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Others gathered around Bridger and greeted him. It was some time before the two mountain men got apart from the others. "What brung ye north, Kit?" demanded Bridger at length. "You was in Californy in '47, with the General." "Yes, I was in California this spring. The treaty's been signed with Mexico. We get the country from the Rio Grande west, including California.
Neither of them know much, and I brought them along to black my boots and dress my hair." It looked as though Ned was a sort of a wag, for his companions smiled as if they were used to that thing. He continued: "We're a party of hunters that have been in Californy for the last five years, and I rather guess I've prospected through every part of it." "You must be rich by this time."
"You'd orter see the roads in Californy," said a dark spectre with shifty eyes on the outskirts of the group. "Gold, ain't they, Pershal?" "No, no," said the spectre modestly; "jest common silver-leavin's. Arfter they've made silver dollars they scrape up all the cornder pieces and leavin's, and heave 'em out into the road. They wears down smooth in a little while and shine? Wal "
On one side was a precipice of some six or seven hundred feet in depth. Pat insisted on leading the way. He and his boys were certain that they could trot their horses down it. "It was all so straight and aisy." We entreated them to let the women and children remain behind. With a bad grace they consented, charging us to bring them on to Californy after them. On they went.
He then tackled me, but I acted foolish, 'fessing up that I couldn't count a hundred. Finally he rode around to a quiet little fellow, with pox-marks on his face, who always rode on the point, kept his horses fatter than anybody, rode a San José saddle, and was called Californy. The boss asked him to help him count the herd.
Kit Carson brung it from Sutter's Fort, on the Sacramenty, in Californy. They've got it thar in wagonloads. Kit's on his way east now to tell the Army!" "Everyone will know!" "Yes, but not now! Ef ye breathe this to a soul, thar won't be two wagons left together in the train. Thar'll be bones o' womern from here to Californy!" Wide-eyed, the girl stood, weighing the nugget in her hands.
They stood there, the elder man looking all the sadness and inevitableness of that wild life, and the younger, the cowboy, slowly changing to iron. "Slingerland, you-all said some Californy outfit got Allie?" he queried. "I'm sure an' sartin," replied the trapper. "Them days there wasn't any travelin' west, so early after winter. You recollect them four bandits as rode in on us one day?
'I'm a-going to make a little proposition to you, and if it strikes you favorable, it'll be a middling good thing for both of us. You ain't a-going out to Californy for fun, nuther am I it's business, ain't that so? Well, you can do me a good turn, and so can I you, if we see fit.
They wanted him to back their play an’ see ’em straight on to Californy. He was from Texas an’ them Texas boys jus’ naturally thought as how he’d saddle up an’ ride right ’long wi’ ’em. Only he said it loud an’ clear—that such ruckusin’ round only meant th’ whole country here’d go to pot.
You thought they wouldn't dare to take anything." "No more I thought they would. That Bill Mosely bragged so much I didn't think he had enough pluck." "Does it take much pluck to be a thief, Jake?" "Well, in Californy it does," answered Bradley. "When a man steals a boss here, he takes his life in his hand, and don't you forget it.
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