Buckskin Mose: Or, Life From the Lakes to the Pacific, as Actor, Circus-Rider, Detective, Ranger, Gold-Digger, Indian Scout, and Guide.Perrie, George W.
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Buckskin Mose: Or, Life From the Lakes to the Pacific, as Actor, Circus-Rider, Detective, Ranger, Gold-Digger, Indian Scout, and Guide.
Perrie, George W.
Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction; Latter Day Saints -- Fiction; Western stories
After some few days spent in the necessary inquiries, it was finally
decided we should start for the recently discovered locality, where
fortunes were believed to be awaiting the pick, pan, and shovel--as
speedily as we could make due preparation for doing so.
This did not take any very great length of time. In less than a week the
whole of us were in readiness. And after a kindly, and, in some cases,
more than kindly, farewell to our friends in Susanville and round Honey
Lake, we put ourselves on the road to the new locality.
The natural rush and active whirl of my life during the last few years,
had, by this, almost deadened my memory for those friends I had left in
the East. He, who is from day to day almost carrying his life in his
hand, has not overmuch time or wish for reflection. Occasionally, I
would think of my wife and my other relatives. But I had not yet made
enough, really to contemplate returning to them. Young still, it
appeared to me that there were yet days and years sufficient before me,
to dismiss all such dreams for, at any rate, the present.
In fact, as I have earlier said, I relished the constant change and dash
of the life I had entered on.
It was no use disguising it, my nature was, in every respect, a
vagrantly instinctive one, full of vaguely wild hope, it is true, yet
mingled with an almost profound indifference to what the future chance
might be.
Nevertheless, on the night before we had determined upon commencing our
arduous journey, I could not help feeling somewhat down in the mouth. It
was with a rare and scant attack of homesickness, which, however, passed
away from me on the next morning, almost as soon as I found myself in
the saddle.
It would be unnecessary for me to catalogue the various points we
touched, through our course, in the fashion of a guide-book. This, the
more especially as nothing of great interest occurred on the way, until,
in due time, we struck Frazer's River, near Fort Hope.
Here we remained for a few days, in order to give our animals the rest
they needed. They had done us good service.
In this place, we found that the hunger for gold was drawing men of the
same nature as ourselves, to the last-discovered Eldorado, from every
part of the country. Young men who wished to grow wealthy without
patient toil, and men more advanced in years, whose days of labor had as
yet profited them little, with an occasional "rough" from one of the
larger cities, whose reputation forced him into a new country, or the
gambler, whose practice in "stocking the cards" or "roping in a
greeney," had become too well known. Some few came also, whose talents
should have enabled them to do battle with the world successfully, in
any location they had chosen. Their reasons for seeking Frazer's River
were, however, kept to themselves. None of my companions had sufficient
time on his hands, or enough curiosity, to seek to draw the veil from
the past life of any of them.
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