt the waters begin 
 to recede. Then there was a burst as of thunder, and, 
 like an outgoing tide, the flood turned, and the two, with 
 prayers of gratitude too deep and holy for words, rose 
 up and groped their way to the blessed light, the birds, 
 the flowers, the far, fair sky God. 
 
 " 49 still held in his hand one little fragment of 
 quartz as they slowly staggered on toward the cabin, drip 
 ping and drying in the hot overhanging sun. lie lifted 
 it up, looked at it long and eagerly. Then, with a deep 
 sigh, he threw it away. Jso sign of gold yet. lie must 
 still wait a while before he takes his boy to his heart. 
 
 Busy with his own plans for discovering and saving
 
 OUT OP THE DAItKNESS. 127 
 
 his heiress, and knowing he would be detained an in 
 definite time at Sierra, the shrewd old lawyer, Snowe, 
 after the trial of " 40," had left Charley to his own 
 pursuits, and had sent for the youth s mother to come to 
 Sierra that evening. It was now clear to the Vigilantes 
 that he was indeed a lawyer, so he was not permitted to 
 appear for the young man or to say one word in his 
 defence. He was allowed, however, to tell him that his 
 mother was coming, and would soon be at his side. 
 
 When the chief of the Vigilantes had laid his hand on 
 the young man s shoulder and told him he must be tried 
 for murder, Devine did not speak. His face was lifted 
 to the mountain before him. Far up beyond, and around 
 the brow of a pine-topped peak, curved and corkscrewed 
 the stage road. There was a cloud of dust dimly visible 
 in the sunset. The stage was descending to the camp. 
 " Have you any witnesses ?" 
 The young man started, then answered : 
 " AVhy, everybody knows I would not do this. There 
 is my partner, 49 ; he has been with me all the time 
 since I came here." 
 
 " Has he been with you to-day ? Every minute ?" 
 " Yes, every second !" shouted " 49," who was lost 
 in bewilderment. " 49 " was a hero a man who could 
 die for another. True, not of that loftiest race of 
 heroes men who deem a lie worse than death. Letting 
 go the doorpost, and limping over to Charley, he said to 
 himself, " You don t get anything against Charley out of 
 me, Mr. Vigilantes. Not it I know myself, you don t ! 
 Arid I ve been here since 49." 
 
 "Well, AVC seldom swear respectable men in our 
 courts. But, as you are his partner, 1 think I will swear 
 you. Take oil your hat, and hold up your right hand. 
 !Now be sworn."
 
 128 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 The old man took off his hat, held his two hands 
 high in the air, and began, eagerly. 
 
 " Well, he stopped with me here all yesterday ; lie 
 slept with me all last night ; he has been with me all to 
 day. There !" 
 
 " But will you be sworn ?" 
 
 " I ve got nothing more to swear to. I didn t hear 
 him say nothin at all not one word about killin any 
 body. 
 
 " But will you be sworn ?" 
 
 " Ive got nothin more to swear to, I tell you. I 
 swore to every tiling 1 know." 
 
 " Will you be sworn ?" repeated the Vigilante. 
 
 " Yes ! He worked in the tunnel yesterday. He 
 slept with me last night. He ate breakfast with me this 
 mornin . He has been with me all day to-day. 
 There !" 
 
 " But will you swear to that ? Can anybody swear to 
 that?" 
 
 " If anybody swears to that will that save him ?" 
 
 " Yes. If anybody can swear to that it will save 
 him," was the solemn reply. 
 
 "Well, 1 can!" cried Carrots, eagerly; and lifting 
 her face, with clasped hands, the girl cried : " By the 
 good God, I swear Charley slept with 49 last night ! 
 He stayed with him yesterday. He has been with him 
 all day, and " 
 
 " Carrie ! Carrie ! it is not true ! You will go to the 
 bad world for this !" protested young Devine, in a hoarse 
 whisper. 
 
 Well, then, I dare to go to the bad world ! retorted 
 the frenzied girl, as she sprang up and seized his hand 
 and attempted to lead him back into the cabin away from 
 the crowd,
 
 OUT OF THE DAliKNESS. 129 
 
 " There ! That s all right ! It s all right now. I 
 swore to all they wanted, I did," she cried. 
 
 But why detail the sad conclusion. From the first 
 Devine was doomed. 
 
 It was of no avail. The man was sentenced to die. 
 
 As the Vigilantes stood with uncovered heads while the 
 leader pronounced the ghastly death -sentence, Colonel 
 Snowe came up the trail, a lady on his arm. This lady 
 was travel- worn and covered with dust. The Vigilantes, 
 rough and immovable as they were, did not refuse to 
 allow a lady to approach. They were silent and respect 
 ful as the woman entered their lines. Behind the, 
 colonel and lady lingered the old negro, with head as 
 white as wool. The young man did not see the party. 
 He was still looking the other way ; looking at the 
 mountains ; looking for his mother that mother who 
 was to arrive but to kiss his lips ere they would be sealed 
 in death. 
 
 Who has not seen a child waiting for mother to come ? 
 Nothing but mother will satisfy it. All the gold, all 
 the good things of earth a king s praise, the smiles of a 
 queen, diamonds, laces, and lands all are as nothing 
 compared to one word, one look from her from mother ; 
 and though plain, and haggard from toil, pale from 
 hunger, weak and withered God bless the mothers, 
 every one ! 
 
 But here was a man a strong man -waiting for 
 mother. He was sentenced to die. But somehow his 
 old child-feeling came over him now. He wanted to 
 see mother. He waited for mother ; he wanted only 
 mother. 
 
 The old red-faced monster that hovered on the edge 
 of the mob, inciting it, waiting for Dosson, wondering 
 where he was all the time, expecting him every moment,
 
 130 49, THE GOLU-SEEKEE OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 so that she might share the joy of revenge with him 
 this creature pushed her way up to the strangers, and, 
 with grinning and leers, told them in brief, and after a 
 barbarous fashion, the bitter and awful chronicle. 
 
 The distracted mother, with a wild shriek, caught her 
 son in her arms. Then, as old " 49" shrunk back, 
 helpless, half -crazed from the unendurable excitements 
 and scenes of the day, the mother turned to the leader 
 of the Yigilantes, who stood with his hat in his hand, 
 his head bowed before her. 
 
 "It is my boy," began the woman, holding her dar 
 ling s head to her breast, and then putting it back, kissing 
 him, and looking him in the face. " It is it is my 
 boy, my Charley." 
 
 11 Mother," gasped the youth, " you find me ashamed 
 to lift my head. 1 tried to get on, mother. I did 
 reform. I went to work ; I worked night and day. 
 Mother, I did reform ; but all all was against me !" 
 
 " "Why did you do this thing ?" said Snowe, bitterly, 
 while " 49, from his retreat back on the edge of the mob, 
 craned his neck, and listened as only such a sorrowing 
 man could. He felt assured that his son had killed this 
 man ; and he felt, too, that the dead man deserved 
 death. 
 
 " Why did you do this thing ?" urged Snowe. 
 
 " I swear before Heaven I did not. I am as innocent 
 as my dear mother here," replied Charley, his head 
 proudly erect. 
 
 " 1 know you arc innocent ! I know you are inno 
 cent. You shall not swear to me that you are innocent. 
 I know it. Lay your head on my breast and rest, my 
 tired, heart-broken boy. They shall not touch you now 
 no more now ! Ko more, no more, no more !" wailed 
 the agonized mother.
 
 OUT OF THE DARKNESS. 131 
 
 " Oh, mother, 1 am so glad you have come ! But 
 see ! What will they do with me ? Oh, mother, I have 
 waited and waited for you ! But see ! They want 
 me ! cried Devine. 
 
 " Nothing nothing shall harm you. My boy, all will 
 1)0 well ! But now come away. You look so wretched ! 
 You must have some clothes ; you must rest, and then 
 you will tell me all about these great mountains, and we 
 will go home together, and we will have a splendid time 
 together, Charley. " 
 
 " 1 tried to make money, mother, so as to come back 
 to you, and take care of you," he said, tremblingly. 
 
 " Yes yes ; come along, Charley, and never mind 
 the money. Let us get out of these mountains, my dear, 
 dear boy. Come along. Never mind. Leave every 
 thing. If I only have you, I am happy." And the 
 poor mother tried to lead him away. 
 
 " He must remain," protested the captain, mildly. 
 
 The woman held her boy to her breast, and pressed 
 his head down to her shoulder, and stroked his hair ten 
 derly as she said : 
 
 " But, sir, you know he is my boy. lie is my son 
 my only son. Why, sir, 1 have come all the way to Cali 
 fornia, and into these wild mountains, to find him, to see 
 him, sir, and now 
 
 " But he is accused of crime ; and, madam, I am very 
 sorry, but he must remain." 
 
 " But, sir but, sir Stand close to me, Charley, 
 close to your mother, Charley You know, sir, I for 
 give him. lie may have been a little bit wild, sir, but 
 he will not be so anymore. 1 am his mother ; he is my 
 eon my only child, sir. Oh, he is so good and so true ! 
 lie was always so kind to his mother ; you would have 
 loved him for that, I know. Sir, do not keep us here.
 
 132 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 You see lie is BO weak lie is hungry ; lie is faint and 
 famishing. Come, Charley, come ; come away." 
 " Madam, he cannot come." 
 " And why can he not come with his mother ?" 
 " He is convicted of a crime, and must die."
 
 CHAPTER XV. 
 
 PUKE GOLD. 
 
 What though on peril s front you stand? 
 
 What though through lone and lonely ways, 
 With dusty feet, with horny hand, 
 
 You toil unfriended all the days, 
 
 And die at last of man s dispraise ? 
 
 Would you have chosen ease, and so 
 Have shunned the fight ? God honored you 
 
 With trust of weighty work. And oh ! 
 The Captain of the Heavens knew 
 His trusted soldier would prove true. 
 
 THE Vigilantes make short work of what they take in 
 hand. A few hours for prayer, farewells, and that is 
 all they allow to those whom they condemn to death. 
 
 Devine sat in the cabin alone, under sentence of 
 death, while the guard at the door paraded solemnly up 
 and down. The young man arose and walked to and 
 fro, and muttered to himself : 
 
 " And so 1 must die ! Oh, it is fearful, and 1 inno 
 cent innocent ! Poor mother ! Poor, broken-hearted 
 mother ! That last farewell- it will kill her," and the 
 wretched youth groaned in mental agony. " 1 am to he 
 shot shot to death at dawn, and these are my grave- 
 clothes," said the man, bitterly, as he stood before the 
 habiliments of death a black cloak and hat. 
 
 The Vigilantes had again turned this old cabin into a 
 prison. They had taken up the dead man s body from 
 before the door, and laid it in a grave. They had, in-
 
 134 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 deed, dug two graves one for the dead, one for the 
 living. 
 
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 There was a parley at the cabin door, and then the 
 old miner, " 49," bowed, trembling, crushed, came 
 tottering in. 
 
 " My boy, my poor lone boy," he began ; " you must 
 jiot die now. We will strike it in the tunnel. Gold ! 
 gold ! Heaps of gold ! Enough for your poor mother ! 
 Enough for us all ! Enough for the world !" 
 
 " Poor old man !" thought Charley, tears in his eyes. 
 " 1 knew that that tunnel would turn his head at last. 
 "When I am laid below the sod, he, the last of the grand old 
 men of the Sierras, will wander about the land, a tramp, 
 a homeless, helpless old man, still talking of that tunnel." 
 
 " If anything happens to me, and if you if you do 
 get out of this, promise me that you will go back to the 
 tunnel once more," pleaded the old man. " Promise 
 me that you will go back there yourself, though it be 
 years and years. For there, in the right-hand corner 
 in the right-hand corner of the tunnel 
 
 " Please, my dear old partner, be calm," gently inter 
 posed Devine. " My dear old friend, this trouble has 
 shaken your mind. But be calm, in these my last 
 moments. To-morrow to-morrow you can talk of your 
 tunnel. Ah ! as the old song ran, We will all reform 
 to-morrow ! Then he said to himself ; " And where 
 will I be to-morrow ?" 
 
 " But," persisted "49," "I tell you we will strike 
 it ! It s no time to die now." 
 
 He had not yet heard of the mass of gold discovered 
 on his lode, only a few feet away from where his pick lay 
 rusting in the tunnel. Who to tell him of it? Califor- 
 nians knew how to keep such secrets. If he had only 
 known of it, how quickly he would have clasped wife
 
 PURE GOLD. 135 
 
 and boy to his bosom, and laughed at the claims of others 
 to his gold. 
 
 But the boy was not thinking of gold. " And Carrie ? 
 Where is Carrie ?" he said. " I am to die. I am to be 
 shot to death at dawn. Why could she not have come to. 
 me ? She, of all, to stay away at such a time as this." 
 
 A sob close behind u 49," and he folded the loving 
 girl in his arms. 
 
 " I gathered them in the dark, and in the moonlight 
 on the mountain," sobbed the poor child, handing him 
 a heap of flowers. " I thought you would like to have 
 some, you, who love flowers so. Why, you look 
 awful nice, don t you ? But I wouldn t have put them 
 on ; I should have died ragged and wretched, like like 
 your poor, ragged, wretched, little Carrie." 
 
 Taking her apron from her eyes, she saw the black 
 cloak and hat. 
 
 " Why, what are these for ?" she cried. 
 
 " To die in," answered the young man, bitterly. 
 
 "To die in? Oh, here in these pure white moun 
 tains, what is so hard as man ?" and she bowed her head 
 and wept bitterly. 
 
 It was already growing gray in the east. The hour of 
 execution had come. There was a trampling of feet and 
 a sound of voices at the door. Then some men with 
 guns entered, one of whom informed the prisoner that 
 his last hour had arrived. The leader of the party 
 turned to the girl and said : 
 
 " You must come away. We are ordered to bring 
 you away at once. I will allow you one minute only. " 
 
 The girl still refused to go. She threw herself into 
 the young man s arms, and, in a whirlwind of grief, 
 shrieked : " You shall not die ! 49, save him ! Save 
 him ! I will not go if you do not promise to save him !
 
 136 49, THE GOLD-SEEKEli OF THE SIEKKAS. 
 
 Promise me ! Say you will save him ! Say you will 
 you will. Say you will save him or die !" 
 
 A moment s pause. 
 
 " I I 1 will save him or die !" said the old man, 
 solemnly. 
 
 " You have promised." 
 
 "1 have promised," the words coming slowly and 
 solemnly as the sound of a death-bell. 
 
 " You will keep that promise ?" 
 
 11 I will keep that promise." 
 
 " Come, come," urged the guard, dragging her away. 
 
 " Ah, my dear old partner ! Think no more about the 
 promise," cried Devine. " You are absolved from a 
 promise made as that was made." 
 
 " If ever you do get out of this, go back to the 
 tunnel ; in the right-hand corner of the main drift 
 
 " My dear old friend, forget that tunnel for a 
 moment. Do you know that 1 am to die in less than 
 half an hour ? Let us talk a little of the better world, 
 for I am now done utterly done with this 
 
 11 But there, in the right-hand corner 
 
 Young Devine took the old man s hand tenderly as 
 he sat on the edge of the bed, and, looking in his face, 
 said : " My friend, stand by my side but a few moments 
 more. I feel the sands crumbling from under my feet 
 as 1 M T alk by the ocean of eternity. ~No no, my friend, 
 do not feel so sadly, do not weep. Tis but a puff of 
 smoke, and all is over. The sun will rise to-morrow just 
 the same. The world will take its daily round of rest or 
 strife, just as before. But I hut 1 will take no part or 
 place in anything that is. For I I shall rest rest rest. 
 
 " Oh, that I could die for you ! You ! So young ! 
 So full of life, and health, and heart, and hope," 
 groaned " 40."
 
 PUKE GOLD. 137 
 
 " No ; consider what I sliall escape. I shall escape all 
 the ills and heartaches that lie between this and old age. 
 And it will not be long before you all will follow me. 
 In a little time, one by one, you will seek some quiet 
 resting-place where other poor weary mortals rest ; 
 and there, grouped together on some hill-top, you will 
 rest, caravans of the dead, waiting the great awakening. 
 See, my old friend, we are all all under a sentence of 
 death. I am to be shot at daylight ; you have a few 
 days of reprieve." 
 
 The old man began once more. " But it is hard to 
 have to die now when we must strike it. In the 
 furtherest right-hand corner of the tunnel, Charley " 
 
 " Poor "49 !" cried Charley. " Twenty-five years 
 of disappointment, and then this trouble ! Ilis head is 
 turned utterly. When I am dead, he will wander around 
 California, talking of his tunnel. They will set dogs on 
 him the new, rich people. They will set dogs on this 
 grand old relic of 40. But it won t last long." 
 
 Notwithstanding all the bloodthirstiness and brutality 
 of the Vigilantes for I am not one of those who deify 
 mobs under this name or any other they displayed a 
 sort of dignity and decorum in all that they did. They 
 invariably required a man s real name. They were 
 savagely in earnest. They always wanted to hang a man 
 under his real name. They had asked for and had the 
 name of this 3 oung man, Charles Devine. They had 
 written it clown, and when the guard came to take him 
 to the place of execution, the captain took the book from 
 his belt, opened it, held it up and out toward the eastern 
 gray dawn, and, with some effort, read softly a name. 
 Then arranging his men on cither bide of the open cabin 
 door, he again slowly read the name. Ifc looked as if this 
 officer was glad of any excuse for delay. He stood wait-
 
 138 49, THE OOLP-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 ing the full dawn now. ITo waited so long at the door 
 that the young man lay down to rest and meditate on the 
 bunk back in the corner. Soon all was still. 
 
 At last he peered in at the door which he had pushed 
 open. It was still very dark inside. He saw a figure 
 standing ready. It was muffled in the black cloak, with 
 a black hat drawn low over the face. 
 
 The little calico curtains back in the corner were 
 closed. The dog had been taken away by the Vigilantes, 
 for fear, at the last moment, he might put in some sort 
 of protest, and there was nothing to be seen in the dark 
 little cabin save this one silent figure standing there ready. 
 
 " Charles De vine !" 
 
 " Here !" 
 
 And with a h rm step the muffled figure marched 
 forth, took its place between the lines of Vigilantes, and 
 in the dim dawn moved hastily and silently away to the 
 
 place of execution. 
 
 * * * * -x- * 
 
 A fresh-dug grave among the green pines on the 
 hillside. A rude coffin beside the grave. The crowd is 
 held back, and will be held back by the Vigilantes till 
 all is over. Then they may come, or pnss by and look 
 upon the dead man s face. The shrill, harsh voice of 
 that monstrous woman, Mississip, can be heard, now and 
 then, in the gray dawn, calling for Dosson. Her laugh 
 that wicked laugh of hers, as she gloats over her re 
 venge can be heard, and she talks to the mob that is 
 
 o * 
 
 waiting for the crack of the rifles before they can pass tiro 
 guard to see the dead man in the coffin. The far peaks 
 are tipped with gold. It is dawn in the valley, and yet 
 not daylight. There is light, but it is as if a sheet of sil 
 ver shone in your eyes. Nature is not yet wide awake. 
 The guard enter the clearing, a man in black between
 
 PUliE GOLD. 139 
 
 them. The man falls on his knees by the coffin. Then 
 he rises up, takes a seat on the coffin, folds his arms 
 above his heart, and signals that lie is ready to die. 
 
 A line of men armed with rifles is drawn up before him. 
 The captain of the Vigilantes stands at the head of the 
 line. There is not even the chirp of a bird. It is some 
 thing like that fearful silence that precedes earthquakes. 
 
 At last the captain takes out the book, and reads the 
 sentence and the name. Then arranging his men in line 
 he steps back and says : 
 
 " Gentlemen of the Yigilantes, you are now to enforce 
 the sentence of death. You will aim directly at the 
 heart. All of your guns are loaded except one. One 
 only is not loaded with ball ; but no man knows which 
 one that is. You will make ready !" 
 
 All these executioners are in black masks. All are 
 silent as death. The captain turns to the prisoner : 
 
 " Charles Devine, you were arrested for murder, con 
 victed of murder, and are now about to die for that 
 crime. Invoke your God." 
 
 The man on the coffin only bows his head. 
 
 11 Make ready, men !" 
 
 The men lift their guns, and there is an ominous and 
 terror-striking click. 
 
 " Blindfold the prisoner !" 
 
 A man advances with a handkerchief, and bending 
 over the prisoner a second, he springs back, exclaiming : 
 
 " It is not Charles Devine !" 
 
 "Not Charles Devine?" 
 
 "No. It is 49 !" 
 
 The man on the coffin struggles to his feet, and cries : 
 
 " It is Charles Devine ! I tell you it is Charles 
 Devine! Fire! 1 tell you I am Charles Devine ! I ve 
 been here since 49, and I guess I ought to know. Fire."
 
 CHAPTER XVI. 
 
 THE HEIRESS. 
 
 The Past has gone as the Present will go, 
 
 And the Future we know not of ; 
 But ever the Present seems filled with woe, 
 
 And ever the Past with love. 
 
 THE captain of the Vigilantes was sadly troubled. He 
 at first rejoiced at what had happened. But then the 
 big, weighty word " duty" was there confronting him. 
 
 " Bring the real prisoner here at once to execution !" 
 lie gloomily said. 
 
 The guard hastened to obey. 
 
 They found the young man sleeping like a babe, as if 
 no trouble had ever come to him. He did not know 
 what had happened, but rose up and went with the 
 guard to death, as if they had now come for him for the 
 first time. 
 
 Colonel Billy had been forgotten. And what was 
 there about him worth remembering ? 
 
 The rougher element of the camp had missed their 
 leader, and they kept wondering what had become of 
 Dosson. Had he iled for fear that this desperate 
 stranger would murder him, too ? 
 
 Let us return to the bar-room, where Colonel Billy 
 had " set up" the drinks. 
 
 The barkeeper, like all good barkeepers, had kept 
 bravely at his post. In the mines the saloon is the 
 wheel-house the barkeeper is tlio captain at the wheel.
 
 THE HEIRESS. 141 
 
 Just before dawn this barkeeper was startled from his 
 sleep between two blankets behind the counter by cries 
 that came from the dark amonir the barrels. 
 
 o 
 
 " Oh, oh, oh, such a dream ! Oh, my head ! my 
 head ! my head ! Oh, such a dream !" 
 
 The barkeeper sprang up, and holding a candle under 
 the red nose of the man, as he tried to raise himself be 
 tween the barrels, shook him by the shoulder till the old 
 teeth rattled in their gums. 
 
 " Billy, Billy, Billy ! You old idiot." 
 
 " Oh, such a bloody dream ! Dosson shoots Emens, 
 gits the gold, scoots across, hides in the old tunnel, and 
 I gits a nugget with blood on it, and" 
 
 " Dosson shoots Emens ! Get up, you fool ! A man 
 will be shot for your drunkenness ! Get up, or I ll brain 
 you with the candlestick." 
 
 The barkeeper loved Belle. Therefore, if for no 
 other reason, he hated Dosson to the death. He poured 
 a pint of rum down the hoarse, raw throat of Colonel 
 Billy, and throwing on his clothes, and clutching two 
 pistols, he dragged the colonel after him. There was no 
 time to be lost the bar, for once, must take care of itself. 
 
 In a few moments they reached the mouth of the old 
 abandoned tunnel. All was dark and silent. But by 
 the dim dawn they could see broken weeds underfoot. 
 Some one had entered it. Old Colonel Billy was 
 made wide awake by the rum, and now, comprehending 
 the situation, proved invaluable. 
 
 The pair entered the tunnel, one holding a candle, the 
 other two cocked pistols. This was a dangerous and a 
 stupid thing to do. They should have laid siege at the 
 mouth of the tunnel and waited, Yet now there was no 
 time to wait. 
 
 Tuniinir round a bi:^ boulder tliat lay near the
 
 142 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 entrance, they beheld Dosson asleep against the granite 
 wall. The man was helpless as the dead man he had 
 left lying down yonder at the mouth of the tunnel. 
 
 The murderer opened his eyes. lie looked into the 
 ugly muzzles of two lifted pistols. lie, even in his 
 sleep, clutched and held a pistol, with its one empty 
 chamber, as he waited for the last man to disappear from 
 the trail before he ventured to escape. 
 
 But he had been overtaken by sleep. Kow all was 
 over. What a persistent and all-pursuing officer is sleep ! 
 
 He begged for his life. He told of the gold. He 
 would give them each one quarter, and they would be 
 the richest men in the Sierras. 
 
 His captors shook their heads. lie w r ould give them 
 two thirds all ! 
 
 The two men, at a run, marched this strong and 
 desperate murderer between them toward the place of 
 execution. With pointed pistols, they pushed in upon 
 the Vigilantes just as young De-vine was brought up 
 from the cabin where he slept. 
 
 The Vigilantes were first awe-stricken, then furious. 
 
 Had not they themselves almost been murderers ? 
 They now treated young Devine as tenderly as if he had 
 been a child. 
 
 Against the red-handed ruffian now before them, their 
 rage, though smothered, was fearful. As the captain 
 pointed at the coffin, the open grave, Dosson s knees 
 began to knock together. He saw a yawning grave wait 
 ing to receive him. 
 
 The Vigilantes exchanged glances. They understood 
 each other s thoughts, and Dosson understood them, too. 
 He took his place on the coffin. Clear, sharp, and 
 deadly the rifles rang out. 
 
 The crowd now came pressing on the distracted
 
 THE HEIRESS. 143 
 
 mother to receive the dead body of her boy, the monster 
 Mississip to look down upon his dead face and gloat over 
 her revenge and the agony of the girl Carrots. This 
 miserable creature came on ahead of all. But the cap 
 tain, in mercy, turned her aside. 
 
 Once more the loving mother held Charley, her boy, 
 to her heart. Every man uncovered his head. Some 
 turned aside, and pretended that the new-risen sun hurt 
 their old eyes, causing them to water. 
 
 Old " 49," wild and half crazed, suddenly shrieked : 
 
 " I tell you, we have struck it ! " 
 
 Old Colonel Billy had elbowed his way to the old man, 
 and had forced a gleaming piece of gold in his hand, 
 whispering the truth in his ear. 
 
 " Heaps of gold !" said " 49." " Ha, ha ! Gold 
 enough to pave the streets of a city ! See there and 
 there and there ! Tons of it ! Ha, ha ! Tons of it 
 as rich as that ! What did I tell you ? 1 knew it was 
 there I knew it was there for twenty-live years ! And 
 now 49 is a millionaire, and them tw T o burglars that 
 were breaking into his mine are dead dead, as they 
 deserved ! And you, Charley, my boy, you are my pard. 
 Tons of it tons of it, just like that !" shouted " 49." 
 
 All at once the old man seemed to begin to grow calm 
 and to understand. He passed his hand across his brow, 
 and seemed to see a new light. He approached close to 
 his son and looked strangely into his face. Suddenly 
 his eyes brightened with intelligence and love. Leaning 
 forward and grasping a hand of the son and the mother 
 in his, he sang, in a wild, strange, and far-away voice : 
 
 " Then sing the song we loved, love, 
 When all life seemed one song ; 
 For life is none too long, love, 
 Ah, love is none too long."
 
 144 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF TIIE SIEKttAS. 
 
 " I am your fatlicr," lie cried to the youth. "I am your 
 husband !" he cried to the tearful woman. " Come !" 
 
 Of a verity, the new-risen sun or something was hurt 
 ing the eyes of the Vigilantes as the crowd moved away 
 down the hill toward the tavern, for they drew their 
 sleeves across their eyes, and blinked and stumbled as 
 they walked. 
 
 Belle came curiously along, and stood in the crowd 
 that lingered at the cabin door. She and Carrie both 
 seemed frightened and out of place. 
 
 Charley felt a little hand pulling at his sleeve, and he 
 heard a little timid voice say, " Good-by, Charley." 
 
 "What do you say, Carrie ?" and he turned to the 
 child. 
 
 "I am so glad you are rich. And dear, good old 
 49, too. You are both all right now," and she 
 turned to go. "And so, good-by ! good-by !" But 
 her heart was breaking. 
 
 " Good-by, 49 father ! Good-by ! I am as glad 
 yes, I am as glad that you have struck it at last as if I 
 had found a new flower. Good-by ! good-by !" 
 
 "Why, Carrie! Carrie! where are you going?" 
 asked Charley. 
 
 " I m going away I m going far away." 
 
 " What are you talking of ? You are not going away 
 now. Why, if you leave me, there will be no sunlight 
 in the mountains any more," he said. 
 
 " I m afraid of your mother, and him, that crabbed 
 old lawyer, and all of them. Then what can I be to you 
 now ?" 
 
 " You can bo mv wife ? you, Carrie you, and you 
 only." 
 
 " Struck it ! Struck it, Charley ! You have struck 
 pure gold !" says old " 49," cheerily.
 
 THE HEIRESS. 145 
 
 " All ! that 1 have, father." 
 
 The mother took the sun-browned little waif of the 
 mountains tenderly by the hand. But the girl, realizing 
 the gulf that yawned between them, was again turning 
 away. 
 
 "Stay yet one moment," said the lawyer; "your 
 work may be done, but my work is only now begun. 
 The heiress ? Charley, you must assist me here." 
 
 " Well, there s little to be said or done. There is 
 your heiress," and he pointed to Belle. 
 
 " True, sir, true. Yet I must now prove to myself, to 
 the law, to the world, that this is really she. Call black 
 Sam ; let him approach slowly, and sing his old planta 
 tion songs. Sir, I .never made a mistake or lost a case. 
 Come here," added the lawyer to Belle. "Please 
 stand here. Now yon shall hear a little song a sweet 
 melody, that will remind you of other days. 
 
 Sam leaned forward on the edge of the crowd, tapped 
 his foot on the ground, slapped his hand on his knee, 
 and sang in a low, sweet voice : 
 
 " Oh, hallelujalem ! Oh, hallelujalem ! 
 Oh, honey, won t you come, 
 Oh, honey, won t you come, 
 
 To de bussoin ob de Lord? 
 When de world s all on fire, 
 "When de world s all on fire, 
 To do bussoni ob de Lord? " 
 
 Carrie stood at one side with Charley. As the old 
 black man s song began, she started, listened, stepped 
 forward, and was in an ecstasy of quiet delight. 
 
 Belle remained by Snowc. 
 
 " She doesn t notice it yet, but I never made a mis 
 take," said the old lawyer, rubbing his hands. " Sam," 
 lie added, " come a little nearer, where you can see her
 
 14G 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 there ! Look at her. And now you shall sing the 
 other cradle- song the song you sang together when she 
 was a child." 
 
 "All right, massa," said Sam; "here 1 is; but I 
 don t like dose eyes. Can t help it, massa ; but 1 don t 
 like dose eyes !" 
 
 " Shut up this instant. I tell you it is she. It is 
 it s got to be! Now, my little lady," said Snowe to 
 Belle, " listen. We are going to have a little song 
 that you will like, I know that you will like and 
 remember." 
 
 Then, turning to the spectators, who held their breath 
 in expectation : 
 
 " Take notice, every one of you. You shall all see. 
 Now, Sam, the other little song." 
 
 Sam sang a line or two, and then paused. 
 
 " You do you do like it ? You do you do remem 
 ber it, don t you ?" cried Snowe, eagerly, to Belle. 
 
 "No, I don t. 1 don t remember it at all, and I 
 don t like it a bit," was the sad girl s reply. Her once 
 proud head was held low and abashed, and she could 
 take little interest even in things of the greatest concern 
 now. She had really loved Gully. But he had not only 
 .been expelled from the Order of Vigilantes, but had been 
 banished forever. 
 
 Again Sam sang, and Carrie leaned forward and 
 looked in his face, still keeping a little distance off. 
 
 " That voice that dusky face ! It is it is the dream 
 of the desert !" cried she, clapping her hands. 
 
 Sam stopped, looked around, and began another stanza. 
 Carrie came nearer. Sam stopped. Carrie took up the 
 song, and sang a stanza. She joined in and began to 
 sing. They approached, singing together, and as the 
 song ended she sprang into his arms.
 
 THE HEIRESS. 147 
 
 " My chile my chile ! Dis is de chile dis is de 
 chile !" 
 
 Then he tore away her sleeve, and pointed to the scar 
 on her arm. 
 
 " Dur dar ! Dat is de Mormon s bullet-mark !" 
 
 " Eureka ! Found found !" shouted the old lawyer. 
 " I have found my heiress ! I told you so ! I never made 
 a mistake, and 1 never lost a case ! This is the heiress, 
 at last !" and he triumphantly took Carrie by the hand. 
 
 "And am I really somebody in particular?" asked 
 Carrie, in wonder. 
 
 "You arc what you have always been a little 
 princess in disguise," said Charley, tenderly. 
 
 W -A- * * * * 
 
 In the background, in the dusk of life, as it were, silent, 
 grateful, stood an old man, a subject of awe and rever 
 ence. The woman he left leaning on the mantelpiece, 
 thousands of miles away, is now, in the dusk of life, lean 
 ing lovingly on his arm. It is as a new marriage cove 
 nant the eternal peaks of the Sierras are the great high 
 priests in their robes of white at God s altar. 
 
 And strange, pitiful, piping old Colonel Billy is so alone 
 now. His " pardner" is going away. He sees him al 
 ready in some great fashionable hotel far away, a tight 
 collar on his great hairy neck, a breastplate of white starch 
 on his bosom, and ti.^ht boots on his feet of freedom 
 
 J O 
 
 splendor all about ; the little girl in high-heeled boots, 
 silks, and a thousand pretty things to make her person 
 lovely. He feels hurt, humbled; for " 49" had once 
 f-aid, " Tv r e will go back together and buy the Aster 
 House, Billy, bar and all ; " and now he has forgotten it. 
 Colonel Billy coughs, spits cotton, looks at the woman 
 on old " 49 s " arm, and feels jealous. 
 
 The old hero of the tunnel hears the comrade of his
 
 148 49, THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE SIERRAS. 
 
 early days, sees him spitting cotton, and comprehends. 
 Laying his left hand on the shoulder of the "total 
 wreck," he says, "Billy, you re in with us." Colonel 
 Billy jerks off his hat, and then, as the occasion is op 
 portune, proceeds to make a speech. And this is his 
 speech : 
 
 " Boys, boys, we old fellers of the days of Forty-nine 
 are about pegged out not many more of us left but 
 when we re all dead, write this : They were rough, 
 maybe ; but they did their level best. " 
 
 THE END.
 
 ARCHIBALD MALMAISON. 
 
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 until he exceeds it. Theemplo\ ment of the central theme and the literary 
 conduct of the plot is nearly beyond criticism. The frightful ciimax breaks 
 upon the perception of the reader with surprise that he did not foresee it ; 
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 ALPHONSE DAUDET S FAMOUS BOOK. 
 
 A ROMANCE. 
 
 lounded on the Doings of the Salvation Army. 
 
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 is supplemented by intense power and interest ; in fact, it would be cliiiicult to find a 
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 ity or daring vulgarity. The book is clean, wholesome, refined, and is, moreover, 
 founded on fact. It treats mainly of the acts and methods of that world-famous 
 organization, the Salvation Army, and the heroine, Lline Ebscn, is a Dane, living 
 with her mother in the Scandinavian colony in Paris. She is on the point, of being 
 married, and a happy life seems in store for her, but suddenly a disturbing influence 
 appears in the shape of Madam Autheman, a wealthy banker s wife, who is given 
 to making religious converts. This woman hires Elinc to translate some prayer- 
 books, and during the execution of the work the girl becomes filled with her 
 patron s enthusiasm. She breaks with her suitor and deserts her mother to serve 
 as a preacher in the Salvation Army. This is the introduction to one of the most 
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 the reader, each succeeding link riveting the chain the tighter. The inc di-nts are 
 strong in the highest degree, very dramatic, and pervaded by a lurid light of mysti 
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 Daudet alone of all the French novelists can depict an idea, and the struggles of 
 the poor mother to recover her deluded daughter from the grasp of the rich Authe- 
 mans, her vain appeals to the feeling of pity and the unsympathetic law, touch the 
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