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Erema

Chapter 10 A NUGGET

Word Count: 2427    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

saving the life of Uncle Sam than I did; for this had served as a kind of kedge, or drag, upon his little craft, retarding it from the g

ts power got ponded back by a dam, which the Sawyer himself had made, at about five furlongs above the mill. Ephraim, being further up the gulch, and high above the roaring flood, did his utmost with the k

that they never thought, because it was such a trifling matter; and they all had confidence in his power to do any thing but pay them. They told him that he was a young man still, and Providence watched over him; in a year or two he would be all the better for this sad visitation. And he said yes to their excellent advice, and was very much obliged to them. At the same time it was clear to me, who watched him like a daughter, that he became heavy in his mind, a

of it. He knew that he was not ruined, although these friends assumed that he must be; and some of them were quite angry with him because they had vainly warned him. He could not reme

y about him to ride forth alone from San Francisco, or even Sacramento town. And having mentioned the foreman Martin, in justice to him I ought to say that although his entire loss from the disaster amounted only to a worn-out waistcoat of the value of about twenty cents, his vehemence in grumbling could only be equaled by his lofty persistence. By his great activity in running away and leaving his e

I had no fear of robbers, though there were plenty in the neighborhood; for we still had three or four men about, who could be thoroughly trusted, and who staid with us on half wages rather than abandon the Sawyer in his trouble. Suan Isco, also, was as brave as any man

the mound. This was my favorite spot for thinking, when I felt perplexed and downcast in my young unaided mind. For although I have not spoken of my musings very copiously, any one would do me wrong who fancied that I was indifferent. Through the great kindness of Mr. Gundry and other good friends around me, I had no bitter sense as yet of my own dependence and poverty. But the vile thing

s was beginning to fly, and the bright spring flowers were dead more swiftly even than they first were born, I sat with Suan Isco at my father's cross, and told her to make me cry with some of all the many sad things she knew. She knew a wondrous number of things insatiably

eas I had simply been educated by good unpretentious women, who had partly retired from the world, but not to such a depth as to drown all thought of what wa

quite red, and perhaps Uncle Sam will come home to-night. I am afraid he has found some t

h the money. Always wi

l dream last night. Only I must go quite alone. You had better go and

e mans always hungr

t was so purely natural; but it differed almost as much as the step of a quadruped from what we are taught. I, with heavy thoughts but careless steps, set off on my wanderings. I wanted to try to have no set purpose, course, or

ver, as blue as ever, and shrinking from all thoughts of wrath, showed nothing in its pure gaze now but a gladness to refresh and cool. In many nicely sheltered corners it was full of soft reflection as to the good

und, or made little eddies among them. All were touched with silvery sound, and soft caressing dimples. But I looked at the passionate mountains first, to be sure of no more violence; for if a burned child dreads the

tarred post of mountain pine reclined down stream, and gently nodded to the current's impact. But overthrown as it was, it could not make its exit and float away, as all its brethren had done. At this I had wondered before, and no

the butt from the granite sand of the river-bed, I saw a great bowlder of rich yellow light. I was so much amazed that I cried out at once, "Oh! what a beautiful great yellow f

uidance of my hand. But when he saw what I pointed at, he was bitterly disappointed, and gave me to understand as much by loo

his tail grew rigid with the intensity of his labor, but the task was quite beyond him. He could not even stir the mighty mass at which he struggled, but he bit off a littl

ld, as if he had been to a dentist regardless of expense, and into my hand he dropped a lump of solid glittering virgin ore. He had not the smallest idea of having done any th

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1 Chapter 1 A LOST LANDMARK2 Chapter 2 A PACIFIC SUNSET3 Chapter 3 A STURDY COLONIST4 Chapter 4 THE "KING OF THE MOUNTAINS."5 Chapter 5 UNCLE SAM6 Chapter 6 A BRITISHER7 Chapter 7 DISCOMFITURE8 Chapter 8 A DOUBTFUL LOSS9 Chapter 9 WATER-SPOUT10 Chapter 10 A NUGGET11 Chapter 11 ROVERS12 Chapter 12 GOLD AND GRIEF13 Chapter 13 THE SAWYER'S PRAYER14 Chapter 14 NOT FAR TO SEEK15 Chapter 15 BROUGHT TO BANK16 Chapter 16 FIRM AND INFIRM17 Chapter 17 HARD AND SOFT18 Chapter 18 OUT OF THE GOLDEN GATE19 Chapter 19 INSIDE THE CHANNEL20 Chapter 20 BRUNTSEA21 Chapter 21 LISTLESS22 Chapter 22 BETSY BOWEN23 Chapter 23 BETSY'S TALE24 Chapter 24 No.2425 Chapter 25 No.2526 Chapter 26 AT THE BANK27 Chapter 27 COUSIN MONTAGUE28 Chapter 28 A CHECK29 Chapter 29 AT THE PUMP30 Chapter 30 COCKS AND COXCOMBS31 Chapter 31 ADRIFT32 Chapter 32 AT HOME33 Chapter 33 LORD CASTLEWOOD34 Chapter 34 SHOXFORD35 Chapter 35 THE SEXTON36 Chapter 36 A SIMPLE QUESTION37 Chapter 37 SOME ANSWER TO IT38 Chapter 38 A WITCH39 Chapter 39 NOT AT HOME40 Chapter 40 THE MAN AT LAST41 Chapter 41 A STRONG TEMPTATION42 Chapter 42 MASTER WITHYPOOL43 Chapter 43 GOING TO THE BOTTOM44 Chapter 44 HERMETICALLY SEALED45 Chapter 45 CONVICTION46 Chapter 46 VAIN ZEAL47 Chapter 47 CADMEIAN VICTORY48 Chapter 48 A RETURN CALL49 Chapter 49 WANTED, A SAWYER50 Chapter 50 THE PANACEA51 Chapter 51 LIFE SINISTER52 Chapter 52 FOR LIFE, DEATH53 Chapter 53 BRUNTSEA DEFIANT54 Chapter 54 BRUNTSEA DEFEATED55 Chapter 55 A DEAD LETTER56 Chapter 56 WITH HIS OWN SWORD57 Chapter 57 FEMALE SUFFRAGE58 Chapter 58 BEYOND DESERT, AND DESERTS