Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling StoneReid, Mayne
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Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling Stone
Reid, Mayne
Adventure stories; Dime novels; Fiction
The rain continued falling, and we spread our wet blankets on the
ground. We prayed in vain for sleep, since we got none throughout that
long, dreary night.
Next morning we arose early--more weary than when we had lain down; and,
after fording the stream, we kept on to Fryer's Creek--which we reached
in a couple of hours.
We had been without food, since the noon of the day before; and from the
way we swallowed our breakfast, our former mates might have imagined we
had eaten nothing during the whole time of our absence!
Volume Two, Chapter XXI.
THE STOLEN NUGGET.
I worked a claim in German Gully, Fryer's Creek, in partnership with two
men, of whom I knew very little; and with whom--except during our hours
of labour--I held scarce any intercourse.
One of them was a married man; and dwelt in a large tent with his wife
and family. The other lived by himself in a very small tent--that stood
near that of his mate. Though both were strangers to me, these men knew
each other well; or, at all events, had been associates for several
months. I had been taken into their partnership, to enable them to work
a claim, which had proved too extensive for two. The three of us, thus
temporarily acting together, were not what is called on the diggings
"regular mates," though my two partners stood to one another in this
relationship.
The claim proved much better than they had expected; and I could tell,
by their behaviour, that they felt some regret, at having admitted me
into the partnership.
We were about three weeks engaged in completing our task, when the gold
we had obtained was divided into three equal portions--each taking his
share. The expenses incurred in the work were then settled; and the
partnership was considered at an end--each being free to go where he
pleased.
On the morning after, I was up at an early hour; but, early as it was, I
noticed that the little tent, belonging to the single man, was no longer
in its place. I thought its owner might have pitched it in a fresh
spot; but, on looking all around, I could not see it.
My reflection was, that the single man must have gone away from the
ground.
I did not care a straw, whether he had or not. If I had a wish one way
or the other, it was to know that he _had_ gone: for he was an
individual whose _room_ would by most people have been preferred to his
_company_. For all that, I was somewhat surprised at his disappearance,
first, because he had not said anything of his intention to take leave
of us in that unceremonious manner; and, secondly, because, I did not
expect him to part from his mate, until some quarrel should separate
them. As I had heard no dispute--and one could not have occurred,
without my hearing it--the man's absence was a mystery to me.
It was soon after explained by his comrade, who came over to my tent, as
I suppose, for that very purpose.
"Have you noticed," said he, "that Tom's gone away?"
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