A Millionaire of Rough-and-Ready
By Bret Harte
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Not surprisingly, a lot has been written about the West, and one of the best known writers about the West in the 19th century was Francis Bret Harte (1836-1902), who wrote poetry and short stories during his literary career. Harte was on the West Coast by the 1860s, placing himself in perfect position to document and depict frontier life.
Bret Harte
Bret Harte (1836–1902) was an author and poet known for his romantic depictions of the American West and the California gold rush. Born in New York, Harte moved to California when he was seventeen and worked as a miner, messenger, and journalist. In 1868 he became editor of the Overland Monthly, a literary journal in which he published his most famous work, “The Luck of Roaring Camp.” In 1871 Harte returned east to further his writing career. He spent his later years as an American diplomat in Germany and Britain.
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A Millionaire of Rough-and-Ready - Bret Harte
A MILLIONAIRE OF ROUGH-AND-READY
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Bret Harte
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
A Millionaire of Rough-and-Ready
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
A Millionaire of Rough-and-Ready
By
Bret Harte
A MILLIONAIRE OF ROUGH-AND-READY
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Published by Lasso Press
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First published 1900
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A Millionaire of Rough-and-Ready
PROLOGUE
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There was no mistake this time: he had struck gold at last!
It had lain there before him a moment ago—a misshapen piece of brown-stained quartz, interspersed with dull yellow metal; yielding enough to have allowed the points of his pick to penetrate its honeycombed recesses, yet heavy enough to drop from the point of his pick as he endeavored to lift it from the red earth.
He was seeing all this plainly, although he found himself, he knew not why, at some distance from the scene of his discovery, his heart foolishly beating, his breath impotently hurried. Yet he was walking slowly and vaguely; conscious of stopping and staring at the landscape, which no longer looked familiar to him. He was hoping for some instinct or force of habit to recall him to himself; yet when he saw a neighbor at work in an adjacent claim, he hesitated, and then turned his back upon him. Yet only a moment before he had thought of running to him, saying, By Jingo! I’ve struck it,
or D—n it, old man, I’ve got it
; but that moment had passed, and now it seemed to him that he could scarce raise his voice, or, if he did, the ejaculation would appear forced and artificial. Neither could he go over to him coolly and tell his good fortune; and, partly from this strange shyness, and partly with a hope that another survey of the treasure might restore him to natural expression, he walked back to his tunnel.
Yes; it was there! No mere pocket
or deposit,
but a part of the actual vein he had been so long seeking. It was there, sure enough, lying beside the pick and the debris of the face
of the vein that he had exposed sufficiently, after the first shock of discovery, to assure himself of the fact and the permanence of his fortune. It was there, and with it the refutation of his enemies’ sneers, the corroboration of his friends’ belief, the practical demonstration of his own theories, the reward of his patient labors. It was there, sure enough. But, somehow, he not only failed to recall the first joy of discovery, but was conscious of a vague sense of responsibility and unrest. It was, no doubt, an enormous fortune to a man in his circumstances: perhaps it meant a couple of hundred thousand dollars, or more, judging from the value of the old Martin lead, which was not as rich as this, but it required to be worked constantly and judiciously. It was with a decided sense of uneasiness that he again sought the open sunlight of the hillside. His neighbor was still visible on the adjacent claim; but he had apparently stopped working, and was contemplatively smoking a pipe under a large pine-tree. For an instant he envied him his apparent contentment. He had a sudden fierce and inexplicable desire to go over to him and exasperate his easy poverty by a revelation of his own new-found treasure. But even that sensation quickly passed, and left him staring blankly at the landscape again.
As soon as he had made his discovery known, and settled its value, he would send for his wife and her children in the States. He would build a fine house on the opposite hillside, if she would consent to it, unless she preferred, for the children’s sake, to live in San Francisco. A sense of a loss of independence—of a change of circumstances that left him no longer his own master—began to perplex him, in the midst of his brightest projects. Certain other relations with other members of his family, which had lapsed by absence and his insignificance, must now be taken up anew. He must do something for his sister Jane, for his brother William, for his wife’s poor connections. It would be unfair to him to say that he contemplated those things with any other instinct than that of generosity; yet he was conscious of being already perplexed and puzzled.
Meantime, however, the neighbor had apparently finished his pipe, and, knocking the ashes out of it, rose suddenly, and ended any further uncertainty of their meeting by walking over directly towards him. The treasure-finder advanced a few steps on his side, and then stopped irresolutely.
Hollo, Slinn!
said the neighbor, confidently.
Hollo, Masters,
responded Slinn, faintly. From the sound of the two voices a stranger might have mistaken their relative condition. What in thunder are you mooning about for? What’s up?
Then, catching sight of Slinn’s pale and anxious face, he added abruptly, Are you sick?
Slinn was on the point of telling him his good fortune, but stopped. The unlucky question confirmed his consciousness of his physical and mental disturbance, and he dreaded the ready ridicule of his companion. He would tell him later; Masters need not know WHEN he had made the strike. Besides, in his present vagueness, he shrank from the brusque, practical questioning that would be sure to follow the revelation to a man of Masters’ temperament.
I’m a little giddy here,
he answered, putting his hand to his head, and I thought I’d knock off until I was better.
Masters examined him with two very critical gray eyes. Tell ye what, old man!—if you don’t quit this dog-goned foolin’ of yours in that God-forsaken tunnel you’ll get loony! Times you get so tangled up in follerin’ that blind lead o’ yours you ain’t sensible!
Here was the opportunity to tell him all, and vindicate the justice of his theories! But he shrank from it again; and now, adding to the confusion, was a singular sense of dread at the mental labor of explanation. He only smiled painfully, and began to move away. Look you!
said Masters, peremptorily, ye want about three fingers of straight whiskey to set you right, and you’ve got to take it with me. D—n it, man, it may be the last drink we take together! Don’t look so skeered! I mean—I made up my mind about ten minutes ago to cut the whole d—d thing, and light out for fresh diggings. I’m sick of getting only grub wages out o’ this bill. So that’s what I mean by saying it’s the last drink you and me’ll take together. You know my ways: sayin’ and doin’ with me’s the same thing.
It was true. Slinn had often envied Masters’ promptness of decision and resolution. But he only looked at the grim face of his interlocutor with a feeble sense of relief. He was GOING. And he, Slinn, would not have to explain anything!
He murmured something about having to go over to the settlement on business. He dreaded lest Masters should insist upon going into the tunnel.
I suppose you want to mail that letter,
said Masters, drily. "The mail don’t go till to-morrow, so you’ve got time to finish it, and