I returned to Stormy; and passed that night by his side.

He was in great pain most part of the night. The distress of my mind at

the poor fellow's sufferings, determined me to seek "Red Ned" the next

morning; and, as Stormy would have said, "teach him manners."

When the day broke, the wounded man was in less pain, and able to

converse--though not without some difficulty.

"Rowley," said he, "we must attend to business, before it be too late.

I know I shan't live through another night, and must make up my

reckoning to-day. I've got about one hundred and eighty ounces; and

it's all yours, my boy. I don't know that I have a relation in the

world; and there is no one to whom I care to leave anything but

yourself. I can die happy now, because I know that the little I leave

will belong to you. Had this happened before our meeting in Sonora, my

greatest sorrow at going aloft would have been, to think some stranger

would spend what I have worked hard to make, while my little Rowley

might be rolling hungry round the world."

At Stormy's request, the landlord of the lodging was called in; and

commanded to produce the bag of gold which the sailor had placed in his

keeping.

At this the man, apparently an honest fellow, went out of the room; and

soon returned with the treasure, which, in the presence of the landlord

and a miner who had come in, its owner formally presented to me. It was

a bequest rather than a present--the act of a dying man.

"Take it, Rowley," said he, "and put it with your own. It was got in an

honest manner, and let it be spent in a sensible one. Go to Liverpool,

marry the girl you told me of; and have a home and family in your old

age. I fancy, after all, that must be the way to be happy: for being

without home and friends I know isn't. Ah! it was that as made me live

the wretched roaming life, I've done."

The exertion of talking had made Stormy worse. I saw that he began to

breathe with difficulty; and seemed to suffer a great deal of pain. So

great was his agony, that it was almost equal agony for me to stand by

his side; and I stole out, leaving him with the surgeon--who had

meanwhile arrived--and the miner before mentioned.

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