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Updated: May 4, 2025
I'm goin' to Californuah, With my wash pan on my knee. The news of the gold was out. Bridger forgot his cups, forgot his friends, hurried to Molly Wingate's cart again. "Hit's true, Miss Molly!" he cried "truer'n true hitself! Yan's men just in from Californy, an' they've got two horseloads o' gold, an' they say hit's nothin' they come out fer supplies.
I'd answer him, an' he'd holler 'Very well, an' shoot another question at me." "Well, Thurst, go on with your story." "Couldn't tell ye jest what happened. They went off int' the house. Nex' day the boss tol' me he wa'n't no longer a poor man an' was goin' t' sell his farm an' leave for Californy.
"This is Californy, and these are the Shirt-tail Diggin's, the best on 'arth." "Haven't got any flour for trade, have you?" queried the man. "Nary flour, nary anything for trade, stranger, but I'll give you a sack o' the best flapjack flour that ever came out a store." "Hooray for the first woman in Shirt-tail Diggin's!" rose the cheer, and the crowd surged forward excitedly.
Wal " "Speakin' o' Jaffy," said Captain Leezur; "somebody was tellin' me 't they'd heered how 't Lot's wife she that was turned into a pillar o' salt, ye know " "Ye'd orter see the hunks o' salt in Californy!" moaned triumphantly the spectre. "Had got up and went!" joyfully concluded Captain Leezur.
"Stranger," said he, in a scared kind of whisper, "what's them?" "Them's chickens," says I. He took another long look. "Marthy," says he to the old woman, "this will be about all! We come out from Ioway to see the Wonders of Californy, but I can't go nothin' stronger than this. If these is chickens, I don't want to see no Big Trees."
"'Got a fine hoss thar, sez I; 'reckon I never see such a purty color, sez I. 'He is purty, sez he, 'per'aps too purty for ME to be a-drivin', but he isn't fast. 'I ain't speakin' o' that, sez I; 'it's his looks that I'm talkin' of; whar might ye hev got him? 'He was offered to me by a fr'en' o' me boyhood, sez he; 'he's a pinto mustang, sez he, 'from Californy, whar they breed 'em. 'What's a pinto hoss? sez I. 'The same ez a calico hoss, sez he; 'what they have in cirkises, but ye never see 'em that color. En he was right, for when I looked him over I never DID see such a soft and silky coat, and his mane and tail jest glistened.
I reckon," he added gloomily, "I'll have to run the darned thing in all the big towns in Californy, if I don't have to go East with it after all, just for the business. But it's an awful grind on a man, leaves him no time, along of the invitations he gets, and what with being run after in the streets and stared at in the hotels he don't get no privacy.
"You haven't changed a bit," said Boyd, grinning also. "You're the same Giant Tom, a real giant in strength and courage, that I've met off and on through the years. It's been a long time since I first saw you." "It was in Californy in '49. I was only fourteen then, but I went out with my uncle in the first rush.
"Well, I'd like to go on to Californy with ye, son, ef I didn't know I'd make more here, an' easier, out'n the crazy fools that'll be pilin' in here next year. So good luck to ye." "Kit had more o' that stuff," he suddenly added. "He give me some more when I told him I'd lost that fust piece he give me. I'll give ye a piece fer sample, son. I've kep' hit close."
Simon Hook paused long enough to take an extra whiff from his pipe. "What brought you here?" "We are on a hunt for a missing man," answered Randolph Rover. "Did you ever meet him? His name is Anderson Rover, and he is my brother." "Anderson Rover?" Simon Hook thought for a moment. "I remember him. He was a gold hunter from Californy, or somethin' like that." "Yes; he was a mine owner."
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