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"Around the corner, now and there you'll see San Francisco," announced Mr. Grigsby, he peering as intently as anybody.
Purser Rodney Price made the proclamation to the people." "Where were you, then?" asked Charley. "Oh, I was up north at Sutter's Fort, with Frémont and the rest, waiting to get supplies this shirt, among other things." For Mr. Grigsby had donned his star-collar shirt, as if in honor of the occasion. "We marched in later." Monterey seemed to be a very quiet, sleepy old place.
Although for long months after the agony of that June day, nothing but hate and passion and misery had the ruling of him. He could not bear his kind. His father and Captain Grigsby had left the yacht to him and let him cruise alone. But who can know of the hideous, ghastly hours that Paul spent then, ever obsessed with this one bitter thought? Why had he not gone back?
They all were received with a perfect volley of excited queries from the resting parties to which they replied with wave of hand and sometimes with a triumphant flourish of a fat little sack. But Mr. Grigsby paused not for the gold seekers in the river, or under the trees, or on the way down.
"We'll let Grigsby do the hunting and camp locating and burro tending, and I'll cook and wash dishes. That will be our regular system. How about it, Grigsby?" "Sounds like a pretty good arrangement," agreed the Frémonter, tersely. "But I'm perfectly willing to chip in wherever necessary." "Get some wood, Charley," bade Mr. Adams. "That's first. There's the axe."
Grigsby were sitting by the fire, talking, when in he burst upon them. "I got some! I got some!" panted Charley. "Did you? All right. Show up." "It's in my sack. See?" And Charley "showed." "I didn't stay to pan much. But I learned how." "A trace of gold, and considerable sand," pronounced Mr. Grigsby.
He was in the habit, among other intellectual exercises, of writing satires on his neighbours in the form of chronicles, the remains of which, unlike any known writings of Moses, or even of Washington, are "too indecent for publication." In one of these he assailed the Grigsbys, who had failed to invite him to a brilliant wedding. The Grigsby blood took fire, and a fight was arranged.
We've both been about the world, Grig, since the days we fastened on our cuirasses together for the first time, and each thought himself the devil of a fine fellow but I rather doubt if we now know as much of what is really worth having as my boy there just twenty-three years old." "Nonsense!" snapped Captain Grigsby but there was a tone of regret in his protest.
Adams shook his head warningly at Charley. But what nerve, on the part of the long-nosed man! However, Mr. Adams only said: "We'd better set right out, then, Grigsby." "Can I do anything more for you, gentlemen?" inquired Captain Sutter. "No, thank you, captain. We're fixed nicely. Now we'll pack up and leave at once. Time is precious, you know, to us gold seekers. Where is Jim Marshall?
"Appears to have been almost worth while," Sir Charles added, "from what I gather and, confound it, Grig, we'd have done the same in our day." But Captain Grigsby only repeated: "D d kittle cattle!" And so they weighed anchor, and sailed along the Italian shores of the sun-lit Adriatic. These were better days for Paul. Each hour brought him back some health and vigour.
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