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Updated: May 12, 2025
It was dark and there were five miles of boot-tracks and seven miles of pup-tracks left in the sand of the road when Jim, Tintoretto, and Aborigineezer came at length to a point above the small constellation of lights that marked the spot where threescore of men had builded a town.
The miner laid bare a section of the table, which he set with cups, plates, and iron tools for eating. He then dished up two huge supplies of steaming beans and bacon, two monster cups of coffee, black as tar, and cut a giant pile of dun-colored bread. "Aborigineezer," he said, "the banquet waits." Thereupon he fetched his weary little guest to the board and attempted to seat him on a stool.
"If it's as long as the pup's, why, give us only a mile or two at first, and the rest to-morrow." "I was goin' to name him 'Aborigineezer," Jim admitted, somewhat sheepishly. "But he ain't no Piute Injun, so I can't." "Hard-hearted ole sea-serpent!" ejaculated Field. "No wonder he looks like cryin'."
The hardy old Jim arose from his blankets, and presently flung the door wide open. "Come in," he said to the day. "Come in." The pup awoke, and, running out, barked in a crazy way of gladness. His master washed his face and hands at a basin just outside the door, and soon had breakfast piping hot. By then it was time to look to Aborigineezer.
The tiny man apparently had nothing to impart by way of an answer. "'Ain't got any, maybe," commented Jim. "What's the matter with me namin' you, hey? Suppose I call you Aborigineezer? All in favor, ay! Contrary minded? Carried unanimously and the motion prevails." The child, for some unaccountable reason, seemed appalled. "We can't freight all them rabbits," decided the miner.
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