Picked up at Sea Part 5
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Winter came--the stern hard winter that can only be experienced to the full in the northern regions of the Far West, backed up seemingly by all the powers of nature--to try and cramp the energies of the party, and arrest their labours; but, neither the severity of the weather, nor the languor which the excessive frigidity of the atmosphere produced-- although it sent them to sleep of a night after their day's toil, without the necessity of an opiate--were sufficient to deter them from their purpose.
Winter pa.s.sed by, and still they worked on steadily, notwithstanding that as yet they had met with no substantial success to encourage them, hoping, however, that they had surmounted the gravest part of their undertaking. Spring arrived, and their hopes of an easy season of it were demolished in an instant; for the snow melted on the hills, and the ice melted in the valley, and the iron bands of the river were broken, causing a foaming torrent to dash through the gulch--a torrent that swelled each hour with the fresh accretions of water from the higher rocks, and, spreading wide in the valley, threatened to annihilate the whole party, as well as the results of their handiwork during the past months of bitter toil.
The very elements warred against them; but, under the n.o.ble example of their indomitable leader, whom nothing appeared to dishearten, they braved the elements, and were not discouraged.
The torrent grew into a flood, tossing huge rocks about as if they were corks, and swelled and foamed around the dam they laboriously raised when the floods began, to protect the shaft; but they fought the newly created flood with its own weapons, hurling b.u.t.tresses at it to support their artificial embankment, in return for its rocks, and pointing the very weapons of the enemy against itself.
They had not to contend with water alone.
The winds, let loose apparently by the thawing of the huge glaciers by which they were confined in the cavernous recesses of the mountain peaks, stormed down into the valley, there meeting other and antagonistic currents of air coming up the canon--and met and fought, relentless giants that they were, on the neutral ground of the miners'
camp, tearing off the iron sheets of their house, and sending them flying away on the wings of the storm to goodness knows where. Still, the hardy adventurers would not be beaten; but fought the wind, as they had fought the water.
Spreading buffalo skins over their unroofed cabin to keep out the wet, they piled on them rocks and timber that they had kept in reserve for service in the mine, weighing their ends down with some of the ponderous rocks with which the flood had a.s.sailed them--so making a temporary provision against the weather until they should be able to build their log shanty afresh.
By these means the winds were conquered, stopping their onslaught presently and making a truce, which in time was lengthened into a treaty. But it was a mighty battle while it lasted; a fight of the t.i.tans with the G.o.ds; man opposed to nature; the material to the immaterial--self-reliant, well-husbanded, carefully-applied strength matched against purposeless force.
Man does not generally win in such contests, but did in this instance.
The powers of the water and air were powerless against a systematic resistance, and were compelled to succ.u.mb. The miners suffered, certainly--who comes out of a fray scathless? But they were victorious; and being such, could at last laugh at their losses. Beyond, also, the consciousness of having fought a successful fight, they were encouraged by the certainty that they had met and encountered with success the extremity of peril to which they would be subjected; and that thenceforth Nature could only be a pa.s.sive enemy to them, with no terrors now to daunt them with, albeit she struggled against them still in the bowels of the earth, that refused as yet to give up those hidden riches which they were confident were there. Refuse? Ay, but only for a time; they would, in the end, conquer that refusal, as they had met and overcome nature's more active opposition!
Their house was in ruins; their provisions mostly spoilt by the elements they had battled--fire had only been wanting to complete the sum of their calamities; whilst the staging around their mine-shaft was broken down and tons of water upon tons poured down the embouchure.
They reviewed their position, and grasped its salient points, not a single faint heart among them:--hope, trust, energy, made them think and act as one man.
There was the iron hut and shanty to rebuild, the mine-shaft and its supports to repair, the dam to mend and remake in its weaker places, the mine to pump out.
Thus they thought; and, what is more, they acted upon the thought. Some men think, and others work. They did both; and, through their strenuous efforts, ere the early buds of spring had given a palpable green tinge to the shrubs and trees that clothed the slopes of the hills and dotted the valley of Minturne Creek here and there, or the snow had quite vanished from the topmost mountain peaks, and the river that ran through the gulch subsided down into its proper proportions, all traces of the storm ravages had been cleared away, and the snug little camp of the Boston exploring party looked itself again, "as neat and trim as a new pin, I reckon!" as Seth Allport said.
The miners themselves allowed, however, that the victory might not have been theirs had they not had the a.s.sistance of a visitor--and that a most unexpected one, as the spring was not sufficiently advanced to have cleared away all the snow from the back track to the settlements and made the roads pa.s.sable, so as to allow the diggers to return to their claims on the hills.
Strangers are rare birds amongst the squatters out West, and are generally regarded with much suspicion by travellers on the prairies and in the mountain fastnesses.
The rougher part of the restoration of the camp belongings having been accomplished and not so many hands being now required for the further repairs needed, while the day was especially fine and suggestive of "sport," the hunters were out on the hills, under the leaders.h.i.+p of Mr Rawlings, who had proved himself by this time one of the best shots in camp.
There were other reasons for the hunters' activity besides the fact of the day being fine and signs of sport apparent.
"The hull crowd, from the Boss down to Sailor Bill, who wouldn't say nay if he could kinder express himself," as the ex-mate observed before the setting out of the expedition--"were dog-tired of pork and fixin's,"-- and their stomachs craved after game, or fresh meat of any sort.
Besides their having lived through the whole of the winter on salt pork, it had not been improved in quality by its contact with the flood-water that had submerged their cabin at one time; but, whether damaged or not, it must be acknowledged that even to the most easy-going and contented palate, a never-varying diet of fried pork and damper cakes--that resembled somewhat the unleavened bread of the Israelites in their pa.s.sage through the wilderness--will prove somewhat wearying and monotonous in the long run! Thus, their anxiety for some change in their food can only be realised by those who have been compelled to live on salt provisions for any length of time.
Signs of sport, as has been already mentioned, were apparent enough; for traces of deer had been discovered by the Indian half-breed in the early morning, leading from the bank of the river as it entered the canon below the camp from the hills; and thus, therefore, it was with all the eagerness of semi-starving; men that the best shots of the party were picked out at once, and despatched to follow up the trail of the game; the others who remained behind going on with the rebuilding with all the greater ardour through the prospect of an unwontedly good dinner before them--that is, should the hunters prove successful.
Along with Mr Rawlings was Noah Webster, who was a better hunter almost than he was a miner; Moose, the half-breed Indian, and Josh the cook-- Jasper stopping behind by the express orders of Seth, although he was madly jealous at his brother-darkey being preferred before him.
Upwards and onwards, through the scrub and brushwood and budding branches of trees, struggling over the trunks of fallen monarchs of the forest, that had been rooted up by the wind or struck down by lightning, and lay across their path, over rough volcanic rocks, and through ravines that trickled down tiny streams to swell the river below, they made their way slowly and tediously towards the probable lair of the deer, as the traces of their antlered prey grew fresher and more distinct every step, the slot being sometimes plainly visible in the moist soil, although for all they could otherwise see and hear they might be as far off from the wished-for prize as ever.
Presently, as they were emerging from a thicker growth of brushwood than they had yet pa.s.sed through, they noticed, to their joy, right in front of them, feeding on a small gra.s.sy plateau under the lee of a jutting cliff, a head of what the Indian half-breed immediately declared to be a species of ibex, or mountain-sheep, that are commonly met with amid the peaks of the Rocky Mountains and its chains, far from the haunts of civilisation and men. It was only owing, indeed, to the fact that the hill diggers were away in the settlements, and from the scarcity of forage in their more secluded retreats, that they had approached so near to the miners' camp.
Caution was now the order of the day; and, Mr Rawlings still leading, with the Indian next him, and then the others one after the other in file, Josh proudly bringing up the rear, they stepped forwards with the utmost care, keeping the wind in their faces so that they should not be betrayed by the scent of their clothing reaching the timid animals, to do which, they had to execute a considerable detour, and take advantage of every chance of cover.
By degrees, they gradually got within a fair range of about eighty yards--for, although long-distance shooting may be very nice as a test of shooting at the Wimbledon targets, it is quite a different matter when your dinner depends on the success of your shot; for, with that consideration in view, even the surest of marksmen likes to get within easy reach of his game.
Mr Rawlings and Noah Webster, the two best shots of the party, levelled their rifles together--after a brief nod from the Indian half-breed which seemed to say "Now's your time"--and fired simultaneously, aiming at two of the wild sheep.
At the very moment they did so, the report of a third shot was heard, that seemed like the echo of their own double discharge, pinging through the keen rarefied air; and when the smoke had cleared off, and the reverberations of the sound had died away, rolling in fainter and fainter waves amongst the mountain hollows in the distance, three of the sheep were observed to be stretched lifeless on the plateau where they had been so recently feeding in peace, while the remainder of the flock were bounding away from peak to peak, seeking refuge in their native fortresses in the crags above.
Mr Rawlings did not notice anything unusual at first, as he had not heard the third rifle-shot; but Noah Webster and the half-breed, who were much better accustomed to woodcraft--having had their senses sharpened by dangers which seamen never have to encounter--were alive at once to the perception of something being wrong.
"Injuns, I reckon!" muttered Noah Webster under his breath, to which the half-breed growled a characteristic "Ugh," and the two sank down closer amid the gra.s.s, dragging down Mr Rawlings with them, Noah stopping his expostulations by clapping his hand across his mouth, and looking at him warningly, while he motioned to the rest behind them to follow their example.
All huddled together in the gra.s.s and tangled brushwood, hardly breathing for fear their presence might be discovered by some possible foe, they looked out carefully, awaiting the development of the situation.
It was only a minute or two at most, but it appeared hours to one or two, especially to poor Josh, who, in his fright of being scalped by a possible Indian, would have cheerfully given up all his chances of gold in the mine and everything, to have swapped places with the envious Jasper and been safe in camp.
The listeners, however, did not have to wait so very long.
In a little while they heard the sound of twigs being broken near them, as if some one were making his way through the copse. Soon they could distinguish, in addition, the heavy tramp of footsteps--they sounded as heavy as those of elephants to them, with their ears to the ground-- trampling down the thick undergrowth and rotten twigs in the thicket before them; and they could also hear a sort of muttering sound, like that caused by somebody speaking to himself in soliloquy.
The situation, if an exciting one, was not of any long duration, for while they were listening the denouement came.
A nondescript-clad figure came out of the brushwood into the open clearing, walking towards the spot where the mountain-sheep lay stretched on the sward, which was partly covered with the snow that remained unmelted under the lee of the cliff; and a voice, without doubt appertaining to the figure, exclaimed in unmistakable English accents--
"Well, I'm hanged if I ever heard of such a thing before in my life! I know I am a tidy shot, but if I were to mention this at home they would say I was telling a confounded lie! To think of killing three of those queer creatures at one shot! By Jove, who'd believe it?"
The listeners burst into a simultaneous roar of laughter.
"It's only a Britisher!" said Noah Webster; and they all rose from their covert and sallied out into the open, to the intense astonishment of the new-comer, whose surprise was evidently mixed with a proportionate amount of alarm, for he clutched his gun more tightly at the sight of them, and stood apparently on the defensive.
STORY ONE, CHAPTER EIGHT.
AN UNEXPECTED COINCIDENCE.
"We are friends," Mr Rawlings said, "some of us your countrymen, if, as I judge by your accent, you are an Englishman. We are working a mine in this neighbourhood. My name is Rawlings, and I am the proprietor of the mine."
"My name is Wilton--Ernest Wilton," the stranger said, taking the hand that Mr Rawlings held out. "I am glad indeed to meet with a party of my countrymen. Some little time since I started from Oregon with a prospecting party that was organised to hunt up various openings for the employment of capital in mining, and other speculative enterprises.
With this party I crossed the Rocky Mountains, and went about from place to place, until about three days ago, when, while shooting amongst these hills of yours, either I lost them or they lost me, and here I have been wandering about ever since by myself, and would probably have come to grief if I had not met you. By profession I am a mining engineer, but the mine I had come from England to work turned out badly, and I accepted another engagement, thinking to do a little sporting and exploring on my own account before returning to England--nice sport I've found it, too!"
Mr Rawlings gave the stranger an earnest invitation to spend a day or two with them down at the creek.
The visitor readily accepted; and the game being lifted and slung on poles, the party started for the camp, Mr Rawlings strolling on with his new acquaintance, and the others following, talking earnestly together.
Arrived at the house, Mr Rawlings laughingly apologised for its state of dilapidation, but a.s.sured the visitor that it was far more comfortable than it looked.
Seth came to the doorway, and the other miners gathered round, to inspect both the welcome supply of fresh food and the stranger.
"This is Seth Allport, my lieutenant and manager," Mr Rawlings said.
"Seth, this is Mr Wilton, an English mining engineer."
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