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Fact is, I've been tryin' to behave myself lately, an' I find I need more company at it than I git about the diggin's. I'm goin' some place whar I ken learn to be the gentleman I feel like bein' to be decent an' honest, an' useful, an' there ain't anybody here that keers to help a feller that way nobody."
Eph, here, has called a meetin' for a purpose; haven't you, Eph?" "You're talkin'," assured Eph. "It's time claim-jumpin' 'round these diggin's has got to stop. If this gentleman can prove up for his party that they've fust rights to that discivvery, we ought to go back thar an' show those other fellows that Rough an' Ready is takin' a stand for law an' order."
"Ye see, friends," said he, puffing at a pipe, from which, to look at him, one would suppose he derived most of his information, "this is how it happened. When I set sail from the diggin's to come here for grub, I had a pleasant trip at first.
The visitor took it and turned toward the door. "Ta! ta!" he said, taking his hat from the peg in the dining room. "I'm off for the clippers. When I come back I'll be the sweetest little Willie in the diggin's. So long." Bos'n and the captain sat down to the dinner at noon alone. Mr. Smith had not returned from his trip to the barber's.
He surveyed me. "Close? Hell!" he said. "They don't close for even a dog fight, pardner. Business runs twenty-five hours every day, seven days the week, in these diggin's." "And where will I find a haberdashery?" "A what? Talk English. What you want?" "I want a an outfit; a personal outfit." "Blanket to moccasins? Levi's, stranger.
An' there's lots o' poultry about, too!" he added, as a flock of wild ducks went by on whistling wings. "I say, Hunky Ben, w'at's yon brown things over there by the shores o' the lake?" "Buffalo," answered the scout. "What! wild uns?" "There's no tame ones in them diggin's as I knows on. If there was, they'd soon become wild, you bet."
In the early days of a minin' boom there's a lot of trouble. A miner is a crazy fellar often. He'll dig a hole, then move on to dig another. Then if some other prospector comes along to find gold on his last diggin's he yells claim jumpin'. As a matter of fact most of them haven't a real claim till they find gold. An' all that makes the trouble."
His name it am Samuel Parker White, an' if so be yuh ebber wants tuh send me one ob dat pictur', jest drap it dar. I's over-whelmed wid gratefulness, 'deed I is. Dey won't ebber be troubled wif George Duval 'round these diggin's ag'in, dat's so, suh." "But think of the henroosts up there about poor old Chattanooga," said Jerry in Frank's ear, though the latter frowned at him for saying it.
Here's luck!" He took up the last of the gin slings set in a row before the party. "Have you got some property here?" asked the Boy. The man, without putting down his glass, simply closed one eye over the rim. "We've heard some bad accounts of these diggin's," said the Colonel. "I ain't sayin' there's millions for everybody. You've got to get the inside track. See that feller talkin' to the girl?
"We will surely have to explore those parts, Cleo, even if we do have to take a life saver's kit along with us." "And did you notice Weasle Point? Of course our fire-bug must belong somewhere out in that sand-bar, and just as much of course, we will have to find out all about the queer diggin's.
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