"By all means no," concurred the old doctor. "But according to what Charley understood (and you heard some of it, yourself), that man gave him the dust, and also wanted him to have the mine. So you and he are going out there, and you"ll start just as soon as you possibly can."
"You will go, won"t you, George?" urged Mrs. Adams. "I"ll get along splendidly. The main thing is your health. We can"t any of us be happy or contented while you"re poorly--and the doctor says California is the very thing for you. It does seem as though the way had been opened by Providence. I"m just as glad as I can be!"
"So am I!" cheered Charley. "I"m going over and tell Billy."
"Hold on a bit," cautioned the doctor. "Wait till we finish up."
It required considerable more talk before Mr. Adams was fully persuaded. At last he did say that he"d go, if Mrs. Adams could be left--and if Charley would lend him the money. Lend him the money! As if Charley wouldn"t gladly give him every cent--yes, and stay home himself, to boot, if necessary. But that was not necessary; Charley was to go, as partner and comrade.
Plans followed thick and fast, and Charley was chock full of news when he found Billy Walker.
"You don"t know what I know!"
"What?" asked Billy.
"I"m going out to California! I"ll get there before you do!"
"Aw--honest?" queried Billy. "We start day after to-morrow. How"ll you beat us? When do you start? Who else is going?"
"Start next week. Dad and I."
"Why don"t you come with us? We"d have a lot of fun. How are you going to beat us? What"s your outfit? We"ve got a mighty fine team of horses."
"We are not going overland," announced Charley, triumphantly. "That"s too long, and my father needs the sea air. We"re going across the Isthmus and sail up the Pacific to San Francisco!"
"How long will that take?" demanded Billy.
"About a month and a half, in all."
"Oh, shucks!" said Billy. "It"ll take us three months. That"s what the papers say, anyhow. Maybe you _will_ beat us, then. But I"ll have twice as much fun."
"Why?" asked Charley.
"Because we"ll be twice as long--see? What are you going to take?
You"d better look over our stuff. Come on."
"We"ve bought everything we could here in St. Louis," explained Billy, as he led the way. "They say California prices are awful, there"s such a rush. Our wagon"s full."
And as it stood in the Walkers"s back yard, it certainly was.
"We won"t need such a lot of provisions," said Charley, wisely. "We get fed on the boats."
"That"s so," agreed Billy. "But dad and I"ll use up 150 pounds of flour and bacon apiece, just getting across. An article in the paper said people ought to carry that much, besides coffee and sugar and salt and all that. Now I"ll show you my clothes."
That was more interesting. The stout flannel shirts and the jean trousers and the heavy cow-hide boots and the belt and the wide-brimmed slouch hat and the coa.r.s.e knitted socks looked very business-like. Mr.
Walker"s clothes were about the same, except that his flannel shirts were red, while Billy"s were blue. Charley resolved that he"d get red, for himself.
"You ought to have guns, too," a.s.serted Billy. "You might need "em.
We"ll need ours, I bet, for buffalo and Injuns and grizzly bears. The papers say to take a rifle and pair of pistols, five pounds of powder and ten pounds of lead. Dad"s bought one of those new-kind patent revolving pistols--you can shoot it six times and take out the cylinder and put in another and shoot six times more! Guess there won"t many Injuns want to tackle _us_! And I"ve got a seven-shooter rifle, all my own."
III
AN UNWELCOME COMPANION
According to an advertis.e.m.e.nt in the St. Louis papers the steamship _Georgia_, from New York for the Isthmus of Panama, was to arrive at New Orleans in three weeks. That would be just about the right date, decided Mr. Adams, to allow him and Charley to make their preparations, and take a steamboat down the Mississippi from St. Louis to New Orleans.
Now all was excitement, not only at the Adams home, but throughout St.
Louis and the whole eastern country. Charley bid good-bye to Billy and Billy"s father, when with their team and white-topped wagon they pulled out, in their party, for Westport Landing, which is now Kansas City.
From Westport Landing they were to drive on to Council Grove, thirty miles west, which was the big starting point for California. The papers declared that already, in this April, 15,000 people had gathered along the Missouri River border, all the way from Independence, Missouri, to Council Bluffs of Iowa, prepared to start on their 2000-mile trip to the new gold fields, as soon as the gra.s.s began to grow. Every boat, too, to the Isthmus, was crowded--and so were the sailing vessels, bound around Cape Horn!
The lowest cabin-fare, New York to San Francis...o...b.. the Isthmus, was $395! Counting the steamboat trip down the Mississippi, the fare was about the same from St. Louis. Whew! That seemed to Charley a lot of money--but thanks to the stranger whom they had taken in, Charley and his father had it, and could leave Mrs. Adams well provided for, besides, with what Mr. Adams had in reserve. That was good. A number of men had gone off and left their families to get along as best they could, but this was not Mr. Adams"s way.
Being an experienced campaigner, Charley"s father knew just about what kind of an outfit they would need; and of course, as Billy had said, the papers all had published lists, for the information of the emigrants.
All the clothing should be of the toughest and hardiest material; by accounts there would not be much chance to renew it, out at the mines, unless a person was prepared to pay tremendous prices. You should have seen Charley, when his clothes came home! It had been great fun, buying at the stores, where "California garments" were going like hot cakes, but he could scarcely wait until he had tried his things on. When he looked in the gla.s.s, and saw himself in broad slouch hat, and red flannel shirt, and belted trousers tucked into cowhide boots, with a blue bandanna handkerchief about his neck, he felt like a real gold-miner. The whitish cotton suits, for wear on shipboard and on the Isthmus, in the tropics, did not amount to much in comparison with this garb of a "Forty-niner"--as the papers were beginning to call the outgoing gold seekers.
Mr. Adams bought a brand-new Colt"s revolving rifle, that shot seven times, a revolving pistol (as it was termed), and two butcher-knives--one apiece, to be worn thrust through the belt. Charley donned the knife, just to see how it looked (and it looked very business-like), but his father did not allow him to put on the big pistol. Maybe out in the gold fields he might wear it, though.
Then there were two picks and two spades and two sheet-iron miners" pans.
These pans were round, about six inches deep and fifteen inches across at the rims, slanting to a foot across at the bottom. They resembled a milk-pan. They were to be used for "washing out" the gold from the dirt.
Charley had no idea how to do this; neither had his father--and neither had one in a hundred of the other people who were talking California.
But they all expected to learn, in case it was not possible to sc.r.a.pe the pure gold up with spades!
"By gracious!" exclaimed Mr. Adams, at the very last moment. "We mustn"t forget the skillet! That"s the most important thing yet."
"Of course!" agreed Mrs. Adams. "How"ll you fry your meat?"
So a new skillet was added to the outfit. The clothing packed a trunk jam full. The picks and spades and skillet and rifle and other unwieldy things were rolled in Mr. Adams"s two army blankets and a couple of quilts. That made a large bundle, and with the picks and spades showing finely it told exactly where the owners were bound. Charley was proud of that bundle.
At last, one morning, he donned his miner"s costume in earnest, for the day of the start had come. The trunk and bundle were sent down to the levee in a wagon. On this day, at ten o"clock, the steamboat _Robert Burns_ would leave for New Orleans.
Mrs. Adams of course went down to the levee with her two gold seekers to see them off. Moments were growing very precious. The _Robert Burns_ was there, waiting, the smoke welling from her tall twin stacks. The levee was crowded with pa.s.sengers and their friends and relatives. Negro roustabouts were hard at work hustling freight and baggage aboard.
Charley saw their trunk carried over the gangplank--and he nudged his father and pointed, for several pa.s.sengers, dressed in California costume, were carrying up the gangplank rolls of bedding just like theirs!
It was high time he hunted up their roll, too. He found it, where it had been pitched from the wagon. As he was proudly inspecting it to see that all was right, he stumbled over a small cowhide trunk. Attached to the handle was a card that read: "J. Jacobs"!
"Jacobs!" That was the long-nosed man"s name. Was he booked on the _Robert Burns_? And why? Charley grew excited at the thought, and when his father and mother strolled across, to be near the bundle, he called: "Father! Look here!"
Mr. Adams limped over (and big and fine he was in his rough clothes), to see.
"Humph!" he muttered. "Well, what of it, Charley?"
"Do you think that"s his?"
"Whose?"