REVOLUTION
"Is a man's life to be mere existence--breathing, and the eating of food
with hours of repose; or is it to be striving after some ideal, whether
of ambition or duty? Strife, surely! Man spends his life in toil; the
results of his labour represent his life. Imagine for one moment that we
are standing upon Dawson's Dome." The audience began to cough and
shuffle. This exordium was unusual. The men seemed restless, and then,
as if with an unanimous impulse, they appeared to settle to attention.
John went on, "We turn our faces to the north and view a mass of
gorgeous colouring--the shield of the day that is past and the herald of
the day that is to come. To the south and east and west this beauty is
reflected in blended tints, sinking into valleys purple and silent.
Whence came these valleys? They mark the erosion of ages: as a day is to
a thousand years, so is the life of man on earth to the time the hand of
God has been at work carving the original plain. And what are the
fruits of His labour? One of them is gold: gold that you and I may win.
During the ages when the land where most of us were born was under ice
the work went on: the rains fell and flowed to the sea; and out of all
those ages of preparation and waiting one result appears to us, and that
is gold."
There was an interruption or two; but the bulk of the audience clamoured
for silence, and got it.
"God is just. He who robs a man of the results of his labour is a
murderer to this extent that he takes a portion of his realized life. I
need not remind you, my friends, of our labours in reaching this land,
and the sacrifices we have made. Some of us have mortgaged our homes,
even sold our all, to make this effort. Many of us have spent the best
years of our adult life in this quest of nature's treasure, and in the
hour of consummation have been robbed--robbed of our efforts. The result
of those years has been torn from us, callously, brutally. Such
corruption can only be remedied in one way. 'Thou shalt not kill,' is
the Divine decree."
"But we have to get justice."
There came from the audience words of earnest agreement. The harangue of
Joseph Andrews had awakened the frenzy of the crowd. The tones and the
serious presence of John Berwick appealed to their minds, while his
argument wakened the thought of moral right, and, far better than
rhetoric could do, steeled their resolves.
John told simply, briefly, the history of gold-mining in Australia, and
of the many times corruption had wrecked individual fortunes. Justice,
primarily, had to do with the rights of the individual. Countless lives
had been lost in the past ages to establish that principle. The
conditions in the Klondike were now worse than any that had troubled
Australia; but there--as in the Klondike--the distance between the
mining-fields and the seat of Government had been too great, and modes
of communication too slow, to bring effective remedies. The agents of
betterment found the diggings depleted, and the wrongs complained of now
irreparable. But there need not be any shedding of blood, that fact he
emphasized. What they must do was organize, and so win thousands to
their cause against the hundreds under the orders of the
established--and ineffective--authorities.
"But we need a head, a strong heart, to rule," John was saying.
"You're the man!" a voice shouted. "You're the man!" a hundred echoed.
"Parson Jack, Parson Jack! I knew he had something in him." Through the
uncertain light John could distinguish Long Shorty.
So it happened that Berwick became the head of the revolutionists. As he
sprang down from the bar the excited men crushed round him. He whispered
a rendezvous to a dozen of the most eager, "Dawson's Dome, to-morrow,
noon."
* * * * *
That night Smoothbore paced his room. The scandal of the Dominion Creek
hillsides was known to him, and he speculated on its being the last
straw on the back of that patient camel, the honest prospector. There
was a knock on the door. He told the new-comer to enter. It was Sergeant
Galbraith in civilian clothes.
"There was a meeting in the Borealis, to-night, sir. Joseph Andrews was
talking."
"Did he say much?"
"A little more than usual, sir."
"Did he stir them up?"
"They did a lot of yelling."
"They always do when he talks. Anything else?"
"There was another speaker, sir."
"Who?"
"Don't know, sir."
"But you have charge of the Secret Service. You placed a man on his
trail?"
"Yes, sir; Constable Hope."
"What did the stranger say?"
"He talked philosophy."
"Philosophy!"
"Yes; he's an Australian."
"Did he rouse them?"
"They did not say much; he held them quiet."
"Any sedition?"
"Yes, sir. He says the man who steals another man's work is a murderer,
in that he takes a portion of his life; and he quoted the Bible."
The Sergeant saluted and retired. Smoothbore paced his room. A man who
could silence a Dawson crowd--one who quoted the Bible--was a man to be
watched! Smoothbore knew his duty; it was to his sovereign, and his
sovereign's authority; it was in his province to maintain the integrity
of his sovereign's empire. He knew that many of his men sympathized with
the miners, and that the miners were conscious of this sympathy. He
knew, also, that many of the miners believed, in the case of an uprising
of the people, that the opposition of the police would be merely
nominal. The question, what action he should take, had been facetiously
asked him many times; but he had allowed no man to read his mind. The
iniquities of the liquor-permit system were known to him, for in his
official capacity he had to enforce the law. The rascality in the Gold
Commissioner's office, and the graft of the toll-bridge and the Bonanza
Creek trail, all--all were known to him, and were bad, bad--thoroughly
bad. Villainy, barefaced or subtle, permeated officialdom, but
officialdom he must protect.
There was no real hesitancy, although he recognized both sides of the
question. He was going to do his duty, and he knew that his men would
follow him.
Twenty men were present on the Dome at the time appointed. No one had
marked their coming, and it would not have mattered if they had. Men
often climbed the Dome to spy out the land or to locate the timber that
grew upon its sides, for it would soon be winter, and logs were already
being cut and hauled. From the Dome all who were approaching could be
seen; there were no walls with ears at that place.
John moved a resolution that a council be formed, representative of the
four nationalities--Australian, English, Canadian, and the United
States. He and George would canvass the Australians and English. Hugh
said he and Joseph Andrews would work among the Canadians. Long Shorty
thought he could round up a host of Americans, and Frank Corte said he
would back him up. These were men who would form the council. The first
thing to do was to canvass the town and find out how many could be won
to the cause, after which another meeting would be held and progress
reported. Following this, the creeks were to be gone over. To prevent
bloodshed the force must be overwhelming. Bonanza, Hunker, and Eldorado
would probably not yield many helpers. These creeks had been staked
before the advent of Poo-Bah, and the police had given records. The
owners had no complaint. Nothing more than moral support could be
counted from these. But on the new creeks--Dominion, Sulphur, Indian
River, Australia Eureka, Too-Much-Gold, All-Gold, and the rest--there
was little doubt that the support of thousands could be obtained.
On the hillsides of Bonanza and Hunker startling discoveries had
recently been made. Gold Hill was proved enormously rich, Adams Hill,
Magnet Hill, and Monte Cristo Hill were all of great potential wealth.
The White Channel was being discovered, and the rights of location were
hard to establish, if not impossible. In the gambling and dance-halls
clerks of the Gold Commissioner's office were nightly to be seen
squandering money on gambling and women. Their wage was two dollars per
day and food, yet many of them rather lived in the hotels at a cost of
fifteen dollars per diem! All this explained the difficulty of obtaining
record. The rightful owners of the newly-discovered property were
mostly residents of Dawson, employing lawyers in their attempt to
obtain just rights. These men were the most desperate. Then there were
the Forty Mile, Glacier, and Twelve Mile Creeks. There was a large
number on Glacier and Forty Mile Creeks.
The nature of the discussion was necessarily wide. John insisted that
they all should devote attention to the town for the first few days.
Each man gained as an adherent should be questioned as to his arms and
ammunition, the capacity of his rifle, and the quantity of his
ammunition. Notes were to be taken of these details. Only by such means
could they estimate what might be expected from the men on the creeks.
The need of caution was expressed by all on all. No word of what was
doing should be allowed to reach the police, and every possible adherent
must be carefully sounded ere he was taken into confidence.
John tarried on the Dome after the meeting. He requested George, Frank,
and Hugh to post to the home-camp and prepare a meal. A tremendous
responsibility had come to him in the last few hours; and now that
action had been taken he wished to meditate upon it. He had taken a
great step, and could only contemplate a result far-reaching.
When the last man had disappeared among the timber below, he arose from
his seat and wandered towards the wooded gulch to the north of the
Dome, which he had partly explored in the days of his convalescence. He
thought he remembered something. He found it again--a cleft in the rock.
By the aid of a few poles and brush and a little moss it would become a
fair habitation, his den!--"David therefore departed thence and escaped
to the Cave Adullam ... and every one that was in distress, and every
one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered
themselves unto him."
Was he to be another David?
He sought the home-trail; and as he ate his meal told his companions
that he would camp alone; no one else had better be with him in the Cave
of Adullam.
That afternoon he placed an outfit on his back and walked to his new
lonely abode. Time was precious, so he would not allow any of his
companions to assist him, but rather requested that they should turn
immediately to their work of organization. Besides, it was his humour to
be alone.
As he chopped the trees necessary to complete his den, his mind
conceived many things. Fond recollections came, and they led to a
contemplation of the purposes of his life. Was he ever to be useful,
creative? Instinctively his mind avoided the immediate issue of events.
After all, the time for thought had given place to the time for action.