Digging for Gold: Adventures in CaliforniaBallantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
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Digging for Gold: Adventures in California
Ballantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
California -- Juvenile fiction; Gold miners -- Juvenile fiction; Indians of North America -- Juvenile fiction
These huts, it was found, they formed by excavating circular holes in
the earth, about twelve feet in diameter and four feet deep, then
bending over these a number of stout saplings, which they bound together
with tendrils of the vine, they formed a dome-shaped roof, which was
plastered with a thick coat of clay. An opening in one side of each
formed a door, through which entrance could be made by creeping. On the
roofs of these curious dwellings many of the natives were seated,
evidently awaiting the result of the deputation's conference with the
white men.
The main object that the Indians appeared to have in view was the
obtaining of fire-arms, and it was observed that they cast longing eyes
upon the rifles which leaned on the trees beside the fire. Rance
therefore advised every man to look carefully after his weapons, while
he talked with the chief, and told him that he had no guns or ammunition
to spare. In order to please him, however, he gave him an old rusty
carbine, which was bent in the barrel, and nearly useless, in exchange
for a few fresh fish.
"My white brother is liberal," said the delighted savage in bad Spanish,
as he surveyed the weapon with admiration, "but it is necessary to have
black powder and balls."
"I have none to spare," replied Rance, "but the settlements of the white
men are not far off. Besides, the Indian chief is wise. He does not
require to be told that white men come here continually, searching for
gold, and that they bring much powder and ball with them. Let gold be
offered, and both may be obtained."
The chief took this remark for a hint, and at once offered some
gold-dust in exchange for powder and shot, but Rance shook his head,
knowing that, if obtained, the ammunition would in all probability be
used against himself. The chief was therefore obliged to rest content
in the mean time with the harmless weapon.
Meanwhile, another party of seven or eight Indians had gone towards
Frank and Joe, and by signs made them to understand that there was
something worth shooting on the other side of a cliff not fifty yards
off. Our hero and his nautical friend were both of unsuspicious
natures, and being much amused by the ludicrous gesticulations of the
savages in their efforts to enlighten them, as well as curious to
ascertain what it could be that was on the other side of the cliff, they
accompanied them in that direction.
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