It was a happy kind of disappointment to us, that we found a full stop
put to our work; for, had the quantity of gold been ever so small, yet,
had any at all come, I do not know when we should have given over; for,
having rummaged this place, and not finding the least grain of gold
in any other place, or in any of the earth there, except in that loose
parcel, we went quite back down the small river again, working it over
and over again, as long as we could find anything, how small soever; and
we did get six or seven pounds more the second time. Then we went into
the first river, and tried it up the stream and down the stream, on the
one side and on the other. Up the stream we found nothing, no, not a
grain; down the stream we found very little, not above the quantity of
half an ounce in two miles' working; so back we came again to the Golden
River, as we justly called it, and worked it up the stream and down the
stream twice more apiece, and every time we found some gold, and perhaps
might have done so if we had stayed there till this time; but the
quantity was at last so small, and the work so much the harder, that we
agreed by consent to give it over, lest we should fatigue ourselves and
our negroes so as to be quite unfit for our journey.
When we had brought all our purchase together, we had in the whole three
pounds and a half of gold to a man, share and share alike, according to
such a weight and scale as our ingenious cutler made for us to weigh it
by, which indeed he did by guess, but which, as he said, he was sure
was rather more than less, and so it proved at last; for it was near
two ounces more than weight in a pound. Besides this, there was seven
or eight pounds' weight left, which we agreed to leave in his hands, to
work it into such shapes as we thought fit, to give away to such people
as we might yet meet with, from whom we might have occasion to buy
provisions, or even to buy friendship, or the like; and particularly we
gave about a pound to our black prince, which he hammered and worked by
his own indefatigable hand, and some tools our artificer lent him, into
little round bits, as round almost as beads, though not exact in shape,
and drilling holes through them, put them all upon a string, and wore
them about his black neck, and they looked very well there, I assure
you; but he was many months a-doing it. And thus ended our first golden
adventure.
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