Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-15

had filled their pipes and had throw
themselves about the roaring and sweet
smelling fire Of yew and juniper. he wa.
made to feel quite at home, and soor
fell SO soundly asleep by the fire that he
knew nothing more till the sun came
down over the mountains next morning.
and looked him full in the face am;
wakened him.
1t was Nut Crackers "cook week. "
and he had left cup full of coffee hot
by the fire, where the boy still lay. With
an air of desperation, he was now down
on his knees, with his sleeves rolled up.
before tub full of boiling hot water
and obstinately greasy tin plates.
He made an experimental dive with his
big fist into the boiling water, and then
suddenly leaped up, and, hopping high
on his naked heels, launched into Sc
| ries of incoherent oaths. which was tim.
idly interrupted by the boy.
Let me wash 'em for you, please ?"
"You ?" said Nut Crackers. sayagelv.
| IN an effort to vent some of his irritation
On the newcomer.
Yes, as soon as I wash my hands. ="
"You'd better drink your coffee. and
get some color in your face first"
81 will. But, sir, want to wash the
dishes for you. know how. I always
washed the dishes for mother at home
when she was sick"
Nut Crackers stoppedswearing PRETTY
soon he came up to the boy, who was
washing his hands and face in the little
stream that slid through camp. and.
swapping his fingers, which were as red
as boiled craw-fsh, said:
Kid, have you got mother, and do
you? But bah Yes, wash 'em.
It's not mans place to wash dishes.
Wash 'em and clean up about camp.
Got 10 money to pay you; we're all on
the verge: But you clean up about here,
and stay round for grub; time enough
to get down to the Flat after BEANS
And with this he unrolIed his sleeves
and hobbled off down to the mine. leay
ing the boy in charge of the few blankets.
brush-beds, complexities, pans and old
boots which made up the tangible fort
une OF the "Sacramento Wing Dam
Company.
When the ten tired men came to din
her that day they found such change
for the better that they persuaded the
boy to stay. True, they had no money.
even for themselves but, when they
''struck it and strike it they must
the very next week-he should be paid.
and paid we'll. And with this under
standing they went back to their work
that afternoon, leaving behind them
hoy with q lighter heart than he had
borne for half year.
The men worked like beavers now.
Ihe summer had slipped away, and win
ter had taken possession of the SUBMITS
Of the mountains, and set them with
snowy castles. The river was rising
very day, inch by inch. They must
cut quite across the river-bed, and strike
he vein before the river broke over the
wlnG-dam. or 81, their labor would he
lost. They had already, even in mid.
summer, pierced the center OF tbe river
bed and thrown the stormy stream be-
hiDd them. They were now on lie
iilther side, and were cutting straight
tor the bedrock bank that cropped out
not twenty feet away. They had begun
With the rock-bed on the other side, and
had followed the rock-bed across the en-
tire bed of the river. The gold must DE
somewhere ahead of them-somewhera
within the next twenty feet. It was nov
only Il question OF days, OF hours. This,
be it remembered, was in the early days.
when all men still obstinately believed.
shat gold must lie in veins and strata.
How full of hope, Of heart, were these
men who had been shut up there in Il
gaping crevice Of the earth all summer
Sot one doubted that they would strike
ia little yellow vein deep in the bed
Of this stormy river, where the finger OF
God Lad placed it in the dawn of crea-
ton. Banks might fail, ships founder
at sea, but this gold-it was there! 1t
had to be there A little yellow river
of virgin gold
These ten men did the work of forty.
They could hardly wait for dawn, anu
they worked OF night while the little
stars stood sentinel at the castles OF
snow above them. They scarcely ate
their food, they were SO eager. How
ever, there was little to eat. They did
not wear much clothing, though winter
Was in the air. One man had not even
the fragments of sleeves to his only re-
naming shirt. This was the man callei
Samson. He had arms like e giant,
and would show the knots of muscle Of
his arms by the freight and boast of his
strength by the hour. He had theory
that his arms should always be entirely
naked. He said he had torn off and
thrown away his splendid sleeves in or.
der to give the muscles of his arms full
play, and he advised al the boys to do
the same. But it so happened that one
night, after one of these boastful exhibit
tons, having undertaken to dry the
socks of these giants on pole by the
fire as they slept, the boy discovered
that Samson had torn off the coverings
OF his arms that be might protect his
feet.
It is to be recorded that the early Cal
ifornian was particularly partial to bib
lical names. There was one of this
party called Joseph. "We calls him
Joseph because one day he fell in the
pit and then, he's the biggest fool in
the camp" said Lazarus, bony, pock-
marked, thoughtful man, aside to the
boy.
One of this company was now called
Col. Lasses. Coz. Lasses was frem the
South, and chewed tobacco. Perhaps
nothing pleased the Colonel better than
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