As already stated, I had left the northern diggings with the design of
going to the Tuolumne river; and that on my way to the latter place I
had met Guinane--who had induced me to relinquish my design, and stop
awhile on the Stanislaus.
Now that Guinane was gone, and the claim in which we had been partners
worked out, there was nothing to hinder me from carrying out my original
intention; and I resolved, to leave the Stanislaus' diggings, and
proceed onward to the Tuolumne.
Stormy Jack, who stayed behind, promised to join me, as soon as he
should have worked out his claim on the Stanislaus--which he expected to
do in about three weeks.
On reaching the Tuolumne, I proceeded to Jacksonville--a little mining
village, where, after looking about a couple of days, I purchased two
shares in a claim that lay upon the bank of the river.
Not liking the sort of work required to be done on this claim--which was
wet--I employed men to work it for me. I could afford to do this: for,
having toiled hard ever since my arrival in the diggings, and not having
been either unsuccessful or extravagant, I had begun to believe that
Lenore might yet be mine. The brighter this hope became, the more value
did I set on my life; and was therefore careful not to endanger my
health by working in a "wet claim."
Another change had taken place in my domestic arrangements. I no longer
lived in a miner's tent, nor did I continue to act as my own cook and
washer-woman. I was worth several hundred pounds; and began to have a
better opinion of myself than ever before. So proud was I of possessing
such a sum of money, that had I been in Liverpool at that time, I should
not have hesitated to talk of love to Lenore.
The life of most gold-diggers is wretched beyond belief. The
inconveniences and hardships they endure are but poorly repaid, by their
freedom from the irksome regulations and restraints of more civilised
life. I have seen miners eating bread that had been kneaded _in a hat_,
and baked in the hot ashes of their camp fire! I have seen them
suffering many hardships--even hunger itself--at the very time they were
encumbered with ponderous bags of gold!
In the days when gold-digging was romantic and fashionable, I have seen
learned lawyers, skilled physicians, and eloquent divines--who had been
seduced by the charms of a miner's life--passing the Sabbath day at the
washtub, or seated outside their tents, needle in hand, stitching the
torn seams of their ragged and scanty clothing. I had myself been
following this rude manner of life, ever since my arrival at the
diggings; but it had now lost its charms, and after reaching the
Tuolumne, I took up my residence in a French boarding-house.
My two shares in the claim I had purchased soon began to yield a rich
return, so that I was able to purchase several more, and also employ
more men in working them.
One day I received a visit from Stormy Jack, who had come over from the
Stanislaus, as he said, "to take bearings before sailing out from
Sonora."
He saw how comfortably I was living in Jacksonville; and that I was
making money without much hard work.
"I'll come and live like you," said he, "for I am getting too rich
myself to go on as I've been doing. I won't stand hard work any
longer."
After spending the day with me, he returned to Sonora--with the
intention of selling out his claims on the Stanislaus, and coming to
reside at Jacksonville.
The day after he had gone away--which chanced to be Saturday--at a late
hour of the evening, I received a letter from him. He had written it
that morning, and sent it to me by a shopkeeper who chanced to be
returning to Jacksonville. So badly was the letter written, that I was
occupied all the rest of the evening deciphering it; but after spending
much time, patience, and ingenuity upon the epistle, I arrived at a
tolerable understanding of the intelligence it was intended to convey.
Stormy commenced by stating, that I must excuse all faults: for it was
the first letter he had written for a period of more than thirty years.
In fact, all correspondence of an epistolary kind on Stormy's part had
been discontinued on the death of Ann!
I was then informed, in the old sailor's characteristic fashion, that a
murder had just been committed on the Stani. A woman had been killed by
her husband; and the husband had been summarily tried, and found guilty
of the crime.
The next day, at noon, the miners were going to teach the murderer
"manners," by hanging him to a tree. I was advised to come over, and be
a spectator of the lesson--for the reason that Stormy believed we had
both seen the guilty man before. Stormy was not sure about this. The
murderer bore a name, that he had never heard me make use of; but a name
was nothing. "I've a bit of a fancy in my head," wrote Stormy, "that I
have seen the man many years ago; and that _you_ will know who he is--
though I can't be sartain. So come and see for yourself. I'll expect
you to be at my tent, by eleven o'clock in the mornin'."
Who could the murderer be, that _I_ should know him? Could Stormy be
mistaken? Had he been drinking; and this time become affected in the
brain, instead of the legs?
I could hardly think it was drink. He would not have taken the trouble
to write, his first epistle in thirty years, without some weighty
reason.
I went to see the store-keeper who had brought the letter. From him I
learnt that a murder _had_ been committed by a man from Sydney, and that
the murderer was to be hung on the following day.
As I continued to reflect on the information I thus received, a horrid
thought came into my mind. Could the murderer be Mr Leary? Could his
victim have been my mother?
There was a time when this thought would have produced on me a different
effect from what it did then, a time when, dark as might have been the
night, such a suspicion would have caused me to spring to my feet and
instantaneously take the road to Sonora.
It did not then. I now felt less interest in the mystery I had so long
been endeavouring to solve. Time, with the experience it brought, had
rendered me less impulsive, if not less firm in purpose. I could not,
however, sleep upon the suspicion; and after passing a wretched night, I
was up before the sun.
Sonora was about thirteen miles distant from the Tuolumne diggings. It
would be a pleasant morning walk; and I determined to go afoot. The
exercise would only give me an appetite--so that I should enjoy my
breakfast after reaching the Stanislaus. I could take plenty of time on
the way, and still be there by nine o'clock--two hours sooner Stormy
expected me.
I started along the road--meditating as I walked onward, what course I
should pursue, supposing the murderer should turn out to be Leary, and
supposing the murdered woman to be my mother!
Mr Leary was the husband of my mother. He was my stepfather. Should I
allow him to be hung?
Such thoughts coursed rapidly through my mind, as I proceeded along the
solitary path. I could not check them, by the reflection that, after
all, the man might _not_ be Mr Leary. Why I had thought of him at all,
was because I could think of no other man that Stormy and I had both
known before--at least, none who was likely to have committed a murder.
But my correspondent might still be mistaken; and the condemned criminal
be a stranger to both of us?
When I had walked about a mile along the main road to Sonora I left it--
knowing that I could make a shorter cut by a path, leading over the
ridge that separates the valleys of the Stanislaus and Tuolumne.
I had got, as I supposed, about half-way to Sonora; and was passing near
a chapperal thicket, when a large grizzly bear rushed out of the bushes,
and advanced straight towards me.
Fortunately a large live oak tree was growing near, with limbs that
extended horizontally. I had just time to climb up among the branches.
A second more, and I should have been grasped by the claws of the
grizzly. Unlike his congener the brown bear, the _grizzly_ cannot climb
a tree, and knowing this I fancied myself safe.
Taking a seat on one of the limbs of the live oak, I proceeded to
contemplate the interesting position in which I was placed. The bear
had a brace of cubs playing in the chapperal near by. I could hear them
sniffing and growling; and soon after got sight of them, engaged in
their uncouth, bearish frolics. It would have been pleasant enough to
watch these creatures; but the prospect of how I was to regain my
liberty soon became the sole subject of my thoughts--by no means a
pleasant one.
I saw that, the bear was not inclined to leave the tree, while her
interesting family was so near. That seemed certain. The chance of any
person passing, near that lonely place, was one against a hundred. The
path was very little used, and only by an occasional pedestrian like
myself.
To ensure the safety of her offspring, the bear might keep me up that
tree until her cubs had arrived at the age of discretion, and be able to
take care of themselves. Under the circumstances, I could not subsist
so long.
Always having allowed myself to believe, that a civil tongue, a good
bowie-knife, and the sense to mind my own business, were a much better
protection than fire-arms, I seldom carried a revolver--as most people
in California, at that time, were in the habit of doing. I now found
need of the weapon, when I had it not.
I was not, however, wholly unprovided with what might console me in my
dilemma: for I had some good cigars and a flask of brandy,--that
happened to have been put into my pocket the night before. To aid me in
calculating the chances of regaining my liberty, I took a pull at the
flask, and then lighted a cigar.
Volume Two, Chapter II.