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"It bust through about thar." He pointed about in real or fancied
recognition of the course of the flood. "But over yander--the whole
thing hev fell down an' caved in sence then, mighty nigh--'twar higher
'n the level o' the overflow, an' I stayed down thar in the shaft dry
ez a bone. I stayed two days along o' that dead man. I furgits his
name," he broke off in peevish irritation.
He sat down, readjusted his plaid shawl about his head, surmounted it
again with his big broad hat, and recommenced:--
"Wall, they 'lowed at fust they'd work the mine agin,--didn't know
what the damage war; an' ez they war pokin' 'bout, somebody 'membered
me, an' when they fished me out'n the shaft I hed these hyar jiggets."
He held up his shaking hands, and looked in exasperation from one
to the other. "Some calls it the palsy, but the doctor, he 'lowed
it kem from the narvous shock. An' the foreman, he hed done hed ter
git drowned with my leetle bag o' money in his pocket." He rose to
his feet, with a sudden steady blazing fire in his eyes. "But it's
silver,--eighty--seben--dollars!" He pronounced the words as if
they expressed the wealth of the Indies. "They air silver,--silver
metal. Water can't hurt 'em, an' the leetle leather bag kep' 'em from
scatterin'. The foreman's got 'em in his pocket. Mebbe he hain't got
no pocket by this time, but he hain't got rid o' all his bones. The
money'll be nigh his bones, an' I be goin' ter foller the wash o' that
flood, afore the walls fell in on it, till I find 'em."
There was something pathetic to Jasper Larrabee's sympathetic gaze
in the record of the gradual failure of the old man's mental powers
registered on the walls. He could easily distinguish, of course, the
difference in the work wrought by numbers and with the expectation
of valuable ore and this unique subterranean burrowing with only the
object of old Haight's search in prospect. But at first accepted
methods of mining had been held in regard with a due consideration of
safety. The excavations had been carefully timbered, the débris of the
ancient lumber serving for the purpose; the nature of the earth and
rock all capably recognized either in the avoidance of obstacles or the
seizure of advantage; the exact location of an old cross-cut definitely
ascertained and intersected by the new tunnel, and utilized to further
him on the way to some objective point, doubtless once definite in his
mind, but now hazy and intermittent, or possibly lost altogether, for
here and there, evidently at random, great vaults had been hollowed
out and abandoned, and for a long time every precaution or thought of
safety had been discarded. His plan and its feasibility were gone, and
only his inadequate intention remained.
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