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Updated: June 10, 2025
No letter had come from Benito to Inez or Adrian. But Robert Windham wrote from Monterey as follows: "My Children: Monterey is mad with the gold-lust, and our citizens are departing with a haste that threatens depopulation. Until recently we had small belief in the tales of sudden fortune started by the finds at Marshall's mill.
Thus was ushered in at Alder Creek a regime of wildness that had no parallel in the earlier days of '49 and '51. Men frenzied by the possession of gold or greed for it responded to the wildness of that time and took their cue from this deadly and mysterious Border Legion. The gold-lust created its own blood-lust.
The walls were veined with what appeared to be irregular bands of dirty crystal, pricked with glittering yellow. There were, perhaps, a thousand of these little points bared from the jealous earth, and they shone with a steady baleful glare, magnetising six youthful eyes, stirring in three careless brains the ghosts of ancient gold-lust, whose concrete substance lay in the marble vaults of Spain.
And who knew how much more of crime and blood and violence we should send forth into the world with the long-buried treasure? Who knew and, ah, me, who cared? So riotous was the gold-lust in my veins that I think if I had known the chest to be another Pandora's box I should still have cried out to open it.
I saw his hands close, and his lips tremble, and the fierce fire of the gold-lust spring into his eyes as he replied, 'Yes; how could I forget it? 'And do you remember, too, I said, 'the words that you heard me speak when I stood before the pyramid? 'Yes, he replied, with a faint flush coming into his pale cheeks. 'It is not likely that I should forget them either. Why do you ask?
As the dying Indian poured out from his buckskin bag the glittering sand and rusty bits of rock, there entered into the Old Prospector the terrible gold-lust that for thirteen years burned as a fever in his bones and lured him on through perils and privations, over mountains and along canyons, making him insensible to storms and frosts and burning suns, and that even now, old man as he was, worn and broken, still burned with unquenchable flame.
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