Snap: A legend of the Lone MountainPhillipps-Wolley, Clive
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Snap: A legend of the Lone Mountain
Phillipps-Wolley, Clive
Canadian Rockies (B.C. and Alta.) -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Mountaineering -- Fiction
'And you, Major?' asked Towzer; 'are you going to the Bar?'
'Well, no,' replied his brother, 'I don't think that I could stand
being buried alive in those dim, musty chambers yet, and I've no
ambition to conquer Fortune with the jawbone of an ass.'
'Very well, then, if you won't set me an example, let's drop London
and talk cattle-ranching,' said Towzer. 'Snap, you've got an old
"Field" in your bag, haven't you?'
'Yes, here you are,' replied the person addressed, producing an old
copy of that one good paper from his portmanteau.
'Look in the advertisement-sheet,' suggested Frank, 'there is always
something about ranching there.'
'"Expedition to Spitzbergen,"' read Snap; 'that won't do. "Wanted
another gun to join a party going to the Zambesi." Ah, here you are,
"Employment for gentlemen's sons. The advertiser, who has been
settled at Oxloops, on the north fork of the Stinking Water, for the
last ten years, is prepared to receive two or more sons of gentlemen
upon his ranche, and instruct them in the practical part of this most
lucrative business, a business in which from 35 to 50 per cent. can
easily be made, whilst leading that open-air, sportsmanlike life so
dear to English country gentlemen. All borne comforts found, and
instruction given by the advertiser in person. Premium, 200_l._"'
'There!' cried Towzer, 'what do you think of that? The 200_l._ will
be part of the start in life which Uncle talked about, and after the
first year we can just buy cattle and start for ourselves. You'll
come, of course, Snap?'
'Well, I don't know,' replied Snap; 'I've not got the 200_l._ in the
first place, and in the second place, if cattle-ranching pays so
well, I don't see why this cattle-king wants to bother himself with
pupils for a paltry 200_l._ a year; besides, I fancy Sumner said that
you could learn more as a cowboy than as a pupil, and the cowboy is
paid, while the pupil pays for learning. I'll come if you go, but
not as a pupil.'
'I half suspect that Snap is right, Billy,' said Frank; 'but, anyhow,
we must talk this over with the Admiral.'
'Very well,' assented that young enthusiast; 'but I say, Major,
wouldn't it be jolly if it was true? Fifty per cent., he says.
Well, suppose the mother could start us with 1,000_l._ apiece, that
would be 1,000_l._ profit between us the first year. Of course we
would not spend any of it. Clothes last for ever out there, and food
costs nothing. By adding what we made to our capital we could make a
fortune and buy back Fairbury in no time.'
'Steady there, young 'un; optimism is a good horse, but you are
riding his tail off at the start, and I expect that cattle-ranching
wants almost as much work and patience as other things,' replied his
more sober brother.
But Billy's enthusiasm had won the day in spite of reason, and they
all turned in to dream of life in the Far West, and easily won
fortunes.
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