Captain Bayley's Heir: A Tale of the Gold Fields of CaliforniaHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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Captain Bayley's Heir: A Tale of the Gold Fields of California
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
California -- Gold discoveries -- Juvenile fiction
One of them proposed that each man should contribute one-fourth of the
gold he carried to reward their rescuer, a proposition which was at once
accepted. Frank, however, assured them that although leading a team of
mules he was well off, and in no need whatever of their kind offer.
Seeing that he was in earnest, his fellow-passengers again thanked him
cordially, and took their places in the coach. They were not to be
balked in their gratitude, and three days later a very handsome horse,
with saddle and holsters with a brace of Colt's revolvers, arrived up
from Sacramento for Frank, with the best wishes of the passengers in the
coach. On the same day a letter arrived saying that at a meeting of the
directors of the bank it had been resolved that, as he had saved them
from a loss of fifty thousand pounds by his gallantry, a sum of two
thousand pounds should be placed to his credit at the bank in token of
their appreciation of the great service he had rendered them.
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CHAPTER XX.
A MESSAGE FROM ABROAD.
"I LIKE this, grandfather. I think I like it better than anything I have
seen. In the sunlight the cathedral is too dazzling and white, and the
eye does not seem to find any rest; but in the moonlight it is perfectly
lovely. And then the music of that Austrian band is just right from
here; it is not too loud, and yet we can hear every note. Somehow, I
always like better not to see the players, but just to have the benefit
of the music as we do now, and to sit taking it in, and looking at that
glorious cathedral, all silver and black, in the moonlight. It is
glorious!" Harry murmured, "I could not have believed there was anything
so lovely."
"Yes, yes," Captain Bayley said absently, "the ices are good."
"I am not talking of the ices, grandfather, though no doubt they are
good. I am talking about the cathedral."
"Are you, my boy?" Captain Bayley said, rousing himself. "Yes, there are
cathedrals which beat Milan when seen in broad daylight, but in the
moonlight there is no building in the world to compare with it, unless
it be the Taj Mahal at Agra. Of course they differ wholly and entirely
in style, and no comparison can be made between them; the only
resemblance is that both are built of white marble; but of the two, I
own that I prefer the Taj."
"I am afraid I shall never see that," Alice Hardy said, "but I am quite
content with Milan; I could stop here for a month."
"A month, my dear!" Captain Bayley exclaimed, in consternation, "three
days will be ample. You know we agreed to stop here till Friday, and
then to go on to Como."
"Well, perhaps we will let you go on Friday, but we shall have to dawdle
about the lakes for some time. We can't rush through them as we have
been rushing through all these grand old Italian towns. We must have a
long rest there, you know."
"Yes, I suppose so," the old officer said reluctantly; "but I like to be
on the move."
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