Entering the inn, and seating themselves in a retired corner of the crowded gambling-room, Ned and Tom proceeded to discuss their present prospects and future plans in a frame of mind that was by no means enviable. They were several hundreds of miles distant from the scene of their first home at the diggings, without a dollar in their pockets, and only a horse between them. With the exception of the clothes on their backs, and Ned"s portfolio of drawing materials, which he always carried slung across his shoulder, they had nothing else in the world. Their first and most urgent necessity was supper, in order to procure which it behoved them to sell Tom"s horse. This was easily done, as, on application to the landlord, they were directed to a trader who was on the point of setting out on an expedition to Sacramento city, and who readily purchased the horse for less than half its value.
Being thus put in possession of funds sufficient at least for a few days, they sat down to supper with relieved minds, and afterwards went out to stroll about the settlement, and take a look at the various diggings. The miners here worked chiefly at the bars or sand-banks thrown up in various places by the river which coursed through their valley; but the labour was severe, and the return not sufficient to attract impatient and sanguine miners, although quite remunerative enough to those who wrought with steady perseverance. The district had been well worked, and many of the miners were out prospecting for new fields of labour. A few companies had been formed, and these, by united action and with the aid of long-toms, were well rewarded, but single diggers and pan-washers were beginning to become disheartened.
"Our prospects are not bright," observed Tom, sitting down on a rock close to the hut of a Yankee who was delving busily in a hole hard by.
"True," answered Ned, "in one sense they are not bright, but in another sense they are, for I never yet, in all my travels, beheld so beautiful and bright a prospect of land and water as we have from this spot. Just look at it, Tom; forget your golden dreams for a little, if you can, and look abroad upon the splendid face of nature."
Ned"s eye brightened as he spoke, for his love and admiration of the beauties and charms of nature amounted almost to a pa.s.sion. Tom, also, was a sincere admirer of lovely, and especially of wild, scenery, although he did not express his feelings so enthusiastically.
"Have you got your colours with you?" he inquired.
"I have; and if you have patience enough to sit here for half-an-hour I"ll sketch it. If not, take a stroll, and you"ll find me here when you return."
"I can admire nature for even longer than that period, but I cannot consent to watch a sketcher of nature even for five minutes, so I"ll take a stroll."
In a few minutes Ned, with book on knee and pencil in hand, was busily engaged in transferring the scene to paper, oblivious of gold, and prospects, and everything else, and utterly ignorant of the fact that the Yankee digger, having become curious as to what the stranger could be about, had quitted his hole, and now stood behind him quietly looking over his shoulder.
The sketch was a very beautiful one, for, in addition to the varied character of the scenery and the n.o.ble background of the Sierra Nevada, which here presented some of its wildest and most fantastic outlines, the half-ruined hut of the Yankee, with the tools and other articles scattered around it, formed a picturesque foreground. We have elsewhere remarked that our hero was a good draughtsman. In particular, he had a fine eye for colour, and always, when possible, made coloured sketches during his travels in California. On the present occasion, the rich warm glow of sunset was admirably given, and the Yankee stood gazing at the work, transfixed with amazement and delight. Ned first became aware of his proximity by the somewhat startling exclamation, uttered close to his ear--
"Wall, stranger, you _air_ a screamer, that"s a fact!"
"I presume you mean that for a compliment," said Ned, looking up with a smile at the tall, wiry, sun-burnt, red-flannel-shirted, straw-hatted creature that leaned on his pick-axe beside him.
"No, I don"t; I ain"t used to b.u.t.ter n.o.body. I guess you"ve bin raised to that sort o" thing?"
"No, I merely practise it as an amateur," answered Ned, resuming his work.
"Now, that is cur"ous," continued the Yankee; "an" I"m kinder sorry to hear"t, for if ye was purfessional I"d give ye an order."
Ned almost laughed outright at this remark, but he checked himself as the idea flashed across him that he might perhaps make his pencil useful in present circ.u.mstances.
"I"m not professional as yet," he said, gravely; "but I have no objection to become so if art is encouraged in these diggings."
"I guess it will be, if you shew yer work. Now, what"ll ye ax for that bit!"
This was a home question, and a poser, for Ned had not the least idea of what sum he ought to ask for his work, and at the same time he had a strong antipathy to that species of haggling, which is usually prefaced by the seller, with the reply, "What"ll ye give?" There was no other means, however, of ascertaining the market-value of his sketch, so he put the objectionable question.
"I"ll give ye twenty dollars, slick off."
"Very good," replied Ned, "it shall be yours in ten minutes."
"An" I say, stranger," continued the Yankee, while Ned put the finishing touches to his work, "will ye do the inside o" my hut for the same money?"
"I will," replied Ned.
The Yankee paused for a few seconds, and then added--
"I"d like to git myself throwd into the bargain, but I guess ye"ll ask more for that."
"No, I won"t; I"ll do it for the same sum."
"Thank"ee; that"s all square. Ye see, I"ve got a mother in Ohio State, an" she"d give her ears for any sc.r.a.p of a thing o" me or my new home; an" if ye"ll git "em both fixed off by the day arter to-morrow, I"ll send "em down to Sacramento by Sam Scott, the trader. I"ll rig out and fix up the hut to-morrow mornin", so if ye come by breakfast-time I"ll be ready."
Ned promised to be there at the appointed hour, as he rose and handed him the sketch, which the man, having paid the stipulated sum, carried away to his hut with evident delight.
"Halloo, I say," cried Ned.
"Wall?" answered the Yankee, stopping with a look of concern, as if he feared the artist had repented of his bargain.
"Mind you tell no one my prices, for, you see, I"ve not had time to consider about them yet."
"All right; mum"s the word," replied the man, vanishing into his little cabin just as Tom Collins returned from his ramble.
"Halloo, Ned, what"s that I hear about prices? I hope you"re not offering to speculate in half-finished holes, or anything of that sort, eh?"
"Sit down here, my boy, and I"ll tell you all about it."
Tom obeyed, and, with a half-surprised and more than half-amused expression, listened to his companion"s narration of the scene that had just taken place, and of the plan which he had formed in his mind. This plan was carried out the following day.
By daybreak Ned was up preparing his drawing materials; then he and Tom breakfasted at the _table d"hote_, after which the latter went to hunt for a suitable log-hut, in which to carry on their joint labours, while the former proceeded to fulfil his engagement. Their night"s lodging and breakfast made a terribly large gap in their slender fortune, for prices at the time happened to be enormously high, in consequence of expected supplies failing to arrive at the usual time. The bill at the hotel was ten dollars a day per man; and provisions of all kinds were so dear, that the daily earnings of the miners barely sufficed to find them in the necessaries of life. It therefore behoved our friends to obtain a private dwelling and remunerative work as fast as possible.
On reaching the little log-hut, Ned found the Yankee ready to receive him. He wore a clean new red-flannel shirt, with a blue silk kerchief round the throat; a broad-brimmed straw hat, corduroys, and fisherman"s long boots. To judge from his gait, and the self-satisfied expression of his bronzed countenance, he was not a little proud of his personal appearance.
While Ned arranged his paper and colours, and sharpened the point of his pencil, the Yankee kept up a running commentary on men and things in general, rocking himself on a rudely-constructed chair the while, and smoking his pipe.
The hut was very small--not more than twelve feet by eight, and just high enough inside to permit of a six-foot man grazing the beams when he walked erect. But, although small, it was exceedingly comfortable. Its owner was his own architect and builder, being a jack-of-all-trades, and everything about the wooden edifice betokened the hand of a thorough workman, who cared not for appearance, but was sensitively alive to comfort. Comfort was stamped in unmistakeable characters on every article of furniture, and on every atom that entered into the composition of the Yankee"s hut. The logs of which it was built were undressed; they were not even barked, but those edges of them that lay together were fitted and bevelled with such nicety that the keenest and most searching blast of north wind failed to discover an entrance, and was driven baffled and shrieking from the walls. The small fire-place and chimney, composed of mud and dry gra.s.s, were rude in appearance; but they were substantial, and well calculated for the work they had to perform. The seats, of which there were four--two chairs, a bench, and a stool--were of the plainest wood, and the simplest form; but they were solid as rocks, and no complaining creak, when heavy men sat down on them, betokened bad or broken const.i.tutions. The little table--two feet by sixteen inches--was in all respects worthy of the chairs. At one end of the hut there was a bed-place, big enough for two; it was variously termed a crib, a shelf, a tumble-in, and a bunk. Its owner called it a "snoosery." This was a model of plainness and comfort. It was a mere sh.e.l.l about two and a half feet broad, projecting from the wall, to which it was attached on one side, the other side being supported by two wooden legs a foot high. A plank at the side, and another at the foot, in conjunction with the walls of the cottage, converted the shelf into an oblong box. But the mattress of this rude couch was formed of buffalo-skins, covered with thick, long luxurious hair; above which were spread two large green mackinaw blankets of the thickest description; and the canvas pillow-case was stuffed with the softest down, purchased from the wild-fowl of California with leaden coin, transmitted through the Yankee"s unerring rifle.
There was a fishing-rod in one corner, a rifle in another, a cupboard in a third; poles and spears, several unfinished axe-handles, and a small fishing-net lay upon the rafters overhead; while various miscellaneous articles of clothing, and implements for mining hung on pegs from the walls, or lay scattered about everywhere; but in the midst of apparent confusion comfort reigned supreme, for nothing was placed so as to come in one"s way; everything was cleverly arranged, so as to _lie close_ and _fit in_; no article or implement was superfluous; no necessary of a miner"s life was wanting; an air of thorough completeness invested the hut and everything about it; and in the midst of all sat the presiding genius of the place, with his long legs comfortably crossed, the tobacco wreaths circling round his lantern jaws, the broad-brimmed straw hat c.o.c.ked jauntily on one side, his arms akimbo, and his rather languid black eyes gazing at Ned Sinton with an expression of comfortable self-satisfaction and a.s.surance that was quite comforting to behold.
"Wall, mister, if you"re ready, I guess ye"d better fire away."
"One second more and I shall commence," replied Ned; "I beg pardon, may I ask your name?"
"Jefferson--Abel Jefferson to command," answered the Yankee, relighting the large clay pipe which he had just filled, and stuffing down the glowing tobacco with the end of his little finger as slowly and deliberately as though that member were a salamander. "What"s yourn!"
"Edward Sinton. Now, Mr Jefferson, in what position do you intend to sit?"
"Jest as I"m settin" now."
"Then you must sit still, at least for a few minutes at a time, because I cannot sketch you while you keep rocking so."
"No! now that"s a pity, for I never sits no other way when I"m to home; an" it would look more nat"ral an" raal like to the old "ooman if I was drawd rockin". However, fire away, and sing out when ye want me to stop. Mind ye, put in the whole o" me. None o" yer half-lengths. I never goes in for half-lengths. I always goes the whole length, an" a leetle shave more. See that ye don"t forget the mole on the side o" my nose. My poor dear old mother wouldn"t believe it was me if the mole warn"t there as big as life, with the two hairs in the middle of it.
An" I say, mister, mind that I hate flatterers, so don"t flatter me no how."
"It wouldn"t be easy to do so," thought Ned, as he plied his pencil, but he did not deem it advisable to give expression to his thoughts.
"Now, then, sit still for a moment," said Ned.
The Yankee instantly let the front legs of his chair come to the ground with a bang, and gazed right before him with that intensely-grave, cataleptic stare that is wont to overspread the countenances of men when they are being photographed.