Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Christmas stories; Fiction
To cheer them, young Mr. Million tells them the latest best news from
the other side of the world--how cheaply a man could live; how much
larger a workman's earnings were there than here; what a demand there
was for skilled labour; and what chances there were for every man
whose head was screwed on the right way.
'Suppose a man doesn't wish to work at his trade,' he says, 'and takes
it into his head to make a venture for three or four months. There are
the gold-fields. All over New South Wales and New Zealand new
gold-fields are being discovered. They say that the natives of New
Zealand are bringing in great lumps of gold from the north, and that
the ground there has never been turned over, and is full of gold. Once
in the colonies, it takes no time to get to these places; and even if
a man is not fortunate enough to do well, he can come back to his
trade. The experiment that occupies three or four months in making is
not a great slice out of a young man's life, and the prize that's
likely to be gained is worth the venture. Then at these new places,
supposing George does not care to run the risk that lies in
gold-digging, but determines to stick to his trade, what better one
can he have than that of a carpenter? Houses and shops must be built,
and they must be built of wood. Who is to build them? Why, carpenters!
Think of the scope there is for good workmen. Why, a carpenter must be
almost a king in those places! If I hadn't been born into a fortune,'
he concludes, 'I would give three cheers for Captain Cook, and be off
without a day's delay.'
'When he bids them good-night, as he does presently, seeing that
silence falls upon them and that they wish to be left alone, he does
not leave a bad impression behind him. But although he has not
addressed half a dozen words to the girl, he sees with his mind's eye
Bessie's bright face, and no other, as he walks through the cold air.
Now, what on earth could a pretty girl like Bessie have to do with the
stock of wild oats which young Mr. Million was so industriously
collecting?
WITH THE DAWNING OF A NEW YEAR, BEGIN A NEW LIFE.
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