Comstock Lode (Nev.) -- Fiction; Miners -- Fiction; Virginia City (Nev.) -- Fiction
But our two miners never showed a bit of emotion and never
seemed conscious that every eye in the church was on them. The
only things I noticed were that during the singing the older
one was softly beating time on his hymn book, and both moved a
little uneasily in their seats when the minister was explaining
the mining terms.
After the children had looked for the last time on their
father's face, the young men who had been standing at the foot
of the coffin, walked up to the head, one on each side. After a
long gaze at James' face they turned facing each other and
stretching out their hands, clasped hands a moment over the
coffin. I suppose that is a custom among miners in the west.
Brother's body was buried beside that of his wife.
The young men remained in Taunton two weeks after the funeral.
We all went on a little excursion to Buzzards Bay and to Cape
Cod. I never saw better behaved men, even those that come down
from Boston, than those two miners. They received a great many
attentions, too, here in Taunton and every day were obliged to
decline invitations to dinner.
There is a story going around, but I do not believe it is true,
that one morning early they went to a livery stable and asked
for two wild horses, regular furies, that had thrown their
riders the previous day, that they mounted them and the horses
reared and plunged awfully but they rode rapidly out of town;
that they were gone an hour and a half and when they returned
the horses were covered with foam and seemed perfectly gentle.
Just before going away they came over one day to my house and
telling the girls that they had received so many kindnesses
from so many people that they wanted to make a little picnic
festival in Mr. Hartwell's grounds, asked them to help suggest
names for the invitations. The festival was to be the next
afternoon. What do you think? That morning carpenters came and
fixed benches and tables on the grounds, the three o'clock
train brought the ---- Cornet Band from Boston, and at five
o'clock in the afternoon the waiters in the ---- Hotel
appeared, set the tables and waited on the guests. They had
sent up to Boston for the dinner and I never saw anything like
it in my life.
Mr. Hartwell says the expense must have been at least two
hundred and twenty-five dollars. Those Western men are awfully
extravagant.
Next morning they went away. The older one to Pennsylvania,
where he will live hereafter, and the other one to California,
where he has property. We have been real lonesome ever since
they went away.
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