Golden Graves [pp. 1-17]

Overland monthly and Out West magazine. / Volume 7, Issue 37

Golden Graves. by a more circuitous route upon noticing that he was being observed. So, almost daily, for a week, and then for another, and again another. Meanwhile our singular conduct began to attract the attention of the rest of the miners. It seemed very strange that I should have so suddenly abandoned labor at my claim; and that the boy, instead of taking the earliest opportunity to leave the mine, in which he could no longer have any interest, and going off to his own place, wherever that might be, should still linger around. And why, whenever we strolled away, did we always take the same direction; and why was one so constantly followed by the other-neither of us by any chance speaking, yet both of us invariably bending our steps toward the same point, as though attracted by some common interest? It seemed all very strange indeed. And yet, as time ran on, and the mystery remained unsolved, new objects of attention of course came up, and so discussion of the matter gradually dropped, until even private speculation was at last abandoned. It grew to be an old story, in fact; and among that gathering of all kinds of character, personal eccentricities were too common to command long continued attention. So for a month-and then another. The fall of the year was now well advanced, and there were symptoms of an approaching movement among the miners. It was not a large settlement,-had been the creation of a single source of attraction-was ten miles removed, and by only a mule path at that, from the nearest of the more permanent mining centers; thence it was more than eighty miles by wagon road from Stockton. It behooved any who might intend to remain during the winter to begin making themselves comfortable with log huts instead of tents, and with such a plentiful stock of provisions as might probably be within the means of very few. Possibly it did not happen to be within the means of any, for during the first week of November, there seemed to be a very general stirring about on the part of all to get out of the place. First, a few Chileans, whom nobody missed, slipped silently away. Then came boisterous good byes and farewell drinks among the American settlers; and daily, white tents that here and there had dotted the plain, disappeared, and heavily laden mules were seen struggling up the path that led to the higher land above. Now and then, too, a single miner with a blanket on his back, and a few light implements in his hand, could be seen plodding away muleless, in the insignificance of his destitution, stealing away almost as unregarded as the Chileans. Among the last to go was our elected Judge. He had been detained, closing up some rather extensive interests in a flume; and now, being ready to leave, came to me. "I am a little anxious, Michigan, about that boy-Charley, as he is called. In one way he is nothing to me, of course, and yet he seems so weak and unprotected-in fact, he should have gone home, wherever that is, weeks ago. You seem to know as much about him as any one. Can't you look to him a little, if you stay much longer? "I don't know how much longer I shall stay here, Judge Conley. But I will promise to do what I can to help the boy, if he will let me, and that I will not leave the mine before he does." "Right: I suppose that is all anybody can ask. Well, good bye, and luck to you." He turned off, and was gone that same afternoon. Others almost immediately followed him, and within a day or two-it had come to about the middle of the monthnearly the whole population of the mine had melted away. There was nothing left standing upon the whole plain, in fact, except the two small tents about a quarter of a mile apart, from which Charley and I still kept our solitary watch upon each other. We had never spoken together since we had parted after the gambler's funeral; we had scarcely ever met, and if by any chance a meeting was threatened, had mutually avoided it by some divergence upon one side or the other. Not that there was any actual quarrel between us: but when men are moved by different and diverse interests, it is perhaps as well that they should keep 1886.] 7

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