A STARTLING TABLEAU
Joe finally decided on some mines a hundred miles distant in
a southwesterly direction. They were reported to be rich and
promising.
“At any rate,” said he, “even if they are no better than here, we
shall get a little variety and change of scene.”
“That’ll be good for our appetite.”
“I don’t think, Mr. Bickford, that either of us need be concerned
about his appetite. Mine is remarkably healthy.”
“Nothing was ever the matter with mine,” said Joshua, “as long as
the provisions held out.”
They made some few preparations of a necessary character. Their
clothing was in rags, and they got a new outfit at the mining
store. Each also provided himself with a rifle. The expense of
these made some inroads upon their stock of money, but by the time
they were ready to start they had eight hundred dollars between
them, besides their outfit, and this they considered satisfactory.
Kellogg at first proposed to go with them, but finally he changed
his mind.
“I am in a hurry to get home,” he said, “and these mines are a sure
thing. If I were as young as you, I would take the risk. As it is,
I had better not. I’ve got a wife and child at home, and I want to
go back to them as soon as I can.”
“You are right,” said Joe.
“I’ve got a girl at home,” said Joshua, “but I guess she’ll wait
for me.”
“Suppose she don’t,” suggested Joe.
“I shan’t break my heart,” said Mr. Bickford. “There’s more than
one girl in the world.”
“I see you are a philosopher, Mr. Bickford,” said his old
schoolmaster.
“I don’t know about that, but I don’t intend to make a fool of
myself for any gal. I shall say, ’Sukey, here I am; I’ve got a
little money, and I’m your’n till death if you say so. If you don’t
want me, I won’t commit susan-cide.”
“That’s a capital joke, Joshua,” said Joe. “Her name is Susan,
isn’t it?”
“Have I made a joke? Waal, I didn’t go to do it.”
“It is unconscious wit, Mr. Bickford,” said Kellogg.
“Pooty good joke, ain’t it?” said Joshua complacently. “Susan-cide,
and her name is Susan. Ho! ho! I never thought on’t.”
And Joshua roared in appreciation of the joke which he had
unwittingly perpetrated, for it must be explained that he thought
susan-cide the proper form of the word expressing a voluntary
severing of the vital cord.
Years afterward, when Joshua found himself the center of a social
throng, he was wont to say, “Ever heard that joke I made about
Susan?” and then he would cite it amid the plaudits of his friends.
Mr. Bickford and Joe had not disposed of their horses. They had
suffered them to forage in the neighborhood of the river, thinking
it possible that the time would come when they would require them.
One fine morning they set out from the camp near the banks of the
Yuba and set their faces in a southwesterly direction. They had
made themselves popular among their comrades, and the miners gave
them a hearty cheer as they started.
“Good luck, Joe! Good luck, old man!” they exclaimed heartily.
“The same to you, boy!”
So with mutual good feeling they parted company.
“We ain’t leavin’ like our friend from Pike County,” said Mr.
Bickford. “I often think of the poor critter trottin’ off with face
to the rear.”
“I hope we shan’t meet him or any of his kind,” said Joe.
“So do I. He’d better go and live among the wildcats.”
“He is some like them. He lives upon others.”
It would only be wearisome to give a detailed account of the
journey of the two friends. One incident will suffice.
On the fourth day Joe suddenly exclaimed in excitement:
“Look, Joshua!”
“By gosh!”
The exclamation was a natural one. At the distance of forty rods
a man was visible, his hat off, his face wild with fear, and in
dangerous proximity a grizzly bear of the largest size doggedly
pursuing him.
“It’s Hogan!” exclaimed Joe in surprise. “We must save him.”