At first they were moderately successful, and at that time what amazingly golden visions they did indulge!
"A carriage and pair," soliloquised Watty Wilkins, one evening at supper, while his eyes rested complacently on the proceeds of the day"s labour--a little heap of nuggets and gold-dust, which lay on a sheet of paper beside him; "a carriage and pair, a town house in London, a country house near Bath or Tunbridge Wells, and a shooting-box in the Scotch Highlands. Such is my reasonable ambition."
"Not bad," said Philosopher Jack, "if you throw in a salmon river near the shooting-box, and the right to wear the bonnet, plaid, and kilt at pleasure."
"Not to mention bare legs an" rheumatiz," remarked Simon O"Rook, who was busy with the frying-pan. "Sure, if the good Queen herself was to order me to putt on such things, I"d take off me bonnet an" plaid in excuse that I"d be kilt entirely if she held me to it. All the same I"d obey her, for I"m a loyal subject."
"You"re a bad cook, anyhow," said Baldwin Burr, "to burn the bacon like that."
"Burn it!" retorted O"Rook with an air of annoyance, "man alive, how can I help it? It hasn"t fat enough to slide in, much less to swim. It"s my belief that the pig as owned it was fed on mahogany-sawdust and steel filin"s. There, ait it, an" howld yer tongue. It"s good enough for a goold-digger, anyhow."
"In regard to that little bit of ambition o" your"n," said Bob Corkey, as the party continued their meal, "seems to me, Watty, that you might go in for a carriage an" four, or six, when you"re at it."
"No, Corkey, no," returned the other, "that would be imitating the foibles of the great, which I scorn. What is _your_ particular ambition, now, Mr Luke? What will you buy when you"ve dug up your fortune?"
The cadaverous individual addressed, who had become thinner and more cadaverous than ever, looked up from his pewter plate, and, with a sickly smile, replied that he would give all the gold in the mines to purchase peace of mind.
This was received with a look of surprise, which was followed by a burst of laughter.
"Why, you ain"t an escaped convict, are you?" exclaimed Baldwin Burr.
"No, I"m only an escaped man of business, escaped from the toils, and worries, and confinements of city life," returned Mr Luke, with another sickly smile, as he returned to his tough bacon.
"Well, Mr Luke, if contrast brings any blessing with it," said Edwin Jack, "you ought to revive here, for you have splendid fresh country air--by night as well as by day--a fine laborious occupation with pick and shovel, a healthy appet.i.te, wet feet continually, mud up to the eyes, and gold to your heart"s content. What more can you desire?"
"Nothing," replied the cadaverous man with a sigh.
The state of prosperity to which Jack referred did not last. Their first "claim," though rich, was soon worked out, and they were obliged to seek another. This turned out to be a poor one, yielding barely enough of the precious metal to enable them to pay their way, every article of clothing, tools, and food being excessively dear at the mines. Nevertheless, they worked on in hope, but what was termed their "luck" became worse and worse every day, so that at last they were obliged to run into debt.
This was not difficult to do, for the princ.i.p.al store-keeper, Higgins by name, saw that they were respectable, trustworthy men, and felt pretty safe in giving them supplies on credit. One bad result of the debt thus incurred was that the whole tone and spirit of the party was lowered.
"It"s too bad," growled Philosopher Jack one evening, as he strode into the tent and flung down his tools; "got barely enough to keep the pot boiling."
"Better that than nothing," remarked Watty Wilkins, who was in the act of taking off his wet boots. "_I_ haven"t got as much dust as would gild the end of a b.u.mbee"s nose. Hope some of the others have been more successful. None of them have come in yet except O"Rook, who is as unlucky as myself. He"s off to the store for something for supper."
Watty sat down before the fire which burned in front of the tent, and sadly toasted his toes.
"I"ll tell you what," said Jack, sitting down beside him, "I fear we were fools to come here."
"Not so sure of that" returned Wilkins, with a dubious shake of the head. "Every one, you know, cannot be lucky. Some succeed and some don"t. We are down just now, that"s all. The wheel of fortune is going round, and something will be sure to turn up soon."
"Nothing will turn up unless we turn it up for ourselves, you may depend upon that" said Philosopher Jack.
"The captain seemed to preach a different doctrine from that last Sunday, didn"t he, when he remarked that G.o.d sometimes sends prosperity and riches to those who neither ask, work for, nor deserve them?"
"True, Watty, but these, he told us, were exceptional cases; the rule being, that those who labour with body or mind acquire possessions, while those who don"t labour fall into poverty. The simple truth of that rule is partially veiled by the fact that thousands of laborious men labour unwisely, on the one hand, while, on the other hand, thousands of idle men live on the product of their forefathers" labours.
Besides, didn"t the captain also impress upon us that success is not success when it leads to evil, and failure is not failure when it results in good?"
"From all which," retorted Watty, "you bring forward strong proof that your present growling at bad luck is most unphilosophic, you cross-grained philosopher."
"Not at all," returned Jack. "The captain"s principles may, or may not be correct. The mere statement of them does not prove that my ill luck just now is going to result in good. But the worst of it is, that during the time of our good fortune, I had been h.o.a.rding up in order to be able to send money to my poor father, and now it has all melted away."
"I"m sorry for you, Jack," said Watty, "but that is not the worst of it to my mind, bad though it be. What grieves me most is, that my dear friend and chum, Ben Trench, is surely losing his health under the strain of anxiety and hard work. You see, he is not gifted with the gutta-percha feelings and cast-iron frame of Philosopher Jack, neither has he the happy-go-lucky spirit and tough little corpus of Watty Wilkins, so that it tells on him heavily--very heavily."
Poor Watty said this half jestingly, yet with such a look of genuine feeling that Jack forgot his own troubles for the moment.
"Something _must_ be done," he said, gazing with a concerned look at the fire. "Did you observe that man Conway last night up at the store?"
"Yes; what of him?"
"He staked largely at the gaming-table last night--and won."
Little Wilkins glanced quickly in his friend"s face. "Jack," he said, with a look and tone of earnestness quite unusual to him, "we must not think of _that_. Whatever straits we are reduced to, we must not gamble--I repeat, we _must_ not!"
"Why not, little man?" asked Jack, with an amused smile at what he considered an uncalled-for burst of seriousness.
"Because it is dishonourable," said Wilkins, promptly.
"I don"t see it to be so," returned Jack. "If I am willing to stake my money on a chance of black or red turning up, and the banker is willing to take his chance, why should we not do it? the chances are equal; both willing to win or to lose, nothing dishonourable in that! Or, if I bet with you and you bet with me, we both agree to accept the consequences, having a right, of course, to do what we please with our own."
"Now, Jack," said Wilkins, "I"m not going to set up for a little preacher, or attempt to argue with a big philosopher, but I"ll tell you what my father has impressed on me about this matter. One day, when we were pa.s.sing some ragged boys playing pitch-and-toss on the street, he said to me, `Watty, my boy, no man should gamble, because it is dishonourable. To want money that does not belong to you is greedy. To try to get it from your neighbour without working for it is mean. To risk your money in the hope of increasing it by trade, or other fair means, and so benefit yourself and others, is right; but to risk it for nothing, with the certainty of impoverishing some one else if you win, or injuring yourself if you lose, is foolish and unfeeling. The fact that some one else is willing to bet with you, only proves that you have met with one as foolish and unfeeling as yourself, and the agreement of two unfeeling fools does not result in wisdom. You will hear it said, my boy, that a man has a right to do what he will with his own. That is not true. As far as the world at large is concerned, it is, indeed, partially true, but a man may only do what G.o.d allows with what He has lent him. He is strictly accountable to G.o.d for the spending of every penny. He is accountable, also, to his wife and his children, in a certain degree, ay, and to his tradesmen, if he owes them anything.
Yes, Watty, gambling for money is dishonourable, believe me!" Now, Jack, I did, and I do believe him, from the bottom of my heart."
What Jack would have replied we cannot tell, for the conversation was interrupted at that moment by the abrupt appearance of Captain Samson.
He led Polly by the hand. The child had an unwonted expression of sadness on her face.
"Come into the tent. Now then, darling," said the captain; "sit on my knee, and tell me all about it. Polly has seen something in her rambles that has made her cry," he explained to Jack, Wilkins, and the rest of the party who chanced to come in while he was speaking. "Let us hear about it."
"Oh! it is _so_ sad," said Polly, whimpering. "You know that good kind man Jacob Buckley, who lives up in Redman"s Gap with his sick brother Daniel, who is so fond of me; well, I went up to the Gap this afternoon, when I had done cleaning up, to sit with the sick brother for a little.
I found him in great anxiety and very ill. He told me that Jacob, who had always been such a good nurse to him, is much cast down by his bad luck, and has taken to drink, and that he has lost or spent all his money, and can"t get credit at the store. He went out quite drunk last night, and has not returned since. Of course poor Daniel has had nothing to eat, for he can"t leave his bed without help, and even if he could, there isn"t a morsel of food in the house."
This story created much sympathy in the hearts of Polly"s hearers.
"Well now, messmates, what"s to be done in this case?" asked Captain Samson, looking round.
"Make a c"lection," said O"Rook.
"Here you are," said Watty, taking up his cap and dropping several small nuggets into it as he handed it to Jack.
The philosopher contributed a pretty large nugget, which, in his heart, he had intended to stake at the gaming-table. "Well," said he, "we are reduced to low enough circ.u.mstances just now, but we are rich compared with poor Buckley."
The entire party at that time numbered only nine, including Polly, Bounce, and Badger, the other members of the crew of the _Lively Poll_ having separated soon after leaving San Francisco. But as all of them were men of generous spirit, Watty"s cap soon contained a very creditable "c"lection," which was made up forthwith into a bag, and carried with some cooked provisions by Polly to Redman"s Gap, under the safe escort of her father and Baldwin Burr.
The following evening, after supper, Philosopher Jack quietly put his last bag of gold into his pocket and went off with it to Higgins" store.
On the way up he entered into a debate with himself as to the rect.i.tude of gambling. He seemed to himself to be composed of two persons, one of whom condemned, while the other defended gambling. But Jack had a strong will of his own. He was not to be lightly turned from a purpose, either by the disputants within him or by the arguments of his friend Wilkins. Being a good reasoner, our philosopher found that the condemner of gambling within him was rapidly getting the best of the argument; he therefore brought the matter to a point by suddenly exclaiming aloud, "Now, the question is, shall I do it?"
"Don"t?" said his old, brusque, but faithful friend Conscience, with a prompt.i.tude that made him quite uncomfortable.