Gold Seekers of '49Sabin, Edwin L. (Edwin Legrand)
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Gold Seekers of '49
Sabin, Edwin L. (Edwin Legrand)
California -- Fiction; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction
The price of the meal was two dollars, for beef (splendid beef, too),
bread, potatoes, and coffee or chocolate. There wasn't any milk or
butter. However, as Mr. Grigsby remarked, one could easily eat a
dollar's worth of potatoes at a helping! The food was very good and
well cooked. Charley heard somebody say that the cook was a famous
chef from New York, and drew a salary of $2000 a month. Even the
waiters (who were men in shirt-sleeves) were paid $300 a month, and
board.
"I believe I'll go up to the room and rest a bit," announced Mr. Adams,
after dinner. "The rest of you can do as you please."
"You aren't sick, are you, dad?" asked Charley, anxiously.
"Not a bit. I feel a hundred per cent. stronger than when we left
home. But I mustn't overdo. I'll take a nap and write a letter to
your mother. There'll be a mail out next week, and not another for
maybe thirty or forty days. Shall I leave the letter open for you?"
"Yes, please," bade Charley, a lump in his throat at the mere thought
of his mother. "I'll add a lot to it after I come back."
"I'll tell her we've not found our gold mine yet, but we've sold our
newspapers for a dollar apiece and spent that for washing," laughed his
father.
"Tell her to send us out all the old papers she has," begged Charley,
excitedly. "And potatoes and cabbages, from the garden!"
"I saw a man buy a whole cargo of eggs, down at the water-front," put
in Mr. Grigsby, "at thirty-seven and a half cents a dozen, and he
turned right around and resold 100 dozen of them at six dollars the
dozen! You can't afford to be sick here, Adams. The doctors charge
$50 for a visit, and the same for every hour after the first look-in.
Come along, Charley, and we'll see the sights while I do a few errands
on my own account. I hear Colonel Fremont's in town. Maybe we can
catch him."
XVI
CHARLEY HEARS A CONVERSATION
"If you're looking for Colonel Fremont, you'll likely find him at the
United States Hotel," hailed the hotel clerk, as Charley and Mr.
Grigsby passed the counter. "He's there with General Vallejo, I
understand."
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