Not in all California—not even in the grandly glorious valley among the cliffs and gorges1 of the famed Yosemite, can be found a wilder scene than that exhibited where the Feather River breaks in furious haste through an awful chasm3 in the Sierra Nevada. A friend, a dear friend, who mined there for years, has described it over and over, and talked to me about it till I can hear the eternal roar of the white waters, feel the very cliffs shake with the dizzy dash and whirl of its cataracts—look down on the eddies4 where gold, washed from the veins5 above which may never be reached by mortal hand, has been accumulating for centuries.
While our fair heroine was sleeping, taking the rest which nature needed, in a small log cabin on a little shelf of rock and ground just above where the Feather River broke in wild grandeur6 through the gorge2, before a fire made from the limbs of trees cast on shore by the torrent7 in a whirling eddy8 just below, a young man sat, with a weary look on his fine, intellectual face, looking into the fire.
Mining tools—a pick, shovels9, crowbars, and hose—crucibles also, empty and full flasks10 of quicksilver, with many other signs, told that this man, young and slender, and not well fitted for toil11, was a searcher for the gold with which those eternal hills, that rushing stream, are liberally stocked.
Fishing-rods and tackle, a double-barreled shotgun, and a repeating-rifle stood in one corner of the cabin, showing that in the water and among the[119] hills the young man was prepared to find the food which is so plentiful12 there, and was not dependent on the far-away stores of Oroville, Marysville, or Sacramento, from which many of the miners drew supplies.
Though this man was young—not over five-and-twenty years of age—there was a weary look in his pale, handsome face, which made him look older. Light-brown hair curled in heavy masses on his shapely head and fell far down on his shoulders, and his beard, a soft, silken brown, not heavy, but long, told that no tonsorial hand had touched it for many months.
“It will be three years to-morrow,” he said. “Three years to-morrow since I looked upon her in her glorious pride and beauty—three years to-morrow since the hour when, madly disgraced by my own folly13 and the wild passion for strong drink, which has ruined millions of better men than I, I stood before her to hear my sentence, to be told to go from her presence and never to return till she recalled me, which she would only do when she knew I had forever conquered an appetite that had debased my manhood and froze all the love she had given me—a love, oh, so precious, so priceless, so pure!
“Wild with rage and disappointment, I tore myself away and fled with the adventurous14 throng15 to this El Dorado, but I dared not stay where men were and strong drink abounded16. I wandered on and on until I could go no farther, and here, the highest claim upon this mad river, I fixed17 my home. Here have I toiled18 month after month, year after year, increasing my golden store slowly and surely, but, best of all, conquering that base appetite which lost[120] heaven on earth for me, when its gates were wide open.
“No beverage19 but that sparkling drink, which the hand of the Father gives to man for his good, has passed my lips for these three long years—water, blessed water, has strengthened my brain and given health to my body.
“And now, confident in myself, I would go back and redeem20 my errors—go back to claim the hand which had long, long ago been mine but for mine own sin. Why will she not bid me come? I have written three times, and have told her I am free from the chains of the demon21 now; that I have wealth enough to satisfy all reasonable desire, and she has only written: ‘It is not time—perhaps you do not yet know yourself.’
“Ah! could she but see me in this solitude22—here where I have lived alone so long—not a visitor, for I have kept my claim and home a secret when I went to the nearest post station, and no one has ever dared to pass the chasm below, which cuts off this last habitable spot in the gorge. They have not learned my secret, or they might come, for the greed for gold makes men dare all dangers.
And the young man wept over the letters he held in his hand. At last he aroused himself.
“Once more I will write to her,” he said; “I will tell her how, apart from all men, visited by none—for none can reach me till they know the secret of my path—I have worked and waited, waited and worked.
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“Once every three months I go out to carry the gold I have gathered, and to place it where it will not only be safe but draw an interest that adds to it all the time. And once every three months I tread streets where temptation glitters on every side of me; yet I turn from it all with loathing25, and hurry back to my solitude, where my only company is a memory, ever present, ever dear, of her.
“To-morrow I shall go again, and the deposit I carry now will make my all—full three hundred thousand dollars. I should be satisfied, but what else can I do till I am recalled? Work keeps down sad thoughts; work keeps hope alive; work gives me life and strength to wait.”
He drew up to a rough table made of slabs26 hewed27 out by himself, took writing materials from a shelf overhead, and for a long time wrote steadily28.
He was explaining all his life to her—all his life in those dreary29 hills, and praying that she would bid him come back to her with a renewed and nobler life, chastened by toil and thought, made pure by temperance in its most severe demands.
At last his letter was finished, folded, enveloped30, and then he drew from his finger a massive ring with a sapphire31 in the set. Deeply engraved32 in the stone was the symbol—two hearts pierced with an arrow.
Dropping the red wax, which he had lighted at the candle, on his letter, he impressed the seal, and it was ready for its far away journey.
Now—long after midnight—he threw himself down on his blankets to sleep.
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n.山峡,峡谷( gorge的名词复数 );咽喉v.(用食物把自己)塞饱,填饱( gorge的第三人称单数 );作呕 | |
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