Just so, sir, said the ex-seaman, with a look of satisfaction, I knowd you wouldnt be doin that in a hurry, so Ive comed to have a talk with e about it.
Very good, sit down, said Frank, and let us consider it. In the first place, I regret to say that I have not been taught any trade, so that I cannot become a blacksmith or a carpenter or anything of that sort. A clerks duties I can undertake, but it seems to me that clerks are not much wanted here just now. Porterage is heavy work and rather slow. I may be reduced to that if nothing better turns up, but it has occurred to me that I might try painting with success. What would you say to that, Joe?
The man looked at Frank in surprise. Well, said he, people dont look as if they wanted to paint their houses here, an most of ems got no houses.
Why, man, I dont mean house-painting. It is portrait and landscape painting that I refer to, said Frank, laughing.
Joe shook his head gravely. Never do, Mr Frank
Stop! if you and I are to be companions in trouble, you must not call me Mister Frank, you must drop the mister.
Then I wont go with e, sir, thats all about it, said Joe firmly.
Very well, please yourself, said Frank, with a laugh; but if painting is so hopeless, what would you advise?
The diggins, answered Joe.
I thought so, said Frank, shaking his head.
Most men out of work rush to the diggings. Indeed, many men are fools enough to leave their work to go there, but I confess that I dont like the notion. It has always appeared to me such a pitiful thing to see men, who are fit for better things, go grubbing in the mud for gold.
But what are men to do, Mr Frank, wen they cant git no other work?
Of course it is better to dig than to idle or starve, or be a burden on ones friends; nevertheless, I dont like the notion of it. I suppose, however, that I must try it just now, for it is quite certain that we cannot exist here without gold. By the way, Joe, have you got any more?
Not a rap, sir.
Hm, then I doubt whether I have enough to buy tools, not to speak of provisions.
Ive bin thinkin about that, sir, said Joe, and it seems to me that our only chance lie in settin up a grog and provision store!
A grog and provision store!
Yes, sir, the fact is that I had laid in a stock of pipes and baccy, tea and brandy, for winters use this year. Now as things have turned out, I shant want these just at this minute, so we can sell em off to the diggers at a large profit. We might make a good thing of it, sir, for youve no notion wot prices theyll give for things on the road to the diggins
Frank here interrupted his friend with a hearty laugh, and at the same time declared that he would have nothing to do with the grog and provision store; that he would rather take to porterage than engage in any such enterprise.
Well, then, sir, we wont say no more about that, but wot coorse would ye advise the ships head to be laid?
Frank was silent for a few minutes as he sat with downcast eyes, absorbed in meditation. Then he looked up suddenly, and said, Joe, Ill give you a definite answer to that question to-morrow morning. To-night I will think over it and make arrangements. Meanwhile, let it suffice that I have made up my mind to go to the diggings, and if you remain in the same mind to-morrow, come here all ready for a start.
The ruddy countenance of the sturdy ex-porter beamed with gratification as he rose and took his leave of Frank, who heard him, as he walked away, making sundry allusions in nautical phraseology to having his anchor tripped at last, and the sails shook out, all ready for a start with the first o the flood-tide in the morning!
Chapter Three.
A Visit to the Diggings resolved on. Terrible Commencement of the Journey
When next morning arrived, Joe Graddy, true to his word, appeared with the firstif not of the flood-tide, at least of the morning sun, and Frank told him that, on the previous evening, he had made arrangements to go to the diggings in company with a party that was to start the following day; that he had already made purchases of the few things which they would require on the journey, and that the only thing remaining to be done was to pack up.
Now, Joe, you must go at once to the principal guide and make arrangements with him as to that brandy and tea on which you expect to found your future fortunes. I told him to expect a visit from you early in the day.
Wotiver you do, do it at once, said Joe, putting on his straw hat with an energetic slap. Thats one of my mottos. Ill go an carry it into practice.
The following day saw Frank and his man set forth with a party of about thirty men, all of whom were clad in blue or red flannel shirts, straw hats, big boots, and other rough garments; with rifles on their shoulders, and bowie-knives and pistols in their belts. These were men of various nations; Californians, Chinamen, Malays, Americans, Scotch, and English, and many of them looked not only rough but savage. In truth, they were as diverse in their characters as in their appearance, some of them being men who had evidently moved in good society, while others were as evidently of the lowestprobably the convictclass. They had all, however, been thrown together by the force of a common interest. All were bound for the gold-mines, and it was necessary that they should travel in company for mutual protection and assistance.
There were two guides, who had charge of ten pack-mules loaded with provisions for the storekeepers at some remote diggings. These guides were stern, powerful, bronzed fellows, who had to make their way among rough men in difficult circumstances, and they seemed to be quite prepared to do so, being fearless, resolute, and armed to the teeth.
Joe Graddy had obtained permission, on promise of payment, to place his little fortune on the backs of the mules, so that he and Frank had nothing to carry save their weapons and blankets, besides a tin cup each at their girdles, and a water-bag.
Come, I like this sort of thing, said one of the party, an Englishman, when the order was given to start. If it is all like this it will be uncommonly jolly.
I guess it aint all like this, stranger, said one of the Americans with a good-humoured grin.
One of the guides laughed, and the other ejaculated humph! as they set forward.
There was indeed some ground for the remark of the Englishman, for the country through which they passed was most beautiful, and the weather delicious. Their track lay over an undulating region of park-like land covered with short grass; clumps of bushes were scattered here and there about the plain, and high above these towered some magnificent specimens of the oak, sycamore, and Californian cypress, while in the extreme distance rose the ranges of the golden mountainsthe Sierra Nevadain the midst of which lay the treasures of which they were in search.
All the members of the party were on foot, and, being fresh, full of hope, and eager to reach their destination. They chatted gaily as they marched over the prairie.
On the way the good-humoured American seemed to take a fancy to Frank, with whom he had a great deal of animated conversation. After asking our hero every possible question in regard to himself and intentions, he told him that he was Yankee,a piece of superfluous information, by the way;that his name was Jeffson, that he was a store-keeper at one of the farthest off diggings, that the chief part of the loading of one of the mules belonged to him, and that he was driving a considerable business in gold-dust without the trouble of digging for it.