"Washing $3 a dozen," announced a sign in front of one tent.
The gulch was long and broken, and of course not half the sights were to be seen from any one point.
"Let's walk up a piece, first," suggested Harry.
So they did, in confident manner. Only day before yesterday they had come in as tenderfeet—not knowing a thing and not owning a foot of ground. Now they were regular residents, actual miners, with a paying claim and a cabin, and might hold up their heads. The very dirt on their clothes proclaimed their rank. Terry felt like a wealthy citizen.
The man who evidently owned the claim next above theirs paused to greet them. He was another young man, with a blond beard, and a smile that disclosed white even teeth, and although he was roughly dressed in ragged10 red flannel11 shirt, belted trousers and heavy cow-hide boots, his chest, showing under his shirt, which was open at the throat, was very white, and now as he rested his foot upon his spade and shoved back his slouch hat, his forehead also was very white.
"No, sir," promptly13 responded Harry. "But it's right there waiting for us. All we've done is a little panning, and with proper development work we've got a bonanza14."
"We sure have," supported Terry. "We panned out five dollars in color, first thing. But that's too slow."
The man smiled good-humoredly.
"You're in luck, then." He wiped his brow. "I haven't seen my color yet, but I suppose it's around in here somewhere. Anyway, I'm getting plenty of exercise. We're all crazy together. I expect I'm as crazy as the rest. You know what Virgil says—facilis decensus Averni, eh?" and he eyed Harry inquiringly. "Did you find that so?"
"'Easy is the descent to Avernus,' eh?" translated Harry. "Hum! Well, we did come down in here at a good gait. How we'll get out again is a question. But you must be a college man."
"Yes, and also a preacher. 'Whom the gods destroy they first make mad' is another favorite reflection of mine, among these diggin's. Are you a college man, too?"
"Yes; University of Virginia."
"I'm Yale. Glad to meet you. Well, it's a great place—all kinds of us jumbled15 and digging and sweating, talking gold and eating gold and dreaming gold, when most of us could accomplish more and make more where we came from."
"I reckon the thing we don't know how to do always looks easier than the thing we do know how to do," reasoned Harry.
"Exactly. But where are you bound for?"
"Make it, if you can buy the lumber18. But you'll have to stand in line and grab the boards as fast as they fall from the saw. By the way, you don't object to my using that water, do you? I'm not certain whether it's on your land or mine; it's pretty nearly between, as I figure."
"We thought it was on our side, but use all you want, certainly," replied Harry.
They left the preacher to his digging and proceeded.
The farther they went up the gulch, the more intense seemed the fever for work, and the thicker the camps and people. Yes, and there was gold, too! Three men were operating a "rocker." This was one of those wooden boxes on rockers like a cradle; one man shoveled19 in dirt, another poured in water, a third rocked the box from side to side, and the water and dirt flowed out through a slot at the lower end.
The Golden Prize proprietors20 halted to watch. When the water and dirt had escaped, in the bottom of the box were to be seen several cleats nailed across, and caught against these cleats was gold! The men figured that there was eight dollars' worth right there!
Up here were a few sluices21, too: the long troughs, also with cleats nailed across the bottom inside, to catch the gold as the water and dirt flowed over. Into some of the sluices water had to be poured by hand, but others led from streams and the water flowed through without having been dipped. The shorter sluices were called "Long Toms."
"There's the wheel-barrow man!" exclaimed Terry.
And so it was, standing23 in front of a tent which bore the sign, "W. N. Byers. The Rocky Mountain News," and nearby was a stake and a sign: "Central City."
They shook hands with the wheel-barrow man.
"What's this?" demanded Harry. "A town?"
"Yes, sir! Mr. Byers has named it. It's the best location. Right in the middle of the Gulch."
"Is he going to stay here?"
"Nope; but he's pushing things along. What's happened to you boys? You look as if you'd been prospecting24."
"We have," laughed Harry. "Haven't you?"
"Yes, a little." And he suddenly called: "Hello, John. What's the matter down there?"
"They've got wind of another strike," answered the man, striding on. He was a black-bearded man, and seemed very busy.
"That's John Gregory himself," explained the wheel-barrow man. "The original boomer of this gulch. But watch the people pile out, will you!"
"Yes; there's a big strike south of here, I understand," from the doorway25 of his tent spoke Mr. Byers himself: a stocky, pleasant-faced man, with a close-trimmed brown beard. The diggin's had as great a variety of beards and whiskers as it had of people.
So he was the pioneer newspaper man, was he—the man who had brought a printing-press, and a stock of paper already printed on one side at Omaha, clear from the Missouri River to Cherry Creek26. But Terry was given scant27 opportunity to stare. Harry clutched him by the sleeve:
"Come on, quick! I've got an idea."
Away they hastened, back down the gulch. Before, at the lower end, the confusion was increasing. Outfits28 were hurrying away—drivers swinging their lashes29, men footing fast; camps were breaking, and on their claims miners and prospectors30 were shouldering pick and spade and pack and hastening after the procession now crossing the creek.
The movement spread up the gulch, communicated from camp to camp and claim to claim.
"No, no."
But the lower end of the gulch was not by any means deserted32, as they arrived. It was mainly the frothy overflow33 that had bubbled out, and when the eddy34 had settled there appeared to be almost as many people as before. Even the claims which had been abandoned were being quickly re-occupied. However, Harry dashed to one man who had packed up and on his cabin was tacking35 a sign: "Keep Off!" while his partner waited.
"Going to leave?"
"Mebbe so. Want to buy this claim? She's a humdinger."
"No. But I'll buy your sluice. How'll you sell it?"
"That sluice? Seventy-five dollars."
"Whew!"
"It's forty feet long, of three boards; that means 120 feet, and lumber's $300 a thousand feet and you have to put in your order a week ahead. With the props36 and the cleats and the nails there's over $40 of material in that sluice, and I reckon the labor37 of hauling and building is wuth the balance."
"I'll give you $50," snapped Harry.
"Sold. But hurry up. We can't wait long here to sell a sluice. There's too much doing 'round the corner."
Harry fished out three gold pieces—two twenties and a ten—and passed them over.
"Better take it off this property quick or somebody else will," advised the man; and away he and his partner strode, for the strike in Bobtail Gulch just across a little divide south.
"Lucky again!" jubilated Harry—who, Terry saw, had been smart. "Cost a lot of money, but we couldn't have made it much cheaper ourselves and we'd have been held up waiting for boards. You sit on it while I go for Jenny. We haul the whole thing at once."
"Maybe we could have got it for nothing, after they'd left," proposed Terry, with an eye to the general grab-all as various persons swarmed38 over the abandoned claims.
"It wasn't ours, was it?" retorted Harry. "But it is now." And he left at a fast limp.
He returned with Jenny, harnessed, and they triumphantly39 dragged away the sluice, carrying also the scissors props on which it had rested. Its joints40 indeed threatened to part, but by picking their path they arrived with it intact at the Golden Prize.
Their preacher neighbor greeted them with a wave of hand and came over to inspect.
"Looks as though you were going right into business," he asserted. "I thought maybe you'd join the rush for Bobtail."
"No, sir; we stick," assured Harry. "A bird in the hand's worth two in the bush."
"Well, depends on the bird," answered the preacher. "Now, my bird's an old crow, I'm afraid, and if I could see a fat turkey in the bush I'd drop my crow pretty quick, like those other fellows."
After dinner Harry rather ruefully examined his money belt. It was flat and limp.
"Ten dollars left," he said.
"And our dust, you know," reminded Terry. "We've the five dollars we washed out, and we can wash out more whenever we want it."
Harry brightened.
"That's right. We're rich. You can try panning again, this afternoon, and I'll go down to the grocery and lay in provisions and any other stuff we'll need, and then we can set up the sluice and pile up the gold. Get to have everything running before Father Richards and that George Stanton come in."
"We can buy a claim for them, too," proposed Terry. "Or find one that's been left."
"No crows," corrected Harry. "Turkeys only."
Terry went at his panning with enthusiasm, bound to make a showing. Panning was slow, but it was rather exciting because there always was liable to be something yellow right under your eye, if you looked close enough. Panning was a one-man job; you did it all yourself.
The preacher strolled over to watch.
"Pretty good. I've found some more," truthfully answered Terry. "About a dollar's worth, I guess."
"A pinch, eh? How'd you like to take over my claim?"
"Haven't any money yet. I mean, we won't have money till we get the sluice to going."
"I'll tell you what I'll do," proffered42 the preacher. "Just to make the transaction binding43, I'll sell you the claim for your next pan. Preaching is my business, not mining, you see. If you buy my claim, then nobody can accuse you of jumping it."
"All right," accepted Terry.
"Play fair, now," laughed the professor. "Take your dirt from a good rich spot."
Spots looked mainly all alike to Terry. The hole where he had been digging was laying bare the hard rock, but he scraped up a quantity of dirt and loose splinters from a crevice——
"You're giving me principally rock, aren't you?" criticized the preacher, good-naturedly. "But let it go. I'll be game."
However, as the pan cleared and Terry threw aside the splinters, they both exclaimed. Yellow was plainly visible—and moreover there was a blackish, cindery44 fragment the size of a crushed hazel-nut that glinted and weighed suspiciously as Terry lingered in the act of tossing it away also.
"Here! Hold on!" And the preacher took it. "Nugget, isn't it? Fifteen or twenty dollars, I'll wager—and ten dollars more in flakes45!"
"That's a rich pan, boys, as I reckon," interrupted a voice, accompanied by crunching46 footsteps and a growl47 from Shep.
The speaker was a miner over six feet tall and broad in proportion—a veritable giant of a man, in clothes as rough as the roughest, and with a revolver at his belt. In his black-whiskered face his eyes were small and deep-set, and close together, or as close as an enormous nose would permit. He was carrying a sack on his shoulder, which he deposited in order to investigate the pan.
"Yes, sir-ee. A $40 pan, countin' the nugget. Does all your dirt run like that?"
"No, sir; not yet," replied Terry. "But maybe it will when we sluice it."
"Goin' to sluice, are you?" The giant's close-set little eyes roved about inquisitively48. "This your claim, is it?"
"Yes, sir. This and the next one."
"Where'd you get that lucky pan o' dirt?"
"From that hole."
The giant strode up, carelessly poked49 about in the hole with his boot-toe, filtered some of the dirt through his fingers.
"You're down to bed-rock already," he pronounced, returning. "I calkilate you may have struck a leetle pocket, but I don't count much on these shallow slopes. Some gold ketches, most of it's washed down. He your partner?" and he indicated the preacher.
"No, sir. My partner's down to the store."
"Older'n you?"
"Some."
"Waal," and the giant picked up his sack, "you'll have most of your work for nothin'. May strike an occasional pocket, an' may not. You've got one o' them pore locations. Mostly rock." With that he stumped50 on into the little draw down which flowed the side rivulet51. Once he paused, to cast a glance behind at the stream and the waiting sluice; and then he disappeared around a shoulder up the draw.
"We're no better off for his opinion," quoth the preacher. "Don't believe he's quite the style of a man I'd cater52 to, anyway. But our bargain holds, does it? I'll make you out a bill of sale."
"Meat's fifty cents a pound," he panted. "We may have to eat Shep or Jenny. Flour's snapped up at $15 a sack, and milk's fifty cents a quart from the cows of some of the emigrants55. Whew! Couldn't find any gold-scales; we'll do our weighing at the grocery store till the express office or post office is opened. Everything's payable56 in dust. But I invested in a treat for us; see?" and he produced a can of oysters58! "That's our bank. The groceryman says oyster57-cans are the popular things for holding gold, in the diggin's. It cost two dollars, but it'll be worth a heap more than that when it's full. I'm nearly strapped59, though. Have you added much to our pile?"
"Added the preacher's claim," blurted60 Terry, and 'fessed up. "It was a big pan, too," he concluded. "I've found only a little color since."
"Color helps," encouraged Harry. "That will be a claim for George. Good! We can work both with the same water."
The preacher brought the bill of sale of the "True Blue" claim, as he had named it; and that evening they had him in to join them in making merry over the can of oysters. Harry thoroughly61 washed out the emptied can and set it aside to dry, for the "bank."
The "improvements" on the True Blue claim consisted of merely a few holes and a lean-to of pine boughs covered with a piece of ragged canvas. The preacher jovially62 carried away his personal belongings63 on his back; he was, as he expressed it, "traveling light."
Left in possession of both claims, the two partners decided to fill their oyster-can from the Golden Prize first, and they jumped into the work of setting up the sluice.
This proved to be a bigger job than it had appeared before being tackled. The sluice was heavy and had to be moved about by sections; and to place it conveniently and yet give it the proper slant64, the ground had to be leveled or mounded or lowered; and a little dam had to be made, with a race or ditch to supply the water to the upper end of the sluice: and what with disconnecting, and shifting hither-thither, and re-connecting, and all that, two days were consumed.
There had been no time for panning, but now, at last, they might start in washing by wholesale65, so to speak.
They lugged66 the dirt on gunny sacking to the sluice, dumped the dirt into the running water, and while Harry stirred it Terry followed down along the sluice to throw out the rocks and clear the riffles or cross cleats. A back-breaking and also muddy job this sluicing67 was, for the sackings of dirt were heavy and the sluice of course leaked at the seams and joints, so that the ground underneath68 was speedily soaked and made slippery by the constant trudging69.
By noon the riffles were filled with gravelly mud, and Harry decided that they should be cleaned. So the water was turned off.
Now for the test!
"I see yellow! I see yellow!" asserted Terry, running from cleat to cleat, and eyeing the deposits against each; and indeed it did seem to him that the little dikes glistened70 roguishly.
"You see more than I do, then," retorted Harry, rubbing his long nose. "What I see is more panning, after all, to sort that stuff."
They dug the lodged71 stuff out with their knives, and panned several cleatsful at a time. Harry found a nugget (small one); little by little the gold left in the pans increased (hurrah!), until, at the wind-up——
"How much, do you think?" demanded Terry, excitedly.
"Mighty72 near an ounce, and the nugget besides; say $40." Harry's dirty face was abeam73. "And we've washed as much dirt in half a day as we could pan by hand in a week. At this rate we'll soon have both claims skinned to the rock, and'll need others. But I reckon we can find 'em, or buy 'em."
"Looks as though we were going to be powerful rich, doesn't it?" said Terry, awed74 by the very thought. "We'll fill our oyster can."
"Shucks!" remarked Harry. "I saw one sluice where they'd cleaned up $138 in a day—but there were four men working it, and they had more loose dirt than we've got. Our dirt's mostly rock. Anyway, we'll lay aside that $100 we owe Father Richards and have something to show extra before he and mother and the Stantons come in."
However, the afternoon clean-up netted them, although they had dug the dirt from a deeper place which looked very promising75, scarcely color! And when early, before breakfast, in the morning, Terry sallied out to survey about and plan for a big day, to his astonishment76 the rivulet was dry, except for a dribble77!
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| n.牡蛎；沉默寡言的人 | |
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| v.倾斜，倾向性地编写或报道；n.斜面，倾向 | |
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| v.冲洗( sluice的现在分词 )；（指水）喷涌而出；漂净；给…安装水闸 | |
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| vt.& vi.跋涉，吃力地走（trudge的现在分词形式） | |
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| v.湿物闪耀，闪亮( glisten的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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| v.存放( lodge的过去式和过去分词 )；暂住；埋入；（权利、权威等）归属 | |
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| adj.充满敬畏的，表示敬畏的v.使敬畏，使惊惧( awe的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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