CHAPTER VIII

Late that afternoon the monkey turned up at his old home. Donald found

him lying at the door, an almost unrecognisable object. Thanks to the

way the robber had carried him, one half of his body was untouched, but

the other half was a pitiable spectacle, and the long curly tail, Gum's

great ornament and plaything, was blown off by the root. The poor

creature had swooned, but that he had lain there an hour or two in great

pain was plain from the way the gravel was tossed about in all

directions round him. Donald was greatly touched, and lifting him up in

his arms as tenderly as if he were a child, placed him in his own bed

and dressed his burns. After a long sleep it awoke, and Donald, who had

sat silently by his side, bent over to allow it to lick his face. The

moment it opened its mouth the miner sprang from his chair as if he had

been shot. For there between his teeth the monkey held the nugget!

* * * * *

Five years have passed. Donald is the richest man in Silver Creek

County, and his great mines are worked by hundreds of men. He lives in a

great house, sumptuously furnished and full of precious things, which he

delights to show to the many visitors who flock to see his mine. But of

all these precious things, by far the most precious is Gum, the monkey

without a tail, 'the finder of his first nugget, and the founder of his

fortunes,' as he says to everybody. Then he tells how Gum found the

nugget, and how it was stolen and once more brought back; and how when

Gum got better, the two went back to the spot where the big lump was

found, and searched and searched, and found lump after lump and nugget

after nugget, until, in a few months, more gold was hidden below

Donald's bed than had come from all the mines put together since they

first were opened. Then the good man calls out a word in Gaelic, and the

monkey without a tail jumps into his arms to be caressed, and Donald

asks his guests to read the inscription on the golden collar round its

neck:--

TO

FAITHFUL GUM

FROM

HIS GRATEFUL MASTER.

Made out of the first nugget--August 2nd, 1888.

[Illustration: THE MOST PRECIOUS OF ALL IS GUM]

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