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A big, rough-bearded, hearty fellow six foot two or thereabouts. Didn't go down with his ship, did he?" asked the captain with a look of anxiety. "No," replied Watty with increasing interest in the American; "we escaped on a raft to an island, off which I was blown, while alone in my boat only two days ago."
Then followed personal greetings as officers and men came pouring in. Hands were frantically shaken on all sides. Rough-bearded soldiers took the children from their mothers' arms, kissed them with tears rolling down their cheeks, and thanked God that they had come in time to save them from the fate of the sufferers at Cawnpore.
Before the tent they drew rein. In response to Billy's call a rough-bearded fellow lifted the tent flap and stood suppressing a yawn, as if visitors to his lonely claim were of daily occurrence. "Say, friend," said Billy, "do you know Newman's ranch?" "Sure," returned the prospector. "Well, this is Mr. Newman. A young lady has been visiting him and his wife. She disappeared night before last.
He staggered to his feet, as another boat shot around the curve. But this one came through in proper style, right side up, two men manning the oars and a third with a steering paddle. With an answering shout, they ran quickly up on the shore. They were a rough-bearded, overalled lot, young men, all of them. "Gee whiz, Harden! We thought you were finished!" exclaimed the tallest of the trio.
Nothing short of the great Roc itself could, it seemed, snatch the poor fellow from his death perch. There came suddenly an ominous silence. Then strode out in front of his fellows and he moved so close to the ruin that the women whimpered and held one another an old, rough-bearded chap in stained corduroy. "Whart's he gone to do?" gasped the sibilant voices.
You may see such disfigurements far and wide over California and in some such places, where only meadows and forests are visible not a living creature, not a house, no stick or stone or remnant of a ruin, and not a sound, not even a whisper to disturb the Sabbath stillness you will find it hard to believe that there stood at one time a fiercely-flourishing little city, of two thousand or three thousand souls, with its newspaper, fire company, brass band, volunteer militia, bank, hotels, noisy Fourth of July processions and speeches, gambling hells crammed with tobacco smoke, profanity, and rough-bearded men of all nations and colors, with tables heaped with gold dust sufficient for the revenues of a German principality streets crowded and rife with business town lots worth four hundred dollars a front foot labor, laughter, music, dancing, swearing, fighting, shooting, stabbing a bloody inquest and a man for breakfast every morning everything that delights and adorns existence all the appointments and appurtenances of a thriving and prosperous and promising young city, and now nothing is left of it all but a lifeless, homeless solitude.
I maintain it, the conceits of a rough-bearded man, are seven years more terse and juvenile for one single operation; and if they did not run a risk of being quite shaved away, might be carried up by continual shavings, to the highest pitch of sublimity How Homer could write with so long a beard, I don't know and as it makes against my hypothesis, I as little care But let us return to the Toilet.
By some means the miners had become apprised of her approach, and she was met by a cavalcade of rough-bearded men, a score in number, mounted on mules, as a guard of honor to escort her to the scene of her noble labors.
Shut in that little office behind the iron bars, bending over the great books sometimes far into the night, looking out each pay-day through a little arched window on grimy faces and rough-bearded men who held out toil-worn hands to receive the week's earnings which long before another week would find their way into some saloon-keeper's till or gambler's pocket.
Spring has a wonderful way of bringing out hidden traits of character. Through my window I look out upon a tiny farm. It is kept by a tall, hard-looking, rough-bearded fellow, whom I have watched striding about his fields all winter, with but little sympathy. Yet it would seem I have been doing him wrong.
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