The Edward S. Ellis Megapack

by Edward S. Ellis

“They were carried away by a vessel while we had wandered inland.”

  “And you two—halloo! here’s your grandfather!”

  “No; that is Tim O’Rooney, a good friend of ours.”

  “Your humble sarvint!” saluted the Irishman, removing his hat, making a profound bow and scraping a large foot upon the ground.

  “Well, there! We’re glad to see you. What’s all your names?”

  They were given several times, and then carefully spelled at the request of the large-whiskered man, who desired that no mistake might be made.

  “You may call me Ned Trimble, and that ugly-looking fellow ’tending to the fire is George Wakeman, and that horrid-looking chap scrubbing off his dirty face, is Alfred Wilkins. 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.”

  “Rich!” laughed Ned Trimble. “Well there, we’re everything but rich. Somehow or other we hain’t had the luck. We sold a claim up in the diggings for five hundred dollars, and the next week the party sold it for fifteen thousand. That’s the way it has always gone with us; but we are going to be rich yet—ain’t we, boys.”

  “Yes, if we only live long enough,” replied Wakeman.

  “I told you that chap hadn’t much sense,” remarked Ned, addressing his three visitors. “He doesn’t know enough to answer a question as he oughter. I’ve been trying to teach him something, but I shall have to give it up as a bad job. Been to breakfast?”

  “No—not yet.”

  “Thought you hadn’t. Cook, put up another slice, douse it in butter, salt and pepper, and serve it up as you used to do when I employed you at the Astor. Gentlemen, how do you like it, rare or well done?”

  All made answer that they were not particular, and Ned replied thereunto as follows:

  “Sensible fellows! If you don’t care what you get, you won’t have to care much for what you don’t get. What will you select as a dessert? Plum, rice, bread, or cherry pudding? Apple, mince, cranberry, plum, peach, or lemon pie? Cup-custard, tapioca, watermelon, citron, or sherry, maderia, or port. Order which ever you choose, gentlemen, it don’t make any difference to us. We can give you one just as well as the other.”

  “I suppose you can,” laughed Howard; “so we’ll not take the trouble to order any.”

  “All right; as you please, gentlemen. We haven’t any turkey or oysters left so you will have to put up with a little antelope that we shot yesterday afternoon. Fine condition for this time of year, and the best kind of flesh to starve to death on.”

  “We haven’t had a taste of it yet; but we devoured a goodly piece of a mountain sheep.”

  “Just so. I was going to speak of a mountain sheep, if my servants hadn’t interrupted me so often with inquiries as to how they should make the wine sauce. Ah! I see our meal is ready; we will therefore repair to the banquet hall.”

  The six took their seats upon the leaves, and ate the meal in the usual primitive manner, verifying the adage, “hunger is the best sauce.”

  Ned Trimble enlivened the meal in his usual loquacious manner; and after a great many words and circumlocution, the fact was discovered that he and his friends had spent the last five years in California, not having visited a civilized post within two years.

  Disgusted with their ill success in the Sacramento Valley, they had pulled up stakes and started off to hunt new fields for themselves. They were very cheerful and hopeful, and according to their accounts had encountered every imaginable danger of the California wilds.

  Elwood inquired whether they had met any grizzly bears.

  “Grizzly bears!” repeated Ned, stopping just as he was about to insert a huge piece of meat in his mouth. “Grizzly bears? Well, there! We’ve lived among ’em!”

  “Is it possible?”

  “Yes; I tracked a big grizzly in the Sierra Nevada for two days and then I stopped.”

  “What made you stop?”

  “I concluded the bear tracks were getting a little too fresh!”

  CHAPTER XVIII

  A Want Supplied

  One thing attracted the notice and pleased our friends, and gave them a hope of being able to supply a want they had felt every moment since landing upon the California coast. Each of the miners had two rifles, and were abundantly supplied with ammunition and mining tools. The wonder was how they could carry so heavy a load for such a distance. It could not be understood until Ned Trimble stated that they had two good, tough mules pasturing in a secluded place about a half-mile distant.

  “That ’ere Injin blanket you’re carryin’ is rather pretty!” remarked Ned as he rubbed his greasy fingers through his hair.

  “Yes, we got it of an Indian girl, and take great pride in it.”

  “You did, eh? What did you give her for it?”

  “A gold watch.”

  “Ah! Well, if the watch was a first-rate one maybe she got her pay; but what did she want with a watch? That’s just the way with all women. They’ll give ten times the value for some little gewgaw to wear about ’em. I was engaged to a fine-looking girl in North Carolina, but I seen she was getting so extravagant that I couldn’t understand it, so I left before it was too late.”

  “A very wise plan.”

  “Yes, she was very extravagant.”

  “In what respect?” asked Elwood, who was quite amused at their newly-found friend.

  “Well, you see, she would persist in wearing shoes on Sunday instead of going barefoot like the rest of the young ladies. I warned her two or three times, but I catched her at church one day with them on, and so I went over to the house that night and told her I couldn’t trust her any longer, and we exchanged presents and parted.”

  “Exchanged presents?” laughed Wakeman. “What sort of presents were they?”

  “I wish no trifling insinuations, sir,” replied Ned, with a grandiloquent air. “She returned to me a tooth brush that I had presented her some months before, and I gave back to her a tin button that she had bought of a traveling peddler, and that I had been wearing on Sundays for my breastpin. ’Tis not the intrinsic worth you know, but the associations connected with such things that makes ’em dear. But it is a painful subject, gentlemen, and let us, therefore, dismiss it.”

  Howard and Lawrence thought it best to introduce the matter upon which they had been so long meditating.

  “I notice that each of you have two guns apiece. Did you leave San Francisco with that supply?”

  “No; we’ve got ’em of the redskins we’ve run agin on the way.”

  “Would you be willing to sell us a couple? You observe we have but one between us, and it makes it rather dangerous, as none of us are very skillful in the use of the rifle.”

  “You needn’t take the trouble to tell us that,” replied Ned, with a quizzical look. “I’d like to accommodate you, but we had begun to think that we needed three or four guns apiece; for, you see, we intend to stay in these parts some time, and we are sure to have trouble with the redskins.”

  “If you really wish them,” remarked Elwood, “of course we cannot ask you to part with them.”

  “What’ll you give?” abruptly asked Ned.

  “What will you take?”

  “I couldn’t sell you both of mine, as I wouldn’t have one; but, Wakeman, if I part with one of mine will you do the same?”

  “Yes; for I know they’ll need the arms before they get back to San Francisco.”

  “Then the question is, what will you ask us for the two guns?”

  “Can you give us a hundred dollars?”

  “Apiece?”

  “No, no, no; for both of ’em.”

  “Yes; we will gladly do that.”
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br />   Now came the crisis. The party had not a dozen dollars among them. Howard and Elwood had left their money in the berth of the steamer, and of course it was irrevocably gone. But Elwood’s watch remained, and that at the least calculation was worth one hundred and fifty; but whether the miners would accept it at a fair valuation for their pieces, was in their minds very doubtful.

  “We have no money,” said Howard, “but my cousin has a watch that is worth more than that sum, which he will give you for the two guns.”

  “Let’s see it.”

  It was produced and passed around the company. Ned opened and shut it, and shook it and placed it to his ear.

  “It ain’t running,” he suddenly said.

  “No; the salt water has stopped it, but I do not think it is really injured. A little cleaning will speedily set it going.”

  Ned passed the time-piece back again.

  “Don’t want it; it won’t do us no good.”

  “But you are hunting for gold, and there is enough in it to make it worth your while to take it.”

  “We expect to find all the gold we can carry back with us without loading our mules down with gold watches.”

  Elwood replaced the watch in his pocket, disheartened at the failure of his offer.

  “We have no money; if you will call at my father’s the next time you go to San Francisco, he will gladly give you your price.”

  “Don’t know as we shall go to San Francisco for the next five years; shan’t go any way until we are loaded down with gold, and then we won’t care about calling on your father—more likely he’ll want to call on us.”

  An idea struck Howard.

  “You are pleased with our blanket. Will you exchange your guns for that?”

  Ned shook his head.

  “Got all the blankets we want; don’t want it; keep it yourself.”

  “Will you not give us one gun for both the blanket and watch?”

  The miner now laughed, and shook his head again.

  “Don’t want either; can’t do it.”

  The boys now despaired.

  “Well, we may as well give up. We can’t get any guns of you.”

  “What is the reason you can’t?”

  “You seem unwilling to trade, and we can not buy them.”

  “Of course you can’t; but—”

  And thereupon the miner rose to his feet and handed one gun to Elwood and the other to Howard.

  “What does this mean?” asked the latter, not comprehending him.

  “You don’t suppose we would be mean enough to sell you anything you needed so bad, do you? No; take them both, and here’s a lot of lead, gun-caps and ammunition.”

  “But—”

  “No buts about it. Take ’em, you’re welcome, for you need ’em. I was only joking with you.”

  CHAPTER XIX

  The Canoe

  Ned Trimble would not hear the repeated thanks of our friends, but waved them an impressive and magnificent farewell as they took their departure. They were not yet beyond sight of each other when they heard him calling to them in excited tones, and the next moment he came running after them.

  “I think you said you was going to undertake to foller the river down the valley, didn’t you?”

  They made answer that such was their intention, whereupon he hastened to add:

  “About a mile down, under some bushes that stick out by a big rock, on the same side that you’re traveling, is a little Injin canoe that is just the thing you want. You’re welcome to it.”

  “But how shall we thank you?”

  “I don’t know; again, my noble friends, I bid thee farewell, and if forever, still forever, fare thee well.”

  The eccentric miner lifted his hat, bowed very low, and sauntered back to his friends with the air of a monarch who had just indulged in some gracious act of condescension, while our friends, delighted beyond measure, hurried forward on their journey.

  They were now amply provided—each having a gun and plenty of ammunition, and their faithful dog. They began to look upon themselves as on a holiday excursion. The only thing was, that there was rather too strong a tinge of danger about it. If they were but a hundred or two miles nearer home, and their parents had no anxiety regarding them, it would be more pleasant. But then, they could easily understand how much worse it easily could be, and they were heartfelt at the good fortune which had followed them thus far on their strange entry into California. The most that they could ask was that it might continue.

  Elwood and Howard were anxious to test their marksmanship, but prudence forbade it, as the chances were that they would need all their ammunition, and the report of their guns might draw inconvenient attention to themselves.

  They were walking cheerily along when a singular object caught their eyes. At first sight it resembled an Indian hut; but it was much too small to be inhabited by a human being, and therefore must have been the handiwork of some animal.

  “Shall we batter it down?” asked Elwood.

  “No; we do not know what is in it, and there is no use of wantonly destroying the home of any dumb creature.”

  “It reminds me of me birthplace in ould Ireland,” said Tim, with a sigh.

  But Terror was not so considerate as his masters; for bursting forward he placed his snout at the lower orifice, snuffed furiously, and then clawed so savagely that the greater part of the singular fabric came tumbling to the ground. It was made of brush and twigs, and like everything constructed by instinct, was put together with great skill. Terror could not be restrained until he had inflicted great injury.

  “Look! what are they?” exclaimed Howard in astonishment. “What strange-looking creatures!”

  “Snapping tortles!” replied Tim, staring with an expression of the greatest astonishment at the objects.

  Three animals, about the size of a musk-rat, with webbed feet, and the color of mice, came scrambling forth and scampered away for the shelter of the rocks.

  Terror by this time had been brought under restraint, and was prevented from crushing them to death as they ran.

  Great speculation was caused by their appearance, as none of our friends had seen anything like them, nor had they ever heard or read of such. They were, in fact, a species of mountain rat living in the vicinity of mountains and constructing their singular-looking huts with remarkable skill, often building them to a height of six feet. Their fur is very fine, and the hunters and trappers frequently take the animals for their coats, although their diminutive size, when compared with the beaver, otter, and other fur-bearing animals, prevents their being much in demand.

  The hunters, as perhaps it is proper to term them, were too anxious to discover the canoe to pause long at any curiosity unless it was something extraordinary. They carefully noted the distance they journeyed, and when they judged they had gone about a mile, stepped into the edge of the river and looked about them. But they saw nothing answering to Ned Trimble’s description of the hiding-place of the boat.

  “Perhaps he was jesting,” remarked Elwood.

  “No; I think he is too kind-hearted for that. He may have been mistaken as to whether it is precisely a mile or not.”

  “Whist! but it strikes me that the bushes are rather thick just ayonst you.”

  Tim pointed to a spot a hundred rods away which had failed to arrest their attention. There was nothing unusual, except mayhap that the overhanging shrubbery was rather denser than usual; but it held out hope, and the party hurried pell-mell to the spot.

  There, sure enough, they descried the rock, and lifting the bushes, caught sight of the small, delicate canoe concealed beneath. Elwood was in the advance, and quickly pulled it forth with the wildest expressions of delight.

  “Isn’t it splendid!” he fairly shouted. “And here is a long paddle. Our work is now done.”

  “Do yees jist stand up in the same,” said Tim, “and see what a beautiful rest it gives to the faat.”

  The impulsive boy caught up the paddl
e, and rose to his feet; but it was like unto him who first puts on skates. It flashed from beneath him, and he was precipitated headlong into the water. The others, as a matter of course, laughed.

  “That was done on purpose,” said Elwood as he clambered to his feet again.

  “I wished to give yees a little insthruction, and that was me first lesson.”

  “Well, I learned considerable at any rate.”

  The canoe was caught, and the three carefully entered and seated themselves. It was made of bark, bound together with cord and gum, and would have held double their weight, being very light and buoyant.

  A vast amount of sport was afforded the party in learning to navigate the frail vessel. Tim had had some experience in the matter, and could propel it quite dexterously; but the boys were much at fault: they expended far more strength than there was any need for, and soon exhausted themselves so thoroughly that they were obliged to relinquish the sole management of the boat into the hands of Tim O’Rooney.

  “There’s a bootiful current here,” said he, “and we can have the illegant pleasure of moving along without working ourselves, as me frind, Michael McGubbens, said when they carried him off to Botany Bay.”

  The Irishman first dipped his paddle upon the one side and then upon the other, and imparted quite a velocity to the canoe. The boys were so pleased with the easy, gliding motion that they failed to notice the shores they were passing between. When finally Tim lay down his paddle and rested they were charmed.

  All were tired enough to make them enjoy this relaxation and the sensation of floating so idly forward. The sky was clear and almost free of clouds, the dry air was not uncomfortably warm, and an occasional breeze that came floating apparently from the snowy peaks of the Coast Range imparted delicious coolness. On the left stretched the high hills intervening between them and the Pacific, and on the right rose the vast Coast Mountains, forming in its extensive line some of the finest scenery on the North American Continent.

  By-and-by, as they rounded a bend in the river, a small island appeared near the center of the channel.

  “There we will rest,” said Howard.

  A half-hour later the canoe lightly touched the shore, and springing out they pulled it up on the land after them. They had scarcely done so when a groan very near them startled them all.