Class JS5J_ BooIlZBS1_ Qwright^? COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. CKUSOE'S ISLAND: Eomhh in IJjb /ontst^s nf alwntitor ftilttrk. WITH SKETCHES OF ADVENTURE IN CALIFOKNIA AND WASHOE. - BY J. ROSS BROWNE, AUTHOR OF "ETCHINGS OF A WHALING CRUISE," "YUSEF," &c. NEW YORK: HARPER & BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE. 18 64. r Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year one thousand eight hundred and sixty-four, by Harper & Brothers, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Southern District of New York. i ?/ CONTENTS, CRUSOE'S ISLAND. CHAPTEE PAGE I. THE BOAT ADVENTURE 9 II. FIKST IMPRESSIONS OF THE ISLAND 22 III. GOING ASHORE 25 IV. CONDITION OF THE ISLAND IN 1849.. 28 V. ROBINSON CRUSOE'S CAVE 37 VI. THE VALLEY ON FIRE 48 VII. THE CAVE OF THE BUCCANEERS 54 VIII. LODGINGS UNDER GROUND 55 IX. COOKING FISH 62 X. RAMBLE INTO THE INTERIOR 71 XI. THE VALLEY OF ENCHANTMENT 75 XII. A STRANGE DISCOVERY 77 XIII. THE STORM AND ESCAPE 86 XIV. THE AMERICAN CRUSOE 91 XV. CASTLE OF THE AMERICAN CRUSOE 96 XVI. DIFFICULTY BETWEEN ABRAHAM AND THE DOUBTER 99 XVII. THE MURDER 106 XVIII. THE SKULL 112 XIX. THE GOVERNOR'S VISION 117 XX. THE DOUBTER'S DYSPEPTIC STORY 120 XXI. BAD DREAM CONCERNING THE DOUBTER 123 XXII. THE UNPLEASANT AFFAIR OF HONOR 127 XXIII. DR. STILLMAN'S JOURNAL 142 XXIV. CONFIDENTIAL CHAT WITH THE READER 147 XXV. EARLY VOYAGES TO JUAN FERNANDEZ 151 XXVI. ALEXANDER SELKIRK AND ROBINSON CRUSOE 161 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. I. THE CANNIBAL 167 II. THE MIRAGE 172 III. A DEATH STRUGGLE 180 i v CONTENTS. CHAPTER PAGK IV. THE OUTLAW'S CAMP 189 V. THE ESCAPE 201 VI. A LONELY RIDE 209 VII. THE ATTACK 214 VIII. SAN MIGUEL 222 IX. A DANGEROUS ADVENTURE 228 X. A TRAGEDY 235 OBSERVATIONS IN OFFICE. I. MY OFFICIAL EXPERIENCES 249 II. THE GREAT PORT TOWNSEND CONTROVERSY, SHOWING HOW WHISKY BUILT A CITY 270 III. THE INDIANS OF CALIFORNIA 284 A PEEP AT WASHOE, I. INTRODUCTORY 309 II. START FOR WASHOE 322 III. ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS 350 IV. AN INFERNAL CITY 365 V. SOCIETY OF VIRGINIA CITY 385 VI. ESCAPE FROM VIRGINIA CITY 394 VII. MY WASHOE AGENCY 404 VIII. START FOR HOME 416 IX. ARRIVAL IN SAN FRANCISCO 430 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS, CRUSOE'S ISLAND. Map of Juan Fernandez Page 9 Leaving the Ship 13 Boat in a Storm 16 Struck by a Flaw 18 Shipwrecked Sailor 19 Juan Fernandez 23 Crusoe's Castle 20 Crusoe at Home 27 Plan of the Convict Cells 28 Convict Cells 30 Chilian Huts 31 Walrus, or Sea Lion 3G Crusoe's Cave 39 A Eelic of Crusoe 40 Crusoe's Devotions 41 The Valley with the Cave and Cliff 42 Dream-land Crusoe 44 Fairy Cove 45 Rescue of Friday 40 Crusoe asleep 48 The Californians in Juan Fernandez 51 Fishing 53 Crusoe and his Comrades 57 Cooking in Juan Fernandez , 02 The Cliff 04 Abraham on the Peak 6<) The Trogon 74 The Valley 76 The Skull [[[[[ 8 5 The American Crusoe 90 Tragic Fate of the Scotchman 107 The Lovers 1 09 Grave of the murdered Man HI The Doubter 121 The Footprint in the Sand 124 The Savage Orgies J25 vi LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. The Doubter back again Page 133 Swallowing an Island 140 Dreams and Realities 145 Peak of Yonka 146 Scenery of Juan Fernandez 148 Killing Savages 149 The Author a la Robinson Crusoe 150 Chilian and Chilienne 157 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. Mirage in the Salinas Valley 168 Pass of San Juan 173 Antelopes in the Mirage 1 75 Vulture in the Mirage ... .,..../ 176 ._ t -i c * Mm ^Cnisoc'srnllrr- C/ 1 P ^ 1 ^^W-r JfratrltJStaa ysf* CLARA 0S^i ^ or r\ jj|S GOAT I?q CnameTfJtrzr ■■'■ A t^§& „ JttorraUca'd 1 ~3&S^, '■■•' '"■-■■■"■h. V,.t - MAP OP JUAN FERNA-M'i:/.. My narrative dates as far back as the early part of the year 1849. Then the ship Anteus was a noted vessel. Many were the strange stories told of strife and discord between the captain and the passengers; pamphlets were published giving different versions of the facts, and some very curious questions of law were involved in the charges made by both parties. It appeared from the statement of the passengers, who were for the most part intelligent and respectable Americans, that, on the voyage of the Anteus to California, their treatment by the captain was cruel and oppressive in the extreme ; that, before they were three weeks from port, he had reduced them almost to a state of absolute starvation; and, in consequence of the violence of his conduct, which, as they alleged, was without cause or provocation on their part, they consid- ered their lives endangered, and resolved upon making 10 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. an appeal for his removal at the port of Rio. On the ar- rival of the vessel at Rio the captain was arraigned be- fore the American consul, and pronounced to be insane by the evidence of six physicians and by the testimony of a large majority of the passengers. It was charged, on the other hand, that the passengers were disorderly, mutinous, and ungovernable ; that they had entered into a conspiracy against the captain, and in testifying to his insanity were guilty of perjury. The examination of the case occupied several weeks before the American consul ; voluminous testimony was-taken on both sides ; the ques- tion was submitted to the American minister, to the Brit- ish consul, and to the principal merchants of Rio, all of whom concurred in the opinion that, under the circum- stances, there was but one proper course to pursue, which was, to remove the captain from the command of the ves- sel. He was accordingly deposed by the American con- sul, and a new captain placed in the command. This was regarded by the principal merchants of New York as an arbitrary exercise of authority, unwarranted by law or precedent, and a memorial was addressed by them to the President of the United States for the removal of the con- sul. A new administration had just come into power; and the consul was removed, ostensibly on the ground of the complaints made against him ; but, inasmuch as some few other officers of the government were removed at the same time without such ground, it may be inferred that a difference in political opinion had some weight with the administration. It is not my intention now to go into any argument in regard to the merits of this case ; the time may come when justice will be done to the injured, and it remains for higher authority than myself to mete it out. I have simply to acknowledge, with a share of the odium rest- ing upon me, that I was one of the rebellious passengers in the Anteus. My companions in trouble so far hon- ored me with their confidence as to give me charge of the case. I was unlearned in law, yet possessed some CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 11 experience in sea-life; and believing that* the lives of all on board depended upon getting rid of a desperate and insane captain, aided to the best of my ability in having a new officer placed in the command. To the change thus made, unforeseen in its results, I owe ray eventful visit to the island of Juan Fernandez. It was the intention of our first captain to touch at Valparaiso for a supply of fresh provisions. In the ship's papers this was the only port designated on the Pacific side except San Francisco. Our new commander, Cap- tain Brooks, assumed the responsibility of leaving the choice between Valparaiso and another port to the pas- sengers. It was put to the vote, and decided that Ave should proceed to Callao, so that we might pass in sight of Juan Fernandez, and have an opportunity of visiting- Lima, " the City of the Kings." Early on the morning of the 19th of May, 1849, we made the highest peak of Massa Tierra, bearing N.N.W., distant seventy miles.* The weather was mild and clear. As the sun rose, it fell calm, and the ship lay nearly mo- tionless. A light blue spot, scarce bigger than a hand- spike, was all that appeared in the horizon. It might have passed for a cloud but for the distinctness of its outline. Weary of the gales we had encountered off Cape Horn, it was a pleasant thing to see a spot of earth once more, and there was not a soul on board but felt a desire to go ashore. For some days past, myself and a few others had talked secretly among ourselves about making the attempt in case we went close enough ; but now there seemed to be every prospect of a long calm, and we took it for granted the captain would clap on all sail if we took the trades. There was no other chance but to lower one of the boats and row seventy miles. A party of us agreed to do this, provided we could get a boat. The ship's boats we knew it would be impossible to get without permission of the captain, and that we were not willing to ask. Mr. Brigham, a fellow-passen- ger, was owner of one of the quarter -boats. We 12 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. broached the matter to him, and he gladly joined in the adventure, together with his partner and some friends, so that Ave made in all a very pleasant party of eleven. The proper number of men for the boat was six, but in consideration of the great distance and the necessity of a change at the oars, five more were crowded in. We had been in the habit of rowing about the vessel when- ever it was calm, and this we thought would be a good excuse for lowering the boat. Being in great haste, lest the captain should object to letting us go, we only thought of a few necessary articles in case we should be cast away or driven off from the island. Two small demijohns of water, a few biscuits, a piece of dried beef, and some cheese and crackers comprised our entire stock of provisions ; and for nautical instruments we had only a lantern and a small pocket compass. Not knowing but there might be outlaws or savages ashore who might undertake to murder us, we armed ourselves with a double-barreled gun, a fusee, and an old harpoon, which Avas all Ave could smuggle into the boat in the excitement of starting. Captain Brooks happening to come on deck, perceived that there Avas something unusual going on, and, suspecting our design, took occasion to warn its of the folly of such an expedition. At the same time, think- ing there was more bravado than reality about it, he laughed good-humoredly when Ave acknoAvledged that we were going ashore. " Be sure," said he, as Ave went over the side, '•' not to forget the peaches. You will find plenty of them up in the valleys. Only don't lose sight of the vessel. You may exercise yourselves as much as you please, but keep the royals above water, AvhateA r er you do. Bear in mind that you are more than seventy miles from that peak !" We promised him that we would take care of ourselves, and come back safe in case we Avere not foundered. At 9 A.M. Ave bade our friends good-by, and with three cheers pushed off from the ship. The boat was only tAventy-tAVO feet long and an eighth of an inch thick : CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 13 it was made of sheet-iron, and was very narrow and crank. Most of us, except myself and a whaleman named Pax- ton, were unused to rowing, so that the prospect of reach- ing land depended a good deal upon the day remaining calm, and upon keeping the boat trimmed, the gunwales being only ten inches out of the water. LEAV1NU THE SHIP. There was no excuse for this risk of life, save that in- satiable thirst for novelty which all experience to some extent after the monotony of a long voyage. I will only say, in regard to myself, that I was too full of joy at the idea of a ramble in the footsteps of Robinson Crusoe to think of risk at all. If there was danger, it merely served to give zest to the adventure. By a calculation of the distance and our rate of going, we expected to reach the land by sundown or soon after ; and then our plan was to make a tent of the boat-sail, and sleep under it till morning, when by rising early we thought Ave could take a run over the island, and perhaps get some fruit and vegetables. By that time, should a A* 14 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. light breeze spring up during the night, we thought it likely the ship would be well up by the laud, and we could pull out and get on board without difficulty. Be- fore long we found that distances are very deceptive in these latitudes where the atmosphere is so clear : for not- withstanding the statement of the captain that by the reckoning we were seventy miles from land, we believed that he only told us so to deter us from going, and that Ave were not much more than half that distance. In row- ing we made a division of our number, taking turns or watches of an hour each at the oars, so as to share the labor. Once fairly under way, with a smooth sea and a pleasant day before us, we became exceedingly merry at the expense of our fellow-passengers whom we had left in the ship to drift about in the calm, and it afforded us much diversion to think how they would be disappointed upon finding that we were in earnest about going ashore. Before long we had cause to wish ourselves back again in the ship, which goes to prove that apparently the most unfortunate are often less so than those who seem to be favored by circumstances. At noon we took a lunch, and refreshed ourselves with a drink of water all round. We had also a good supply of cigars, which we smoked with great relish after our pull ; and I think there never was a happier set than we were for the time. Still there was but a single peak on the horizon. It was blue and dim in the distance, and apparently not much higher than when Ave saAV it from the mast-head, from which Ave inferred that there must be a current setting against us. The Anteus Avas hull down, yet we seemed as far from the land as when we started. A ripple beginning to show upon the Avater, we hoist- ed our sail to catch the breeze, and found that it helped us one or two knots an hour. With songs and anecdotes Ave passed the time pleasantly till 3 P.M., when Ave en- tirely lost sight of the vessel. Paxton, the whaleman, now stood up in the boat to take an observation of the CRUSOE'S ISLAND. , g land. There were a few more peaks in sight ; the mid- dle peak, which was the first we made, began to loom up very plainly, showing a flat top. It was the mountain called Yonka, which is said to be three thousand feet high. We were apparently forty miles yet from the nearest point ; and the sun setting here in May at a little after five, we began to feel uneasy concerning the weath- er, which showed signs of a change. All of ns, having gone so far, were in favor of keeping on, though in secret we thought there was a good deal of danger. At sunset we took another observation. The land had risen quite over the water from end to end, and we hoped to reach it in about three hours. It is true none of us knew any thing about the shores, whether they abounded in bays or not, and if so where any safe place of landing could be found, which made us doubtful how to steer. Clouds were gathering all over the horizon ; a few stars shone out dimly overhead, and the shades of night began to cover the island as with a shroud. Swiftly, yet with re- sistless power, the clouds swept over the whole sky, and the horizon, iu all the grandeur of its vast circle, was lost in the shades of night. No sail was near ; no light shone upon us now but the dim rays of a few solitary stars through the rugged masses of clouds ; no sound broke upon the listening ear save the weary stroke of our oars: a gloom had settled upon the mighty wilderness of wa- ters, and we were awed and silent, for we knew that the spirit of God was there, and darkness was his secret place ; that " his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies." One large black mass of clouds rose up on the weather quarter ; a low moaning came over the sea, and the air became suddenly chill, and trie waters rippled around us, and were tossed about by the unseen Power, and we trembled, for we beheld the coming of the storm that was soon to burst upon us in all the majesty of its wrath. For a while there was the stillness of death; then "the Lord thundered in the heavens, and the Highest gave his L6 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. voice," and out of the darkness came the storm. In fierce and sudden gusts it came, terrible in its resistless might ; lashing the sea into a white foam, tossing and whirling overhead, with its thousand arms outstretched ; grasping up the waters as it raged over the deep, and scourging them madly through the air, while it moaned and shrieked like the dread spirit of desolation. BOAT IN A STORM. Every one of us cowered down in the boat to keep her balanced. The spray washed over us fearfully, and the sail shook so in the wind, having let go all, that we thought it would tear the mast out. At this time we were about three leagues from the S.E. end of the island, which was the nearest point then in sight. As the cloud spread by the attraction of the land, the whole island be- came wrapped in a dark shroud of mist, aud in half an hour we could discern nothing but the gloom of the storm around us, as we bore down toward the darkest part on the lea. Our lamp was now quenched by a heavy sea, and being unable to distinguish the points of the compass, we were fearful we should miss the island and be carried off so far that we could never reach it again. Whenever there was a lull we tried to haul in our sheet, but a sudden flaw striking us once, the boat lay over till she buried her gunwales, and the sea broke heavily over her lee side, and the crew at the same time spring- ing in a body to the weather side, to balance her, brought her over suddenly, so that it was a miracle we were not CRUSOE'S ISLAND. IV capsized, which, had it happened so far out at sea in the darkness, would have made an end of us. Indeed, it was as much as we could do, by baling continually, to keep her afloat, and every moment we expected to be buried in a watery grave. For the reason that we feared the tide or current which set against us might carry us oil* beyond reach of the land, we kept up our sail as long as we could, thinking that while we made headway toward the lee of the island we increased our chance of safety. Moreover, we knew it was four hundred miles to the coast of Chili, and we had neither water nor provisions left. At best our position was perilous. Ignorant of the bearings of the harbor, we were at a loss what to do even if we should be able to reach the lee of the island, for we had seen that it was chiefly rock-bound and inac- cessible to boats. About 2 A.M., as well as we could judge, we found our- selves close in under the lee of a high cliff, upon the base of which the surf broke with a tremendous roar. Some three or four of the party, reckless of the consequences, were in favor of running straight in, and attempting to gain the shore at all hazards. The more prudent of us protested against the folly of this course, well knowing that we would be capsized in the surf and dashed to pieces on the rocks. Here we found the evils of having too many masters in an adventure of this kind, where every man who had a will of his own seemed disposed to use it. However, by mild pei'suasion, we adjusted the difficulty, and agreed to continue on under the lee, where we were sheltered in some degree from the gale, till we should hit upon some safe harbor, if such there was upon the island. The boat was our only resource in case of being left ashore, and all admitted the necessity of pre- serving it as long as possible. If we found no harbor, we could li6 off a short distance and wait till daylight. This plan was so reasonable that none could object to it. As soon as we were well in by the shore, where the gale was cut off by the mountains, we had a light eddy of air 18 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. in our favor, which induced ns to keep up our sail. We soon found the danger of this. A strong flaw from a gap in the land struck us suddenly, and would have capsized STRUCK 1ST A FLAW. us had we not let go every thing, and clung to the weath- er gunwale till it was over, when we quickly pulled down the sail and took to the oars. We could see nothing on our starboard but the wild seas as they rolled off into the darkness ; on our larboard, a black perpendicular wall of rocks loomed up hundreds of feet high, reaching apparently into the clouds. Some- times a part of the outline came out clear, with its rugged pinnacles against the sky, and now and then a fearful gorge opened up as we coasted along, through which the wind moaned dismally. It was a very wild and awful place in the dead of night, being so covered with dark- ness that we scarce knew where we steered, or how soon we might be dashed to pieces in the surf. Once in a while we stopped to listen, thinking we heard voices on the shore, but it was only the moaning of the tempest upon the cliffs, and the frightful beating of the surf below. We seemed almost to be able to touch the black and rug- ged wall of rocks that stood up out of the sea, and the shock of the returning waves so jarred the Ifoat at times that we clung to the thwarts, and believed we were sure- ly within the jaws of death. As the voices died away which we thought came out from the cliffs there was a CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 19 lull in the storm, and nothing but the wail of the surf could be heard, sounding very sad and lonesome in gloom of night. It was a dreary and perpetual dirge for the ill-fated mariners who were buried upon that inhospita- ble shore ; a death-moan that forever rises out of the deep for the souls that are lost, and the hearts that can never be united with those that love them upon earth again. T thought how well it was writ by the poet — "Oh, Solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms. Than reign in this horrible place." SHIPWRECKED SAILOK. Having pulled about twelve miles along the shore from Goat Island, where we first got under the lee, and seeing no sign of a cove or harbor, we began to despair of get- ting ashore before daylight. In this extremity, Abraham, a ship-neighbor of mine, succeeded in lighting the lantern again, which he held out in his hand from the bow, hop- ing thereby to cast a light upon the rocks, that we might grope out our way and reach some place of safety ; but it only seemed to make the darkness thicker than it was before. We therefore concluded it was best to pull on till we rounded a point some few miles ahead, where we thought there might be a cove. So we put out the light and got Paxton to go in the bow as a look-out, he being the most keen-sighted, from the habit of looking from ■20 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. the mast-head for whales. On turning the point we were startled by a loud cry of " Light, ho !" Every body turned to see where it appeared. It was close down by the water, about three miles distant, within a spacious cove that opened upon us as we turned the point. Paxton's quick eye had descried it the moment we hove round the rock. Greatly rejoiced by this discovery, we pulled ahead with a good will and rapidly bore down toward the light. Chilled through with the sharp gusts from the mount- ains, wet with spray, and very hungry, we congratulated ourselves that there were still inhabitants on the island, and we could not but think they would give us something to eat, and furnish us with some place of shelter. Cap- tain Brooks had told us that he had been here several times in a whaler ; that sometimes people lived upon the island from the coast of Chili, and sometimes it was en- tirely deserted. The Chilians who frequented this lonely island we knew to be a very bad set of people, chiefly convicts and outcasts, who would not hesitate to rob and murder any stranger whom misfortune or the love of ad- venture might cast in their power. Pirates, also, had fre- quented its bays from the time of the buccaneers ; and it was a question with us whether the light was made by these outlaws, or by some unfortunate shipwrecked sail- ors or deserters from some English or American whale- ship. The better to provide against danger, we loaded our two guns, and placed them in the bow, as also the harpoon ; upon which we steered for the light. All of a sudden it disappeared, as if quenched by water. This was a new source of trouble. What could it mean? There was no doubt we had all seen it. The early voy- agers had often seen strange lights at night on the tops of the mountains, which they attributed to supernatural causes ; but this was close down by the water, and was too well denned and too distinctly visible to us all either to be a supernatural visitation or the result of some vol- canic eruption. While we lay upon our oars wondering CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 21 what it meant, it again appeared, brighter than before. Now, if the inhabitants were not pirates or freebooters, why did they pursue this mysterious conduct ? We sus- pected that they heard our oars, and had lit a fire on the beach to guide us ashore ; but if they wanted us to land in the right place, why did they put out the light and start it up again so strangely ? For half an hour it con- tinued thus to disappear and reappear at short intervals in the same mysterious way, for which none of us could account. It being now about four o'clock in the morning, we felt so cast down by fatigue and dread of death, that we decided to run in at all hazards, and, if necessary, make our way through the breakers. All hands fell to upon the oars, and soon the light bore up again close on by the head. Paxton, who was in the bow, quickly started up, and began peering sharply through the gloom. " What's that ?" said he : " look there, my lads. I see something black ; don't you see it — there, on the larboard — it looks to me like the hull of a ship ! Pull, my lads, pull !" and so all gave way with a will, and in a few minutes the tall masts of a vessel loomed up against the sky within a hundred yards ! I shall never forget the joy of the whole party at that sight. The light which we had seen came from a lamp that swung in the lower rigging, and though the ship might be a Chilian convict vessel, or some other craft as little likely to give us a pleasant reception, yet we were too glad to think of that, and straightway pulled up under her stern and hailed her. For a mo- ment there was a pause as our voices broke upon the stillness ; then tnere was a stir on deck, and a voice an- swered us in clear sailor-like English, "Boat ahoy ! where are you from ?" " The ship Anteus," said we, " bound for California ; what ship is this ?" " The Brooklyn, of New York, bound for California. Come on board !" No longer able to suppress our joy, w r e gave vent to three hearty cheers — cheers so loud and genuine that they swept over the waters of Juan Fernandez, and went roll- ■22 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. ing up the valleys in a thousand echoes. In less than five minutes we were all on deck, thankful for our provi- dential deliverance from the horrors of that eventful night. CHAPTER II. FIKST IMPRESSIONS OF THE ISLAND. The decks of the Brooklyn presented a strange and half-savage scene. Most of the passengers, aroused from their sleep by the shouts of the officers and crew, had rushed upon deck nearly naked, and quite at a loss to know what had happened. While Ave were answering some of their questions, Captain Richardson, the master, pushed his way through the crowd and asked what all the noise was about. We speedily explained how we had left the Anteus seventy miles out at sea, and how, through the aid of Providence, we had made our way into the harbor and descried the ship's lamp ; declaring at the same time our belief that, had we missed the ship, in all probability we would have been dashed to pieces upon the rocks. We then made ourselves known per- sonally to the captain, who was well acquainted with some of the party. He cordially welcomed us on board, and invited us into his cabin, where we gave him a more detailed account of our adventure. Meantime the cook was ordered to get us some breakfast as soon as possi- ble, and Captain Richardson offered us dry clothes, and administered to our wants in the kindest manner. Nor was it long till we felt exceedingly comfortable consid- ering the previous circumstances. We soon had break- fast, which, after our toils and troubles, was truly a God- send. Some of the finest fish I ever ate was on the table ; excellent ham and potatoes also, fresh bread, and coffee boiling hot. It was devoured with a most uncommon relish, as you may suppose ; and it was none the less agreeable for being seasoned with pleasant conversation. CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 23 The captain admitted that in all his seafar- ing career he had nev- er known of any thinsr more absurd than our adventure, and that it was a miracle we were not every one lost. All the passengers crowd- ed around us as if we had risen from the depths of the sea, and I fancied they exam- ined us as if they had an idea that we Avere some kind of sea-mon- sters. The Brooklyn lay at anchor about half a mile from the boat- Janding. At the dawn of day I was on the deck, looking eagerly toward the island. I may as well confess at once that no child could have felt more delighted than I did in the anticipation of something illusive and enchanting. My heart throbbed with impatience to see what it was that cast so strange a fascination about that lonely spot. All was wrapped in mist ; but the air was filled with fresh odors of land, and wafts of sweetness more delicious than the scent of new-mown hay. The storm had ceased, and the soft-echoed bleating of goats, and the distant baying of wild dogs were all the sounds of life that broke upon the 24 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. stillness. It seemed as if the sun, loth to disturb the ocean in its rest, or reveal the scene of beauty that lay slumbering upon its bosom, would never rise again, so gently the light stole upon the eastern sky, so softly it absorbed the shadows of night. I watched the golden glow as it spread over the heavens, and beheld at last the sun in all his majesty scatter away the thick vapors that lay around his resting-place, and each vale was opened out in the glowing light of the morning, and the mountains that towered out of the sea were bathed in the glory of his rays. Never shall I forget the strange delight with which I gazed upon that isle of romance ; the unfeigned rapture I felt in the anticipation of exploring that miniature world in the desert of waters, so fraught with the hap- piest associations of youth ; so remote from all the ordi- nary realities of life; the actual embodiment of the most absorbing, most fascinating of all the dreams of fancy. Many foreign lands I had seen ; many islands scattered over the broad ocean, rich and wondrous in their roman- tic beauty ; many glens of Utopian loveliness ; mountain heights weird and impressive in their sublimity; but nothing to equal this in variety of outline and undefmable richness of coloring ; nothing so dreamlike, so wrapped in illusion, so strange and absorbing in its novelty. Great peaks of reddish rock seemed to pierce the sky wherever I looked ; a thousand rugged ridges swept up- ward toward the centre in a perfect maze of enchant- ment. It was all wild, fascinating, and unreal. The sides of the mountains were covered with patches of rich grass, natural fields of oats, and groves of myrtle and pi- mento. Abrupt walls of rock rose from the water to the height of a thousand feet. The surf broke in a white line of foam along the shores of the bay, and its measured swell floated upon the air like the voice of a distant cat- aract. Fields of verdure covered the ravines; ruined and moss-covered walls were scattered over each emi- nence ; and the straw huts of the inhabitants were al- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 25 most unbosomed in trees, in the midst of the valley, and jets of smoke arose out of the groves and floated oft' gently in the calm air of the morning. In all the shore, but one spot, a single opening among the rocks, seemed accessible to man. The rest of the coast within view consisted of fearful cliffs overhanging the water, the ridges from which sloped upward as they receded in- land, forming a variety of smaller valleys above, which were strangely diversified with woods and grass, and golden fields of wild oats. Close to the water's edge was the dark moss-covered rock, forever moist with the bright spray of the ocean, and above it, cleft in countless fissures by earthquakes in times past, the red burnt earth ; and there were gorges through which silvery springs coursed, and cascades fringed with banks of shrubbery ; and still higher the slopes were of a bright yellow, which, lying outspread in the glow of the early sunlight, almost dazzled the eye ; and round about through the valleys and on the hill-sides, the groves of myrtle, pimento, and corkwood were draped in green, glittering with rain-drops after the storm, and the whole air was tinged with ambrosial tints, and filled with sweet odors; nothing in all the island and its shores, as the sun rose and cast off the mist, but seemed to "suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange." CHAPTER III. GOING ASHORE. No longer able to control our enthusiam, we sprang into the boat and pushed oft' for the landing. Captain Richardson, who was well acquainted with the ruins of the Chilian settlement, joined us in our intended excur- sion, and we were accompanied also by a few sporting passengers from the Brooklyn in another boat. The wa- C 26 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. ters of the bay are of crystal clearness ; we saw the bot- tom as we dashed over the swell, at a depth of several fathoms. It was alive with fish and various kinds of marine animals, of which there are great quantities about these shores. Can you conceive, ye landsmen who dwell in cities, and have never buffeted for weary months the gales of old ocean, the joy of once more touching the genial earth Avhen it has become almost a dreamy fancy in the memories pfjthe past! Then think, without a smile of disdain, what a thrill of delight ran through my blood as I pressed my feet for the first time upon the fresh sod of Juan Fernandez ! Think of it, too, as the realization of hopes which I had never ceased to cherish from early boyhood ; for this was the abiding place, which I now at last beheld, of a wondrous adventurer whose history had filled my soul years ago with indefi- nite longings for sea-life, shipwreck, and solitude ! Yes, here was verily the land of Robinson Crusoe ; here, in one of these secluded glens, stood his rustic castle ; here 1 .a - CRUSOE'S CASTLE. he fed his goats and held converse with his faithful pets ; here he found consolation in the devotion of a new friend, his true and honest man Friday ; beneath the shade of these trees he unfolded the mysteries of Divine Provi- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 27 dence to the simple savage, and proved to the world that there is no position in life which may not be en- dured by a patient spirit and an abiding confidence in the goodness and mercy of God. Pardon the fondness with which I linger upon these recollections, reader, for. I was one who had fought for poor Robinson in my boyish days as the greatest hero that ever breathed the breath of life ; who had always, even to man's estate, secretly cherished in my heart the belief that Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, and all the warriors of antiquity were commonplace persons com- pared with him ; that Napoleon Bonaparte, the Duke of Wellington, Colonel Johnson, Tecumseh, and all the noted statesmen and warriors of modern times, were not to be mentioned in the same day with so extraordinary a man; I, who had always regarded him as the most truthful and the very sublimest of adventurers, was now the entranced beholder of his abiding place — walking, breathing, thinking, and seeing on the very spot ! There was no fancy about it — not the least ; it was a palpable" reality! Talk of gold ! Why, I tell you, my dear friends, all the gold of California was not worth the ecstatic bliss of that moment! j$t* &&S OEUSOE AT HOME. 28 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. CHAPTER IV. CONDITION OF THE ISLAND IN 1849. We first went up to a bluff", about half a mile from the boat-landing, where we spent an hour in exploring the ruins of the fortifications built by the Chilians in 1707. There W'as nothing left but the foundation and a portion of the ramparts of the principal fort, partly imbedded in banks of clay, and neatly covered with moss and weeds. It was originally strongly built of large stones, which were cast down in every direction by the terrible earth- quake of 1835; and now all that remained perfect was the front wall of the main rampart and the groundwork of the fort. Not far from these ruins we found the con- vict cells, which we explored to some extent. These cells ai-e dug into the brow of a hill, facing the harbor, and extend underground to the distance of sev- eral hundred feet, in the form of passages and vaults, re- sembling somewhat the Catacombs of Rome. During CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 29 the penal settlement established here by the Chilian gov- ernment, the convicts, numbering sometimes many hund- reds, were confined in these gloomy dungeons, where they were subjected to the most barbarous treatment. The gates or doors by which the entrances were secured had all been torn down and destroyed, and the excava- tions were now occupied by wild goats, bats, toads, and different sorts of vermin. Rank fern hung upon the sides ; overhead was dripping with a cold and deathlike sweat, and slimy drops coursed down the weeds, and the air was damp and chilly ; thick darkness was within in the depths beyond — darkness that no wandering gleam from the light of day ever reached, for heaven never smiled upon those dreary abodes of sin and sorrow. A few of Jhe inner dungeons, for the worst criminals, were dug still deeper underground, and rough stairways of earth led down into them, which were shut out from the upper vaults by strong doors. The size of these lower dungeons was not more than five or six feet in length by four or five in height, from which some idea may be formed of the sufferings endured by the poor wretches confined in them, shut out from the light of heaven, load- ed with heavy irons, crushed down by dank and impen- etrable walls of earth, starved and beaten by their cruel guards, with no living soul to pity them in their woe, no hope of release save in death. We saw, by the aid of a torch, deep holes scratched in one of the walls, bear- ing the impression of human fingers. It might have been that some unhappy murderer, goaded to madness by such cruel tortures of body and terrible anguish of mind as drive men to tear even their own flesh when buried be- fore the vital spark is extinct, had grasped out the earth in his desperation, and left the marks in his death ago- nies upon the clay that entombed him, to tell what no human heart but his had suffered there, no human ear had heard, no human eye had witnessed. The deep, startling echo breaking upon the heavy air, as we sound- ed the walls, seemed yet to mingle with his curses, and 30 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. its last sepulchral throb was like the dying moan of the maniac. Some time before the great earthquake, which de- stroyed the fortifications and broke up the penal colony, a gang of convicts, amounting to three hundred, succeed- ed in liberating themselves from their cells. Unable, to CONVICT CELLS. endure the cruelties inflicted upon them, they broke loose from their chains, and, rushing upon the guards, murdered the greater part of them, and finally seized the garrison. For several days they held complete possession of the island. A whale-ship, belonging to Nantucket, happen- ing to come in at the time for wood and water, they seized the captain, and compelled him to take on board as many of them as the vessel could contain. About two hundred were put on board. They then threatened the captain and officers with instant death in case of any fail- ure to land them on the coast of Peru, whither they de- termined to go in order to escape the vengeance of the Chilian government. Desirous of getting rid of them as soon as possible, the captain of the whaler ran over for the first land on the coast of Chili, where he put them ashore, leaving them ignorant of their position until they were unable to regain the vessel. They soon discovered that they were only thirty miles from Valparaiso; but, short as the distance was from the Chilian authorities, they evaded all attempts to capture them, and eventually CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 31 joined the Peruvian army, which was then advancing upon Santiago. The remainder of the prisoners left upon the island escaped in different vessels, and were scattered over various parts of the world. Only a few of the en- tire number engaged in the massacre were ever captured; sentence of death was passed upon them, and they were shot in the public plaza of Santiago. Turning our steps toward the settlement of the pres- ent residents, we passed a few hours very agreeably in rambling about among their rustic abodes. The total number of inhabitants at this period (1849) is sixteen, consisting of William Pearce, an American, and four or five Chilian men, with their wives and children. No oth- ers have lived permanently upon the island for several years. There are in all some six or seveu huts, pleasantly surrounded by shrubbery, and well supplied with water CHILIAN HUTS. from a spring. These habitations are built of the straw of wild oats, interwoven through wattles or long sticks, and thatched with the same, and, whether from design or accident, are extremely picturesque. The roofs pro- ject so as to form an agreeable shade all round ; the doorways are covered in by a sort of projecting porch, in the style of the French cottages along the valley of 32 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. the Seine ; small out-houses, erected upon posts, are scat- tered about each inclosure ; and an air of repose and free- dom from worldly care pervades the whole place, though the construction of the houses and mode of living are evidently of the most primitive kind. Seen through the green shrubberies that abound in every direction, the bright yellow of the cottages, and the smoke curling up in the still air, have a very cheerful eifect ; and the prat- tling voices of the children, mingled with the lively bleat- ing of the kids, and the various pleasant "sounds of do- mestic life, might well lead one to think that the seclusion of these islanders from the busy world is not without its charms. Small patches of ground, fenced with rude stone walls and brushwood, are attached to each of these prim- itive abodes ; and rustic gateways, overrun with wild and luxuriant vines, open in front. Very little attention, how- ever, appears to be bestowed upon the cultivation of the soil ; but it looks rich and productive, and might be made to yield abundant crops by a trifling expenditure of la- bor. The Chilians have never been distinguished for in- dustry ; nor is there any evidence here that they depart from their usual philosophy in taking the world easy. Even the American seemed to have caught the prevail- ing lethargy, and to be content with as little as possible. Vegetables of various kinds grow abundantly wherever the seeds are thrown, among which I noticed excellent radishes, turnips, beets, cabbages, and onions. Potatoes of a very good quality, though not large, are grown in small quantities ; and, regarding the natural productive- ness of the earth, there seemed to be no reason why they should not be cultivated in sufficient quantities to supply the demands of vessels touching for supplies, and thereby made a profitable source of revenue to the settlers. The grass and wild oats grow in wonderful luxuriance in all the open spaces, and require little attention ; and such is the genial character of the climate, that the cattle, of which there seems to be no lack, find ample food to keep them in crood condition both in winter and summer. Fig- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 33 trees, bearing excellent figs, and vines of various sorts, flourish luxuriantly on the hill-sides. Of fruits there is quite an abundance in the early part of autumn. The peaches were just out of season when we arrived, but we obtained a few which had been peeled and dried in the sun, and we found them large and of excellent flavor. Many of the valleys abound in natural orchards, which have sprung from the seeds planted there by the early voyagers, especially by Lord Anson, who appeared to have taken more interest in the cultivation and settle- ment of the island than any previous navigator. The disasters experienced by the vessels of this distinguished adventurer in doubling Cape Horn caused him to make Juan Fernandez a rendezvous for the recruiting of his disabled seamen, and for many months he devoted his attention to the production of such vegetables and fruits as he found useful in promoting their recovery ; and hav- ing likewise in view the misfortunes and necessities of those who might come after him, he caused to be scat- tered over the island large quantities of seeds, so that, by their increase, abundance and variety of refreshments might be had by all future voyagers. He also left ashore many different sorts of domestic animals, "in order that they might propagate and become general throughout the island, for the benefit of shipwrecked mariners, ves- sels in distress for provisions, and colonists who might hereafter form a settlement there. The philanthropy and moral greatness of these benevolent acts, from which the author could expect to derive little or no advantage dur- ing life, can not be too highly commended. If posthu- mous gratitude can be regarded as a reward, LorclAnson has a just claim to it. How many lives have Seen saved ; how many weather-worn mariners, bowed down with disease, have been renewed in health and strength ; how many unhappy castaways have found food abundantly "where all they could expect was a lingering death, and have been sustained in their exile, and restored at last to their friends and kindred, through the unselfish benevo- lo 2 34 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. lence of this brave and kind-hearted navigator, no writ- ten record exists to tell ; but there are records graven upon the hearts of men that are read by an omniscient eye — a history of good deeds and their reward, more elo- quent than human hand hath written. Besides peaches, quinces, and other fruits common in temperate climates, there is a species of palm called Chu- ta, which produces a fruit of a very rich flavor. Among the different varieties of trees are corkwood, sandal, myr- tle, and pimento. The soil in some of the valleys on the north side is wonderfully rich, owing to deposits of burnt earth and decayed vegetable matter washed down from the mountains. There is but little level ground on the island ; and although the area of tillable soil is small, yet by the culture of vineyards on the hill-sides, the grazing of sheep and goats on the mountain steeps, and the proper cultivation of the arable valleys, a population of several thousand might subsist comfortably. Pearce, the Amer- ican, who had thoroughly explored every part of the island, told me he had no doubt three or four thousand people could subsist here without any supply of provis- ions from other countries. A ready traffic could be es- tablished with vessels passing that way, by means of which potatoes, fruits, and other refreshments could be bartered for groceries and clothing. Herds of wild cat- tle now roam over these beautiful valleys ; fine horses may be seen prancing about in gangs, with all the free- dom of the mustang ; goats in numerous flocks abound among the cliffs ; pigeons and other game are abundant ; and wild dogs are continually prowling around the set- tlement. The few inhabitants at present on the island subsist chiefly upon fish, vegetables, and goat-flesh, of which they have an ample supply. Boat-loads of the finest cod, rockfish, cullet, lobsters, and lamprey eels can be caught in a few hours all around the shores of Cumberland Bay, and doubtless as plentifully in the other bays. Nothing more is necessary than merely the trouble of hauling CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 35 them out of the water. We fished only for a short time, and nearly filled our boat with the fattest fish I ever saw. Had I not tested myself a fact told me by some of the passengers of the Brooklyn regarding the abundance of the smaller sorts offish, I could never have believed it — that they will nibble at one's hand if it be put in the wa- ter alongside the boat, and a slight ripple made to at- tract their attention. This is a remarkable truth, which can be attested by any person who has visited these shores and made the experiment. There is no place among the cliffs where goats may not be seen at all times during the day. They live and propagate in the caves, and find sufficient browsing throughout the year in the clefts of the rocks. Lord Anson mentions that some of his hunting parties killed goats which had their ears slit, and they thought it more than probable that these were the very same goats marked by Alexander Selkirk thirty years before ; so that it is not unlikely there still exist some of the direct descendants of the herds domesticated by the original Crusoe. The resi- dents of Cumberland Bay have about their huts a con- siderable number of these animals, tamed, for their milk. When they wish for a supply of goat-flesh or skins (for they often kill them merely for their skins), they go in a body to Goat Island, where they surround the goats and drive them over a cliff into the sea. As soon as they have driven over a sufficient number they take to their boat again, and catch them in the water. Some of them they bring home alive, and keep them till they require fresh meat. Nor are these people destitute of the rarer luxuries of life. By furnishing whale-ships that touch for supplies of water and vegetables with such produc- tions as they can gather up, they obtain in exchange cof- fee, ship-bread, flour, and clothing ; and lately they have been doing a good business in rowing the passengers ashore from the California vessels, and selling them goat- skins and various sorts of curiosities. They also charge a small duty for keeping the spring of water clear and 36 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. the boat-landing free from obstructions, and sometimes obtain a trifle in the way of port charges, in virtue of some pretended authority from the government of Chili. The shores of Juan Fernandez abound in many differ- ent kinds of marine animals, among which the chief are seals and walruses. Formerly sealing vessels made it an object to touch for the purpose of capturing them, but of late years they have become rather scarce, and at present few, if any, vessels visit the island for that pur- pose. WALKU8, OK SEA LION. Situated in the latitude of 33° 40' S., and longitude 19° W., the climate is temperate and salubrious — never sub- ject to extremes either of heat or cold. In the valleys fronting north, the temperature seldom falls below 50° Fahr. in the coldest season. Open at all times to the pleasant breezes from the ocean, without malaria or any thing to produce disease, beautifully diversified in scen- ery, and susceptible of being made a convenient stop- ping-place for vessels bound to the great northwestern continent, it would be difficult to find a more desirable place for a colony of intelligent and industrious people, who would cultivate the land, build good houses, and turn to advantage all the gifts of Providence which have been bestowed upon the island. The only material drawback is the want of a large and commodious harbor, in which vessels could be hauled up CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 37 for repairs. This island could never answer any other purpose than that of a casual stopping-place for vessels in want of refreshments, and for this it seems peculiarly adapted. The principal harbors are Port English, on the south side, visited by Lord Anson in 1741 ; Port Juan, on the Avest; and Cumberland Bay, on the north side. The latter is the best, and is most generally visited, in consequence of being on the fertile side of the island, where water also is most easily obtained. None of them afford a very secure anchorage, the bottom being deep and rocky ; and vessels close to the shore are exposed to sudden and violent flaws from the mountains, and the danger of being driven on the rocks by gales from the ocean. In Cumberland Bay, however, there are places where vessels can ride in safety, by choosing a position suitable to the prevailing winds of the season. The chart and soundings made by Lord Anson will be found useful to navigators who design stopping at Juan Fer- nandez. CHAPTER V. robinson crusoe's cave. Our next expedition was to Robinson Crusoe's Cave. How it obtained that name I am unable to say. The people ashore spoke of it confidently as the place where a seafaring man had lived for many years alone ; and I believe most mariners who have visited the island have fixed upon that spot as the actual abode of Alexander Selkirk. There are two ways of getting to the cave from the regular boat-landing ; one over a high chain of I cliffs, intervening between Crusoe's Valley, or the valley of the cave, and the Chilian huts near the landing; the other by water. The route by land is somewhat diffi- cult ; it requires half a day to perform it, and there is danger of being dashed to pieces by the loose earth giv- 38 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. ing way. In many parts of the island the surface of the cliffs is composed entirely of masses of burnt clay, which upon the slightest touch are apt to roll down, carrying every thing with them. Numerous cases are related by the early voyagers of accidents to seamen and others, in climbing over these treacherous heights. The distance by water is only two miles, and by passing along under the brow of the cliffs a very vivid idea may be had of their strange and romantic formation. We had our guns with us, which we did not fail to use whenever there was an opportunity ; but the game, consisting principally of wild goats, kept so far out of reach on the dizzy heights, that they passed through the ordeal in perfect safety. Some of us wanted to go by land and shoot them from above, thinking the bullets would carry farther when fired downward than they seemed to carry when fired from below. The rest of the party had so little confi- dence in our skill that they dissuaded us from the at- tempt, on the pretense that the ship might heave in sight while we were absent. A pleasant row of half an hour brought us to the little cove in Crusoe's Valley. The only landing-place is upon an abrupt bank of rocks, and the surf breaking in at this part of the shore rather heavily, we had to run the boat up in regular beach-comber style. Riding in on the back of a heavy sea, we sprang out as soon as the boat struck, and held our ground, when, by watching our chance for another good sea, we ran her clear out of the water, and made her fast to a big rock for fear she might be carried away. About two hundred yards from where we land- ed we found the cave. It lies in a volcanic mass of rock, forming the bluff or termination of a rugged ridge, and looks as if it might be the doorway into the ruins of some grand old castle. The height of the entrance is about fifteen feet, and the distance back into the extremity twenty-five or thirty. It varies in width from ten or twelve to eighteen feet. Within the mouth the sui'face is of reddish rock, with CRUSOE'S ISLAND 39 CRUSOE 8 CAVE. holes or pockets dug into the sides, which it is probable were used for cupboards by the original occupant. There were likewise large spike-nails driven into the rock, upon which we thought it likely clothing, guns, and household utensils might have been hung even at as remote a date as the time of Selkirk, for they were very rusty, and bore evidence of having been driven into the rock along time ago. A sort of stone oven, with a sunken place for fire underneath, was partly visible in the back part of the cave, so that by digging away the earth we uncovered it, and made out the purpose for which it was built. There was a darkish line, about a foot wide, reaching up to the roof of the cave, which, by removing the surface a little, we discovered to be produced originally by smoke, cemented in some sort by a drip that still moistened the wall, and this Ave found came through a hole in the top, which we concluded was the original chimney, now cov- ered over with deposits of earth and leaves from the mountain above. In rooting about the fireplace, so as to get away the loose rubbish that lay over it, one of our 40 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. party brought to light an earthen vessel, broken a little on one side, but otherwise perfect. It was about eight inches in diameter at the rim, and an inch or two small- er at the bottom, and had some rough marks upon the outside, which we were unable to decipher, on account of the clay which covered it. Afterward we took it out and washed it in a spring near by, when we contrived to decipher one letter and a part of another, with a portion of the date. The rest unfortunately was on the piece which had been broken off, and which we were unable to find, although we searched a long time ; foi', as may be supposed, we felt curious to know if it was the handi- work of Alexander Selkirk. For my own part, I had but little doubt that this was really one of the earthen pots made by his own hands, and the reason I thought so was that the parts of the letters and date which we deciphei'ed corresponded with his name and the date of his residence, and likewise because it was evident that it must have been imbedded in the ground out of which we dug it long beyond the memory of any living man. I was so convinced of this, and so interested in the dis- covery, that I made a rough drawing of it on the spot, of which I have since been very glad, inasmuch as it was accidentally dropped out of the boat afterward and lost in the sea. A RELIC OP OK08OB. We searched in vain for other relics of the kind, but all we could find were a few rusty pieces of iron and CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 41 some old nails. The sides of the cave, as also the top, had marks scattered over them of different kinds, doubt- less made there in some idle moment by human hands ; but we were unable to make out that any of them had a meaning beyond the unconscious expression of those vague and wandering thoughts which must have passed occasionally through the mind of the solitary mariner who dwelt in this lonely place. They may have been symbolical of the troubled and fluctuating character of his religious feelings before he became a confirmed be- liever in the wisdom and mercy of Divine Providence, which unhappy state of mind he often refers to in the course of his narrative. CRUSOE S DEVOTIONS. This cave is now occupied only by wild goats and bats, and had not been visited, perhaps, by any human being, until recently, more than once or twice in half a century, and then probably only by some deserter from a whale-ship, who preferred solitude and the risk of starv- ation to the cruelty of a brutish captain. In front of the cave, sloping down to the sea-side, is a plain covered with long rank grass, wild oats, radishes, Aveeds of various kinds, and a few small peach-trees. The latter we supposed were of the stock planted in the island 42 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. by Lord Anson. From the interior of the cave we looked out over the tangled mass of shrubs, wild flowers, and waving grass in front, and saw that the sea was covered with foam, and the surf beat against the point beyond the cove, and flew up in the air to a prodigious height in white clouds of spray. Large birds wheeled about over the rocky heights, sometimes diving suddenly into the water, from which they rose again flecked with foam, and, soaring upward in the sunlight, their wings seemed to sparkle with jewels out of the ocean. Following the curve of the horizon, the view is suddenly cut off by a huge cliff" of lava that rises directly out of the water to the height of twelve or fifteen hundred feet. It forms an abrupt precipice in front, and joins a range of rugged cliffs behind, which all abound in wonderful ledges over- looking the depths below, dark and lonesome caverns, and sharp pinnacles piercing the clonds in every direc- tion. Goat-paths wind around them in places apparently inaccessible, and we saw herds of goats running swiftly along the dizzy heights overhanging the sea, where we almost fancied the birds of the air would fear to fly ; they bounded over the frightful fissures in the rocks, and clung to the walls of cliffs with wonderful agility and tenacity of foot, and sometimes they were so high up that they looked hardly bigger than rabbits, and we thought it im- possible that they could be goats. THE VALLEY WITH THE CAVE AND CLIFF. Looking back into the A^alley, we beheld mountains stretching up to a hundred different peaks, the sides CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 43 covered with woods and fields of golden-colored oats, and the ravines fringed with green banks of grass and wild flowers of every hue. A stream of pure spring wa- ter rippled down over the rocks, and wound through the centre of the valley, breaking out at intervals into bright cascades, which glimmered freshly in the warm rays of the sun ; its margins were fringed with rich grass and fragrant flowers, and groves of myrtle overhung the little lakelets that were made in its course, and seemed to lin- ger there like mirrored beauties spell-bound. Ridges of amber-colored earth, mingled with rugged and moss-cov- ered lava, sloped down from the mountains on every side and converged into the valley, as if attracted by its ro- mantic beauties. Immense masses of rock, cast off* from the towering cliffs by some dread convulsion of the ele- ments, had fallen from the heights, and now lay nestling in the very bosom of the valley, enamored with its charms. Even the birds of the air seemed spell-bound within this enchanted circle ; their songs were low and soft, and I fancied they hung in the air with a kind of rapture when they rose out of their sylvan homes, and looked down at all the wondrous beauties that lay outspread beneath them. - Some of us scattered off into the woods of myrtle, or lay down by the spring in the pleasant shade of the trees, and bathed our faces and drank of the cool water ; oth- ers went up the hill-sides in search of peaches, or gath- ered seeds and specimens of wild flowers to carry home. Too happy in the change, after our gloomy passage round Cape Horn, I rambled up the valley alone, and dreamed glowing day-dreams of Robinson Crusoe. Of all the islands of the sea, this had ever been the paradise of my boyish fancy. Even later in life, when some hard expe- rience before the mast had worn off a good deal of the romance of sea-life, I could never think of Juan Fernan- dez without a strong desire to be shipwrecked there, and spend the remainder of my days dressed in goatskins, rambling about the cliffs, and hunting wild goats. It 44 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. DREAM-LAND (JEUSOB. was a very imprudent desire, to be sure, not at all sensi- ble ; but I am now making a confession of facts rather out of the common order, and for which it would be use- less to offer any excuse. Pleasant scenes of my early life rose up before me now with all their original fresh- ness. How well I remembered the first time I read the surprising adventures of Robinson Crusoe ! It was in the country, where I had never learned the worldly wis- dom of the rising generation in cities. Indeed, I had never seen a city, and only knew by hearsay that such wonderful places existed. My father, after an absence of some weeks, returned with an illustrated volume of Crusoe, bound in cream-colored muslin (how plainly I could see that book now!), which he gave me, with a smiling admonition not to commence reading it for two or three years, by which time he hoped I would be old enough to understand it. That very night I was in a new world — a world all strange and fascinating, yet to me as real as the world around me. How I devoured each enchanting page, and sighed to think of ever get- ting through such a delightful history. It was the first CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 45 FAIRY COVE. book beyond mere fairy tales (which I had almost begun to doubt), the first narrative descriptive of real life that I had ever read. Such a thing as a doubt as to its entire truthfulness never entered my head. I lingered over it Avith the most intense and credulous interest, and long after parental- authority had compelled me to give it up for the night, my whole soul was filled with a confusion of novel and delightful sensations. Before daylight I was up again ; I could not read in the dark, but I could open the magic book and smell the leaves fresh from the press ; and before the type was visible I could trace out the figures in the prints, and gaze in breathless wonder upon the wild man in the goatskins. The big tears stood in my eyes when I was through ; 46 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. but I found consolation in reading it again and again ; in picturing out a thousand things that perhaps De Foe never dreamt of; and each night when I went to bed I earnestly prayed to God that I might some day or other be cast upon a desolate island, and live to become as won- derful a man as Robinson Crusoe. Yet, not content with that, I devoted all my leisure hours to making knife-cases, caps, and shot-pouches out of rabbit-skins, in the faint hope that it would hasten the blissful disaster. Years passed away ; I lived on the banks of the Ohio ; I had been upon the ocean. Still a boy in years, and more so perhaps in feeling, the dream was not ended. I gathered up drift-wood, and built a hut among the rocks ; whole days I lay there thinking of that island in the fai*-off seas. A piece of tarred plank from some steam-boat had a sweeter scent to me than the most odorous flower; for, as I lay smelling it by the hour, it brought up such ex- quisite visions of shipwreck as never before, perhaps, so charmed the fancy of a dreaming youth. Well I remem- bered, too, the favored few that I let into the secret ; how we went every afternoon to a sand-bar, and called it Cru- soe's Island ; how I was Robinson Crusoe, and the friend of my heart Fi-iday, whom I caused to be painted from head to foot with black mud, as also the rest of my KKSOTJE OP FRIDAY. CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 47 friends ; and then the battles we had ; the devouring of the dead men ; the horrible dances, and chasing into the water ; and, above all, the rescue of my beloved Friday — how vividly I saw those scenes again ! Years passed on ; I was a sailor before the mast. Alas ! what a sad reality ! I saw men flogged like beasts ; I saw cruelty, hardship, disease, death in their worst forms ; so much I saw that I was glad to take the place of a wan- dering outcast upon the shores of a sickly island ten thousand miles from home, to escape the horrors of that life. Yet the dream was not ended. Bright and beau- tiful as ever seemed to me that little world upon the seas, where dwelt in solitude the shipwrecked mariner. In the vicissitudes of fortune, I was again a wanderer ; im- pelled by that vision of island-life which for seventeen years had never ceased to haunt me, I cast all upon the hazard of a die — escaped in an open boat through the perils of a storm, and now — where was I ? What pleas- ant sadness was it that weighed upon my heart ? Was all this a dream of youth ; was it here to end, never more to give one gleam of joy; Avas the happy credulity, the freshness, the enthusiasm of boyhood gone forever? Could it be that this was not Crusoe's Valley at last — this spot, which I had often seen in fancy from the banks of the Ohio, dim in the mist of seas that lay between ? Did I really wander through it, or was it still a dream ? And where was the king of the island ; the hero of my boyish fancy; he who had delighted me with the narrative of his romantic career, as man had never done before, as all the pleasures of life have never done since ; where was the genial, the earnest, the adventurous Rob- inson Crusoe ? Could it be that there was no " mortal mixture of earth's mould in him ;" that he was barely the simple mariner Alexander Selkirk ? No ! no ! Rob- inson Crusoe himself had wandered through these very groves of myrtle ; he had quenched his thirst in the spring that bubbled through the moss at my feet; had slept during the glare of noon in the shade of those overhang- 48 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. ing grottoes ; had dreamed his day-dreams in these se- cluded glens. CRUSOE ASLEEP. Here, too, Friday had followed his master ; the simple, childlike Friday, the most devoted of servants, the gen- tlest of savages, the faithfullest of men ! Blessing on thee, Robinson, how I have admired thy prolific genius; how I have loved thee for thine honest truthfulness ! And blessings on thee, Friday, how my young heart hath warmed toward thee ! how I have laughed at thy scald- ed fingers, and wept lest the savages should take thee away from me ! * * * CHAPTER VI. THE VALLEY ON FIRE. There was a sudden rustling in the bushes. " Hallo, there !" shouted a voice. I looked round and beheld a fellow-passenger, a strange, eccentric man, who was seldom known to laugh, and whose chief pleasure consisted in reducing every thing to the practical stand- ard of common sense. He was deeper than would ap- pear at first sight, and not a bad sort of person at heart, but a little wayward and desponding in his views of life. " You'll catch cold," said he ; " nothing gives a cold so quick as sitting on the damp ground." CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 49 " True," said I, smiling; " but recollect the romance of the thing." " Romance," rejoined the sad man, " won't cure a cold. I never knew it to cure one in my life." " Well, I suppose you're right. Every body is right who believes in nothing but reality. The hewer of wood and the drawer of water gets more credit in the world for good sense than the unhappy genius who affords pleasure to thousands." " So he ought — he's a much more useful man." " Granted ; we won't dispute so well-established a tru- ism. Now let us cut a few walking-sticks to carry home. It will please our friends to find that we thought of them in this outlandish part of the world." " To be sure ; if you like. But you'll never carry them home. No, sir, you can't do it. You'll lose them before you get half way to America." " No matter — they cost nothing. Lend me your knife, and we'll try the experiment, at all events." I then cut a number of walking-sticks and tied them up in a bundle. And here, while the warning of the doubter is fresh in my mind, let me mention the fate of these much-valued relics. I cut four beautiful sticks of myrtle, every one of which I lost before I reached Cali- fornia, though I was very careful where I kept them — so careful, indeed, that I hid them away on board the ship and never could find them again. On our way back to the cave, as we emerged from the grove, I was astonished to see the entire valley in a blaze of fire. It raged and crackled up the sides of the mount- ains, blazing wildly and filling the whole sky with smoke. The beautiful valley upon which I had gazed with such delight a few hours before, seemed destined to be laid waste by some fierce and unconquerable destroyer, that devoured trees, shrubs, and flowers in its desolating ca- reer. The roar of the mad rushing flames, the seething tongues of fire shooting out from the bowers of shrub- bery, the whirling smoke sweeping upward around the C 50 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. jiinnacles of rock, tbe angry sea dimly seen through the chaos, and the sharp screaming of the sea-birds and dis- mal howling of the wild dogs, impressed me with a ter- rible picture of desolation. It seemed as if some dread- ful convulsion of nature had burst forth soon to cover the island with seething lava or ingulf it in the ocean. " What can it be ?" said I. " Isn't it a grand sight ? Perhaps a volcano has broken out. Surely it must be some awful visitation of Providence. It wouldn't be comfortable, however, to be broiled in lava, so I think the sooner we get down to the boats the bettei - ." " There's no hurry," said my friend ; " it's nothing but the Californians down at the cave. I told them before I left that they'd set fire to the grass if they kept piling the brush up in that way. Now you see they've done it." " Yes, I see they have ; and a tolerably big fire they've made of it too." I almost forgave them the wanton act of Vandalism, so sublime was the scene. It was worth a voyage round Cape Horn to see it. " Plenty of it," muttered the sad man, " to cook all the food that can be raised in these diggings. I wouldn't give an acre of ground in Illinois for the w r hole island. I only wish they'd burn it up while they're at it — if it be an island at all, which I ain't quite sure of yet." THE CALIFORNIANS IN JUAN FERNANDEZ. We reached the cave by rushing through the flames. When we arrived hear the mouth, I was amused to find about twenty long-bearded Californians, dressed in red shirts, with leather belts round their bodies, garnished with knives and pistols, and picks in their hands, with which they were digging into the walls of Selkirk's cas- tle in search of curiosities. Their guns were stacked up outside, and several of the party were engaged in cook- ing fish and boiling coffee. They had battered away at the sides, top, and bottom of the cave in their eager CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 51 search for relics, till they had left scarcely a dozen square feet of the original surface. Every man had literally his pocket full of rocks. It was a curious sight, here in this solitary island, scarcely known to mariners save as the resort of pirates, deserters, and buccaneers, and chiefly to the reading world at home as the land of Robinson Crusoe, to see these adventurous Americans in their red shirts, lounging about the veritable castle of the " wild llii. CAHF0UNIAN8 IN JUAN FERNANDEZ. man in the goatskins," digging out the walls, smoking cigars, whittling sticks, and talking in plain English about California and the election of General Taylor. Some of them even went so far as to propose a " prospecting" expedition through Crusoe's Valley in search of gold, while others got up a warm debate on the subject of an- nexation — the annexation of Juan Fernandez. One long, lank, slab-sided fellow, with a leathern sort of face, and two copious streams of tobacco-juice running down from the corners of his mouth, was leaning on his pick outside the cave, spreading forth his sentiments for the benefit of the group of gentlemen who were cooking the fish. " I tell you, feller-citizens," said he, aroused into some- thing like prophetic enthusiasm as the subject warmed upon his mind, " I tell you it's manifest destiny. Joo-nn 52 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. Fernandays is bound by all the rights of con-san-guity to be a part of the great Ree-public of Free States. Gen- tlemen, I'm a destiny-man myself; I go the whole figure, sir ; yes, sir, I'm none of your old Hunkers. I go for Joo-an Fernandays and California, and any other small patches of airth that may be laying around the vicinity. We want 'em all, gentlemen ; we want 'em for our whale- ships and the yeomanry of our country ! (cheers.) We'll buy 'em from the Spaniards, sir, with our gold; if Ave can't buy 'em sir, by hokey ! we'll take 'em, sir ! (Re- newed cheers.) I ask you, gentlemen — I appeal to your feelins as feller-citizens of thee greatest concatenation of states on tliee face of God's airth, are you the men that'll refuse to fight for your country ? (Cheers, and cries of No, no, we ain't the men ; hurra for Joo-an Fernandays !) Then, by Jupiter, sir, we'll have it ! We'll have it as sure as the Star of Empire shines like the bright Loo- min-ary of Destiny in the broad Panoply of Heaven (and more especially in the western section of it). We'll have it, sir, as sure as that redolent and inspiring Loominary beckons us on, sir, like a dazzling joo-el on the pre-moni- tary finger of Hope ; and the glorious Stars and Stripes, feller-citizens, shall wave proudly in the zephyrs of futu- rity over the exalted peaks of Joo-an Fernandays !" (Tremendous sensation, during which the orator takes a fresh chew of tobacco, and sits down.) As soon as the party of annexationists perceived us, they called out to us to heave to, and make ourselves at home. " Come on, gentlemen, come on ! No ceremony. We're all Americans ! this is a free country. Here's fish ! here's bread ! here's coffee ! Help yourselves, gen- tlemen ! This is a great country, gentlemen — a great country !" Of course we fell to work upon the fish, which was a splendid cod, and the bread and the coffee too, and very palatable we found them all, and exceed- ingly jolly and entertaining the " gentlemen from the Brooklyn." These lively individuals had made the most of their time in the way of enjoying themselves ashore. CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 53 About a week before our arrival they gave a grand par- ty in honor of the American nation in general. It was in rather a novel sort of place, to be sure, but none the worse for that — one of the large caves near the boat- landing. On this eventful occasion they " scared up," as they alleged, sundry delicacies from home, such as pre- served meats, pound-cake, Champagne, and wines of vari- ous sorts, and out of their number they produced a full band of music. They also, by clearing the earth and beating it down, made a very good place for dancing, and they had waltzes, polkas, and cotillons, in perfect ballroom style. It was rather a novel entertainment, take it altogether, in the solitudes of Juan Fernandez. I have forgotten whether the four Chilian ladies of the island attended ; if they did not, it was certainly not for want of an invitation. The American Crusoe was there, no longer monarch of all he surveyed. Poor fellow, his reign was over. The Californians were the sovereigns now. After our snack with the Brooklynites, we joined our comrades down on the beach. They had shot at a great many wild goats, without hitting any, of course. The rest of the afternoon we spent in catching fish for supper. 54 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. CHAPTER VII. the' cave of the buccaneers. It now began to grow late, and we thought it best to look about us for some place where we could sleep. Cap- tain Richardson very kindly offered us the use of his cab- in, but he was crowded with passengers, and we preferred staying ashore. There was something novel in sleeping ashore, but neither novelty nor comfort in a vessel with a hundred and eighty Californians on board. Brigham and a few others took our boat, and went over near the old fort to search out a camping-ground, while the rest of the party and myself started off with the captain to explore a grotto. We had a couple of sailors to row us, which helped to make the trip rather pleasant. Turning a point of rocks, we steered directly into the mouth of the grotto, and ran in some forty or fifty feet, till nearly lost in darkness. It was a very wild and rug- ged place — a fit abode for the buccaneers. The cliff into which the cave runs is composed of great rocks, covered on top with a soil of red, burned earth. The swell of the sea broke upon the base with a loud roar, and the surf, rolling inward into the depths of the grotto, made a deep reverberation, like the dashing of water under a bridge. There was some difficulty in ef- fecting a landing among these subterranean rocks, which were round and slippeiy. The water was very deep, and abounded in seaweed. On gaining a dry place, we found the interior quite lofty and spacious, and tending upward into the very bowels of the mountain. Some said there was a way out clear up in the middle of the island. Overhead it was hung with stalactites, some of which were of great size and wonderful formation. Abraham and myself climbed up in the dark about a hundred feet, CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 55 where we entirely lost sight of the mouth, and could hardly see an inch before us. As we turned back and began to descend, our friends down below looked like gigantic monsters standing in the rays of light near the entrance. I broke off some pieces of rock and put them in my pocket, as tokens of my visit to this strange place. On reaching the boat again, we found a group of our comrades seated around a natural basin in the rocks, re- galing themselves on bread and water. The water, I think, was the clearest and best I ever tasted. It trick- led down from the top of the cave, and fell into the basin with a most refreshing sound. I drank a pint gobletful, and found it uncommonly cool and pure. Nothing more remaining to be seen, we started oif for the boat-landing, near the huts, where we parted with our friend the cap- tain, and then, it being somewhat late, we went in search of our party. CHAPTER VIII. LODGINGS UNDER GROUND. When we arrived on the ground selected by Brigham and the others, we found that they had made but little progress in cutting wood for the posts, and much re- mained to be done before we could get up the tent. Heavy clouds hung over the tops of the mountains ; the surf moaned dismally upon the rocks ; big drops of rain began to strike us through the gusts of wind that swept down over the cliffs, and there was every prospect of a wet and stormy night. It was now quite dark. After some talk, we thought it best to abandon our plan of sleeping under the sail. Finally, we agreed to go in search of a cave under the brow of a neighboring cliff. We had seen it during the day, and although a very un- promising place, we thought it would serve to protect us against the rain. We therefore took our oars and sail 56 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. upon our shoulders, together with what few weapons of defense we had, and stumbled about in the dark for some time, till we had the good fortune to find the mouth of the cave. In the course of a few minutes we struck a light by a lucky chance, and then looked in. There seemed to be no bottom to it, and, so far as we could perceive, neither sides nor top. Certainly there was not a living soul about the premises to deny us admission ; so we crept down, as we thought, into the bowels of the earth, and, seeing nobody there, took possession of our lodgings, such as they were. It was a damp and gloomy place enough, reeking with mould, and smelling very strong of strange animals. The rocks hung gaping over our heads, as if ready to fall down upon us at the mere sound of our voices; the ground was covered with dirty straw, left there proba- bly by some deserters from a whale-ship, and all around the sides were full of holes, which we supposed from the smell must be inhabited by foxes, rats, and perhaps snakes, though we were afterward told there were no reptiles on the island. We soon found that there were plenty of spiders and fleas in the straw. The ground being damp, we spread our sail over it, in order to make a sort of bed ; and, being in a measure protected by a clump of bushes placed in the entrance by the previous occupants to keep out the wind and rain, we did not al- together despair of passing a tolerably comfortable night. For a while there was not much said by any body ; we w r ere all busy looking about us. Some were looking at the rocks overhead ; some into the holes, where they thought there might be wild animals ; and myself and a few others were trying to light a fire in the back part of the cave. It smoked so that we had to give it up at last, for it well-nigh stifled the whole party. By this time, being all tired, we lay down, and had some talk about Robinson Crusoe. " If he lived in such holes as this," said one, " I don't think he had much sleep." CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 51 "No," muttered another, "that sort of thing reads a good deal better than it feels ; hut there's no telling how a man may get used to it. Eels get used to being skin- ned, and I've heard of a horse that lived on five straws a day." " For my part," adds a third, " I like it : there's ro- mance about it — and convenience too, in some respects. For the matter of clothing, a man could wear goatskins. Tailors never dunned Robinson Crusoe. It goes a great way toward making a man happy to be independent of fashion. Being dunned makes a man miserable." "Yes, it makes him travel a long way sometimes," sighs another, thoughtfully. " I'd be willing to live here a few years to get rid of society. What a glorious thing it must be to have nothing to do but hunt wild goats ! Robinson had a jolly time of it ; no accounts to make out, no office-hours to keep, nobody to call him to account every morning for being ten minutes too late, in conse- quence of a frolic. Talking about frolics, he wasn't tempted with liquor, or bad company either; he chose his own company : he had his parrot, his goats, his man Friday — all steady sort of fellows, with no nonsense about them. I'll venture to say they never drank any thing stronger than water." CBUSOE AMU 1118 OOMBADI B. C2 58 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. " No," adds another, gloomily, " it isn't likely they ap- plied ' hot and rebellious liquors to their blood.' But a man. who lives alone has no occasion to drink. He has no love affairs on hand to drive him to it." " Nor a scolding wife. I've known men to go all the way to California to get rid of a woman's tongue." There was a pause here, as most of the talkers began to drop off to sleep. " Gentlemen," said somebody in the party, who had been listening attentively to the conversation, "I don't believe a single word of it. I don't believe there ever was such a man as Robinson Crusoe in the world. I don't believe there ever was such a man as Friday. In my opinion, the whole thing is a lie, from beginning to end. I consider Robinson Crusoe a humbug !" " Who says it's all a lie ?" cried several voices, fierce- ly ; " who calls Robinson Crusoe a humbug ?" " That is to say," replied the culprit, modifying the re- mark, " I don't think the history is altogether true. Such a person might have lived here, but he added something on when he told his story. He knew very well his man Friday, or his dogs and parrots were not going to expose his falsehoods." " Pooh ! you don't believe in any thing ; you never did believe in any thing since you were born. Perhaps you don't believe in that. Are you quite sure you are here yourself?" " Well, to be candid, when I look about me and see what a queer sort of a place it is, I don't feel quite sure ; there's room for doubt." " Doubt, sir ! doubt ? Do you doubt Friday ? Do you think there's room for doubt in him ?" "Possibly there may have been such a man. I say there may have been ; I wouldn't swear to it." " Fudge, sir ! fudge ! The fact is, you make yourself ridiculous. You are troubled with dyspepsia." " I am rayther dyspeptic, gentlemen, rayther so. I hope you'll excuse me, but I can't exactly say I believe CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 59 in Crusoe. It ain't ray fault — the belief ain't naturally in me." Upon which, having made this acknowledgment, we let him alone, and he turned over and went to sleep. We now pricked up our lamp, and prepai'ed to follow his example, when a question arose as to the propriety of standing watches during the night — a precaution thought necessary by some in consequence of the treach- erous character of the Spaniards. There were eleven of us, which would allow one hour to each person. For my part, I thought there was not much danger, and proposed letting every man who felt uneasy stand watches for him- self. We had labored without rest for thirty-six hours, and I was willing to trust to Providence for safety, and make the most of our time for sleeping. A majority be- ing of the same opinion, the plan of standing watches was abandoned; and having loaded our two guns, we placed them in a convenient position commanding the mouth of the cave. I got the harpoon and stood it up near me, for I had made up my mind to fasten on to the first Spaniard that came within reach. ATTACK OF THE ROBBERS. Scarcely had we closed our eyes and fallen into a rest- less cloze, when a nervous gentleman in the party rose up on his hands and knees, and cautiously uttered these words : " Friends, don't you think we'd better put out the light. The Spaniards may be armed, and if they come here, the lamp will show them where we are, and they'll be sure to take aim at our heads." " Sure enough," whispered two or three at once, " we didn't think of that ; they can't see us in the dark, however, unless they have eyes like cats. Let us put out the light, by all means." So with that we were about to put out the light, when the man who had doubts in regard to Robinson Crusoe rose up on his hands and knees likewise, and said, 60 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. " Hold on ! I think you'd better not do that. It ain't policy. I don't believe in it myself." " Confound it, sir," cried half a dozen voices, angrily, "you don't believe in any thing. What's the reason you don't believe in it, eh ? What's the reason, sir ?" " Well, I'll tell you why. Because, if you put out the light, we can't see where to shoot. Likely as not we'd shoot one another. If I feel certain of any thing, it is, that I'd be the first man shot ; it's my luck. I know I'd be a dead man before morning." There was something in this suggestion not to be laughed at. The most indignant of us felt the full force of it. To shoot our enemies in self-defense seemed rea- sonable enough, but to shoot any of our own party, even the man who doubted Robinson Crusoe, would be a very serious calamity. At last, after a good deal of talk, we compromised the matter by putting the lamp under an old hat with a hole in the top. This done, we tried to go to sleep. Brio;ham went to the mouth of the cave about mid- night to take an observation. He was armed with one of the guns. " What's that ?" said he, sharply ; " I hear something ! Gentlemen, I hear something ! Hallo ! who goes there ?" There was no answer. Nothing could be heard but the moaning of the surf down on the beach. "A Spaniard ! by heavens, a Spaniard ! I'll shoot him — I'll shoot him through the head !" " Don't fire, Brigham," said I, for I wanted a chance to fasten on with the harpoon ; " wait till he comes up, and ask him what he wants." "Ahoy there! What do you want ? Answer quick, or I'll shoot you ! Speak, or you're a dead man !" All hands were now in commotion. We rushed to the mouth of the cave in a body, determined to defend ourselves to the last extremity. " Gentlemen," cried Brigham, a little confused, " it's a goat ! I see him now, in the rays of the moon ; a live CRUSOE'S ISLAND. Gl goat, coming down the cliff. Shall I kill him for break- fast ?" " Wait," said I, " till he comes a little closer ; I'll bend on to him with the harpoon." " You'd better let him alone," said the Doubter, in a sepulchral voice. " Likely as not it's a tame goat or a chicken belonging to the American down there." "A tame devil, sir! How do you suppose they could keep tame goats in such a place as this. Your remark concerning the chicken is beneath contempt !" " Well, I don't know why. Tain't my nature to take an entire goat without proof. I thought it might be a chicken." " Then you'd better go and satisfy yourself, if you're not afraid." The Doubter did so. He walked a few steps toward the object, so as to get sight of its outline, and then re- turned, saying, " That thing there isn't a goat at all — neyther is it a chicken." " What is it, then ?" " Nothing but a bush." "What makes it move ?" "The wind, I suppose. I don't know what else could make it move, for it ain't got the first principle of animal life in it. Bushes don't walk about of nights any more than they do in the daytime. I never did believe in it from the beginning, and I told you so, but you wouldn't listen to me." We said nothing in reply to this, but returned into the cave and lay down again upon the sail. 62 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. CHAPTER IX. COOKING FISH. Most of the party were snoring in about ten minutes. For myself, I found it impossible to sleep soundly. The gloomy walls of rock, the strange and romantic situation into Which chance had thrown me, the remembrance of what I had read of this island in early youth, the dismal moaning of the surf down on the beach, all contributed to confuse my mind. An hour or two before daylight, I was completely chilled through by the dampness of the ground, and entirely beyond sleep. I heard some voices outside, and got up to see who was talking. Lest it might be the Spaniards, I took the harpoon with me. At the mouth of one of the convict- cells near by I found four of my comrades, who, unable to pass the time any other way, had lit a fire and were baking some fish. They had dug a hole in the ground, which they lined with flat stones, so as to form a kind of oven ; this they heated with coals. Then they wrap- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 63 ped up a large fish in some leaves, and put it in ; and by covering the top over with fire, the fish was very nicely baked. I think I never tasted any thing more delicate or better flavored. We had an abundant meal, which we relished exceedingly. The smoke troubled us a good deal ; but, by telling stories of shipwreck, and wonder- ing what our friends at home would think if they could see us here cooking fish, we contrived to pass an hour or so very pleasantly. I then went back into the cave, and turned in once more upon the sail. Of course, after eating fish at so unusual an hour, I had a confusion of bad dreams. Perhaps they were vis- ions. In this age of spiritual visitations, it is not alto- gether unlikely the spirits of the island got possession of me. At all events, I saw Robinson Crusoe dressed in goatskins, and felt him breathe, as plainly as I see this paper and feel this pen. How could I heljD it ? for I act- ually thought it was myself that had been shipwrecked ; that I was the very original Crusoe, and no other but the original ; and I fancied that Abraham had turned black, and was running about with a rag tied round his waist, and I called him my man Friday, and fully believed him to be Friday. Sometimes I opened my eyes and looked round the dismal cavern, and clenched my fists, and hummed an old air of former times to try if Robinson had become totally savage in his nature ; but it was all the same, there was no getting rid of the illusion. The dawn of day came. No ship was in sight. The sea was white with foam, and gulls were soaring about over the rock-bound shores. I walked down to a spring and bathed my head, which was hot and feverish for want of rest. Bright and early we started off" on a goat-hunt among the mountains. Several passengers from the Brooklyn, well provided with guns, joined the party, and the en- thusiasm was general. It had been my greatest desire, from the first sight of the island, to ascend a high peak between the harbor and Crusoe's Valley, and by follow- 64 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. ing the ridge from that point, to explore as far as prac- ticable the interior. For this purpose, I selected as a companion my friend Abraham, in whose enthusiastic spirit and powers of endurance I had great confidence. He was heartily pleased to join me; so, buckling up our belts, Ave branched off from the party, who by this time were peppering away at the wild goats. We were soon well up on the mountain. Another adventurer joined us before we reached the firct elevation ; but he was so ex- hausted by the effort, and so unfavorably impressed by the frightful appearance "of the precipices all round, that he was forced to abandon the expedition and return into the valley. We speedily lost sight of him, as he crept down among the declivities. The side of the mountain which we were ascending was steep and smooth, and was covered with a growth CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 65 of long grass and wild oats, which made it very hard to keep the goat-paths ; and all about us, except where these snake-like traces lay, was as smooth and sloping as the roof of a house. There was one part of the mountain that sloped down in an almost perpendicular line to the verge of the cliff overhanging the sea, where the abrupt fall was more than a thousand feet, lined with sharp crags. This fearful precipice rose like a wall of solid rock out of the sea, and there was a continual roar of surf at its base. There was no way of getting up any higher without scaling the slope above, which, as I said before, was covered with long grass and oats, that lay upon it like the thatch of a house ; and the rain which had fall- en during the previous night now made it very smooth. I looked at it, I must confess, with something like dismay, thinking how we were to climb over such a steep place without slipping down over the cliff; when I beheld Abraham, of whom I had lost sight for a time, toiling upward upon it like a huge bear. His outline against the sky reminded me especially of a bear of the grizzly species. I saw that he clung to the roots of the grass with his hands, and dug his toes into the soft earth to keep from sliding back, in case his hold should give way. Committing myself to Providence, I started after him by a shorter cut, grasping hold of the grass by the roots as I went. Every few perches, I stopped to search for a strong bunch of grass, for there was nothing else to hold on by. Some of it was so loose that it gave way as soon as I laid hold of it, and I came near going for want of something to balance me. Six inches of a slide would have sent me twirling over the cliff into the raging surf a thousand feet below. Once, impressed with the terri- ble idea that I was slipping, I stopped short, and my heart beat till.it shook me all over. It was only by lying- flat down and seizing the roots of the grass with both hands, while I dug my toes into the sod, that I retained my pi'esence of mind. Indeed, at this place, having turned to look back, I was so struck with horror at the 66 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. frail tenure upon which my life depended, that I turned partly blind, and a rushing noise whirled through my brain at the thought that I should be no longer able to retain my grasp. If for one moment I lost my con- sciousness and let go my hold of the grass, I would sure- ly be lost ; there was no hope ; I must be dashed over the precipice, and go spinning through a thousand feet of space till I struck the rocks below, or was buried in the surf. I lay panting for breath, while every muscle quivered as if it would shake loose my grasp. In the space of five minutes I thought more of death than I had ever thought before. Was this to be my end after all ? What would they say on board the ship when I was dead ? What would be the distress of my friends and kindred at home when they heard how my mangled body was picked up in the surf, and buried ujjon this lone- ly rock-bound island? A thousand thoughts flashed through my brain in succession. Even the happy days of my youth rose up before me now, but the vision was sadly mingled with errors and follies that could never be retrieved. Believing my time had come, I looked up- ward in my agony, and beheld Abraham, scarcely twen- ty yards in advance, lying down in the same position, with hands stretched out and dug into the roots of the grass. " Abraham," said I, " this is terrible !" " Yes," said he, " a foretaste of death, if nothing worse." " But how in the world are we to get out of it ?" " I don't know — there seems to be no hope ; we can't go back again, that's an absolute certainty. In my opin- ion, we'll have to stay here till somebody comes for us, which doesn't seem a likely chance just now." A good rest, however", having inspired us with fresh courage, we resolved upon pushing on. There was a narrow ledge about a hundred yards above us; if we could reach that, we would be safe for the present. By great exertion we got a little above the place where we CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 67 had lain down ; and, the sod beginning to give way as before, we threw ourselves on our faces again, and rested a while. In this way, hanging, as it were, between life and death, we at last reached the ledge. Here we flung ourselves on the solid rock, quite exhausted. Abraham was a brave man, but he now lay gasping for breath, as pale as a ghost. I suppose I looked about the same, for, to tell the honest truth, I was well-nigh scared out of my senses. Certainly all the gold of Ophir could not have induced me to go through the same ordeal again. There was still above us, about five hundred feet high- er, a point or pyramid of volcanic rock, that stood out over tire sea in a slanting direction. It was the highest peak in the neighborhood of the coast, and was called the Nipple. We had done nothing yet compared with the ascent of that peak. Both of us looked toward it, and smiled. " Shall we try it ?" said Abraham. " No," said I, " we never could get up there ; it would be perfect folly to try." " I think not, Luff; it isn't so smooth as the ])lace we have just climbed over. Don't you see there are rocks to hold on to ?" " Yes, but they look as if they'd give way. However, if you say so, we'll make the attempt." With this, we each drew a long breath, and com- menced climbing up the rocks. Sometimes we dug our fingers into the crevices and lifted ourselves up, and sometimes we wound around ledges less than a foot wide, overhanging deep chasms, and were forced to cling to the rough points that jutted out in order to keep our balance. Flocks of pigeons flew startled from their nests, and whirled past us, as if affrighted at the intrusion of man. Herds of wild goats dashed by us also, and ran bleating down into the rugged defiles, where they looked like so many insects. The wind whistled mournfully against the sharp crags, and swept against us in such fierce and sudden gusts that we were sometimes obliged 68 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. to stop and cling to the rocks with all our might to keep from being blown off. At last we reached the base of the Nipple. This was the wildest place of all. Above us stood the dizzy peak, like the turret of a ruined castle, overlooking the surf at a height of nearly two thousand feet. We now lay down again, breathing hard, and a good deal exhausted. When partly recovered, I looked over the edge toward Crusoe's Valley. It was the grandest sight I ever beheld ; rugged cliffs and winding ridges hundreds of feet below ; a green valley embow- ered in shrubbery nestling beneath the heights, all calm and smiling in the warm sunshine ; slopes of woodland stretching up in the ravines ; a line of white spray from the surf all along the shores, and the boundless ocean outspread in one vast sweep beyond. " I'll tell you what it is, Luff," said Abraham, " this may be all very fine, but I don't want to try it again." " Nor I either, Abraham. Isn't it awful climbing ?" "Yes, awful enough ; but we must get on the top of that old castle there." " To be sure," said I, rather doubtfully. " Of course, Abraham ; we ought to climb that as a sort of climax. It will make an excellent climax either to ourselves or the adventure." Saying this, I walked a few steps from the place where we were lying down, to see if there was any way of scal- ing the Nipple. It appeared to be a huge pile of loose rocks ready to fall to pieces upon being touched. It was about a hundred feet high, and nearly perpendicular all round. There was no part that seemed to me at all accessible. Even the first part or foundation could not be readied without passing over a sharp ridge, steep at both sides, and entirely destitute of vegetation. I was not quite mad enough to undertake such a thing as this without the least hope of success. " No, Abraham," said I, " we can't do it. I see no way of getting up there." " Let me take a look," said Abraham, who was always CRUSOE'S ISLAND. GO fertile in discoveries. "I think I see a place that we can climb over, so as to get on that horseback sort of a ridge, and the rest of the way may be easier than we suppose." He then walked a few steps round a ledge of crumbling- rock, and I soon saw him climbing up where it seemed as if there was no possible way of holding on. I actually began to think there was something supernatural in his hands and feet ; yet I felt an indescribable dread that he would fall at last. For a while I was in perfect agony ; each moment I expected to see him roll headlong over the cliff. Presently I lost sight of him altogether. I thought he had lost his balance, and was dashed to atoms below! Seized with horror, I sat down and groaned aloud. Again I rose and ran to the edge of the cliff, shouting wildly in the faint hope that he was not yet lost. There was no answer but the wail of the winds and the moaning of the surf. While I looked from the depths to the fearful height above, I saw his head rise iliitAHAM ON T11K PEAK. 70 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. slowly and cautiously over the top of the Nipple ; then his body, and then, with a wild shout of triumph, he stood waving his hat on the summit ! There he stood, a man of stalwart frame, now no big- ger than a dwarf against the sky ! I saw him point toward the horizon, and, looking in the direction of his finger, perceived the Anteus about twenty miles off under short sail. He remained but a few minutes in this perilous posi- tion, as I supposed on account of the wind, which was now very strong. On his return, being unable to get down on the same side, he was forced to creep backward over the ridge, and lower himself by fixing his hands in the crevices to the ledge over the sea, from which he made his way round to the starting-point. When he reached the spot where I stood, he sat down, breathing hard, and looking very pale. " Luff," said he, " don't go up there. It shook under me like a tree. Every flaw of wind made it sway as if it would topple over." " Why," said I, " after scaring me out of my wits, it isn't exactly fair to deprive me of some satisfaction." " Don't do it, Luff; I warn you as a friend ! It ought to be satisfaction enough to find me here safe and sound, after such a climb as that." " No, Abraham, I must do it ; because when we re- turn to the ship, don't you see what an advantage you'll have over me ?" " Only in being the greater fool." " Then there must be two fools, to make us even. It would hardly be friendly to let you be the only one; so here goes, Abraham. In case I tumble over, give my love to all at home, and tell them I died like a Trojan." All this was folly, to be sure ; but how could I help it ? how could I bear the thought of hearing Abraham talk about having scaled the Nipple, while I was ingloriouly groaning for him down below ? It would mortify me to the very soul. CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 71 Following now the same path that Abraham had taken, I was soon on top of the first elevation ; for, be- ing lighter and more active, though not so strong, I had rather the advantage in climbing. Here I wound round by a different way, so as to reach the ridge that led over the chasm. It was about the width of a horse's back, sloping down abruptly on each side. The distance was not over twenty feet, which I gained by straddling the ridge and working along by my hands. The descent on each side was, as before stated, nearly two thousand feet. I need not say it was the most terrible ride I ever had. Indeed, when I think of it now, it brings up strange and thrilling sensations. How I got over the final peak, I can hardly tell ; it seems as if I must have been drunk with excitement, and reached the summit by one of those mysterious chances of fortune which not unfrequently favor men whose minds are in a morbid state. When I looked down on the waters of the bay, I saw the Brooklyn still at anchor. She looked like some big insect floating on its back, with its legs in the air and little insects running about all over it. I staid up on the top of the Nipple only a few minutes. The view on every side was sublime beyond all the powers of lan- guage ; but a gust of wind coming, the frail pinnacle of lava upon which I stood swayed, as Abraham had told me ; and, fearing it would tumble over, I hurried down the best way I could. CHAPTER X. RAMBLE INTO THE INTERIOR. Finding by the sun that it was yet early in the day, we resolved, after resting awhile, to push on as far as w r e could go into the interior. The prospect was perfectly enchanting. Winding ridges and deep gorges lay be- fore us as we looked back from the ocean : and cool 72 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. glens, shaded with myrtle, and open fields of grass in the soft haze below, and springs bubbling over the rocks with a pleasant music ; all varied, all rich and tempting. Away we darted over the rocks, shouting with glee, so irresistible was the feeling of freedom after our dreary ship-life, and so inspiring the freshness of the air and the wondrous beauty of the scenery. The ridge upon which our path lay was barely wide enough for a foothold. It was composed of loose stones and crumbling pieces of clay. The precipice on the right was nearly perpen- dicular; on the left craggy peaks reared their grizzled heads from masses of dark green shrubbery, like the tur- rets of ancient castles shaken to ruin by the tempests of ages. Sometimes we had to get down on our hands and knees, and creep over the narrow goat-paths for twenty or thirty feet, holding on by the roots and shrubs that grew in the crevices of the rocks, and at intervals force ourselves through jungles of bushes so closely inter- woven that for half an hour we could scarcely gain a hundred yards. About three miles back from the sea- coast, having labored hard to reach a high point over- looking one of the interior valleys, we were stopped by an abrupt rampart of rocks. Here we had to look about us, and consider a long time how we were to get over it. We now began to suffer all the tortures of thirst after our perilous adventure on the Nipple, and our sub- sequent struggle through the bushes and along the ridge. There was no sign of a spring any where near ; the cliffs w-jre bleached with the wind, and not so much as a drop . of water could be found in any of the hollows that had been washed in the rocks by the rain. In this extremity we sat down on a bank of moss, ready to die of thirst, and began to think we would have to return without getting a sight of the valley on the other side of the cliff, when I observed a curious plant close by, nearly cover- ed with great bowl-shaped leaves. " Abraham," said I, " may be there's water there !" " May be there is," said Abraham ; " let us look." CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 73 We jumped up and ran over to where the strange plant was. and there we beheld the leaves half full of fine clear water ! " There ! what do you think of that, Abraham ? Isn't it refreshing ? You see it requires a person like me to find fresh water on the top of a mountain where there are no springs." " Yes, yes," quoth Abraham, slowly, " but may be it's poison." " Sure enough — may be it is ! I didn't think of that," said I, very much startled at the idea of drinking poison. " Suppose you drink some and try. If it doesn't do you any harm, I'll drink some myself in about half an hour." " Well, I Avould like a good drink," said Abraham, thoughtfully; "there's no denying that. But it always goes better when I have a friend to join me. I'll tell you what I'll do, Luff". You take one bowl and I'll take another, and we'll sit down here and call it whisky punch, and both drink at the same time." " Very good," said I, " that's a fair bargain. Come on, Abraham." So Ave cut the stems of tAVo large leaves, containing each about a pint of water, and sat down on a rock. " Your health," said I, raising my boAvl ; " long life and happiness to you, Abraham !" " Thank you," said Abraham ; " the same to you !" "Why don't you drink?" I asked, seeing that my friend kept looking at me without touching the contents > of the bowl. " I'm going to drink presently." "Drink away, then !" " Here goes !" But it Avas not " here goes," for he still kept looking at me Avithout drinking. " Well," said I, impatiently, " what are you afraid of?" " I'm not afraid," cried Abraham, " but I don't see you drinking." " Nonsense, man ! I'm Avaiting for you !" D 74 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. " Go ahead, then." " Go ahead." Here there was a long pause, and we watched each other with great attention. At last, entirely out of pa- tience, I lowered my bowl and said, " Abraham, do you want me to poison myself?" "No, I don't," said Abraham ; "I'd be very sorry for it." " Then why did you propose that we should drink this poison together ? for I verily believe it must be poison, or it wouldn't look so tempting." " Because you wanted me to drink it first." " Did I ? Give me your hand, Abraham ; I forgot that." Whereupon we shook hands, and agreed to con- sider it not whisky punch, but poison, and drink none at all. Our thirst increasing to a painful degree, we were about to retrace our steps, when I observed a little bird perch himself upon the edge of a leaf not far off, and Till; TROGON. CKUSOE'S ISLAND. 75 commence drinking from the hollow. I told Abraham to look. " Sure enough," said he, " birds don't di-ink whisky punch." " No," said I, " God Almighty never made a bird or a four-legged beast yet that would naturally drink punch or any other kind of poison. It must be water, and good water too, for birds have more sense than men about what they drink. So here goes, whether you join or not." " And here goes too !" cried Abraham ; and we both, without hesitating any longer, emptied our bowls to the bottom ; and so pure and delicious was the water that we emptied half a dozen leavesful more, and never felt a bit afraid that it would hurt us ; for we knew then that God had made these cups of living green, and filled them with water fresh from the heavens for the good of His creatures. CHAPTER XI. THE VALLEY OF ENCHANTMENT. Thus refreshed, we set to work boldly, and, by dint of hard climbing, reached the top of the cliff*. It was the highest point on the island next to the Peak of Yonka. We looked over the edge and down into a lovely valley covered with grass. Wooded ravines sloped into it on every side, and streams wound through it hedged with bushes, and all around us the air was filled with a sweet scent of wild flowers. In that secluded valley, so sel- dom trodden by the foot of man, we saw how much of beauty lay yet unrevealed upon earth ; and our souls were filled with an abiding happiness : for time might dim the mortal eye ; the freshness of youth might pass away ; all the bright promises of life might leave us in the future ; but there was a resting-place there for the 76 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. memory ; an impression, made by the Divine hand with- in, that could never fade ; a glimpse in our earthly pil- grimage of that promised land where there is harmony without end — beauty without blemish — joy beyond all that man hath conceived. Nothing was here of that stern and inhospitable char- acter that marked the rock-bound shores of the island. CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 77 A soft haze hung over the valley ; a happy quiet reigned in the perfumed air ; the breath of heaven touched gen- tly the flowers that bloomed upon the sod ; all was fresh and fair, and full of romantic beauty. Yet there was life in the repose ; abundance within the maze of heights that encircled the dreamy solitude. Fields of wild oats waved with changing colors on the hill-sides ; green meadows swept around the bases of the mountains ; rich and fragrant shrubs bloomed wherever we looked ; fair flowers and running vines hung over the brows of the rocks, crowning them as with a garland ; and springs burst out from the cool earth and fell in white mist down into the groves of myrtle below, and were lost in the shade. Nowhere was there a trace of man's intrusion. Wild horses, snuffing the air, dashed out into the valley in all the joyousness of their freedom, flinging back their manes and tossing their heads proudly ; and when they beheld us, they started suddenly, and fled up the mount- ains beyond. Herds of goats ran along the rugged de- clivities below us, looking scarcely bigger than rabbits ; and birds of bright and beautiful plumage flew close around our heads, and lit upon the trees. It was a fan- scene, untouched by profaning hands ; fair and solitary, and lovely in its solitude as the happy valley of Rasselas. CHAPTER XII. A STRANGE DISCOVERY. While I was trying to make a sketch of this Valley of Enchantment, as Ave called it, Abraham was peering over the cliff, and looking about in every direction in search of some ruin or relic of habitation. He was not naturally of a romantic turn, but he had a keen eye for every thing strange and out of the way, and an insatiable thirst for the discovery of natural curiosities. Already his pockets were full of roots and pieces of rock ; and it 78 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. was only by the utmost persuasion that I could prevent him from carrying a lump of lava that must have weigh- ed twenty pounds. Without any cause, so far as I could see, he began stamping upon the ground, and then, pick- ing up a big stone, he rolled it over the edge of the cliff, and eagerly peeped after it, holding both hands to his ears as if to listen. " What's that, Abraham ?" said I ; " you are certainly losing your wits." " I knew it ! I knew it !" he cried, greatly excited ; " it's perfectly hollow. There's a natural castle iu it !" " Where ? in your head ?" " No, in the cliff here ; it's all hollow — a regular old castle ! Come on ! come on, Luff! We're bound to ex- plore it. May be we'll rake up something worth seeing yet !" Saying which, he bounded down a narrow ledge on the left, and I, as a matter of course, followed. Our path was not the most secure, winding as it did over an abyss some hundreds of feet in a direct fall ; but our previous experience enabled us to spring over the rocks with wonderful agility, and work our way down the more difficult passes in a manner that would have done credit to animals with four legs. Portions of the earth formed a kind of narrow stairway, so distinct and regu- lar that we almost thought it must be of artificial con- struction. In about ten minutes we reached a broad ledge underneath the brow of the cliff. Turning our backs to the precipice, we saw a spacious cavity in the rocks, shaped a good deal like an immense Gothic door- way, all overhung with vines and wild fern. "I knew it!" cried Abraham, enthusiastically. "A regular old castle, by all that's wonderful! Crusoe's cave is nothing to it! Just see what a splendid en- trance ; what ancient tuiTets ; what glorious old walls of solid rock!" " Verily, it does look like a castle," said I. " We must call it the Castle of Abraham, in honor of the discov- erer." CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 79 " Yes, but it strikes me there may be another discov- erer already. Look at these marks on the rock !" " True enough ; goats never make marks like these !" Near the mouth or entrance of the grotto, traced in black lines, evidently with a burnt stick, we saw a num- ber of curious designs, so defaced by the dripping of wa- ter from above that we were unable for some time to make out that they had any meaning. At length, by carefully following the darkest parts, we got some clew to the principal objects intended to be represented, which were very clumsily drawn, as if by an unskillful hand. There was a figure of a man, lying upon a horizontal line, with his face turned upward ; the limbs were twisted and broken, and the expression of the features was that of extreme agony ; the eyes were closed, the back of the head crushed in, the mouth partly open, and the tongue hanging out. One hand grasped a jagged rock, the other a knife with a part of the blade broken off. Close by, with its head upon his feet, was the skeleton of a strange animal, so rudely sketched that we could hardly tell whether it was intended for a goat or not. It had the horns of a goat, but the eyes, turning upward in their sockets, looked like those of a child that had died some horrible death. Waving lines were drawn some dis- tance off, as representing the sea in a storm ; a large ship under sail was standing off in the foam from a j>ile of rocks that rose out of the sea like a desolate island. The body of a man could be seen under the waves, struggling toward the ship ; a shark was tearing the flesh from his legs, and the hands were thrown up wild- ly over the water. Underneath the whole were several rude sketches of human hearts, pierced through with knives. A hand pointed upward at the figure first de- scribed. It had a ring on the foi-efinger ; the tendons of the wrist hung down, as if wrenched from the arm by some instrument of torture. Around these strange de- signs were numerous others, representing the heads of eagles ; a famished wolf, gnawing its own flesh ; and the SO CRUSOE'S ISLAND. corpses of two children, strangled with a rope ; besides other rude sketches of which we could make nothing ; and, indeed, some of these already mentioned were so in- distinct, that Ave were forced to depend a good deal on conjecture in order to come to any conclusion in regard to what they were intended to represent ; so that I have given but a vague idea, at best, of the whole thing. "There's something strange about this," said Abra- ham, trembling all over ; " something more than we may like to see. Let us go into the cave, and try if we can solve the mystery." " I don't think there's much mystery about it," said I ; " evidently some sailor who ran away from a ship has occupied this as a hiding-place ; these strange designs he has doubtless made in some idle hour, to represent scenes in his own life. The fellow had a bad conscience — he has left the mark of it here." " He may have left more than that," said Abraham, seriously; "he may have fallen from one of these rocks, and lain here for days, helpless and dying: in the agonies of thirst, driven delirious by fever, he tried, perhaps, to tell by these signs how he died. If I'm not mistaken, we'll find some farther clew to this affair Avithin there. Let us see, at all events." We then went into the cave, and looked around us as far as the light reached. It was very lofty and spacious, and made a short turn at tfe* back part, so that all be- yond was quite wrapt in darkness. Weeds hung in crevices of the dank walls of rock ; a few footprints of animals were marked in the ground, some slimy tracks were made over the rocks by snails, and these, together with a dull sound of the flapping of wings made by a number of bats that hung overhead, had a very gloomy effect. However, seeing nothing else in the front part of the cave, we groped our way back into the dark pas- sage at the end, and followed it up till Ave reached a sort of natural stainvay leading into an upper chamber. For some time we hesitated about going up here, thinking CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 81 there might be a hole or break in the rocks through which by mischance we might fall, and be cast down into some vault or fissure underneath. After a while our eyes got a little used to the darkness, and we thought we could discern the chamber a few steps above into which this stairway led ; so we crept up cautiously, feel- ing our way as we went, and as soon as we found that the ground was level Ave stood upon our feet, and per- ceived, from the height above lis, and the vacancy all around, that we were in a spacious apartment of the cav- ern. There still being some danger of falling through, as we discerned by the hollow sound made by our feet, we only went a short distance beyond the entrance, when we stopped still on account of the darkness, which was now quite inrpenetrable. "A queer place!" said Abraham; "very like one of the piratical retreats you read about in novels." " Very, indeed, and quite as unlike reality," said I ; " it doesn't seem to be inhabited by pirates now, though, or any thing else except bats. I wish we had a torch, Abraham, for I vow I can't see an inch before me." " That's not a bad idea," said Abraham ; " I think I have a match in my pocket, but it won't do to run the risk of missing fire here. Wait a bit, Luff; I'll go back to the mouth of the cave, and rake up somejbrush-wood. We'll have some light on the subject presently — if the match don't miss fire." Abraham then crept back the way we came, as I sup- posed, for I could see nothing in any direction, and only heard a dull echo around the walls of rock, growing fainter and fainter, till all I was sensible of was the flit- ting of some bats by my head, and the breath passing through my nostrils. To tell the honest truth, I felt some very queer sensations steal over me upon finding myself all alone in this dark hole, unable to see so much as my hand within an inch of my eyes, and not knowing but the first thing I felt might be a snake or tarentula creeping up my leo;s, or the bite of some monstrous bat. D2 82 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. I waited with great impatience, without daring to move, lest I should miss the way back and fall through the earth ; for in the confusion of my thoughts I had lost all knowledge of the direction of the entrance, and this very thing, perhaps, caused me to magnify the time as it elapsed. It seemed to me that Abraham would never return, he staid away so long, and this brought up some strange and startling thoughts. Suppose, in his search for the brush-wood, he had slipped off the ledge in front of the cave ? Suppose he had lost his footing in the dark passage on the way out, and fallen into some un- fathomable depth below ? Suppose a gang of wild dogs, driven to desperation by hunger, had seized him, and were now, with all their wolfish instincts, tearing him to pieces ? The more I thought, the more vague and ter- rible became my conjectures ; till, no longer able to en- dure the torture of suspense, I shouted his name with all my might. There was no answer but the startling echoes of my own voice, which seemed to mock me in a thousand different directions. I shouted again, and again there was the same fearful reverberation of voices, grow- ing fainter and fainter till they seemed to die upon the air, like the passing away of hope. I now began to peer through the darkness in all directions, with the inten- tion of retracing my steps should I discover any indi- cation of the entrance by which to direct my course. At first it appeared as if the darkness was of the same density all round, but gradually, as I strained my eyes, I thought I perceived a faint glimmer of light, and thither I cautiously made my way, groping about with my hands as I advanced. In a few moments I felt, by a rush of air, that I was near an opening, and the light growing stronger at the same time, I soon perceived that it led downward in a slant- ing direction, in the same way as the passage through which we had come up. I was now satisfied that there would be no farther difficulty in getting out, and having no cause to imagine that the place had changed, began CKUSOE'S ISLAND. 83 to descend as rapidly as possible. All of a sudden my feet slipped from under me, and I went flying down a sort of chute, without any power to stop myself, and so terrible was the sensation that I was perfectly speech- less, though conscious all the time. It was not long, however, this suspense, for I struck bottom almost at. the next moment, and went rolling over headlong into an open space. As soon as I looked around me, I per- ceived a cleft in the rocks, some fifteen feet above, through which there was a dim ray of light, and this, as I took it, was what had misled me. My sight being rather confused, I now began to grope around me, in order to ascertain if there were any more holes near by, when I discovered that there was straw scattered about over the ground. Instinctively I thought about the strange marks on the rocks near the mouth of the cave. Now if there should be a dead body here, or a skeleton ! What a companion in this lonely dungeon ! A cold tremor ran through me, and I actually thought that, should I accidentally touch the clammy flesh of a corpse in such a place, it would drive me mad. For a while I scarcely dared to look around, but the absolute necessity of finding some place of exit at last overcame my appre- hensions. The light from above was quite faint, as be- fore stated, but yet sufficient, upon getting used to it, to enable me to perceive that I was in a sort of chamber about fifteen feet in diameter, closed on every side ex- cept where I had so unexpectedly entered ; and I was greatly relieved to find that there was nothing on the ground but a thin layer of straw scattered about here and there, and a few pieces of wood partly burned. I lost no time in making my way into the chute again, which I found but little difficulty in ascending, for it was not so steep as I had supposed. Upon regaining the large apartment from which I had wandered, I heard the muf- fled echoes of a voice coming, as I thought, from the depths below. They soon grew louder, and I noticed a reddish light faintly shining upon the dark masses of 84 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. rock. Could it be Abraham ? Surely it must be, for I now heard my name distinctly called. "Halloo there, Luff! Where are you, Luff? Why don't you come on ?" " I'm coming," said I, making a rapid rush toward the light, " as fast as I can." " All right !" said Abraham ; " come on quick !" It was not long, as may be sujjposed, before -I was scrambling down the rough stairway of rocks by which we had originally entered the mysterious chamber ; and the next moment I was standing before Abraham in the passage, which was now no longer dark, for it was lit up with a tremendous torch of brush-wood, which he held in both hands. "Why, where in the name of sense have you been?" cried he, rather excited, as I thought ; " what have you been doing all this time ?" "Doing ?" said I ; " only exploring the cave, Abraham — hunting up curiosities for pastime." " Nonsense ! I've been calling at you for ten minutes. I didn't want to leave the torch, or I'd have gone up after you ; for I couldn't hold it and use my hands at the same time, and I thought if it went out we couldn't light it up again. Besides, I've found a treasure — a treasure, Luff, beyond all price." " What is it, Abraham — a lump of gold ?" " Pooh ! gold couldn't buy it ! A skull, sir — a human skull ! That's what I've found !" " Only a skull ? I came near finding the whole body," said I, involuntarily slmddering as I thought of the gloomy chamber with the straw in it ; " I'm quite cer- tain I'd have found the entire corpse if it had been there." "But this is a real skull, Luff. It's no subject for tri- fling. Some poor fellow has left his bones here, as I suspected." We then went out to the front of the cave. Not far from the entrance was a hole somewhat larger than a CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 85 man's body, which I had not noticed before, and into which Abraham now crept with the torch, telling me to follow. It was not long before we entered a cell or chamber large enough to stand up in, the floor of which was littered with straw. " I found it here, Luff; here in this straw — the upper part of a man's skull. Look at it." Here Abraham removed some of the straw, and there, indeed, lay the frontal part of a skull. "I found it just as it lies. I put it back exactly in IDE SKULL. the same position. I w r anted you to see how the man died — poor fellow ! a sad death he had of it all alone here." Upon this I took up the skull and examined it. The forehead was small and low, and the whole formation of the upper part of the face somewhat singular. There was not sufficient of the lower part left to tell precisely whether it was the skull of a white man or of a negro. I thought it must be that of a negro, from the size of the animal organs. Abraham, however, considered it the skull of a white man, on account of the whiteness of the bone. The torch being now burned out, we bethought our- selves of starting toward the valley of the huts, for avc had no time to indulge in melancholy reflection on what 86 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. remained of the poor sailor, or follow up the train of thought suggested by his unhappy fate. Abraham care- fully wrapped the skull in his handkerchief, and put it in a large pocket that he had in his coat, declaring, as we set out on our return to the top of the cliff, that a thou- sand dollars would not induce him to part with so rare and valuable a curiosity. CHAPTER XIII. THE STORM AjSTD ESCAPE. When we reached the summit of the cliff, and looked over once more into the enchanted valley, we could hard- ly believe that such a change as we beheld could have taken place during our absence. That scene of beauty upon which we had lingered with so much pleasure now seemed to be a moving ocean of clouds, ingulfing ev- ery visible point in its billows of mist, raging and foam- ing as it swelled up over the heights ; the wild roar of the tempest vibrating fiercely through the air — the very rocks upon which we stood trembling in the dread com- ing" of its wrath. While we gazed in silence upon the wilderness of surging billows, the whole island be- came hidden in mist ; and that happy valley, so lovely in its solitude but a brief hour before, so calm in its slum- bering beauty, so softly steeped in sunshine, was now buried in the fierce conflict of the elements. Nothing- was to be seen but an ocean of misty surf below, and a wilderness of dark clouds flying madly overhead. It seemed as if we had been suddenly cut off from the world, and left floating on a huge mass of burned rock, in a chaos of convulsed elements. On every side the impenetrable mists covered the depths, and it needed but a single step to open to us the mysteries of eternity. The storm set in upon us in fierce and sudden gusts, driving us down for safety upon the lee of the rock. N"o CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 87 longer able to stand upright, we cowered beneath the shelter which we found there, and so bided our time. From all we could judge, there was no appearance of a change for the better. As soon as there was a lull, we hurried on along the ridge, in the hope of reaching the valley of the huts before dark, for we had eaten nothing since morning, and were not prepared to spend the night in these wild mountains. After infinite climbing and toil, we came to a part of the path where there were neither trees nor bushes. It was about half a mile in length, and was exposed to the full fury of the gale. About midway we were attacked by a terrific gust of wind and deluge of rain, and it was with great difficulty we could retain our foothold. The rain swashed against us with resistless power, driving us down upon our hands and knees in its fury, while it surged and foamed over us like a white sea in a typhoon. Blinded and dizzy, we rose again and rushed on, staggering in the fierce bursts of the tempest, and gasping for breath in the deluge of spray. How we lived through it I know not ; how it was that we were not cast over into the abyss that threatened to devour us, there is but One who knows, for no eye but His was upon us. Breathless, and blinded with the scourging waters, we staggered against a large rock. Here we fell upon our knees, no longer able to contend against the tempest, and clung to the bushes that grew in its clefts, while we silently appealed to Him who holds the winds in the hollow of His hands to take pity upon us, and cast us not away in His wrath. The worst part of the path being yet before us, where we had previously found it difficult to get over in good weather, we determined upon trying the steep descent on the right, leading directly into the valley of the huts. It was almost a perfect precipice, and was bare and smooth for three hundred yards, where it ran out into a kind o£ ledge, covered with a stunted growth of trees. If we could reach the grove we would be safe ; but be- tween us lay a steep and precipitous field of loose earth, 88 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. smoothed into a bank of mud by the rains. As we had no alternative, we began the descent as cautiously as possible, thrusting our toes and fingers into the clay, and letting ourselves down by degrees for fifty or a hundred feet at a time, when we stopped a while to look below us. Such was the roar of the storm that I hardly knew whether Abraham was by me or not, when, hearing a loud shout, I looked round and beheld him flying down the precipice with the velocity of lightning. "Oh! he'll be killed !" I exclaimed ; " he'll be killed ! Oh ! what a dreadful death !" At the same moment I felt my hold give way, and I dashed after him in spite of myself, grasping madly at the loose earth, and shouting wildly for somebody to stop me. It was a fearful chase — a chase of life or death ! On we sped, upheaving the loose masses of sod, and whizzing through the tempest as we flew ; grasping desperately at every rock, tearing up the shrubs that grew in the clefts, and dashing blindly over gaping fissures that lay hidden with the grass. Great masses of burned rock went smoking down into the chaos of mist below, crashing and thundering as they fell. On, and still on, in our wild career we sped, with the vision of death flitting grimly before us ! Atoms we were in the strife of elements, whirled powerless into the dark abyss. There was a confused crash of bushes ; a stunning sensation — a sudden check — a jarring of the brain — and all was still ! I looked, and saw that I was safe. The grove was around me. Consciousness re- turned as I clung panting to the trees ; life was given yet; the vision of death fled in the mists of the tempest.* * It has already been mentioned that in many parts of the island the soil was loose, and undermined by holes, and the rock weathered almost to rottenness. Pursuing a goat once in one of these danger- ous places, the bushy brink of a precipice to which he had followed it crumbled beneath him, and he and the goat fell together from a great height. He lay stunned and senseless at the foot of the rock for a great while — not less than twenty hours, he thought, from the change of position in the sun, but the precise length of time he had no means of ascertaining. When he recovered his senses he found the goat ly- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 89 For a moment, dizzy and confused, I clung to a tree, and offered up my inward thanks to that Providence which had spared me through the fearful ordeal. Then, hearing the voice of Abraham near by to where I stood, I looked, and saw him seated upon the ground, wailing aloud as if in extreme bodily pain. Selfish wretch that I was, had I, in my thankfulness for my own safety, for- gotten the friend of my heart ! Letting go my grasp of the tree, I ran to his side, and asked in choking accents, "Abraham! oh, Abraham, are you hurt? Tell me quick — tell me, are you hurt ?" "My skull ! my skull !" groaned Abraham, in rending tones ; " oh ! Luff, my skull is broken !" " Good heavens !" I exclaimed, " what are we to do ? This is terrible ! Wretch that I am, I thought only of myself!" Abraham groaned again. His face was livid, and a small streak of blood that coursed down his right cheek told how truly he had spoken. " Abraham, my friend Abraham !" I exclaimed, in a perfect agony of distress, " perhaps it's not so bad. It may not be broken." "Yes it is," said Abraham ; " I heard it crack when I fell. My feet flew up, and I fell on my back. It must have struck a rock." " Oh, Abraham, what are we to do ? I wouldn't have had this to happen for the whole island. Here, I'll tear my shirt off and tie it up." " No, no, Luff, it can't be mended ; it's broken all to smash. I wouldn't have had it happen for a thousand dollars. It can never, never be mended !" " Leffiie see," said I, carefully laying back his hair ; " something must be done, Abraham." ing dead beside him. With great pain and difficulty he made his way to his hut, which was nearly a mile distant from the spot; ami for three days he lay on his bed enduring much suffering. No per- manent injury, however, had been done him, and he was soon able to go abroad again. — [Life of Alexander Selkirk.] go CRUSOE'S ISLAND. " No, no — nothings can be done ; the trouble's not there, Luff; it's here — here, in my pocket!" At the same time, while I started back in a perfect maze of con- fusion, Abraham thrust his hand into his coat pocket, and brought forth a whole handful of thin flat bones, fbroken into small pieces, which he held out with a rue- ful face, groaning again as he looked at them. " No, no, it can't be mended, Luff." " The devil !" said I, angrily, " you may thank your stars it isn't any worse than that !" " Worse ! worse !" cried Abraham, highly excited ; " what do you mean ? In the name of common sense, isn't that bad enough ? How could it be any worse ?" " Pshaw ! Abraham ; I thought, when I heard your lamentations, and saw that scratch of a bush on your face, that your own natural cranium was fractured." " Well, what if you did ?" cried Abraham, still irri- tated. " Would you call that worse ? A live skull will grow together, but a dead one won't. And this — this, with such a history to it — to lose this, after all my trouble in finding it — oh, Luff, Luff", it's too bad !" However, having no farther time to spare over his ruined skull, he put back the bones in his pocket, and, with a heavy sigh, joined me as I sprang down through the grove. The rest of our descent was comparatively easy. When we got down to the head of the valley, a muddy stream broke wildly over the rocks, carrying down with it the branches and leaves of trees, and roaring fearfully as it rushed on toward the ocean. We followed this in its rapid descent, and were soon with our friea^ at the boat-landing. CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 91 CHAPTER XIV. THE AMERICAN CRUSOE. The third night closed, leaving us still upon the island. Who could tell if the vessel would be in sight by morn- ing? Should the gale continue, it was not improbable that she would be driven far to the leeward, and per- haps compelled to give up the search for us entirely. Ships had not unfrequently been in sight of the island for weeks, as we afterward learned, and yet unable to make an anchorage, in consequence of baffling winds and heavy gales. It might turn out to be no joke, after all, this wild exhibition. To be Crusoes by inclination was one thing, by compulsion another. We were determined not to spend another night in the cave ; that was out of the question. There was not one of us who wanted to enjoy the romance of that place again. No better alternative remained for us than to make a bargain with Pearce, the American, for quarters in his straw cabin. This we were the more content to do upon seeing him emerge from the bushes with a dead kid hanging over his shoulders, which we naturally sup- posed he intended for supper. At first he spoke rather gruffly for a fellow-country- man ; but this we attributed to his wild manner of life, separated from all society ; nor were we at all disposed to quarrel with him on account of his uncouth address, when we came to consider that a man might understand but little of politeness, and^yet be a very good sort of fellow, and understand very well how to cook a kid. We had no money, which we honestly told him in the beginning ; but we promised him, in lieu thereof, a large supply of ham and bread from the ship. This did not seem to improve the matter at all ; indeed, we began to think he was loth to credit us, which, however, was not 92 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. - THE AMERICAN CRUSOE. the case. He said the Californians who had been there had eaten up nearly all his stores, and had paid him little or nothing. They had promised him a good deal, but promises were the principal amount of what he got. If this Avas all, he wouldn't mind it; they were welcome to what he had ; but he didn't like folks to come and take possession of his honse as a matter of right, and get drunk in it, and raise Old Scratch with his furniture, and then swear at him next morning for not keepin' a better tavern. He didn't pretend to keep a tavern ; it was his own private house, and he Avanted it to be pri- vate — that's what he came here for. He had society enough at home, and a darn'd sight too much of it. He liked to choose his own company. He was an independ- ent character himself, and meant to be independent in spite of all the Californians on this side of creation. All he wished was that old Nick had a hold of California and all the gold in it — if there was any in it, which he didn't much believe himself. He hoped it would be sunk tolerably deep under the sea before some of 'em got there. It was a tolerable hard case, that a man couldn't live alone without a parcel of fellers, that hadn't any thing to do at home, comin' all the way to Juan Fer- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 93 nandez to play Scratch with his house and furniture, and turn every thing upside down,, as if it belonged to 'em, and cuss the hair off'n his head for not makin' a bigger house, and keepin' a bar full of good liquor, and a bil- liard saloon, and bowlin'-alley for the accommodation of travelers — a tolerable hard case. He'd be squarrned ef he was a goin' to stand it any longer. We agreed with Crusoe that this was indeed rather a hard case, but promised him that he would find us al- together different sort of persons. We were first-class passengers — none of your rowdy third-class ; he under- stood all that ; they were all first-class passengers ashore ; he wouldn't believe one of 'em on oath. Again we en- deavored to compromise the matter, so far as regarded the ham at least, of which he was entirely incredulous, by telling him that he might come on board with us, and then when we'd be sure not to run away without paying him. "But what if you should carry me away?" said he, evidently startled by this proposition. "Nothing — only we'd take you to California. That would be a lucky chance for you." " No, it wouldn't. I don't want to go there. I'm very well here." " But there's plenty of gold in California," said we ; " no doubt about it at all. You may live here all your life, and be no better off." " I'm well enough off," retorted Crusoe ; " I only want people to let me alone. Ever since this California business they've been troublin' me." " You surely can't be happy here without a soul near you ! Why, it's enough to drive a man mad. It must be dreadfully dull. You can't be happy !" "Yes I am!" said Crusoe, peevishly; "I'm always happy when I ain't troubled. When I'm troubled I'm mis'rable. Nothin' makes me so mis'rable as bein' troubled." "It makes a good many people miserable," was our 94 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. reply. " We must trouble you for a night's lodging, at all events, for we have no place else to stay." " I don't want you to stay nowhere else !" cried Cru- soe ; " that wasn't what I meant : you mustn't get drunk — that's what I meant." " No, we Avon't get drunk ; we haven't any thing to get drunk on, unless you insist upon giving us some- thing." " Very well, then ; you can sleep in my cabin, ef you don't tear it down. Some fellers have tried to tear it down." We promised him that we would use every exertion to overcome any propensity we might have in regard to tearing his house down ; and, although he still shook his head mournfully, as if he had no farther confidence in man, he led the way toward his hut, hinting in a sort of undergrowl that it would be greatly to our advantage not to get drunk, or attempt to destroy his house and furniture, inasmuch as he had a number of goatskins, which he wouldn't mind letting sober people have to sleep on, but he'd be squarmed ef he'd lend 'em to people that cuss'd him for not keepin' feather beds. We de- clared upon our words, as gentlemen, that we had no idea whatever of sleeping on feather beds in such a re- mote part of the world as this, and would be most hap- py to prove to him that we were worthy of sleeping on goatskins ; that we would regard goatskins in the light of a favor, whereas if he put us upon feather beds, we should feel disposed to look upon it rather as a reflection upon our character as disciples of the immortal Crusoe. Abraham and myself were wet to the skin after our adventure in the mountains, and, having been five or six hours in that condition, we were hungry enough to eat any thing. We therefore left the party down on the beach, where they were trying to Set fire to an old pitch- barrel as a signal for the ship, and, under the guidance of Pearce, hurried up to the cabin. Upon entering the low doorway, we found that there was some promise of CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 95 good cheer. There was a basket of fish in one corner, and sundry pieces of dried meat hanging upon the walls. Our friend set to work to skin the kid ; and we, finding a sort of stone fireplace in the middle of the floor, with a few live embers in it, sat down, and began putting on some wood out of a neighboring pile, by which means we soon had a comfortable fire. As soon as the steam was pretty well out of our clothes, and the warmth struck through, to our skins, we felt an uncommonly pleasant glow all over us ; and the blaze was exceeding- ly cheerful. In fact, we were quite happy, in spite of the gloomy forebodings of Pearce, who kept saying to himself all the time he was skinning the kid, " I expect nothin' else but what they'll burn my house down. Ef they'd only let a feller alone, and not come troublin' him, I'd like it a good deal better than bread or ham either — 'specially when it's aboard a ship that ain't here, and never will be, I reckon. Fun's fun ; but I'll be squarmed ef I want to see my house burned down over my head. "Tain't nothin' to larf at. When I want somethin' to larf at, I kin raise it myself without troublin' other folks. Ef a man can't live to himself here, I'd like to know where in creation he kin live. I expect they'll be ex- plorin' the bottom of the sea by'm-by in search of gold ; I'd go there to be to myself, ef I thought I could be to myself; but I know they'd be arter me in less than a month. Ef I was a bettin' character, I'd be willin' to bet five dollars they'll set fire to the house, and burn it down afore they stop !" Meantime Brigham and the rest of the party succeed- ed at length in making a large fire on the beach as a sig- nal for the ship, and they remained down there some time in hopes she would send a boat ashore. But the gale increasing, accompanied by heavy rain, they had to leave the fire, and make a hasty retreat to the hut. 96 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. CHAPTER XV. CASTLE OF THE AMERICAN CRUSOE. Pearce's gloomy views of society began to brighten a good deal when he found that we were not disposed to tear down his house or burn it, or wantonly ruin his furniture. He was not a bad-hearted man by any means, though rather crusty from having lived too long alone, and somewhat prejudiced against the Californians on ac- count of the rough treatment he had received from them. A little flattery regarding his skill in architecture, and a word of praise on the subject of his furniture, seemed to mollify him a good deal ; and he smiled grimly once or twice at our folly in coming ashore, when we could have done so much better, as he alleged, by staying aboard the ship, and going ahead about our business. Regarding the house, which afforded him so much anxiety, there did not appear to us to be any thing quite so original and Crusoe-like in any other part of the world. It Avas a little straw hut, just big enough to creep into and turn round in ; with a steep peaked roof, projecting all round, very rustic and rugged-looking, and, withal, veiy well adapted to the climate. The straw was woven through upright stakes, and made a tolerably secure wall ; outside, growing up around the house in every di- rection, were running vines and wild flowers ; and at a little distance were various smaller sheds and out-houses, in which our worthy host kept his domestic animals, and what wood he required during the bad weather. The furniture of his main abode, which was such a source of honest pride to him, consisted chiefly of a few three-leg- ged stools, made of the rough wood with the bark still on ; a kind of bench for a lounge ; a rough bedstead in one corner, partly shut off by a straw partition ; a bro- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 97 ken looking-glass, and an iron kettle and frying-pan, be- sides sundry strange articles of domestic economy of which we could form no correct idea, inasmuch as they were made upon novel principles of his own, and were entirely beyond/ our comprehension. Over head, the rafters were covered with goatskins ; a sailor's pea- jacket, a sou'wester, and some colored shirts hung at the head of the bed. In one corner thei - e was a rude wooden cupboard, containing a few broken cups and plates, and a Chinese tea-box ; in another a sea-chest, which, when pulled out, served for a table. The floor Avas of mud, and not very dry after the rain ; for the roof had sprung a leak, and, moreover, what water was cast off from above eventually found its way in under the walls below. Doubtless, like the man with the fid- dle, our host thought it useless to mend it when the weather Avas fine, and too wet to work at it when the weather was rainy. It was a very queer and original place altogether ; and with a good fire, and a little pre- caution in keeping from under the leaks in the roof, not at all uncomfortable. Our Crusoe friend, overhearing us say that it was a glorious place to live in, a regular castle, where a man might spend his days like a king, smiled again a crusty smile, and growled, " There's tea in that 'ere box. Ef you want some you kin have it. I got it out'n a ship that came from China. There ain't better tea nowhere." We thanked him heartily for his kindness, and de- clared at the same time that we regarded good tea as the very rarest luxury of life. Again his face cracked into something like a smile, and he said, "Better tea never was drunk in China. Efyou like, I'll put sugar in it." We declared that sugar was the very thing of all the luxuries in the world that Ave Avere most attached to, but we could not drink it Avith any sort of relish if avc thought it Avould be robbing him of his stores. If he had these things to spare Ave Avould cheerfully use them, E 98 CKUSOE'S ISLAND. and pay him three or four times their value in provisions from the ship. "Darn the ship!" cried Crusoe; "I don't care a cuss about the ship, so long as you don't get drunk and tear my house down !" Upon this we protested that we would sooner tear the hair out of our heads by the roots than tear down so unique and extraordinary a structure as his house ; and as to his furniture, it was worth its weight in gold; every stick of it would bring five hundred dollars in the city of New York. Whereupon Pearce stirred about in the obscure cor- ners with wonderful alacrity, rooting up all sorts of queer things out of dark places, and muttering to him- self meantime, " I'm as fond of company as any body, ef they're the right sort ; and I'll be squarmed ef I ain't an independ- dent character too. I don't owe nobody for a buildin' of my house, or a makin' of my furniture. I did it all myself, long before California was skeer'd up." He then put down the old kettle on the fire, and, as soon as the water was boiled, emptied a large cupful of tea into it, and set it near the fire to draw. While the tea was drawing, he fried a panful of kid, and bi-oiled some fish on the coals ; and when it was all done, he gave us each a tin plate, and told us to eat as much as we wanted, and be darn'd to the ship, so long as we be- haved like Christians. Then he furnished us .with cups for the tea, and some sea-biscuit, which he dug out of the cupboard ; and I must declare, in all sincerity, that Ave made a most excellent supper. CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 99 CHAPTER XVI. DIFFICULTY BETWEEN ABRAHAM AND THE DOUBTER. Every one of us, except the man that had no faith in Robinson Crusoe, admitted that the tea was the best ever produced in China or any where else ; that the fried kid was perfectly delicious; that the fish were the fat- test and tenderest ever fished out of the sea ; that the biscuit tasted a thousand times better than the biscuit we had on boai'd ship ; that the whole house and all about it were wonderfully well arranged for comfort ; and that Pearce, after all, was the jolliest old brick of a Crusoe ever found upon a desolate island. In fine, we came to the conclusion that it was a glori- ous life, calculated to enlarge a man's soul ; an inde- pendent life ; a perfect Utopia in its way. " Let us," said we, " spend the remainder of our days here ! Who cares about the gold of Ophir, when he can live like a king on this island, and be richer and happier than Sol- omon in his temple !" " You'd soon be tired of it," muttered a voice from a dark corner : it was the voice of the Doubter. " You wouldn't be here a month till you'd give the eyes out of your heads to get away." " Where's that man ?" cried several of us, fiercely. "I'm here — here in the corner, gentlemen, rayther troubled with fleas." " You'd better turn in and go to sleep." "I can't sleep. Nobody can sleep here. I've tried it long enough. I reckon the fleas will eat us all up by morning, and leave nothing but the hair of our heads. I doubt if they'll leave that." " Was there ever such a man ? Why, you do nothing but throw cold water on every body." 100 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. " No I don't ; it comes through the roof. It's as much as I can do to keep clear of it myself, without throwin' it on other people." With this Ave let him alone. The fire now blazed cheerfully, sending its ruddy glow through the cabin. A rude earthen lamp, that hung from one of the rafters, also shed its cheerful light upon us as we sat in a circle round the crackling fagots ; and al- together our rustic quarters looked very lively and pleas- ant. Every face beamed with good-humor. Even the face of the Doubter belied his croaking remarks, and glowed with unwonted enthusiasm. Little Jim Paxton, the whaler, under the inspiration of the tea, which was uncommonly strong, volunteered a song; and the cries of bravo being general, he gave us, in true sailor style, "I'm monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I'm lord of the fowl and the brute ! Oh Solitude where are the charms," &c. This was so enthusiastically applauded, that my friend Abraham, whose passion for all sorts of curiosities had led him to explore musty old books as well as musty old caves for odds and ends, now rose on his goatskin, and said that, with permission of the company, he would at- tempt something which he considered peculiarly appro- priate to the occasion. He was not much of a singer, but he hoped the interest attached to the words would be a sufficient compensation for all the deficiencies of voice and style. " Go ahead, Abraham !" cried every body, greatly in- terested by these remarks. "Let us have the song! Out with it !" "First," said Abraham, clearing his voice, "I beg leave to state, for the benefit of all who may not be familiar with the ftict, that this is no vulgar or common- place song, as many people suppose who sing it. On the contrary, it may be regarded as a classical production. Among the many effusions to which the popularity of CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 101 Uobinspn Crusoe gave rise, none was a greater favorite in its day than the song which I am about to attempt. It has been customary to introduce it in the character of Jerry Sneak, in Foote's celebrated farce, the Mayor of Garratt. As the words are now nearly forgotten, I hope you'll not consider it tiresome if I go through to the end. Join in the chorus, gentlemen !" POOR ROBINSON CRUSOE. "When I was a lad, my fortune was bad, My grandfather I did lose O; I'll bet you a can, you've heard of the man, His name it was Robinson Crusoe. Oh ! poor Robinson Crusoe, Tinky ting tang, tinky ting' tang, Oh ! poor Robinson Crusoe. "You've read in a book of a voyage he took, While the raging whirlwinds blew, so That the ship with a shock fell plump on a rock, Near drowning poor Robinson Crusoe. Oh ! poor, &c. "Poor soul ! none but he escaped on the sea. Ah, Fate ! Fate ! how could you do so ? 'Till at length he was thrown on an island unknown, Which received poor Robinson Crusoe." "Here, gentlemen, I beg you to take notice that we are now, in all probability, on the very spot. I have the strongest reasons for supposing that the castle of our ex- cellent host, in which we are at this moment enjoying the flow of soul and the feast of reason, is built upon the identical site occupied in former times by the castle of the remarkable adventurer in whose honor this song was composed. But to proceed — "Tinky ting tang, tinky ting tang, Oh ! poor Robinson Crusoe. " But he saved from on board a gun and a sword, And another old matter or two, so That by dint of his thrift, he managed to shift Pretty well, for poor Robinson Crusoe. Oh ! poor, &c. 102 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. " He wanted something to eat, and couldn't get meat, The cattle away from him flew, so That but for his gun he'd been sorely undone, And starved would poor Robinson Crusoe. Oh ! poor, &c. "And he happened to save from the merciless wave' A poor parrot, I assure you 'tis true, so That when he came home, from a wearisome roam, Used to cry out, Poor Robinson Crusoe. Oh ! poor, &c. "Then he got all the wood that ever he could, And stuck it together with glue, so That he made him a hut, in which he might put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe." " Hold on there ! hold on !" cried a voice, in a high state of excitement. Every body turned to see who it was that dared to interrupt so inspiring a song. Imme- diately the indignant gaze was fixed upon the face of the Doubter, who, with outstretched neck, was peering at Abraham from his dark corner. "Excuse me, gentle- men," said he, " but I want some information on that point. Did you mean to say, sir, that he, Robinson Cru- soe, stuck the wood together with glue when he built his house ? with glue, did you say ?" " So the song goes," said Abraham, a little confused, not to say irritated. " Doubtless the words are used in a metaphorical sense. There is every reason to believe that this is a mere poetical license ; but it doesn't alter the general accuracy of the history. For my own part, I am disposed to think that the house was built very much upon the same principles as that of our friend Pearce ; in fact, that it was precisely such an establish- ment as we at present occupy." "Go on, sir — go on; I'm perfectly satisfied," mutter- ed the Doubter; "the whole thing hangs together by means of glue ; every part of it is connected with the same material !" Abraham reddened to the eyebrows at this uncalled- for remark ; his fine features, usually so placid and full CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 103 of good nature, were distorted with indignation ; he turned fiercely toward the Doubter; he instinctively doubled up both fists ; he breathed hard between his clenched teeth ; then, hearing a low murmur of dissua- sion from the whole party, he turned away with a smile of contempt, breaking abruptly into the burden of his song, "Tinky ting tang, tinky ting tang, Oh ! poor Robinson Crusoe ! ' ' While his man Friday kept the house snug and tidy, For be sure 'twas his business to do so, They lived friendly together, less like servant than neighbor, Lived Friday and Robinson Crusoe. Oh ! poor, &c. " Then he wore a large cap, and a coat without nap, And a beard as long as a Jew, so That, by all that's civil, he looked like a devil More than poor Robinson Crusoe." "Which shows," continued Abraham, with his accus- tomed smile of good humor, " the extraordinary shifts to which a man may be reduced by necessity, and the un- couth appearance he must present in a perfectly unshaved state, when even the poet admits that he looked like a devil. These articles of clothing, which contributed to give him such a wild aspect, were made of goatskins, as he himself informs us in his wonderful narrative ; and I beg you to remember, gentlemen, that the very skins upon which we are this moment sitting are related, by direct descent, to those which were worn by Robinson Crusoe." Here the Doubter groaned. " Well, sir, is there any thing improbable in that ?" said Abraham, fiercely. " Have you any objection to that remark, sir ?" "No; I have nothing to say against it in particular, except that I'd believe it sooner if there were goats in the skins. I never heard of modern goatskins descend- ing from ancient goatskins before." " Of course, sir," said Abraham, coloring, " the goats were in the skins before they were taken out." 104 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. "Likely they were," growled the Doubter; " I won't dispute that. But I'd like to know, as a matter of infor- mation, if he, Robinson Crusoe, made his clothes in the same way as he made his house ?" " To be sure, sir ; to be sure : he made both with his own hands." " I thought so," said the Doubter, sinking back into his dark corner ; " he sew'd 'em with glue. All glue — glue from beginning to end." " I'll see you to-morrow, sir !" said Abraham, swelling with indignation ; " we'll settle this matter to-morrow, sir. At present I shall pay no further attention to your remarks !" Here he drew several rapid breaths, as if swallowing down his passion ; and, looking round with a darkened brow upon the mute and astonished company, resumed, in a loud and steady voice, "Tinky ting tang, tinky ting tang, Oh ! poor Robinson Crusoe ! "At length, within hail, he saw a stout sail, And he took to his little canoe ; so, ■ When he reach'd the ship, they gave him a trip, Back to England brought Robinson Crusoe. Oh ! poor Robinson Crusoe !" "We all joined in the chorus — all, except the incredu- lous man ; and, notwithstanding the unfortunate differ- ence between Abraham and that individual, which tended so much to mar the harmony of the occasion, we thought, from the way our voices sounded, that it must have been the very first time this inspiring song was sung in the solitudes of Juan Fernandez. I even fancied I detected the crusty voice of Pearce in the chorus ; but I wouldn't like to make a positive assertion to that effect, on account of the danger of giving him offense, should he ever cast his eyes upon this narrative. As there was still evident- ly a cloud upon Abraham's brow, which might burst to- morrow upon the Doubter, and thereby bring the whole adventure to a tragic termination, several of us now, by a concerted movement, endeavored to effect a reconcilia- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 105 tion. We seized upon the Doubter, who by this time was dozing away in the corner, and brought him forth to the light, where he looked about him in mute astonish- ment, muttering, as if awakened out of a dream, " No, sir, it can't be done, sir ; a house never was built with glue yet ; goatskins never were sewed together with glue — never, sir, never !" " You shall swallow those words, sir !" cried Abraham, quivering with passion ; "I'll make you swallow them, sir, to-morrow morning !" " I'll swallow 'em now if you like," drawled the Doubt- er, with provoking coolness, " but I can't swallow a house built of glue. Possibly I might swallow the goatskins, but the house won't go down — it ain't the kind of thing to go down !" Here it required our full force to restrain Abraham ; he fairly chafed with indignation ; his face was flushed ; his nostrils distended ; his stalwart limbs writhing con- vulsively ; in truth, our well-meant plan of reconciliation only seemed to hasten the tragedy which we were striv- ing to prevent. Pearce himself now interposed. "I know'd it," said he; "I know'd they'd tear my house down yet, and ruin my furniture! Next thing, all hands'll be breakin' my chairs to pieces on one an- other's heads ; I know'd it ; I wouldn't believe 'em on oath !" This rebuke touched Abraham in a tender point. Quick to take offense, he was also ready in forgiving an injury, especially when a due regard for the feelings of others required it. " Gentlemen," said he, " it shall never be said that I have violated the rites of hospitality. There shall be no further difficulty about this matter ; I forgive all. Your hand, sir !" The Doubter awkwardly held out his hand and suffer- ed it to be shaken, upon which he crept back into his dark corner, still, however, muttering incoherently from time to time ; but as nothing could be distinguished but E2 L06 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. the word " glue," it was not deemed of sufficient import- ance for the renewal of hostilities, or the interruption of the general harmony. Good humor being restored, it was all the more hearty after these unpleasant little episodes ; and so genial an effect had it upon Pearce, that he quite forgot his resentment, and unbended him- self again. Gradually he began to tell us wild stories of his Crusoe life ; how he had lived all alone for nearly a year on the island of Massafuero without seeing the face of man ; how, during that time, he sustained him- self upon roots and herbs, and likewise by catching wild goats in traps ; how he never w T as so happy in his life, and never had any trouble till he left that island in a whaler, and came here to Juan Fernandez ; how for two years he had lived on this island, sometimes alone, and sometimes surrounded by outlawed Chilians; how on one occasion, while up in the mountains hunting goats, he fell down a precipice, and broke his arm and two of his ribs, and was near dying all alone, without a soul to care for him. A great many strange stories and legends he told us, too, in his rude way, about Juan Fernandez; and so strong was his homely language, and so fresh and novel his reminiscences, that we often looked round in the waning light of the lamp for fear some ghost or murderer would steal in upon us. As well as I can remember, one of his strange narra- tives was substantially as follows. There was all the force of reality to give it interest ; for it was evidently, as he told us, a simple recital of facts. CHAPTER XVII. THE MURDER. About five years ago (I think he said it was in 1844), a murder was committed on the island by the father of one of the present Chilian residents. Pearce was then CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 107 in Valparaiso, and bad a statement of the circumstances from some of the parties concerned in it. TRAGIC FATE OP THE SCOTCHMAN. A Scotch sailor, it appeared, deserted from a vessel that touched at the island for wood and water. For a time he concealed himself in a cave among the cliffs near the bay. When the vessel sailed, he came down into the valley and built himself a hut out of straw, in which he resided several months alone. By fishing, and catch- ing wild goats in traps, he supported himself comfort- ably, and was becoming reconciled to his isolated life, when a family of Chilians, consisting of five or six men and women, under the control of an old Spaniard, father- in-law of one of the younger men, came over about this period in a small trading vessel from Massafuero. They had been living there for some time, but thought they could do better in Juan Fernandez. There were no huts standing there then except that belonging to the sailor. The Chilians prevailed upon him to let them oc- cupy a part of his house, promising to build themselves one as soon as they could cut straw and wood enough. Every day they went out on the hill-sides to cut the straw, and they seemed to be making good progress with their hut. One night the sailor, as he lay in bed, 108 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. overheard one of the Chilians say to the others, " We are working hard every day, but it will be a long time before we can get a house built. Neither will it be big enough for us all when we finish it. This man is noth- ing but a heretic, therefore it would be no sin to take his life. Let us kill him, and then we can have his house, which has other buildings to it, without the trouble of doing any more work." The others agreed to this, all except one woman, who said God would never suffer them to prosper if they committed such a deed. How- ever, they silenced her by threats, and then talked fur- ther upon the best means of murdering the Scotchman. Having been a beach-comber for many years in Spanish countries, he understood the language, and it so hap- pened that he overheard nearly every woi'd. Being a powerful man, of great courage and fierce temper, he sprang from his bed, and swore they must leave the house at that very instant, or he would cut their throats. The woman he would have spared this treatment, but he knew she would only fare the worse for his protection. Finding him resolute, they took their things and left the house ; but after they were out in the dark, it being a stormy night, they begged so hard for shelter that he told them they might go into a shed, which he had built some distance off to keep goats in. Here they remained, without daring to molest him, until their own house was completed. In the mean time, the suspicions of the sailor were lulled by their friendly behavior, and he often spent a part of his time in social talk with them, which was the more agreeable inasmuch as the old man's daughter, who had taken his part at first, fell in love with him, and, although jealously watched by her husband, found fre- quent chances of meeting him alone. He became much attached to her, as well on account of her attempt to save his life as the charms of her person, which were well calculated to excite admiration and kindle the amor- ous flame. She was a very beautiful woman, a Chilian by birth, and was married against her inclination ; and CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 109 coming from a country where the marriage tie is not considered so sacred as it is in more northern climes, she had but little scruple in yielding to her guilty love. His manly person and bold bearing had attracted her in the first place, and these stolen interviews only served to strengthen the passion that grew up between them. At this period they were joined by an English sailor, THE LOVEES. another deserter, who took up his quarters with the Chilians in their new abode, and became a member of their gang. The Scotchman had refused, from some dis- like that he formed to this man on first sight, to take him into his cabin. This led to a mutual hatred, which was soon increased by other causes. The Englishman, struck by the beauty of the young woman, whose affec- tions the other had won, now made love to her on all occasions, but she gave him no encouragement. He at- tributed his failure to the Scotchman, whom he secretly watched. Fired with jealousy and deadly hatred to- ward his rival, he resolved upon putting him to death by stratagem, for he was too cowardly to undertake it openly. Having learned the difficulty that had previ- ously occurred, he took occasion to tell the Chilians that the Scotchman was their mortal enemy, and only awaited K 110 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. an opportunity to murder them all, so as to get entire possession of the young woman, with whom he had al- ready formed a guilty connection. At this period three Americans deserted from a whale-ship and joined the Scotchman. Through some accident, or most likely by foul means, his hut took fire soon after, and was burnt to the ground. He and his companions were obliged to move to a cave near by, where they designed living till they could build another. Knowing nothing of the schemes of the English sailor, who took care that it should not be found out through the woman, they were ignorant of the hostile intention of the Chilians, till one day, as they were scattered over the valley, cutting wild oats for their cabin, the Englishman told the old man, who was the leader of the Chilians, that he had overheard the other party say they were going to murder them all that night ; and prevailed upon him to muster his men together secretly, and settle the matter at once. They all went first to the cave, and took possession of the arms left there by the Americans and their leader. The old man, followed at a distance by his comrades, there- upon proceeded to the valley with a loaded gun ; and seeing the Scotchman at a distance from the others, he ' stole upon him and shot him through the body with slugs. Badly wounded, but not mortally, the Scotch- man shouted to his friends that he was shot ; that they must follow him and fight for their lives, upon which he ran, covered with blood, toward the cave, followed by the Americans. On arriving there they found all their fire-arms gone : they fought for some time with their knives, but were finally overpowered by the Chilian par- ty and bound hand and foot. Next day it so happened that a whale-ship came into the harbor for wood and water. The Americans were carried back some distance and hid among the cliffs, with an armed guard over them, so that they might be out of the way when the people from the ship came ashore ; and the wounded man was concealed in a cave. The CRUSOE'S ISLAND. Ill Englishman then went on board with the old Chilian, and told the captain that a deserter from a whale-ship, who had been on the island some time, had undertaken to murder them, and they had shot him in self-defense. Their story was plausibly told, and was believed. They said the man was not dead, and they asked the captain to take him away, as they wanted to get rid of him. The captain refused to do this, saying he would have nothing to do with a deserter ; if the man got into trouble by his misconduct, he might get out of it the best way he could. When the vessel sailed, which was the next day, the Chilians, in compliance with the advice of the Englishman, took their wounded prisoner out into an open space, and shot him through the heart. He fell dead upon the spot. They then dug a hole in the ground and buried him ; and, in order to keep his spirit from rising upon them at night, they erected a cross over the grave. The woman, upon hearing that her lover was GRAVE OP THE MURDERED MAN. murdered, fell into a state of melancholy, and refused to taste any food for many days. Such was her distress, that she wandered about the cliffs like one bereft of her senses, and was often found at night weeping upon his grave. Indeed, she never fully recovered, but was al- ways from that time weakly and unsettled in her mind. 112 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. Another vessel came into port in the course of a few months, and the affair became known through the three Americans, who made their escape and got on board. News of the murder was carried to Talcahuana by this vessel ; and as soon as it reached Valparaiso, a small Chilian cutter, then lying in the harbor, was dispatched to the island of Juau Fernandez to capture and bring home the murderers. On their arrival in Valparaiso they were taken in irons to Santiago, the seat of govern- ment, where they were tried and sentenced to be shot in the public plaza. Some of the circumstances, con- sidered palliating, became known before the execution was carried into effect, and their punishment was com- muted to five years' banishment on the island of St. Felix. The Chilian government still holds a penal settleriient on that island. All criminals of a desperate character are sent there and subjected to hard labor. The term for which these murderers had been banished had just expired (in 1849), and it was supposed by the present Chilian residents that they would return by the first opportunity to Juan Fernandez. CHAPTER XVIII. THE SKULL. During the recital of this tragical narrative, Abraham, who had listened to every word with intense interest, became strangely agitated. Several times it was appar- ently with the utmost difficulty he could refrain from re- lieving himself of something that produced an unusual effect upon his mind. Especially when it came to the death of the unfortunate Scotchman, I thought I noticed that he was intensely excited. At first, knowing the tenderness of his feelings, I attributed this extraordinary manifestation of intei*est to grief and pity for the un- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 113 happy fate of the beautiful Chilian ; but I soon found that it proceeded from another and very different cause. No sooner had Pearce concluded than he exclaimed, "I'll wager a thousand dollars, gentlemen, that the Scotchman never was buried !" "He was buried, certain," said Pearce; "I can show you the place." "Then there is some strange mystery about it," said Abraham, somewhat disappointed. "This very day I found a man's skull, which I am now quite certain has some connection with this tragedy." The intense excitement produced by this disclosure is quite indescribable. Every body in the party leaned forward, with starting eyes, and gazed with breathless interest at Abraham. He had purposely withheld mak- ing any reference to the affair of the skull till a fitting opportunity should occur to disclose all the particulars, when the mind of every individual present was in a proper tone of solemnity to receive so important a com- munication. That opportunity had how occurred, under the most favorable and unlooked-for circumstances. I never saw Abraham so excited in my life before — not even on the Sccasion of his late unpleasant difficulty. "Gentlemen," said he, "I had a presentiment before we left the ship that this expedition would result in some extraordinary discovery. You may judge from the facts which I am about to disclose to you how far this presentiment has been verified." He then, in a voice of becoming solemnity, went into a detailed narrative of our adventures in the mountains. He commenced at the very starting-point, where we separated from the hunting party ; he dwelt vividly on our perilous adventure on the cliff, stating all the par- ticulars of our escape ; how Ave climbed up a perpendic- ular wall of rocks four thousand feet high ; how we stood upon the very highest pinnacle, which was only ten inches in diameter ; how, when we came down again to the base, we lay perfectly insensible for an entire hour ; 114 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. and the wonderful adventures we had in the interior — the walk of six miles directly back from the ocean ; our preservation from a horrible and lingering death by thirst, through the agency of a little bird ; the Enchant- ed Valley that we explored, and the two wild horses we caught entangled in the bushes, and afterward rode; our discovery of an old castle built in the sixteenth cen- tury by Juan Fernando ; the mysterious marks upon the outer wall ; our strange and startling explorations of the interior vaults and marble halls ; and finally the discov- ery of the skull — the skull of some unfortunate man who had crept into one of those dreary vaults, where he died on a miserable bed of straw, all alone, without a soul near him ! Afterward how he (Abraham) and myself were overtaken by a frightful tornado, and cast clow T n over the rocks a distance of three miles in a direct line; how, during this terrible fall, he had the misfortune to strike a rock, and ruin the invaluable relic of mortality which he had put in his pocket, by breaking it all to pieces ; but — " Did you save the pieces ?" asked a voice from the corner. Of course it was the voice of the Doubter. A look from Abraham silenced him, and the narrative was resumed : But it fortunately happened that a portion of the socket of one eye and a piece of the forehead remained entire, which, together with all the smaller fragments, he would be most happy to exhibit to the company ; premising, however, that there was but little question in his mind, from all the particulars of Pearce's tragical narrative, that this skull was in some way or other con- nected with it. Possibly it might be that the unhappy young woman, who it appears was the victim of an in- ordinate passion for the murdered man, bereft of her senses by his tragical death, went to his grave at night and dug up his body, and being unable to carry it away at once, perhaps she cut it to pieces, and carried it by degrees up to her secret place of wailing in the mount- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 115 ains, where she could mourn over his remains without fear of discovery. It was not an unreasonable conjec- ture, he thought, considering the woman was insane. In some hour of despondency she had probably made those mysterious designs which had led to the discovery — the sketch of the dead body of her lover ; the ship that left the island without saving him ; some pet goat that doubtless accompanied her in her wanderings ; the chil- dren that were strangled, and all those vague marks, which indicated the character of her thoughts. During the narration of these adventures, which I must confess astonished me not a little, well as I knew the enthusiastic character of my friend (and he never was more in earnest in his life), I observed that Pearce had doubled himself up almost into a knot, covering his face with his hands, and heaving convulsively, as if moved by some internal earthquake. There was no sound escaped him, but it was quite evident that he was strangely affected by Abraham's narrative. The rest of the party were so deeply interested in the whole disclo- sure that they took no notice of him. Could it be that Pearce himself was implicated in the murder? That it was all a fiction his being in Valparaiso at the time ? That he was in any way attached to this unfortunate fe- male, whose sad fate had aroused all our sympathies ? " I'd like to see that skull," said the Doubter. " Here it is — or what remains of it," said Abraham, drawing forth the pieces from his pocket ; " you can all see it if you wish." The pieces were handed round and examined with in- tense interest and curiosity. " You call this a man's skull ?" said the Doubter, look- ing incredulously at a piece which he held in his hand. " I do, sir," said Abraham, sharply ; " have you any ob- jection to my calling it a man's skull, sir ?" "No, none at all; you may call it a dog's skull if you like. Pel call it Robinson Crusoe's skull if I owned it. For all I know to the contrary, it is his ; but I'd like to 110 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. have a certificate from himself to that effect before I'd place much confidence in my own opinion, if I thought so." The biting satire of these remarks touched Abraham to the quick. Nothing in the world would have pre- vented him from springing upon the Doubter at that moment, and taking summary vengeance upon his per- son, but the sudden exit of Pearce, who, rising from his goatskin, hurriedly left the cabin. This produced a gen- eral murmur of disapprobation. It was the unanimous opinion that a course of conduct, resulting as this did — compelling a man, as it were, to leave his own castle for personal security, was very unbecoming ; and that Abra- ham, being the chief, although perhaps unintentional cause of it, was in honor bound to go after him and bring him back. I take pride in saying that my friend was not the kind of man to resist such an appeal as this. Pie immediate- ly left the hut and went in search of Pearce. Mean- while we took occasion to administer a well-merited re- buke to the Doubter ; and to declare that if he again in- terrupted the harmony of the evening, we would leave him ashore when we started for the ship. His only re- ply to this was, that he hoped, if he should unfortunately die in a cave in consequence of our cruelty, that his head would make a better-looking skull than the one Abra- ham had found. In about ten minutes Abraham and Pearce returned, both having a very strange expression upon their fea- tures. Pearce looked unnaturally serious about the mouth, but I fancied more knowing than usual about the eyes. In sitting down he dropped a dollar, which he hastily picked up and put in his pocket. As to my friend, I thought there was something confused and de- jected in his look; but he immediately said with as- sumed spirits when he came in, " All right, gentlemen ; all right. The whole thing is settled ; let there be noth- ing more about it." CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 117 Some few questions, however, were asked concerning the skull, but all the satisfaction Abraham could give was, " You have' the particulars, gentlemen ; you must judge for yourselves."- Pearce professed to know noth- ing about it. Harmony and good-humor being again restored, there were numerous calls for some farther' reminiscences of the island. Pearce said he didn't know whether any of us had ever heard of the governor's vision ; if we hadn't, may- be we'd like to hear something about it. Pie couldn't promise that it was all true, but the Chilians here be- lieved every word of it ; " and, likely enough," he added, looking quietly at Abraham, " there may be some of you that can account for it." " Let us have it !" exclaimed every body in a breath ; "the governor's vision, by all means." Pearce then fixed himself comfortably on his goatskin, and, putting some fagots on the fire, gave us in substance the following history of THE GOVERNOR'S VISION. CHAPTER XIX. THE GOVERNOR'S VISION. The highest peak on the island of Juan Fernandez is called the Peak of Yonka. It forms an abrupt precipice all round, of several hundred feet. Various attempts have been made from time to time, by sailors and others, to ascend to the summit, but this feat has never been ac- complished except in a single instance. A cross still stands upon it, which was erected by two Chilians many years ago, under very strange circumstances. It appears that the Chilian governor at the time of the penal settle- ment in Cumberland Bay went out riding one day near this mountain. On his return he related to his people a 118 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. strange vision which he had seen in the course of his ramble. He said that, while looking at the peak, he saw down in the valley that lay between a tall man dressed in black, with a black hat on, mounted on a horse of the purest white. The strange rider turned toward him, showing a face of ghastly paleness. He looked at him steadfastly, with " eyes of fire," as the governor declared, the glare of which made the air hot all around. The governor, trembling with awe, made the sign of the cross, upon which the strange horseman put spurs to his horse, and rode straight up the precipice to the summit of the peak, where he stopped a moment to look back. He then, upon seeing the sign of the cross made again, waved his hands wildly, as if in despair, and plunged out of sight on the other side. Being a devout man, and withal a believer in spirits, the governor considered this to be an omen of some impending calamity, which could only be averted by planting a cross on the peak. For this purpose he selected two criminals, under sentence of death for the murder of a soldier, and offered them their liberty if they Avould make the ascent and erect the cross. In the one case there was the certainty of death, in the other a chance of life. The criminals therefore resolved to make the attempt. Ropes, ladders, and tools were furnished them by the governor, and they were al- lowed such provisions as they required, with injunctions that at the expiration of ten days, in case of failure, they would be executed. For eight days they toiled inces- santly. They drove spikes into the walls of rock, and day by day went up a little higher, letting themselves down again at night by ropes to the base of the preci- pice. On the eighth day they reached the summit, ready to die of fright, and worn to skeletons at the terrible or- deal through which they had passed. It took them all the next day to recover sufficiently to be able to resume their labors. The table on the top was of solid rock, not more than fifty feet in diameter. In the centre was a spring of clear water bubbling up and running over the CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 119 rocks. One of them bathed in this water, and was so refreshed that he thought it must have some magical properties. He went over to the edge on the western side, and looked down to see where it fell. Directly be- neath him, he saw a line stretched from two points of rock over the precipice, nearly covered with linen shirts, as white as the driven snow, and apparently of the finest texture. He called to his comrade to come and witness this wonderful sight. While the two men wei'e looking over, there came a tremendous hurricane, that compelled them to throw themselves flat on their backs to avoid being blown over into the abyss. After the hurricane had passed they again looked over, but the line and shirts had disappeared, and they saw nothing but the bare rocks. They then fell upon their knees and prayed, and the vision of an angel appeared to them, telling them to put up the cross near the spring. As soon as they had planted the cross, they let themselves down by the ropes, and hastened to tell the governor of the strange adventures that had befallen them. So impressed was he by their wonderful narrative, that he immediately gave them their freedom, as he had promised, and sent them home laden with presents ; and he had crosses erected on various parts of the island, and masses per- formed by the soldiers for a long time after. " I wouldn't swear to it all," added Pearce, looking again toward Abraham. " But likely some of you gen- tlemen, who have more schoolin' than I have, may be able to account for it." Abraham reddened a little and looked confused, but said nothing. A voice from the corner broke in, " I know exactly how it happened ; nothing is easier than to account for it. In the first place, it didn't hap- pen at all. The governor was dyspeptic. I'm rayther dyspeptic myself, gentlemen, and I know what sights a man sees when he gets the horrors from dyspepsia. I've seen stranger sights than that when it was bad on me — once, in particular, I was troubled a good deal worse than the governor." 120 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. " Impossible," said Abraham, scornfully, " utterly im- possible, sir, that you could ever have seen any thing half so strange as the governor's vision." "I didn't see a house made of glue," retorted the Doubter. " I didn't ride on wild horses ; neither did I find a castle with a skull in it. I didn't carry the skull six miles, and then find out that it came off the head of a four-legged man ; and that the four-legged man was cut to pieces by his lady-love ; but I'll tell you what I did see." "Hold, sir, hold !" cried Abraham, now perfectly furi- ous. " By heavens, gentlemen, I can't stand such insults as these ! You must suffer me to chastise this wretch. Miserable poltroon ! do you dare to taunt me in that manner ? I'll see you, sir — I'll see you to-morrow morn- ing!" " Likely you will," said the Doubter, coolly, at the same time shrinking back a little. " Likely you will, if you look in the right direction. Keep your dander down till then, and you'll see a good deal better. In the mean time, gentlemen, if you like to listen, I'll tell you what happened when the dyspepsia was bad on me." Of course, any proposition calculated to restore har- mony was heartily approved, and thereupon we were forced to listen to — CHAPTER XX. THE DOUBTER'S DYSPEPTIC STORY. Once, when the dyspepsia was bad on me, I went to bed rayther low-spirited, and began to think I was go- ing to die. I thought I couldn't live till morning. My stomach was as hard as a brick-bat, and I was cold all over. The more cover I piled on, the colder I got. The minute I shut my eyes, I was scared to death at the darkness. I felt as if something dreadful was going to CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 121 THE DOCBTER. happen, and didn't know exact- ly what it was. Sometimes I thought robbers were under the bed, and sometimes I heard strange noises about the house. My heart stopped beating alto- gether ; I felt for my pulse, but couldn't find it in my wrists or any where else. Every bit of blood seemed to have oozed out of me in some mysterious way, and to all intents and purposes my body was dead. There was no dream about it. I could move my limbs the same as ever, and was as wide awake as I am this minute ; but there was no sign of life about me except that my mind had power to move the dead flesh ; for it was cold and clammy as that of a corpse. Any body else would have given up, and concluded he was a genu- ine corpse ; but you see I was not the sort of man to be- lieve such a thing as that without farther proof. I there- fore lay still a while, in hopes I'd get warm by-and-by, and feel better ; but I kept growing colder and colder, and at last was so cold that I felt like ice all over. I had the most dreadful and gloomy reflections. Every thing I thought about seemed blue, and dreary, and hope- less ; every body unhappy; and the whole future a desert waste, without one ray of light. Despair was upon me ; I cared for nothing ; it was all the same to me whether I lived or died. I wanted neither help, nor pity, nor love, nor life — all, all was wrapped in despair. The gloom of this state brought on a kind of lethargy ; a to- tal unconsciousness of every thing external. My mind only existed and operated, as it were, in perfect darkness. The body was nothing but a type of intense darkness and coldness wrapped around the spirit. In this state I at length heard whisperings in the air, outside of me as 122 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. I thought. They drew nearer ; the voices were strange and unnatural ; I was conscious of a singular sensation, for a time, as if whirled rapidly through space ; then I heard the voices say, in low tones, " How cold he is ! how miserably cold he is ! but we'll soon warm him !" I now became sensible of strong gases in the air, but they produced no farther impression than the mere conscious- ness of their existence. Wild shrieks and moans, and dreadful hissing sounds arose around me. "Here Ave are," said the voices ; "glad of it, for he's terribly cold." "Put him there in that big furnace; it'll soon warm him," said another voice, in a tone of authority. I was then tossed, as I thought, some distance, and became suddenly still ; but the same cold and impenetrable dark- ness was around my spirit. "There, that fire's out!" said the voice, angrily ; " put him in another, and keep him well stirred up." Again there was a movement, and again I was still, but not so still as before, for I was conscious of a jarring sensation. " Out again !" roared the same voice, fiercely. " Out again ! you don't keep him Avell stirred up !" " He'-s as cold as ice," said the other voices ; " we can't do any thing with him." " Try him in the middle furnace !" said the chief voice, stern- ly ; " that'll melt the ice out of him !" Again I was whirled through the gases and deposited in some im- perceptible place ; but all this time I was growing colder and colder. There was a pause, and then the voices said, " He won't burn, sir ; don't you see he's putting the fire out." " Out again, by all the demons !" roared the chief voice, furiously. "Take him away! Carry him back to where you got him. The man's dyspeptic. We can't have such a miserable wretch here ! By Pluto ! he'd put out every fire we've got in a week. Bear a hand, you rascals! for may I be blessed if I ainH freez- ing myself!" Here the Doubter paused. "Well, sir, well," said Abraham, ironically, "have you any thing further to say on the same subject? any thing equally reliable ? Perhaps you can inform us how you got warm again ?" CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 123 "Well, that doesn't properly belong to the story," said the Doubter, looking around meaningly upon the company. " I meant that it should end there ; but, if you insist upon it, I'll answer your question." " Of course, sir ; the matter requires explanation. It comes to rather an abrupt conclusion." "The way I got warm, then, was this: I picked up a skull when I was leaving the premises. It was full of hot glue. The fellows that were carrying me got their hands frostbitten and had to let go at last. I fell on an island. The first thing I struck was the top of a mount- ain. I slid down for three miles without stopping. On the way I broke the skull, and spilled the glue all over me, which made me slip so fast that I was quite warm by the time I got to the bottom." To this Abraham made no reply. Turning away from the Doubter with ferocity and indignation depicted in every feature, he looked silently around upon the com- pany ; his breast heaved convulsively ; his hands grasped nervously at the hair upon his goatskin ; he deliberately tore it out by the roots ; he suppressed a rising smile upon the face of every individual in the party by one more look at the Doubter — one terrible, scathing, fore- boding look of vengeance on the morrow; and then said, in a suppressed voice, " C4entlemen, suppose we turn in ; it must be twelve o'clock." CHAPTER XXI. BAD DREAM CONCERNING THE DOUBTER. As well as we could judge, Abraham was right in re- gard to the time ; and being all tired, after the story of the dyspeptic man we set about arranging our quarters for the night. I must admit, however, take it all in all, not omitting even the drawbacks to our enjoyment oc- casioned by the unfortunate state of things between my 124 CKUSOE'S ISLAND. friend and the Doubter, and the probability of a hostile meeting in the morning, that from the time of leaving home, four months before, I had not spent so pleasant an evening. It was something to look back to with grati- fication and enjoyment all the rest of the voyage, should we indeed ever be able to resume our voyage. Pearce now pulled down an additional lot of goatskins from the rafters, which we spread on the ground so as to make a general bed ; and having piled some wood on the fire and bolted the door, we stretched ourselves in a circle, with our feet toward the blaze, and made a fair beginning for the night. It was only a beginning, how- ever, so far as I was concerned, for not long after I had closed my eyes and begun to doze, some restless gentle- man got up to see if there was any Spaniards trying to unbolt the door ; and in stepping over me he contrived to put one foot upon my head, just as I was trying to get from under a big rock that I saw rolling down from the top of a cliff. I was a good deal astonished, upon nervously grasping at it, to find that it was made of leather, and had a human foot in it, and likewise that it had a voice, and asked me, as if very much frightened, " What the deuce was the matter ?" This again, upon falling into another doze, brought to mind the footprint TIIK FOOTPRINT IN TIIE BAND. CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 125 in the sand, which occasioned me the greatest distress and anxiety. I tried to get away from it, but wherever I went I saw that fatal mark ; in the mountains, in the valleys, in the caves, on the rocks, on the trees, in the air, in the surf, in the darkness of the storm, I saw that dreadful footprint ; I saw it, through the dim vista of the past, upon tee banks of the Ohio, where I had played in boyhood; I saw it again in my first bright glowing- dream of the island world, when, with the simplicity of childhood, I prayed that I might be cast upon a desolate island; I saw it in the cream-colored volume — every where — back in childhood, in youth, now again in man- hood — from the first to the last, at home, abroad — wher- ever thought could wander, I saw that strange and won- drous footprint. In trying to get up the cliff where I could look out for the savages, I fancied the tuft of grass that I had hold of gave way, and I rolled over the precipice into the sea; and this was not altogether an unfounded idea, for I actually had worked myself off the goatskin, and was at that moment paddling about in a sea of mud. Again I fell asleep, and a great many confused visions were impressed upon my mind. I saw the savages down on the beach, going through all their infernal orgies. THE SAVAGE OIWIKS. They had seized upon my comrades, and were roasting them in flaming fires, and eating the fattest of them with 12 6 CEUSOE'S ISLAND. great relish. The flesh of the Doubter, I thought, was so lean and tough that they were unable to eat if; but they stripped it off in long flakes, and hung it round their necks, and danced with it swinging about their bodies, as if they regarded it as the finest ornament in the world. His head was cut off ancLscalped, and his skull lay upon the ground. I thougm; Abraham had changed again into Friday, and I called upon him to look at this dreadful scene, and help me to kill these wretched cannibals ; but no sooner did he catch sight of the Doubter's skull, than he ran from me toward the spot, and picked it up with a horrible shout of triumph, and sticking his gun into it he held it in the air, and danced all round in a circle laughing like a devil. The Doubter, perceiving this in some strange way (for he was without a head), jumped to his feet, with his flesh- less bones, and ran after Abraham, making signs for his skull ; but Abraham only laughed the louder and danced the more, thrusting the skull at him as he jumped about, and asking him, in a sneering voice, what he thought of it now ? was it a dog's skull yet ? would he like to have it fastened on again with glue ? how had he contrived to keep out of the fire? were the savages afraid he would put it out? did his present exercise warm him? each of which taunting questions he ended with a wild laugh of derision, and a snatch of his favorite song — " Tinky ting tang, tinky ting tang, Oh, poor Robinson Crusoe !" This, I thought, so incensed the Doubter that he turned away in disgust, and walked off shaking his neck as if it had the head still on ; and when he was some distance from Abraham he sat down on the ground and slowly raised his right hand, placing the thumb where his nose would have been had the head still remained in its place, and then his left hand in the same way, fixing the thumb upon the little finger of the other, and thus he waved them to and fro, as if he had no confidence even in his own skull or in any of the circumstances connected with CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 127 it. While this was going on, the savages continued their infernal dance on the beach. I now raised my gun and began shooting at them, killing them by scores. I could see their dark bodies roll over into the surf, and hear their yells of terror at the report of the gun ; and when I rushed down to save my shipmates, all I could see was Abraham sitting upon a rock, pounding the skull into small fragments with a big stone which he held in both hands, and the fleshless body of the Doubter sitting opposite to him, slowly waving the little finger of his left hand at him in the same incredulous and taunting manner as before. And thus ended the dream. CHAPTER XXII. THE UNPLEASANT AFFAIR OF HONOR. When I awoke it was daylight. My mind was still harassed with the bad dream concerning the Doubter. I had the most gloomy forebodings of some impending misfortune either to him or my friend Abraham. Every effort to shake off this unpleasant feeling proved entirely vain ; it still clung to me heavily ; and, although I was now wide awake, yet it seemed to me there was some- thing prophetic in the dream. Unable to get rid of the impression, I got up, and looked around uj)on my com- rades, who were all sleeping soundly after their rambles of the previous day. Instinctively, as it were, for I was unconscious of any fixed motive, I counted them. There were only nine! A sudden pang shot through me, as if my worst fears were now realized. But how? I thought. Where was the tenth man ? What had be- come of him ? Was it Abraham ? Was it the Doubter ? Who was it? for the light was not strong enough to enable me to distinguish all the faces, partly hidden, as they were, in the goatskins. I looked toward the door ; it was unbolted, and slightly ajar. I opened it wide and 128 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. looked out; there was nothing to be seen in the gray light of the morning but the bushes near the hut, and the dark mountains in the distance. It was time, at all events, to be on the look-out for the ship, so I roused up my comrades, and eagerly noticed each one as he waked. The Doubter was missing ! Could it be possible that Abraham's threats had driven him to run away during the night, when all were asleep, and hide himself in the mountains ? There seemed to be no other way of ac- counting for his absence. "Where is he? what's be- come of him? maybe he's drowned himself!" were the general remarks upon discovering his absence. " Come on ! we must look for him ! it won't do to leave him ashore !" We hurried down to the boat-landing as fast as we could, thinking he might be there; and on our way saw that the ship was still in the offing. The boat was just as we had left it, but not a soul any where near. We then roused up every body in the Chilian quarter, shouting the name of the missing man in all directions. He was not there ! All this time Abraham was in the greatest distress, running about every where, without saying a word, looking under the bushes, peeping into every crevice in the rocks, darting in and out of the Chilian huts, greatly to the astonishment of the occu- pants, and quite breathless and dispirited when he dis- covered no trace of our comrade. At last, when we were forced to give up the search and turn toward Pearce's hut, where we had left our host in the act of lighting the fire to cook breakfast, he took me aside, and said, " Look here, Luff, I'm very sorry I had any diffi- culty with that poor fellow. The fact is, he provoked me to it. However, I have nothing against him now ; and I just wanted to tell you that I sha'n't go aboard the ship till I find him. If you like, you can help me to hunt him up, while the others are seeing about breakfast." "To be sure, Abraham," said I, "Ave must find him, dead or alive. I'll go with you, of course. But tell me, as we walk along, what it was Pearce said to you last CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 129 night. How did you get him back when he went out ?" " Oh, never mind that now," replied Abraham, look- ing, as I thought, rather confused. " You gave him a dollar, didn't you ?" said I ; " what was that for ?" " Why, the fact is, Luff, he made those marks himself in some idle hour as he lay basking in the sun up there. He told me that he often spends whole days among the cliffs or sleeping in the caves, while his sheep ai'e graz- ing in the valleys. You may have noticed that he was rather inclined to burst when he left the hut. The fel- low had sense enough not to say any thing before the company. I thought it was worth a dollar to keep the thing quiet." " It was well worth a dollar, Abraham ; but the skull — what about the skull ?" " Oh, the skull ? He said he picked it up one day out- side the cave, and hove it up there, thinking it would do for a lamp some time or other. "What excited me so when our shipmate spoke about it was that he should call it a dog's skull." " And wasn't it ?" " Why, yes ; to tell the truth, Luff, it was the skull of a wild dog ; but you know one doesn't like to be told of such a thing. However, we must look about for the poor fellow, and not leave him ashore." By this time we had reached an elevation some dis- tance back of the huts. We stopped a while to listen, and then began shouting his name. At first we could hear nothing ; but at length there was a sound reached our ears like a distant echo, only rather muffled. " Halloo !" cried Abraham, as loud as he could. " Halloo !" was faintly echoed back, after a pause. " Nothing but an echo," said I. "It doesn't sound like my voice," observed Abraham. "Halloo! where are you?" he shouted again, at the highest pitch of his voice. There was another pause. F2 130 CltUSOE'S ISLAND. " I'm here !" was the smothered reply. "That's a queer echo," said Abraham; "I'll bet a dollar he's underground somewhere. Halloo ! halloo ! Where are you?" This time Abraham put his ear to the ground to listen. " Here, I tell you !" answered the voice, in the same smothered tones. " Down here." " He's not far off," said Abraham. " Come, let us look about." We immediately set out in the direction of the voice. The path made a turn round a point of rocks some few hundred yards distant, on the right of which was a steep precipice. On reaching this, we walked on some dis- tance, till we came to a narrow pass, with a high bluff" on one side, and a large rock on the edge of the preci- pice. The path apparently came to an end here; but upon going a little farther, we saw that it formed a kind of step about three feet down, just at the beginning of the narrow pass, between the rock and the bluff, so that in making any farther progress it would be necessary to jump from the top of the step, or, in coming the other w r ay, to jump up. It was necessary for us, at least, to jump some way before long, for upon arriving at the edge we discovered a pit about four feet wide at the mouth, and how deep it was impossible for us to tell at the moment. We thought it must be rather deep, how- ever, from the sepulchral sounds that came out of it. " Here I am," said the voice, " down in the hole, here, if I ain't mistaken, but I wouldn't swear to it ; I may be somewhere else : it feels like a hole — that's all I can say about it, except that it's tolerably deep, and smells of goats." "A goat-trap!" exclaimed Abraham, in undisguised astonishment. " By heavens, Luff, he's caught in a goat- trap !" " It may be a goat-traj), or it may not. I want you to observe that I neither deny nor affirm the proposition. There's not much room in it, however, except for doubt." CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 131 "How in the world are we to get him out?" cried Abraham, whose sympathies were now thoroughly aroused by the misfortune of his opponent. " We must contrive some plan to pull him out. Hold on here, Luff; I'll go and cut a pole." While Abraham was hunting about among the bushes for a pole of suitable length,. I sprang over to the other side of the pit, and, getting down on my hands and knees, looked into it, and perceived that it spread out toward the bottom, so that it was impossible to climb up with- out assistance. " This is rather a bad business," said I ; " what in- duced you to go down there ?" " I didn't come down here altogether of my own will," replied the Doubter ; " credulity brought me here — too much credulity ; taking things without sufficient proof; assuming a ground where no ground existed." " How was that ? I don't quite understand." " Why, you see, I happened to come along this way about an hour ago, to see if the sun rose in the north, and not dreaming of goat-traps, I took it for granted that I could jump down a step in the path apparently not more than three feet deep. There's where the mis- take was. A man has no business placing any depend- ence upon his eyes without strong collateral evidence from all the rest of his senses. I assumed the ground that there was ground at the bottom of the step. Ac- cordingly, I jumped. There was no ground for the as- sumption. To be sure I descended three feet, according to my original design ; but I descended at least twelve feet more, of which I had no intention whatever. The fact is, there was some rotten brushwood, covered with straw and clay, over the mouth of the pit, which I went through without the least difficulty." " Are you hurt ?" said I, anxiously. "Well, I was considerably stunned. Likely enough some of my ribs are broken, and several blood-vessels ruptured ; but I won't believe any thing more for some 132 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. time. I've made up my mind to that. I may or may not be hurt, according to future proof." By this time Abraham came running toward the pit as fast as he could, with a long pole in his hand, which he had cut among the bushes. " This is the best I could get," said he, nearly breath- less with haste, and very much excited ; " there were some others, but I didn't think they were strong enough." Without farther delay, he sprang across the pit to the lower side, and thrust the pole down as far as he could reach. It must have struck something, for he immedi- ately drew it back a little, and the voice of the Doubter was heard to exclaim, in a high state of irritation, " Halloo, there ! What are you about ? Confound it, sir, I'm not a wild beast, to be stirred up in that way." " Never mind," said Abraham, " I didn't intend to hurt you. Take hold of the pole. I'll pull you out. Take hold of it quick, and hang on as hard as you can." "No, sir; it can't be done, sir. I'll not take hold of any thing upon an uncertainty." " But there's no uncertainty about this," cried Abra- ham, in a high state of excitement ; " it's perfectly safe. Take hold,! tell you." " Can't be done, sir, can't be done," said the Doubter ; " there's not sufficient proof that you'll pull me out if I do take hold. No, sir ; I've been deceived once, and I don't mean to be deceived again." " Now, by heavens, Luff, this is too bad. He doubts my honor. What are we to do ?" And Abraham wrung his hands in despair. "Halloo, there, I say — halloo !" " Well, what do you want ?" answered the voice of the Doubter. " I want to pull you out. Surely you don't think I'll be guilty of any thing so dishonorable as to take advan- tage of your misfortune ?" " I don't think at all," said the Doubter, gloomily ; CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 133 "I've given up thinking. You may or may not be an honorable man. At present I have nobody's word for it but your own." Here I thought it proper to protest that I knew Abra- ham well ; that there was not a more honorable man liv- ing. " Besides," I added, " there's no other way for you to get out of the pit." " Very well, then," said the Doubter ; " I'll take hold, but you must take hold too, and see that he doesn't let go. Pull away, gentlemen !" Abraham and myself accordingly pulled away as hard as we could, and in a few moments the head of our com- rade appeared in the light, a short distance below the rim of the pit. I had barely time to notice that his hair was filled with straw and clay, when Abraham, in his eagerness to get him entirely clear of danger, made a sudden pull, which would certainly have accomplished the object had the Doubter come with the upper part of the pole. But such was not the case. On the con- trary, both my friend and myself fell flat upon our backs ; TUB IMJUHTElt HACK AGAIN. and upon jumping up, we discovered that the Doubte* had fallen into the pit again, carrying with him the low- er end of the pole, which had unfortunately broken off at 134 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. that critical moment. There he lay in the bottom of the pit, writhing and groaning in the most frightful manner. "He's killed! he's killed!" cried Abraham, in perfect agony of mind. " Oh, Luff, to think that I killed him at last! It was all my fault. Here, quick! Lower me down ! I must help him !" Before I had time to say a word, Abraham seized hold of my right hand, and, directing me to hold on with all my might, he began to let himself down into the pit. It required the utmost tension of every muscle to bear his weight, but the excitement nerved me. " Let go, now !" said he, as soon as he got as far down as I could lower him without lowering myself, which I narrowly escaped ; " let go, Luff!" I did so, and keai-d a dull, heavy fall, and a groan louder than before. " What's the matter, Abraham — did you hurt your- self?" " Not myself," said Abraham, " but I'm afraid I hurt him. I fell on hi in." " You did," groaned a voice, faintly, " you fell on me. I'm tolerably certain of that. It was a shabby trick, sir ; it wasn't bad enough to throw me down here, with- out jumping on top of me when I couldn't defend my- self!" "I hope you're not much hurt," said Abraham; "it was all accident — I swear it, on my sacred honor !" " Honor !" groaned the Doubter, contemptuously ; " is it honorable to drop a man into a pit, and knock all the breath out of his body, and then jump on top of him! Honor, indeed ! But it was my own fault : I was too ready to take things without proof." " Now, by all that's human !" cried Abraham, stung to the quick at these unmerited reproaches, " I'll prove to you that I didn't mean it. Get up on my shoulders — here, I'll help you — and clinib out. Would any but an honorable man do that ?" " It depends upon his motives," replied the Doubter ; "I won't take motives on credit any more. I'm not go- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 135 ing to got up on your shoulders, and have you jump from under me about the time I get hold of something above, and leave me to fall down and break my back, or hang there. No, sir, I want no farther assistance. I've made up my mind to spend the remainder of my days here." " You sha'ri't stay here '!" cried Abraham, exasperated to the last degree by these taunts. " By heavens, sir, you shall be assisted !" Here there was a struggle in the bottom of the pit ; the Doubter writhing like an eel all over the ground in his attempts to elude the grasp of Abraham ; but soon he was in the powerful arms of my friend, who, hold- ing him up, shouted lustily, " Catch hold of him, Luff! Catch him by the hair or the coat-collar ! Hold on to him, while I shove him up !" The writhing form of the Doubter at the same mo- ment loomed up in the light, and I called upon him to give me his hands ; but he resolutely held them down, protesting that he would trust no man for the future ; that he'd die before any body should deceive him again. In this extremity, driven almost frantic in my zeal for his safety, I grasped at the collar of his coat, and suc- ceeded, after some difficulty, in getting a firm hold of it. " All right !" I shouted ; " push away now, Abraham !" In spite of every exertion on Abraham's part, however, our unfortunate comrade rose nb higher, which I can only account for by the depth of the pit. "A little higher, Abraham — just two inches — that's it — all right !" It certainly was all right so far; I had drawn him partly over the edge, and would eventually have drawn him entirely over, had it not caved in, by reason of the united weight of both on it at the same time, and thus the mat- ter was prevented from being all right to any greater extent. The consequence of this disaster was, that we both fell heavily upon Abraham, who, unable to bear our united weight, fell himself under the Doubter, while I, being uppermost, formed a kind of apex to the pyramid. 136 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. Our fall was thus broken in some measure; and, al- though Abraham groaned heavily under our weight, yet, as fortune would have it, nobody was hui't. The Doubter was the first who spoke. " I told you so !" said he, faintly ; " but you xoould try. You would try, in spite of all I could say, and now you see the consequence. It appears to me that there are three men caught in a goat-trap now instead of one ; but I'll not insist upon it ; there may be only one. My eyes have deceived me already, and likely as not they deceive me now." " No, they don't," said Abraham, in smothered tones ; " I'm quite certain there are two of you on top of me. Get off, if you can, for I can't breathe much longer in this position. You may depend upon it, there are three of us here." "I shall depend upon nothing for the future," replied' the Doubter, gloomily ; " I depended upon a pole just now, and was dropped ; I put faith in that pole, and both the faith and the pole were broken at the same time, and my back too nearly, if not quite broken." " But I'm not a pole," groaned Abraham, " you may depend upon that. Get off now, do, for heaven's sake." "You don't feel like a pole," said the Doubter, "but you may be one, for all I know ; the#e's no telling what you are. However, I'll get off, lest you should break likewise." I had already relieved Abraham of my weight ; and being now entirely free, he got up, and we began to con- sider how we were to get out of the pit. As good luck would have it, we heard some voices ap- proaching, which we soon discovered to be a couple of Chilians, to whom the trap belonged, coming thus early in the morning to see if it had caught any goats. When they looked over and saw the earth broken in, they were greatly rejoiced ; but no sooner did they perceive that the game consisted of three full-grown men, than they ran away as fast as they could, shouting " Diabolo ! CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 137 Diabolo /" Abraham, who had been studying Spanish during the voyage, understood Sufficient of the language to call out " Americanos ! Americanos ! no Diabolo ! Per amove Deos, viend qui ! Amigos ! amigos ! no Diabolo /" This caused them to halt ; and upon its be- ing repeated a great many times, they ventured to the edge of the pit, where Abraham gave them every assur- ance that we were three unfortunate Americans, who had fallen into the trap by accident, and that we were in no way related to the devil. Upon this, they took a coil of rope, which they had for pulling up goats, and making a noose on one end, they let it down. The first man that .was fastened on was the Doubter. It required the uni- ted efforts of Abraham and myself to get him into the noose ; but we eventually had the pleasure of seeing him go up through the hole without farther accident. I then yielded reluctantly to Abraham, who insisted, as a point of honor, that he should be the last man. Being light, I was whirled out in a twinkling ; and, finally, through this providential turn of affairs, we were all safely landed outside of the pit. The two Chilians, unable to divine the causes which had led to this singular state of things, looked on as if still half afraid that they had pulled some very bad characters out of the ground, muttering, as we shook the dirt off our clothes, " Madve cle Deos ! Santa Maria I Padre bonita /" I considered this a fitting opportunity, in view of the happy issue of the disaster, to effect a full and complete reconciliation between Abra- ham and the Doubter, and therefore proposed that they should shake hands on the spot, and forego all future hostilities. My friend immediately held out his hand in the frankest manner ; the Doubter hesitated a moment, as if afraid that it might result in his being pulled back again into the pit ; but, unable any longer to resist the hearty sincerity of his opponent, he gave his hand, and suffered it to be shaken ; and so rejoiced was Abraham in finding every thing was thus happily settled, that he shook on with all his force for at least five minutes, dur- 138 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. ing which the two Chilians, knowing no good reason Avhy a pair of strange gentlemen, just pulled out of a goat-trap, should stand shaking hands with one another, exhibited the utmost surprise and consternation, exclaim- ing, as before, " Madre de Deos ! Santa Maria ! Pa- dre bonita /" We contrived to make up the sum of a dollar between us, which Ave gave to the men, telling them, at the same time, that they need not mention this matter, should they see any of our companions before we left the island. We then started for Pearce's hut, which we soon reached. The rest of the party had finished breakfast, and were waiting fo» us at the boat-landing. They had left direc- tions with Pearce that we were to follow without delay, with or without the missing man, as the ship had made a signal for us to come aboard. While the Doubter and myself were making a hasty snack, Abraham took a piece of bread and meat, and started off to let our friends know that we had found the missing man, and would soon be down. In a few minutes we concluded our snack, and were about leaving the cabin, when Pearce said he reck- oned some of us had left a bundle, which he had found in the corner. The bundle consisted of a handkerchief tied up, with something in it, which I quickly discovered to be the relic we had found in Crusoe's Cave. " Where did you get that ?" said Pearce. " We dug it up in Crusoe's Cave ; it was made by Alexander Selkirk." " No it wasn't ; it was made by me. I lived there a while when I first came on the island, and made it my- self. I know the mark. I made it about a year and a half ago." " But how is that ?" said I, greatly astonished ; " it looks to be over a century and a half old." "It wasn't baked enough," said Pearce; "that's the reason it didn't keep well. The name's broke off, but there's part of what I writ on it." " Impossible !" said I. " Don't you see ' A S CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 139 170-?' What can that be but Alexander Selkirk, 1704, which was just the time he lived here 1" " No, 'taint ; Alexander Selkirk never made that 'ere. I made it myself. I put my name on it ; but the name's broke off. I writ, l A Saucepan maid by W. Pearce, 17 Oct? That's all. 'Taint no use to me now ; you may take it, ef you want to." I took it without saying another word ; tied it up again in the handkerchief, and asked Pearce if he was going down with us to the boat-landing. He said he would be down there presently. So, without farther de- lay, we set out to join our companions. As we walked rapidly along the path, my shipmate suffered strange sounds to escape from his throat, indicative of his feel- ings. Suddenly he stopped, as if unable to restrain him- self any longer. " Where are you going ?" said he. " Going aboard, to be sure ; come on, they're waiting for us." " You are, eh ? going aboard, eh ? Well, any thing to humor the idea. It sounds very like reality, indeed — very." "And why shouldn't it?" said I. " Of course, why shouldn't it ? Look here, Luff, you're rather a clever sort of fellow." " Do you think so ?" said I, a little embarrassed at so abrupt an opinion in my favor. " Yes, I do," said the Doubter ; " I always did. Will you just have the goodness to look into my mouth (open- ing it at the same time as wide as he could). Now, just cast your eyes into this cavity." I did as he desired me, thinking perhaps the poor fel- low was suffering from his fall into the goat-pit. " Well," said I, " there's nothing there, so far as I can see, except a piece of tobacco. Your tongue looks bad- ly." " It does, eh ? No matter about that. This is what I want you to notice : that I have a tolerably big swal- 140 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. ^^wtV.-" SWALLOWING AN ISLAND. lowing apparatus, but I'm not the style of man that's cal- culated to swallow" an entire island. Possibly I might get down a piece of a skull, or an old saucepan, with a grain of salt ; but I can't swallow Juan Fei'nandez, with Robinson Crusoe and Alexander Selkirk — two of the big- gest liars that ever existed, on top of it. No, sir, it can't be done." I thought myself that he was not a person likely to accomplish a feat of that kind, for his throat was not un- commonly large, and his digestive organs appeared to be weakly. " No, I shouldn't think so," said I. " You don't look like a man that could swallow so much." " Very well, then ; I'm willing to humor the idea. I'll imagine we're going aboard from Juan Fernandez, if you like. But the island doesn't exist ! No, sir ; it reads very well on paper ; it's a very romantic place, no doubt — if any body could find it ; a very pleasant spot for a small tea-party between a pair of wandering vagabonds ; but it doesn't exist any where else but on the maps. Don't you ever try, Luff, to make me. believe that any CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 141 of these things which we imagine to have occurred with- in the past three days have the slightest foundation in fact." I was not prepared to go to the full extent of denying the entire existence of the island ; but, I must confess, there was a good deal in our experiences of the past three days calculated to inspire doubt ; so much, indeed, that I hardly knew what to believe myself. Even now, after the lapse of four years, and the frequent repetition of all these adventures to my friends, which has given something more of reality to the doubtful points, I would hardly be willing to swear to more than the general out- line ; nor am I quite certain that even the main incidents would stand cross-examination in a Court of Doubters. Such, reader, is the deceptive nature of appearances ! While we were talking, Pearce overtook us with a bun- dle of goatskins which we had bargained for the night before, and we all went down to the boat-landing togeth- er. There we found our shipmates all ready to start. The Anteus was lyiug-to about eight or ten miles off, outside the harbor ; and the sea being rather rough, we thought it best to agree with Pearce for some seats in his boat, and hire a couple of the Chilians to help us at the oars. In this way, having stored all our relics in the bow of the boat except the earthen pot, which we had the misfortune to drop overboard, we set out for the ship, bidding a general good-by to Juan Fernandez and all its romantic vales with three hearty cheers. A few heavy seas broke over us when we got outside the har- bor ; and we saw the Brooklyn weighing anchor and pre- paring to stand out to sea, and a small brig that we had met in Rio beating in ; but, with the exception of these little incidents, nothing occurred worth mentioning till we arrived alongside the Anteus. The captain and all the passengers received us in silence; not a word was spoken by any body ; no sign of rejoicing or recognition whatever took place as we stepped on board. We thought it rather a cool termination to our adventures, 142 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. and could only account for it by supposing that this was the way people thought to be dead and buried are usu- ally treated when they come unexpectedly to life again after a great deal of grief has been wasted upon them. Nor were we wrong in our conjectures ; for in about five minutes our friends on board, including the kind-hearted captain, finding themselves entirely unable to keep up such a state of displeasure, crowded around us in differ- ent parts of the ship, and began shaking hands with us privately, and asking us a thousand questions about Juan Fernandez and Robinson Crusoe. We introduced our worthy host as the real Crusoe of the island, and brought both him and the Chilians down into the cabin, where we gave them as much as they could eat, besides honorably acquitting ourselves of our indebtedness by paying our friend Pearce all the ham and bread we had promised him, and loading him with sundry presents of clothing and groceries. The captain then ordered the yards to be braced ; the boat swung off as we began to plow our way once more toward the Golden Laud, and before noon the island was blue in the distance. CHAPTER XXIII. DOCTOR STILLMAN'S JOURNAL. I have been kindly permitted to select the following from the private journal of Dr. J. D. B. Stillman, of New York, an intelligent fellow-passenger on the Anteus. It will give some idea of the state of feeling on board dur- ing our absence. "Sunday, May 20th. Eleven passengers left the vessel yesterday in a small boat, with the intention of going ashore on the island of Juan Fernandez for fruit and fresh provisions. At first they made but little progress ahead of the ship, but the wind soon fell away entirely, and about noon the boat could not be seen from the mast- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 143 head. Another party of eight passengers prepared to start about two o'clock this morning. The captain, how- ever, was so uneasy at the absence of the other boat, that he refused liberty. Lights were kept buruing in the rig- ging during the night. Toward morning a breeze sprung up. Short sail was carried for fear the boat should at- tempt to reach us and miss her way. At sunrise it was again calm. The islands loomed higher, but nothing could be distinguished. At 11 A.M. a stiff breeze sprang up from the direction of Masatierra, and the day was spent in beating to windward, and straining our eyes in the hope of discerning some traces of our lost comrades. The wind continued to freshen all day. At 8 P.M. the sea was quite rough. No light could be seen on the shore. The captain, who is well acquainted with the isl- and, says if they attempted to land on the south side they would be inevitably swamped, and some or all lost, as the shore is rock-bound, and the only safe landing is on the north side, fifteen miles farther on. The proba- bility is that they were too much exhausted to attempt landing, and night would have fallen before they could have reached the. land at any rate. I am confident in the opinion that they are on the north side of the island, and that they lay all last night on their oars, and landed this morning, too much exhausted to attempt returning the same day. I have great confidence in some of the com- pany ; but to-night gloom is general, and a fearful pre- sentiment seems to rest upon the minds of all that we shall soon have to record a melancholy casualty. "Monday, 21st. The wind this morning is blowing very fresh. We have been all day beating nearer the island. Objects are quite distinct on the south shore. It is very high and nearly barren. Indeed, so steep are the lofty mountain sides that there does not appear to be soil enough adhering to the rocks to support a spire of grass, except near the summits, which are over a thou- sand feet in height where they rise near the water ; and every where, so far as we can see, the shore is rock-bound, 144 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. upon which the surf beats fearfully. They could not be so wild as to attempt landing on this side. To-night the wind blows a gale, and we shall be compelled to await a change before we attempt the windward side. Hopes are getting faint. The distress of those who are most interested in the parties is great. Some of our best men were of the company. In fact, it is a question which has absorbed all others, What has become of the boat ? To- night I have rather congratulated myself that I did not go. To add to our perplexity, the air is becoming thick, and rain is coming on. The clouds hang heavy and dark over the mountains. At nightfall the wind suddenly changes to S.W. The ship is put about, and run for the north side of the island. "May 22d. While I was writing last night, a loud shout called us all in great haste on deck. A light had been discovered on the shore, and hearty cheers ex- pressed the deep anxiety of all, now in a great measure relieved. There was no doubt that they had reached the shore, and that some of the number were surviving. I felt assured that all was right. Signals were set from the rigging, and the vessel lay to during the night. At dawn of day we were twenty miles distant from the isl- and. Made all sail and stood in for the harbor. As we neared the shore, discovered a large ship at anchor, and a brig rounding the western point. Soon after, we dis- tinguished the tiny sail of our lost boat making for the ship. The captain, in order to show a proper resentment for the disobedience of orders, directed that no demon- strations of joy should be made ; and, as they came alongside, they were received in silence." The shades of evening were gathering upon the hori- zon. A murmur of life arose from the decks, but it fell unheeded upon my ear. For now, and for many days and nights in our dreary voyage, there was no life for me but in the past. I felt that my happiest hours were there. Once more I turned to look upon the dim island that CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 145 was fading away in the south. A steady breeze wafted us onward; the sun's last rays yet lingered in the sky; twilight hung upon the ocean, and its gentle spirit " Rendered birth To dim enchantments — melting heaven to earth — Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams." DREAMS AND REALITIES. And was this the last of the island-world ? was it to be in future years a mere dream of the past ? was I never more to behold its wild grottoes and green valleys ? was all the romance of life to fade away with it in the twi- light ? was it, like the cream-colored volume, to reveal enchantments that henceforth could dwell only in the memory ? Fresh, and fair, and wondrous it was in its romantic beauty when the mists were scattered away, and I beheld it for the first time in the glowing light of morning, with the white sea-foam sparkling on its shores, and the birds singing in its groves. How rich the air was with sweet odors ; how varied and changing the colors upon the hill- sides ; how softly steeped in shadows were its glens and woodland slopes — what a world of romance w r as there ! I had pressed its sod with my feet; reveled in its streams ; lived again my early life in its pleasant valleys ; passed some happy hours there with friends from whom I soon must part ; and now, what was it ? A dim cloud G 146 CEUSOE'S ISLAND. on the horizon, sinking in the sea, fading away in the shadows of night. I looked again ; faintly and more faintly still its mountains loomed above the deep. Weary with gazing, I closed my eyes, and for a moment I saw it again ; but it was only in fancy. I looked — and it had passed away ! Was it forever ? "And now the light of many stars Quivered in tremulous softness on the air." Yet not forever is it lost to me ; for often in the busy world I pause and think of that dream-land in the far-off seas, and it rises before me as I saw it in the morning- sun, all rich and strange in its beauty ; and again I wan- der through its romantic vales, and again it brings back pleasant memories of the cream-colored volume ; and as I look once more, startled from my reverie by the hum of life, it fades away as it faded then in the shadows of night, but not forever. Though I never more may be- hold it with mortal eyes, yet I see it where distance can not dim the sight : it hath not passed away forever. PEAK OP TONKA. CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 147 CHAPTER XXIV. CONFIDENTIAL CHAT WITH THE READER. Now that we have finished our ramble together, and formed something of a speaking acquaintance, I hope, my dear reader, that you will not take it amiss if I hold you a moment by the button, and say a word in confi- dence. It has been so long the custom of adventurers to speak now and then about themselves, that I assume the privilege without farther apology. If I have been so fortunate as to inspire you with a friendly interest in my behalf during our pleasant wanderings in the foot- steps of Robinson Crusoe, I am sure you will be glad to learn that it has always been my greatest ambition to prove myself a worthy disciple of that distinguished ad- venturer. In this view I have, as you may have noticed, adhered to simple facts, and carefully avoided every thing that might be regarded in the light of fiction, though the temptation to indulge in occasional touches of romance was very difficult to resist. Indeed, so thoroughly have I striven to become imbued with the true spirit of Cru- soeism, that much which I thought at first a little doubt- ful myself, now seems quite authentic ; and I think, upon the whole, you may rely upon the truthfulness of my narrative. That I was near being lost in an open boat, with ten others, in trying to get ashore on the island of Juan Fernandez, I conscientiously believe ; that we did get ashore, and sleep in caves and straw huts, and climb wonderful mountains, and explore enchanting valleys, I will insist upon to the latest hour of my life ; that I have endeavored faithfully to describe the island as it appear- ed to me, and to give a true and reliable account of its psesent condition, climate, topography, and scenery, I af- firm on the honor and veracity of a traveler ; that in 148 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. every essential particular it has been my aim to present a faithful picture of life in that remote little world, I will swear to on the best edition of Robinson Crusoe : more than that it would be unreasonable to expect. If, how- ever, after this candid avowal, you still insist upon hav- ing a distinct and emphatic declaration in regard to any doubtful point, all I can say is, that, like the man who. CKUSOE'S ISLAND. 149 made a statement concerning the height of a certain horse, I am ready at all hazards to stick to whatever I said. If I spoke of a mountain as three thousand miles high instead of three thousand feet, why, in the name of peace, let it be three thousand miles ; if I killed any sav- ages, I am sorry for it, but they must remain dead — it is impossible to bring them to life now; if I put some of my own ideas into the heads of others, it must have been because I thought them better adapted to the subject than what those heads contained already, and I hold myself responsible for them ; if at any time I imagined myself to be the original and genuine Crusoe, with a man in my service called Friday, I still adhere to it that no Crusoe more certain than he was himself ever existed upon that island ; if, in short, there is any one point upon which I have hazarded the reputation of a veracious chronicler of actual events, or a faithful delineator of strange scenes in nature, I hereby declare that I shall most cheerfully return to Juan Fernandez in an open boat with any ten readers who desire to test the matter by oc- ular demonstration, and thus convince the most skeptic- al that I have not made a single unfounded assertion. And now, in the hope that we may meet again, I wish 150 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. to leave you a trifling souvenir by which to bear me in mind. One of the sailors on board the Anteus was kind enough to make me a suit of clothes out of the goatskins that I bought of Pearce. He made them according to a pattern of my own, which I intend some day or other to introduce in the fashionable circles. I stowed them carefully away in my berth, but the rats took such a fan- cy to them that, by the time I reached California, there was nothing left but the tail of one goat upon which to hang a portrait ; and I regret to say the accompanying sketch, taken from memory, affords but an imperfect conception of the suit as I originally appeared in it. I trust the apparent egotism of smuggling my likeness into print in a suit of goatskins, on the pretext of exhibiting the suit itself, will be excused by the absolute necessity of filling it up with something. At the same time, I must be permitted to observe that the stiffness is in the material, and not in the person of the author. THE AUTHOR A I,A ROBINSON CRUSOE. CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 151 CHAPTER XXV. EAELY VOYAGES TO JUAN FERNANDEZ. The group known as Juan Fernandez consists of two chief and several smaller islands, situated in the Pacific Ocean, about four hundred miles from the coast of Chili, in latitude 33° 40' south, longitude 70° west. These isl- ands were discovered in 1563 by Juan Fernando, a Span- ish navigator, whose name they bear. The largest — ly- ing nearest to the main land — is that which is commonly known by the name of the discoverer ; it is also called Masatierra. The length of this island is about twelve miles, the breadth six or seven. Ninety miles west is the island of Masafuero, so named to distinguish it from Masatierra. Both are composed of lofty mountains ; the harbors are small and unsafe, and the shores, for the most part, are rock-bound. The northern aspect, facing toward the equator, is slightly wooded, and the valleys are fertile ; but the southern side, toward Cape Horn, is entirely barren. There are two or three large rocks included in the group, the chief of which, lying at the • southern extremity of Masatierra, is called Goat Island, from the great number of goats found there. According to the early navigators, it would appear that these islands must have been visited by the Indians of South America long before their discovery by Juan Fernando, but it was probably only for the purpose of fishing and catching seals. The first attempt to form a regular settlement was made by Fernando himself, who, elated by his discovery, and the prospect of colonizing the island, endeavored to obtain a patent from the government at Lima. Failing to receive encouragement from the government, he re- solved upon forming a settlement himself; and he visited 152 CEUSOE'S ISLAND. the island soon after, taking with him some families, with whom he resided there a short time. A few goats, which they carried with them from Lima, speedily stocked the island ; and this is probably the origin of these animals in Juan Fernandez, as no mention is made of their having existed there before. Eventually the colony was broken up by the superior inducements held out to settlers in Chili, which at this time fell under the dominion of the Spaniards ; and the Spanish authorities of Lima still re- fusing to grant a patent to Fernando, he was forced to abandon all hope of forming another and more permanent settlement. For many years subsequently this group was the resort of pirates and buccaneers, who found it convenient, in their cruising in the South Pacific, to touch there for wood and water. Captain Tasman, a Dutch navigator, sailed from Bata- via in 1642, and visited Juan Fernandez in 1643. A translation of his narrative, in Pinkerton's Collection, contains an entertaining account of the island at that period. He dwells enthusiastically upon the advantages of its position, the salubrity of the climate, the fertility of the soil, and strongly urges upon the Dutch East India Company the policy of forming a settlement there, as a • depot for their commerce in the Pacific. Alonzo de Ovalle, a native of Chili, gives, in his His- torical Relajion of the Kingdom of Chili, printed at Rome in 1649, a/very entertaining account of what he says he " found/writ about these islands, in Theodore and John de Bry, in their relation of the voyage of John Scutten." Ringrose, in his account of the voyages of Captain Shai'pe and other buccaneers, mentions that a vessel was cast away here, from which only one man out of the whole ship's company escaped ; and that this man lived five years alone upon this island, before he had any op- portunity of getting away in another vessel. Captain Watlin was chased from Juan Fernandez in 1681 by three Spanish ships. He left on the island a CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 153 Musquito Indian, who was out hunting for goats when the alarm was given, and was unable to reach the shore before the ship got under way and put to sea. This In- dian, according to Dampier, whose nai - rative I quote, " had with him his gun and a knife, with a small horn of powder, and a few shot, which being spent, he con- trived a way, by notching his knife, to saw the barrel of his gun into small pieces, wherewith he made harpoons, lances, hooks, and a long knife, heating the pieces first in the fire, which he struck with his gun-flint, and a piece of the barrel of his gun, which he hardened^ having learned to do that among the English." With such rude instruments as he made in that manner, he procured an abundant supply of provisions, chiefly goats and fish. In 1684, three years after, when Dampier again visited the island, they put out a canoe from the vessel, and went ashore to look for the Musquito man. When they saw him, " he had no clothes left, having worn out those he brought from Watlin's ship, but only a skin about his waist." The scene that ensued is quaintly and touch- ingly described in the simple language of the narrative. " He saw our ship the day before we came to an anchor," says Dampier, " and did believe we were English, and therefore killed two goats in the morning before we came to an anchor, and dressed them with cabbage, to treat us when we came ashore. He came then to the sea-side to congratulate our safe arrival. And when we landed, a Musquito Indian, named Robin, first leaped ashore, and, running to his brother Musquito man, threw him- self flat on his face at his feet, who, helping him up and embracing him, fell flat on his face on the ground at Robin's feet, and was by him taken up also. We stood with pleasure," continues the famous buccaneer, " to be- hold the surprise, and tenderness, and solemnity of this interview, which was exceedingly affectionate on both sides ; and when their ceremonies of civility were over, we also that stood gazing at them drew near, each of us embracing him we bad found here, who was overjovod <; •_• 154 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. to see so many of his old friends, come hither, as he thought, purposely to fetch him." Five Englishmen were left on the island at another time by Captain Davis. After the vessel had sailed, they were attacked by a large body of Spaniards, who landed in one of the bays ; but, in consequence of the fa- cilities for defense afforded by the cliffs, they were ena- bled successfully to maintain their position, although one of the party deserted and joined the Spaniards. They were afterward taken away by Captain Strong, of Lon- don. Captain Woodes Rodgers, commander of the Duke and Duchess, privateers belonging 'to Bristol, visited Juan Fernandez in February, 1709. The original, and perhaps the most authentic account of the adventures of Alexander Selkirk is contained in a very curious and entertaining narrative of the voyage, written by Captain Rodgers himself, from which it appears that when the ships came near the land, a light was discovered, which it was thought must be on board of a ship at anchor. Two French vessels had been cruising in search of Cap- tain Rodgers's vessel, and these vessels they supposed to be lying in wait for them close to the shore. The boats which had started for the shore returned, and prepara- tions were made for action. On the following day, see- ing no vessel there, they went ashore, where they found a man clothed in goatskins, looking, as the narrative says, " wilder than the first owners of them." He had been on the island four years and four months. His name was Alexander Selkirk, a Scotchman, who had been master of the Cinque Ports. Having quarreled with Captain Stradling, under whose command he sailed, he was left ashore at his own request, preferring solitude on an unknown island to the life he led on board this vessel. Before the boat that put him ashore left the beach, he repented of his resolution, and begged to be taken back^again; but his companions cruelly mocked him, and left him to his fate. It was he that made the CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 155 fire which had attracted the attention of the two priva- teers. They took him on board, and, being a good offi- cer, well recommended by Captain Dampier, he was ap- pointed mate on board Captain Rodgers's vessel, and taken to England. The account of his adventures dur- ing his long residence on the island is supposed to have formed the foundation of Robinson Crusoe, the most popular romance ever published in any language. A brief but very curious and graphic narrative of his adven- tures was published in London, soon after his arrival in England, under the quaint title of " Providence display- ed ; or a very surprising Account of one Mr. Alexander Selkirk, Master of a Merchant Man called The Cinque Ports • who, dreaming that the Ship would soon after be lost, he desired to be left on a desolate Island in the South Seas, where he lived Four Years and Four Months without seeing the Face of Man, the ship being after- ward cast away as he dreamed. As also, How he came afterward to be miraculously preserved and redeemed from that fatal Place by two Bristol Privateers, called the Duke and Duchess, that took the rich Acapulco Ship, worth one hundred Ton of Gold, and brought it to Eng- land. To which is added, An Account of his Birth and Education. His desci'iption of the Island where he was cast; how he subsisted; the several strange things he saw ; and how he used to spend his Time. With some pious Ejaculations that he used during his melancholy Residence there. Written by his own Hand, and attest- ed by most of the eminent Merchants upon the Royal Exchange" Quarto, containing twelve pages. Lord Anson visited this island in 1*741 for the purpose of recruiting his ships, after a succession of melancholy disasters in their passage round Cape Horn. An accu- rate topographical survey, and a full and most reliable description of Juan Fernandez, may be found in the nar- rative of that expedition, compiled from Lord Anson's papers, and other materials, by Richard Walter, chap- lain of the Centurion. The stvlo of this delightful nar- 156 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. rative is admirable for its simplicity ; and the informa- tion with which it abounds in regard to the topography, climate, and productions of the island, is perhaps the most authentic of the time. In 1*743 Ulloa visited this group. He gives, among many interesting facts, a curious relation of the origin of the dogs which abound there. " We saw many dogs," he says, " of different species, particularly of the grey- hound kind ; and also a great number of goats, which it is very difficult to come at, artfully keeping themselves among those crags and precipices, where no other animal but themselves can live. The dogs owe their origin to a colony sent thither, not many years ago, by the Presi- dent of Chili and the Viceroy of Peru, in order totally to exterminate the goats, that any pirates or ships of the enemy might not here be furnished with provisions. But this scheme has proved ineffectual, the dogs being incapable of pursuing them among the fastnesses where they live, these animals leaping from one rock to another with surprising agility." Don George Juan touched at Juan Fernandez in 1744, and made several observations of its latitude. Don Joseph Pizarro gives, in his narrative of his voy- ages, an account of a visit a few years later. In 1750 the Spanish government founded a settlement on the principal island, and built a fort for the protection of the harbor. In the following year both the fort and the town were destroyed by a violent earthquake. They were afterward rebuilt farther from the shore, and were in good order and inhabited in 1767, when Carteret vis- ited the island. Soon after the settlement was broken up, and the town and the fortifications were abandoned. The Chilian government established a penal colony on the same spot in 1819, which, according to some author- ities, was discontinued, after repeated efforts to maintain it, on account of its expense ; accordiug to others, in consequence of a terrible earthquake, by which the houses and fortifications were destroyed. CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 157 CillLIE^VNE. When Lord Cochrane visited the island in 1823, as it appears from a synopsis of Ho wel's Life of Selkirk, there were but four men stationed on it, apparently in charge of some cattle. A lady who accompanied Lord Coch- rane gives the following description of its condition and appearance at that time : " The island is the most pictur- esque I ever saw, being composed of high perpendicular rocks, wooded nearly to the top, with beautiful valleys, exceedingly fertile, and watered by copious streams, which occasionally form small marshes. The little val- ley where the town is, or rather was, is exceedingly beautiful. It is full of fruit-trees and flowers, and sweet herbs, now grown wild; near the shore it is covered with radish and sea-side oats. A small fort was situated on the sea-shore, of which there is nothing now visible but the ditches and part of one wall. Another, of con- siderable size for the place, is on a high and command- ing spot. It contained barracks for soldiers, which, as well as the greater part of the fort, are ruined : l>ut the 158 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. flag-staff, front wall, and a turret are still standing ; and at the foot of the flag-staff lies a very handsome brass gun, cast in Spain A. D. 1614. A few houses and cot- tages are still in a tolerable condition, though most of the doors, windows, and roofs have been taken away, or used as fuel by whalers and other ships touching here. In the valleys we found numbers of European shrubs and herbs — ' where once the garden smiled.' And in the half-ruined hedges, which denote the boundaries of former fields, we found apple, pear, and quince trees, with cherries almost ripe. The ascent is steep and rapid from the beach, even in the valleys, and the long grass was dry and slippery, so that it rendered the walk rather fa- tiguing; and we were glad to sit down under a large quince-tree, on a carpet of balm bordered with roses, now neglected, and feast our eyes on the lovely view be- fore us. Lord Anson has not exaggerated the beauty of the place or the delights of the climate. We were rather early for its fruits, but even at this time we have gathered delicious figs, cherries, and pears, that a few days of sun would have perfected. The landing-place is also the watering-place. There a little jetty is thrown out, formed of the beach-pebbles, making a little harbor for boats, which lie there close to the fresh water, which comes conducted by a pipe, so that, with a hose, the casks may be filled without landing with the most deli- cious water. Along the beach some old guns are sunk, to serve as moorings for vessels, which are the safer the nearer in shore they lie, as violent gusts of wind often blow from the mountain for a few minutes. The height of the island is about three thousand feet." " With all its beauties and resources," adds the biog- rapher of Selkirk, " the island seemed destined never to retain those who settled on it ; whether from its isolated position, at so great a distance from the continent, or from some other cause, is uncertain. Not long after Lord Cochran e's visit, however, it received an accession of inhabitants, some of them English, who settled in it under the protection of the Chilian government." CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 159 These islands (Masafuero and Masatierra) have been convulsed by several of those destructive earthquakes which prevail to such an alarming extent on the western coast of South America. In 1*751 and 1835 the destruc- tion was unusually great. The earthquake of 1835 was attended by some remarkable phenomena. An eruption burst from the sea, about a mile from the land, where the water was from fifty to eighty fathoms deep. Smoke and water were ejected during the day, and flames were seen at night. Mr. Richard H. Dana, Jun., who visited Juan Fernan- dez in November, 1835, on his voyage to California, gives, in his admirable narrative (Two Years before the Mast), the following graphic account of its condition at that period : " I was called on deck to stand my watch at about three in the morning, and I shall never forget the peculiar sensation which I experienced on finding myself once more surrounded by land, feeling the night- breeze coming from off" shore, and hearing the frogs and crickets. The mountains seemed almost to hang over us, and, apparently from the very heart of them, there came out, at regular intervals, a loud echoing sound, which affected me as hardly human. We saw no lights, and could hardly account for the sound, until the mate, who had been there before, told us that it was the 'Alerta' of the Spanish soldiers, who were stationed over some convicts, confined in caves nearly half way up the mountain. At the expiration of my watch I went below, feeling not a little anxious for the day, that I might see more nearly, and perhaps tread upon, this ro- mantic, I may almost say classic island. When all hands were called it was nearly sunrise, and between that time and breakfast, although quite busy on board in getting up water-casks, etc., I had a good view of the objects about me. The harbor was nearly land-locked, and at the head of it was a landing-place protected by a small breakwater of stones, upon which two large boats were hauled up, with a sentry standing over them. Near this 160 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. was a variety of huts or cottages, nearly a hundred in number, the best of them built of mud and whitewashed, but the greater part only Robinson Crusoe-like — of posts and branches of trees. The governor's house, as it is called, was the most conspicuous, being large, with grated windows, plastered walls, and roof of red tiles, yet, like all the rest, of only one story. Near it was a small chapel, distinguished by a cross ; and a long, low, brown- looking building, surrounded by something like a pali- sade, from which an old and dingy-looking Chilian flag was flying. This, of course, was distinguished by the title of Presidio. A sentinel was stationed at the chap- el, another at the governor's house, and a few soldiers, armed with bayonets, looking rather ragged, with shoes out at the toes, were sti'olling about among the houses, or waiting at the landing-place for our boat to come ashore." Not long after Mr. Dana's visit this settlement was entirely broken up. The houses and fortifications were destroyed by an earthquake, and the penal establishment was discontinued. From time to time, up to the present date, there have been straggling settlers on this island, but there has been no attempt since 1835 to colonize it permanently until recently. It has been occasionally visited by vessels of different nations for supplies of wood and water, and such vegetable productions as the valleys afford. Amer- ican whalers have found it a very convenient stopping- place in their cruisings on the coast of Chili and Peru ; but of late years, the whales becoming scarce in these seas, they are forced to push their voyages into more re- mote regions. Many still touch there, however, on their way to and from the northern coast. At the time of the writer's visit to Juan Fernandez (May, 1849), the gold excitement had but recently bro- ken out, and vessels bound to California had just com- menced making it a place of resort for refreshments in their outward voyages. Since that period, it is stated in CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 161 the newspapers that an enterprising American has taken the island on lease from the Chilian government, and es- tablished a settlement upon it of a hundred and fifty Tahitians, with the design of cultivating the earth, and furnishing vessels touching there with supplies of fruit and vegetables. CHAPTER XXVI. ALEXANDER SELKIRK AND ROBINSON CRUSOE. It is stated in Howel's life of Selkirk that the singular history of this man (Alexander Selkirk) was soon made known to the public, and immediately after his arrival in London he became an object of curiosity, not only to the people at large, but to those elevated by rank and learn- ing. Sir Richard Steele, some time after, devoted to him an article in the paper entitled " The Englishman," in which he tells the reader that, as Selkirk is a man of good sense, it is a matter of great curiosity to hear him give an account of the different revolutions of his mind during the term of his solitude. "When I first saw him," continues this writer, " I thought, if I had not been let into his character and story, I could have discovered that he had been much separated from company, from his aspect and gesture / there was a strong but cheerful seriousness in his look, and a certain disregard of the or- dinary things around him, as if he had been sunk in thought. In the course of a few months," as it appears by the same writer, "familiar converse with the town had taken off the loneliness of his aspect, and quite alter- ed the expression ofhisfaceP "De Foe's romance of Robinson Crusoe was not pub- lished till the year 1719, when the original facts on which it was founded must have been nearly forgotten. There is no record of any interview having taken place between Selkirk and De Foe, so that it can not be decided wheth- 162 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. er De Foe learned our hero's story from bis own mouth, or from such narratives as those published by Steele and others." On this point a biographer of De Foe remarks : " As- tonishing as was the success of De Foe's romance, it did not deter the curious from attempting to disparage it. The materials, it was said, were either furnished by or surreptitiously obtained from Alexander Selkirk, a mari- ner who had resided for four years on the desert island of Juan Fernandez, and returned to England in 1711. Very probably his story, which then excited considerable interest and attention, did suggest to De Foe the idea of writing his romance ; but all the details and incidents are entirely his own. Most certainly De Foe had ob- tained no papers or written documents from Selkirk, as the latter had none to communicate." Robinson Crusoe, however, can not be considered al- together a work of fiction. Without adhering strictly to the actual adventures of Selkirk, or of the Musquito Indian who preceded him, it gives, in the descriptions of scenery, the mode of providing food, the rude expedi- ents resorted to for shelter against the weather, and all the trials and consolations of solitude, a faithfully-drawn picture from these narratives, and a most truthful and charming delineation of solitary life, with such reflec- tions as the subject naturally suggested. De Foe was the great medium through which the spirit of the whole was fused ; it required the splendor of his genius to pre- serve from oblivion the lessons therein taught — of the advantages of temperance, fortitude, and, above all, an implicit reliance in the wisdom and mercy of the Crea- tor. He presents them in a most fascinating garb, with all the originality of a master-mind ; and it detracts nothing from his credit to say that the pictures are drawn strictly from nature. As Captain Rodgers well observes in his simple nar- rative of the adventures of Selkirk, " One may see by this that solitude and retirement from the world is not CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 153 such an insufferable state of life as most men imagine, especially when people are fairly called or thrown into it unavoidably, as this man was ; who, in all probability, must otherwise have perished in the seas, the ship which left him being cast away not long after, and few of the company escaped. We may perceive by this story that necessity is the mother of invention, since he found means to supply his wants in a very natural mannex-, so as to maintain his life, though not so conveniently, yet as effectually as we are able to do Avith all our arts and so- ciety. It may likewise instruct us how much a plain and temperate way of living conduces to the health of the body and the vigor of the mind, both of which we are apt to destroy by excess and plenty, especially of strong liquor, and the variety as well as the nature of our meat and drink ; for this man, when he came to our ordinary method of diet and life, though he was sober enough, lost much of his strength and agility." De Foe does not, as may be seen by reference to the fourth section of" Robinson Crusoe," lay the scene of his narrative in Juan Fernandez. Robinson starts from the Brazils, where he has been living as a planter, on a voy- age to the coast of Guinea. Driven to the north wai'd along the coast of South America by heavy gales, the captain of the vessel found himself " upon the coast of Guinea, or the north part of Brazil, beyond the River Amazon, toward that of the River Oronoco, commonly called the Great River ; and began to consult with me," says Robinson, " what course he should take, for the ship was leaky and very much disabled, and he was for going directly back to the coast of Brazil. I was posi- tively against that ; and looking over the charts of the sea-coast of America with him, we concluded there was no inhabited country for us to have recourse to till we came within the circle of the Caribbee Islands, and there- fore resolved to stand away for Barbadoes ; which, by keeping off to sea, to avoid the indraught of the Bay or Gulf of Mexico, we might easily perforin, as we* hoped, 164 CRUSOE'S ISLAND. in about fifteen days' sail ; whereas we could not possi- bly make our voyage to the coast of Africa without some assistance both to our ship and ourselves. " "With this design we changed our course, and steered away N.W. by W. in order to reach some of our Eng- lish islands, where I hoped for relief; but our voyage was otherwise determined ; for, being in the latitude of 12° 18', a second storm came upon us, whieh carried us away with the same impetuosity westward, and drove us so out of the very way of all human commerce, that, had our lives been saved as to the sea, we were rather in danger of being devoured by savages than ever return- ing to our own country. "In this distress, tbe wind still blowing very hard, one of our men early in the morning cried out Land! and we had no sooner run out of the cabin to look out, in hopes of seeing whereabouts in the world we were, but the ship struck upon a sand, and in a moment her motion being so stopped, the sea broke over her in such a manner that we expected we should all have perished immediately ; and we were immediately driven into our close quarters to shelter us from the very foam and spray of the sea." It will be seen from the above that Robinson Crusoe was not wrecked on the island of Juan Fernandez. In all probability he never saAV that island. I regret the fact as much as any body can regret it, because I always thought so till I referred more particularly to his his- tory ; but a due regard for truth compels me to give the facts as I find them. " The History of Robinson Crusoe," says the biogra- pher of De Foe, already quoted, "was first published in the year IV 19, and its popularity may be said to have been established immediately, since four editions were called for in about as many months, a circumstance at that time almost unprecedented in the annals of litera- ture. It rarely happens that an author's expectations are surpassed by the success of his work, however aston- CRUSOE'S ISLAND. 165 isliing it may seem to others ; yet perhaps even De Foe himself did not venture to look forward to such a wel- come on the part of the public, after the repulses he had experienced on the part of the booksellers ; for, incredi- ble as it now appears, the manuscript of the work had been offered to, and rejected by, every one in the trade. " The author of Robinson Crusoe would be entitled to a prominent place in the history of our literature even had he never given to the world that truly admirable production ; and yet we may reasonably question wheth- er the name of De Foe would not long ago have sunk into oblitibn, or at least have been known, like those of most of his contemporaries, only to the curious student, were it not attached to a work whose popularity has been rarely equaled — never, perhaps, excelled. Even as it is, the reputation due to the writer has been nearly al- together absorbed in that of his hero, and in the all-en- grossing interest of his adventures : thousands who have read Robinson Crusoe with delight, and derived from it a satisfaction in no wise diminished by repeated perusal, have never bestowed a thought on its author, or, indeed, regarded it in the light of a literary performance. While its fascination has been universally felt, the genius that conceived it, the talent that perfected it, have been gen- erally overlooked, merely because it is so full of nature and reality as to exhibit no invention or exertion on the part of the author, inasmuch as he appears simply to have recorded what actually happened, and consequent- ly only to have committed to paper plain matter of fact, without study or embellishment. We wonder at and are struck with admiration by the powers of Shakspeare or Cervantes ; with regard to De Foe Ave experience no similar feeling : it is not the skill of the artist that en- chants us, but the perfect naturalness of the picture, which is such that we mistake it for a mirror ; so that every reader persuades himself that he could write as well, perhaps better, were he but furnished with the ma- terials for an equally interesting narrative." A DANGEROUS JOURNEY, CHAPTER I. THE CANNIBAL. In the summer of 1849 I had occasion to visit San Luis Obispo, a small town about two hundred and fifty miles south of San Francisco. At that time no steamers touched at the Embarcadera, and but little dependence could be placed upon the small sailing craft that occa- sionally visited that isolated part of the coast. The trail through the Salinas and Santa Marguerita valleys was considered the only reliable route, though even that was not altogether as safe as could be desired. A portion of the country lying between the Old Mission of Soledad and San Miguel was infested by roving bands of Sonora- nians and lawless native Californians. Several drovers, who had started from San Francisco by this route to purchase cattle on the southern ranches, had never reach- ed their destination. It was generally believed that they had been murdered on the way. Indeed, in two instan- ces, this fact was established by the discovery of the mutilated remains of the murdered men. No clew could be obtained to the perpetrators of the deed, nor do I know that any legal measures were taken to find them. At that period the only laws existing were those admin- istered by the alcaldes, under the Mexican system, which had been temporarily adopted in connection with the provisional government established by General Riley. The people generally were too deeply interested in the development of the gold regions to give themselves much 168 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. concern about the condition of other parts of the conn- try, and the chances of bringing criminals to punishment in the southern districts were very remote. illKAGE IJf THE SALINAS VALLEY. My business was connected with the revenue service. A vessel laden with foreign goods had been wrecked on the coast within a short distance of San Luis. It was necessary that immediate official inquiry should be made into the circumstances, with a view of securing payment of duties upon the cargo. I was also charged with a commission to establish a line of post-offices on the land- route to Los Angeles, and enter into contracts for the carrying of the mails. By the advice of some friends in San Francisco, I pur- chased a fine-looking mule recently from the Colorado. ■ A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 109 The owner, a Texan gentleman, assured me that he had never mounted abetter animal ; and, so far as I was capa- ble of judging, the recommendation seemed to be justly merited. I willingly paid him his price — three hundred dollars. Next day, having provided myself with a good pair of blankets, a few pounds of coffee, sugar, and hard bread, and a hunting-knife and tin cup, I bade adieu to my friends and set out on my journey. A tedious voyage of six months around Cape Horn had given me a peculiar relish for shore-life. There was something veiy pleasant in the novelty of the scenery and the inspiring freshness of the air. The rush of emigrants from all parts of the world ; the amusing scenes along the road ; the free, so- cial, and hopeful spirit which prevailed among all classes; the clear, bright sky, and wonderful richness of coloring that characterized the atmosphere, all contributed to pro- duce the most agreeable sensations. It was a long and rather hazardous journey I had undertaken, and it would doubtless be very lonesome after passing San Jose ; but the idea of depending solely on my own resources, and becoming, in some sort, an adventurer in an almost un- known country, had something in it irresistibly captiva- ting to one of my roving disposition. I had traveled through Texas under nearly similar circumstances, and enjoyed many pleasant recollections of the trip. There is a charm about this wild sort of life, the entire freedom from restraint, the luxury of fresh air, the camp under the trees, with a bright fire and a canopy of stars over- head, that, once experienced, can never be forgotten. Nothing of importance occurred till the evening of the fourth day. I met crowds of travelers all along the road, singing and shouting in sheer exuberance of spirit; and not unfrequently had some very pleasant and congenial company, bound either to the mines or in search of va- cant government land for the location of claims. The road through the valleys of Santa Clara and San Jose Avas perfectly enchanting, winding through oak groves, and fields of wild oats and flowers ; and nothing could H 170 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. ' exceed the balnriness of the air. Indeed, the whole coun- try seemed to me more like a succession of beautiful parks, in which each turn of the road might bring in view some elegant mansion, with sweeping lawns in front, and graceful ladies mounted on palfreys, than a rude and un- civilized part of the world hitherto almost unknown. I stopped a night at San Jose, where I was most hos- pitably received by the alcalde, an American gentleman of intelligence, to whom I had a letter of introduction. Next day, after a pleasant ride of forty-five miles, I reach- ed the Mission of San Juan, one of the most eligibly lo- cated of all the old missionary establishments. It was now in a state of decay. The vineyards were but par- tially cultivated, and the secos, or ditches for the irriga- tion of the land, were entirely dry. I got some .very good pears from the old Spaniard in chai-ge of the mis- sion — a rare luxury after a long sea-voyage. The only tavern in the place was the " United States," kept by an American and his wife in an old adobe house, originally a part of the missionary establishment. Having secured accommodations for my mule, I took up my quarters for the night at the " United States." The woman seemed to be the principal manager. Perhaps I might have no- ticed her a little closely, since she was the only white woman I had enjoyed the opportunity of conversing with for some time. It was very certain, however, that she struck me as an uncommon person — tall, raw-boned, sharp, and masculine — with a wild and piercing expres- sion of eye, and a smile singularly startling and unfemi- nine. I even fancied that her teeth were long and point- ed, and that she resembled a picture of an ogress I had seen when a child. The man was a subdued and melan- choly-looking person, presenting no particular trait of character in his appearance save that of general aban- donment to the influence of misfortune. His dress and expression impressed me with the idea that he had ex- perienced much trouble, without possessing that strong- power of recuperation so common among American ad- venturers in California. A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 171 It would scarcely be worth while noticing these casu- al acquaintances of a night, since they have nothing to do with my narrative, but for the remarkable illustration they afford of the hardships that were encountered at that time on the emigrant routes to California. In the course of conversation with the man, I found that he and his Avife were among the few survivors of a party whose terrible sufferings in the mountains during the past win- ter had been the theme of much comment in the news- papers. He did not state — what I already knew from the published narrative of their adventures — that the woman had subsisted for some time on the dead body of a child belonging to one of the party. It was said that the man had held out to the last, and refused to partici- pate in this horrible feast of human flesh. So strangely impressive was it to be brought in direct contact with a fellow-being, especially of the gentler sex, who had absolutely eaten of human flesh, that I could not but look upon this woman with a shudder. Her suf- ferings had been intense; that was evident from her marked and weather-beaten features. Doubtless she had struggled against the cravings of hunger as long as rea- son lasted. But still the one terrible act, whether the re- sult of necessity or insanity, invested her with a repellant atmosphere of horror. Her very smile struck me as the gloating expression of a cannibal over human blood. In vain I struggled against this unchristian feeling. "Was it right to judge a poor creature whose great misfortune was perhaps no offense against the laws of nature ? She might be the tenderest and best of women — I knew noth- ing of her history. It was a pitiable case. But, after all, she had eaten of human flesh ; there was no getting over that. When I sat down to supper this woman was obliging enough to hand me a plate of meat. I was. hungry, and tried to eat it. Every morsel seemed to stick in my throat. I could not feel quite sure that it was what it seemed to be. The odor even disgusted me. Nor could 172 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. I partake of the bread she passed to me with any more relish. It was probably made by her hands — the same hands that had torn the flesh from a corpse and passed the reeking shreds to her mouth. The taint of an imag- inary corruption was upon it. The room allotted to me for the night was roughly furnished, as might reasonably be expected ; but, apart from this, the bedding was filthy ; and, in common with every thing about the house, the slatternly appearance of the furniture did not tend to remove the unpleasant impression I had formed of my hostess. Whether ow- ing to the vermin, or an unfounded suspicion that she might become hungry during the night, I slept but little. The picture of the terrible ogress that I had seen when a child, and the story of the little children which she had devoured, assumed a fearful reality, and became strangely mingled in my dreams with this woman's face. I was glad when daylight afforded me an excuse to get up and take a stroll in the fresh air. CHAPTER II. THE MIRAGE. After an early breakfast, I mounted my mule and pur- sued my journey over the pass of the San Juan. The view from the summit was magnificent. Beyond a range of sand-hills toward the right stretched the great Pacific. Ridges of mountains, singularly varied in outline, swept down in front into the broad valley of the Salinas. The pine forests of Monterey and Santa Cruz were dimly per- ceptible in the distance; and to the left was a wilder- ness of rugged cliffs, as far as the eye could reach, weird and desolate as a Cape Horn sea suddenly petrified in the midst of a storm. Descending through a series of beautiful little valleys clothed in a golden drapery of wild oafes, and charmingly diversified with groves of oak l'ASS OF SAN JUAN. !74 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. and sycamore, and rich shrubbery of ceonosa, hazel, and wild grape, I at length entered the great valley of the Salinas, nine miles from the Mission of San Juan. At that time innumerable herds of cattle covered the rich pastures of this magnificent valley ; and although there are still many to be seen there, the number has been greatly reduced during the last ten years. A large por- tion of the country bordering on the Salinas River, as far south as the Mission of Soledad, has been cut up iuto small ranches and farms; and thriving settlements and extensive fields of grain are now to be seen where for- merly ranged wild bands of cattle, mustang, and innu- merable herds of antelope. Turning to the southward, and keeping in view the two great ranges of mountains which were the chief landmarks in former times, the scene that lay outspread before me resembled rather some wild region of enchant- ment than any thing that could be supposed to exist in a material world — so light and hazy were the distant mountains, so vaguely mingled the earth and sky, so rich and fanciful the atmospheric tints, and so visionary the groves that decorated the plain. Never before had I witnessed the mirage in the full perfection of its beauty. The whole scene was transformed into a series of mag- nificent optical illusions, surpassing the wildest dreams of romance. Points of w T oodland, sweeping from the base of the mountains far into the valley, were reflected in mystic lakes. Herds of cattle loomed up on the sur- face of the sleeping waters like miniature fleets of vessels with variegated sails. Mounds of yellow sand, rising a little above the level of the plain, had all the effect of rich Oriental cities, with gorgeous palaces of gold, mosques, and minarets, and wondrous temples glittering with jew- els and precious stones. Bands of ant elope coursed grace- fully over the foreground ; but so light and vaguely de- fined were their forms that they seemed rather to sail through the air than touch the earth. By .the illusory process of the refraction, they appeared to sweep into the itifflii^ ; m i-ii'l-'illl'niU^Mni^nilJilJ^^fjjlfr.i.^ViitliMViilMVi ■ 176 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. lakes and assume the forms of aerial boats, more fanciful and richly colored than the caiques of Constantinople. Birds, too, of snowy plumage, skimmed over the silvery waste ; and islands that lay sleeping in the glowing light were covered with myriads ol* water-fowl. A solitary vulture, sitting upon the carcass of some dead animal a VULTURE IN THE MIKACiE. few hundred yards off, loomed into the form of a fabu- lous monster of olden times, with a gory head, and a beak that opened as if to swallow all within his reach. These A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 177 wonderful features in the scene were continually chang- ing : the lakes disappeared with their islands and fleets, and new lakes, with still stranger and more fantastic illu- sions, merged into existence out of the rarefied atmos- phere. Thus hour after hour was I beguiled on my way through this mystic region of enchantment. Toward evening I reached the Saliuas River, where I stopped to rest and water my mule. A Spanish vaquero, whom I found under the trees enjoying the siesta to which that race are addicted, informed me that it was "Dos leguos, poco mas o meno" to Soledad. As he lived there, he would show me the way. It was inhabited by the Sobranis family, and they owned sixteen square leagues of land and " muchos granada." This much I contrived to understand ; but when I handed the vaque- ro a fine Principe cigar, and he took a few whiffs and became eloquent, I entirely lost the train of his observa- tions. It is possible he may have been reciting a poem on pastoral life. At all events, we jogged along very so- ciably, and in something over an hour reached the mis- sion. A more desolate place than Soledad can not well be imagined. The old church is partially in ruins, and the adobe huts built for the Indians are roofless, and the walls tumbled about in shapeless piles. Not a tree or shrub is to be seen any where in the vicinity. The ground is bare, like an open road, save in front of the main building (formerly occupied by the priests), where the carcasses and bones of cattle are scattered about, presenting a disgusting spectacle. But this is a common sight on the Spanish ranches. Too lazy to carry the meat very far, the rancheros generally do their butcher- ing in front of the door, and leave the Indians and buz- zards to dispose of the offal. A young Spaniard, one of the proprietors, was the only person at home, with the exception of a few dirty Indians who were lying about the door. He received me rather coldly, as I thought, and took no concern H2 9 iSgJUi A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 179 whatever about my mule. I learned afterward that this family had been greatly imposed upon by travelers pass- ing northward to the mines, who killed their cattle, stole their corn, stopped of nights and wA away without paying any thing. At first they freely entertained all who came along in the genuine style of Spanish hospital- ity ; but, not content with the kind treatment bestowed upon them, their rough guests seldom left the premises without carrying away whatever they could lay hands upon. This naturally embittered them against strangers, and of course I had to bear my share of the ill feeling manifested toward the traveling public. It was not long, however, before I discovered a key to my young- host's good graces. He was strumming on an old gui- tar when I arrived, and soon resumed his solitaiy amuse- ment, not seeming disposed to respond to my feeble at- tempts at his native language, but rather enjoying the idea of drawing himself into the doleful sphere of his own music. As soon as a favorable opportunity occur- red, I took the guitar, and struck up such a lively song of "The Frogs that tried to Come it, but couldn't get a Chance," that the cadaverous visage of my host gradual- ly relaxed into a smile, then into a broad grin, and at the climax he absolutely laughed. It was all right. Music had soothed the savage breast. Sobranis was conquered. He immediately directed the vaquero to see to my ani- mal, and set to work and got me an excellent supper of tortillas and frijoles, jerked beef and oja; after which he insisted upon learning the song of the Frog, which of course I was obliged to teach him. So passed the hours till late bedtime. Notwithstanding the fleas, which abounded in overwhelming numbers, I contrived to sleep soundly. Next morning, after a good breakfast of cof- fee, tortillas, jerked beef, etc., as before, I mounted my mule and proceeded on my journey, much to the regret of Sobranis, who positively refused to accept a cent for the accommodations he had aflbrded me. 180 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. CHAPTER III. A DEATH-STRUGGLE. In the vicinity of the sea-shore, and as far inland as Soledad, the temperature was delightfully cool and brac- ing; but beyond the first turning-point of mountains to the southward a marked change was perceptible. Al- though the sun was not more than two hours high, the heat was intense. The rich black soil, which had been thoroughly saturated with the winter rains, was now baked nearly as hard as stone, and was cracked open in deep fissures, rendering the trail in some places quite dif- ficult even for the practiced feet of the mule. Every thing like vegetation was parched to a crisp with the scorching rays of the sun. The bed of the river was quite dry, and no sign of moisture was visible for many miles. The rich fields of wild oats were no longer to be seen, but dried and cracking wastes of wild mustard, sage-weed, and bunch grass. In some places deserts of sand, without a particle of vegetation, and incrusted with saline deposits, stretched along the base of the mount- ains as far as the eye could reach. The glare on these plains of alkali (as they were commonly called) was ab- solutely blinding. Toward noon, so intense was the heat, I thought it impossible to endure it another hour. A dry, hot cloud of dust rose from the parched earth, and hung around me like the fiery breath of an oven. Neither tree nor shrub was to be seen any where along the wayside. As I toiled wearily along, scarcely able to get my mule out of a walk, I thought of Denham and Clapperton, the brothers Lander, Mungo Park, and all the great African explorers, and wondered how they could have endured for weeks and months what I found it so hard to bear for a few hours. There was no re- A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 181 spite ; nothing in the world to alleviate the burning heat ; not even a stunted shrub to creep under. And yet, thought I, this is but a flash in the pan to the des- erts of Africa. Not that the heat is more intense there ; for I believe it is admitted that the thermometer rises higher in California than in any other part of the world. I have known it to be 130° Fahrenheit in the mines, and have been told that in the gulches of some of the foot- hills of4he Sierra Nevada it has been known to reach 150°. The official table published by Congress shows that the maximum heat at Fort Miller is 118°, while at Fort Yuma, on the Colorado, it does not exceed 110°. In the narrative of the voyages of Lord Anson, written by his chaplain, it is conceded that the heat is greater in California, owing to local causes, than at any known point between the tropics. But very different is it in Africa, or any tropical country, in this respect — that the climate of California is never oppressive, whatever may be the temperature. The nights are delightfully cool, and the mornings peculiarly fresh and bracing. Hence the suffering from heat is never protracted beyond a few hours. At all events, not to go into any farther disser- tation upon climate, I found it quite warm enough on the present occasion, and would have been very glad to ac- cept the loan of an umbrella had any body been at hand to offer it to me. About an hour before sunset, as I was riding slowly along, enjoying the approaching shades of evening, I dis- covered for the first time that my mule was lame. I had traveled very leisurely on account of the heat, making not over thirty miles. The nearest watei*, as the young Spaniard, Sobranis, had informed me, was at a point yet distant about five miles. I saw that it was necessary to hurry, and began to spur my mule in the hope of being able to reach this camping place ; but I soon perceived that the poor animal was not only lame, but badly found- ered — at least it seemed so then, though my convictions on that point were somewhat shaken by what subse- 182 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. quently occurred. I bad succeeded, after considerable spurring, in getting him into a lope, when be suddenly stumbled and threw me over bis head. Tbe shock of the fall stunned me for a few moments, but fortunately I was not hurt. I must have turned a complete somer- sault. As soon as consciousness returned I found that I was lying on my back in the middle of tbe road, tbe mule quietly grazing within ten feet. I got up a little bewildered, shook oif some of the dust, and started to regain tbe bridle ; but, to my great surprise, the mule put back his ears, kicked up his heels, and ran off at a rate of speed that I deemed a foundered animal entirely incapable of achieving. There was not the slightest symptom of lameness in his gait. He " loped" as freely as if he had just begun his journey. In vain I shouted and ran after him. Sometimes he seemed absolutely to enjoy my helpless condition, and would permit me to ap- proach within two or three feet, but never to get hold of the bridle. Every attempt of that kind he resented by whirling suddenly and kicking at me with both heels, so that once or twice it was a miracle how I escaped. For the first time since morning, notwithstanding the heat of the day, my skin became moist. A profuse sweat broke out all over me, and I was parched with a burning thirst. It was thirty miles from Soledad, the nearest inhabited place that I knew of, and even if I felt disposed to turn back it would have been at great risk and inconvenience. My blankets, coat, pistol, and pa- pers — the whole of incalculable importance to me — were firmly strapped behind the saddle, and there was no way of getting at them without securing the mule. Upon re- flection, it seemed best to follow him to the watering- place. He must be pretty thirsty after his hard day's journey in the sun, and would not be likely to pass that. I therefore walked on as fast as possible, keeping the mule as near in the trail as bis stubborn nature would permit. It was not without difficulty, however, that I could discern the right trail, for it was frequently in- A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 183 tersected by others, and occasionally became lost in patches of sand and sage-brush. In this way, with considerable toil, . I had advanced about two miles, when I discovered that a large band of Spanish cattle, which had been visible for some time in the distance, began to close in toward the line of my route, evidently with the intention of cutting me off. Their gestures were quite hostile enough to inspire a sol- itary and unarmed footman with uneasiness. A fierce- looking bull led the way, followed by a lowing regiment of stags, steers, and cows, crowding one upon the other in their furious charge. As they advanced, the leader occasionally stopped to tear up the earth and shake his horns ; but the mass kept crowding on, their tails switch- ing high in the air, and uttering the most fearful bellow- ing, while they tossed their horns and stared wildly, as if in mingled rage and astonishment. I had heard too much of the wild cattle of California, and their hostility toward men on foot at this season of the year, not to be- come at once sensible of my dangerous position. The nearest tree was half a mile to the left, on the margin of a dry creek. There was a grove of small oaks winding for some distance along the banks of the creek ; but between the spot where I stood and this place of se- curity scattering bands of cattle were grazing. How- ever, there was no time to hesitate upon a choice of diffi- culties. Two or three hundred wild cattle rushing furi- ously toward one in an open plain assist him in coming to a very rapid conclusion. I know of no position in which human strength is of so little avail — the tremen- dous aggregation of brute force opposed to one feeble pair of arms seems so utterly irresistible. I confess in- stinct lent me a helping hand in this emergency. Scarce- ly conscious of the act, I ran with all my might for the nearest tree. The thundering of heavy hoofs after me, and the furious bellowing that resounded over the plain, spread a contagion among the grazing herds on the way, and with one accord they joined in the chase. It is in 184 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. no spirit of boastfulness that I assert the fact, but I cer- tainly made that half mile in as few minutes as ever the same distance was made by mortal man. When I reach- ed the tree I looked back. The advance body of the cattle were within a hundred yards, bearing down in a whirlwind of dust. I lost no time in making my retreat secure. As the enemy rushed in, tearing up the earth and glaring at me with their fierce, wild eyes, I had gained the fork of the tree, about six feet from the ground, and felt very thankful that I was beyond their reach. Still there was something fearful in being block- aded in such a place for the night. An intolerable thirst parched my throat. The effects of the exertion were scarcely perceptible at first, but as I regaiued my breath it seemed impossible to exist an hour longer without wa- ter. In this valley the climate is so intensely dry during the summer heats that the juices of the system are quick- ly absorbed, and the skin becomes like a sheet of parch- ment. My head felt as if compressed in a band of iron ; my tongue was dry and swollen. I would have given all I possessed, or ever hoped to possess, for a single glass of water. While in this position, with the prospect of a dreaiy night before me, and suffering the keenest physical an- guish, a very singular circumstance occurred to relieve me of farther apprehension respecting the cattle, though it suggested a new danger for which I was equally un- prepared. A fine young bull had descended the bed of the creek in search of a water-hole. While pushing his way through the bushes he was suddenly attacked by a grizzly bear. The struggle was terrific. I could see the tops of the bushes sway violently to and fro, and hear the heavy crash of drift-wood as the two powerful ani- mals writhed in their fierce embrace. A cloud of dust •rose from the spot. It was not distant over a hundred yards from the tree in which I had taken refuge. Scarce- ly two minutes elapsed before the bull broke through the bushes. His head was covered with blood, and A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. ' 185 great flakes of flesh hung from his fore shoulders ; but, instead of manifesting signs of defeat, he seemed literally to glow with defiant rage. Instinct had taught him to seek an open space. A more splendid specimen of an animal I never saw ; lithe and wiry, yet wonderfully massive about the shoulders, combining the rarest quali- ties of strength and symmetry. For a moment he stood glaring at the bushes, his head erect, his eyes flashing, his nostrils distended, and his whole form fixed and rig- id. But scarcely had I time to glance at him when a huge bear, the largest and most formidable I ever saw in a wild state, broke through the opening. A trial of brute force that baffles description now en- sued. Badly as I had been treated by the cattle, my sympathies were greatly in favor of the bull, which seemed to me to be much the nobler animal of the two. He did not wait to meet the charge, but, lowering his head, boldly rushed upon his savage adversary. The grizzly was active and wary. He no sooner got within reach of the bull's horns than he seized them in his pow- erful grasp, keeping the head to the ground by main strength and the tremendous weight of his body, Avhile he bit at the nose with his teeth, and raked stripes of flesh from the shoulders with his hind paws. The two animals must have been of very nearly equal weight. On the one side there was the advantage of superior agility and two sets of weapons — the teeth and claws ; but on the other, greater powers of endurance and more inflexible courage. The position thus assumed was main- tained for some time — the bull struggling desperately to free his head, while the blood streamed from his nostrils — the bear straining every muscle to drag him to the ground. No advantage seemed to be gained on either side. The result of the battle evidently depended on the merest accident. As if by mutual consent, each gradually ceased strug- gling, to regain breath, and as much as five minutes must have elapsed while they were locked in this motionless A mi EL A LA MORT A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 187 but terrible embrace. Suddenly the bull, by one desper- ate effort, wrenched his head from the grasp of his ad- versary, and retreated a few steps. The bear stood up to receive him. I now watched with breathless interest, for it was evident that each animal had staked his life upon the issue of the conflict. The cattle from the sur- rounding plains had crowded in, and stood moaning and bellowing around the combatants ; but, as if withheld by terror, none seemed disjjosed to interfere. Rendered fu- rious by his wounds, the bull now gathered up all his energies, and charged with such impetuous force and ferocity that the bear, despite the most terrific blows with his paws, rolled over in the dust, vainly struggling to defend himself. The lunges and thrusts of the former were perfectly furious. At length, by a sudden and well-directed motion of his head, he got one of his horns under the bear's belly, and gave it a rip that brought out a clotted mass of entrails. It was apparent that the battle must soon end. Both were grievously wounded, and neither could last much longer. The ground was torn up and covered with blood for some distance around, and the panting of the struggling animals be- came each moment heavier and quicker. Maimed and gory, they fought with the desperate certainty of death — the bear rolling over and over, vainly striking out to avoid the fatal horns of his adversary — the bull ripping, thrusting, and tearing with irresistible ferocity. At length, as if determined to end the conflict, the bull drew back, lowered his head, and made one tremen- dous charge ; but, blinded by the blood that trickled down his forehead, he missed his mark, and rolled head- long on the ground. In an instant the bear whirled and was upon him. Thoroughly invigorated by the prospect of a speedy victory, he tore the flesh in huge masses from the ribs of his prostrate foe. The two rolled over and over in the terrible death-struggle ; nothing was now to be seen save a heaving, gory mass, dimly perceptible through the dust. A few minutes would certainly have 188 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. terminated the bloody strife,- so far as my favorite was concerned, when, to my astonishment, I saw the bear re- lax in his efforts, roll over from the body of his prostrate foe, and drag himself feebly a few yards from the spot. His entrails had burst entirely through the wound in his belly, and now lay in long strings over the ground. The next moment the bull was on his legs, erect and fierce as ever. Shaking the blood from his eyes, he looked around, and seeing the reeking mass before him, lowered his head for the final and most desperate charge. In the death-struggle that ensued both animals seemed anima- ted by supernatural strength. The grizzly struck out wildly, but with such destructive energy that the bull, upon drawing back his head, presented a horrible and ghastly spectacle ; his tongue, a mangled mass of shreds, hanging from his mouth, his eyes torn completely from their sockets, and his Avhole face stripped to the bone. On the other hand, the bear was ripped completely open, and writhing in his last agonies. Here it was that in- domitable courage prevailed ; for, blinded and maimed as he was, the bull, after a momentary pause to regain his wind, dashed wildly at his adversary again, determ- ined to be victorious even in death. A terrific roar es- caped from the dying grizzly. With a last frantic efibrt he sought to make his escape, scrambling over and over in the dust. But his strength was gone. A few more thrusts from the savage victor, and he lay stretched upon the sand, his muscles quivering convulsively, his huge body a resistless mass. A clutching motion' of the claws — a groan — a gurgle of the throat, and he was dead. The bull now raised his bloody crest, uttered a deep bellowing sound, shook his horns triumphantly, and slow- ly walked off, not, however* without turning every few steps to renew the struggle if necessary. But his last battle was fought. As the blood streamed from his wounds a death-chill came over him. He stood for some time, unyielding to the last, bracing himself up, his legs apart, his head gradually drooping ; then dropped on his A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 189 fore knees and lay down ; soon his head rested upon the ground ; his body became motionless ; a groan, a few convulsive respirations, and he too, the noble victor, was dead. During this strange and sanguinary struggle, the cat- tle, as I stated before, had gathered in around the com- batants. The most daring, as if drawn toward the spot by the smell of blood or some irresistible fascination, formed a circle within twenty or thirty yards, and gazed at the murderous work that w r as going on with startled and terror-stricken eyes ; but none dared to join in the defense of their champion. No sooner was the battle ended, and the victor and the vanquished stretched dead upon the ground, than a panic seized upon the excited multitude, and by one accord they set up a wild bellow- ing, switched their tails in the air, and started off at full speed for the plains. CHAPTER IV. THE OUTLAWS' CAMP. It was now nearly dark. The impressive scene I had just witnessed, and in which I had become so absorbed as to lose all consciousness of danger, now forcibly re-" minded me that this was not a safe place of retreat for the night. I descended from the tree, seeing all clear, and hurried out toward the edge of the plain, where I discovered a trail leading down parallel with the creek. The water-hole I knew must be on this creek, for there was no other in sight. It could not be more than two or three miles distant, and there was yet sufficient light to enable me to keep within range of the bushes on the left. I walked on rapidly for nearly an hour, sometimes stumbling into the deep fissures which had been made in the ground by the heat of the sun, and often obliged to descend deep arroyas and seek for some time before I 190 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. could find an outlet on the other side ; but in the course of an hour I was rejoiced to see a point of woodland jutting into the plain, not over a few hundred yards dis- tant, in the midst of which there was the glimmer of a fire. I say rejoiced, for certainly that was the first sensa- tion ; but in approaching the light I could not but think of the savage character of the country, and the probabil- ity of meeting with company here as little to my liking as any I had yet encountered. This part of the Salinas was entirely out of the range of civilization ; neither miners nor settlers had yet intruded upon these dreary solitudes ; and the chances were greatly in favor of meet- ing a party of Sonoranian desperadoes or outlawed Cali- fornians. Yet what inducement could I present for rob- bery or murder in such a destitute plight ? Without coat, blankets, pistol, or property of any kind except a watch concealed in the fob of my pantaloons — even with- out money ; for what little I owned, not over forty or fifty dollars, was contained in a leather purse in the pock- et of my coat — of what avail would it be to molest me ? If plunder should be an object, they must already be in possession of all I had. These considerations somewhat allayed my apprehen- sions ; and, at all events, I saw no alternative but to keep on. As I descended from the plain into the oak grove bordering upon the bed of the creek, I observed that there were only two men in camp. From their costume — the common blue shirts, pantaloons, and rough boots of ordinary travelers on the way to the mines — I judged them to be Americans. Nor was I mistaken. The very first word I heard spoken was an oath, which it is un- necessary for me to repeat. " I say, Griff," said one, in a coarse, brutal voice, " if he comes don't you budge. He'll be here certain." " Jack," replied the man addressed, " you've done enough of that. You'd better hold up a while, that's my opinion." A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 191 The other laughed; not a joyous laugh of natural mirth lulu ess, but something resembling a chuckling sneer that was horribly repelling. An instinctive feeling prompted me to retrace my steps and strike out for the Mission of Soledad. Without well knowing why, I was impressed with an irresistible conviction that the spirit of sin brooded over this camp. Acting upon the im- pulse of the moment, I turned to retreat while yet undis- covered, when a man emerged from the bushes a little below, and called out sharply, " Who's that ? Answer quick, or you're a dead man !" I answered at once, "An American — a friend. Don't shoot ! It's all right !" I then advanced into the camp, where I was greeted with an uneasy and suspicious stare, very much unlike any reception I had ever met with before from a party of. countrymen. There was either distrust or disap- pointment in their looks, probably both. The party con- sisted of three men, two of whom, were standing by the fire cooking a piece of venison, while the third, who had hailed me from the bushes, seemed to have been on the look-out. The man called "Jack" — he who had first spoken — was a swarthy, thick-set fellow, about thirty years of age, with a bull neck, a coarse black beard, and heavy sun -burned mustache. His eyes were overhung by bushy brows, and were of a cold, stony color and very deeply set, giving him an appearance of peeping out fur- tively from a chaparral of brush. A shock of black mat- ted hair covered his head ; his hands were begrimed with dirt, and his dress was ragged, greasy, and stained with blotches of filth and blood. On his feet he wore a pair of coarse heavy boots, out at the toes, in the legs of which his pantaloons were carelessly thrust, giving him a peculiarly slovenly and blackguard air. A belt around his waist, with a revolver and knife, and a leather pouch for balls and patching, completed his costume and trap- pings. I instinctively recoiled from this man. His i^^^i^ A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 193 whole expression — his voice, manner, dress, and all — pro- nounced him a coarse and unmitigated villain. There was not a single redeeming point about him that I could discover. Hard, crafty, and cruel, profane, filthy, and brutal, his character was patent at a glance. If he was not intrinsically bad, nature had grievously belied him. The other, to whom this fellow had addressed his re- marks when 1 first heard their voices, and who was call- ed "GrhT," was apparently somewhat younger, though rough and weather-beaten, as if he had been much ex- I 194 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. posed. His form was gaunt and athletic, and his height over six feet. There was something very sad in the ex- pression of his face, which was well chiseled, and not destitute of a certain quality of rough, manly beauty. A prominent nose ; firm and compressed lips ; a square projecting chin, evincing firmness, and a liquid blue eye, with a mingled expression of gentleness and determina- tion ; deep furrows, tending downward from the corners of his mouth ; long waving hair, and a light mustache, gave him something of a heroic cast of countenance, which, but for an appearance of general recklessness, would have redeemed him under all the disadvantages of ragged clothes and evil associations. Yet I felt at once interested in this man. He seemed embarrassed as I scanned his features, apparently struggling with some natural impulse of politeness, which prompted him to of- fer me a more kindly welcome than his comrades had bestowed upon me ; but, if such an impulse moved him, it was speedily checked. He drew his hat over his brow, and resumed his occupation at the fire without saying a word. Still, even his silence was not unfriendly. The third of this strange party was a lithe, wiry man, not over five feet eight in height, but compact and not ungracefully formed. He was apparently much older than either of the others. To look upon him once was to receive an impression of evil that could never be ef- faced. His countenance was the most repellent I had ever seen, far surpassing that of the man "Jack" in cool, crafty malignity. I could readily imagine that this was the leader in all that required subtlety, intellect, and skill. His forehead was high and narrow ; his eyes closely set together, black, and of piercing brilliancy ; his features sharp and mobile ; but it was his mouth that more than all gave him the distinguishing expression of cruelty and- cunning. A sardonic smile continually played upon his thin, bloodless lips. Every muscle seemed under perfect control. It might well be said of this man that "He could smile, and smile, and be a villain still," A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 195 for villainy lurked in every feature. Yet he was not de- ficient in a certain air of personal neatness to which the other two had no pretensions. His jet-hlack hair was closely cut, and his face quite destitute of beard, and of that peculiar leaden color which indicates a long career of dissipation. In his dress he was even slightly foppish ; wore a green cassimere hunting-jacket, with brass but- tons; a white shirt, a breast-pin, and a pair of check pan- taloons. His fingers were adorned with rings, and a watch-guard hung from his neck. The hilt of a bowie- knife, ornamented with silver, protruded from under the breast of his vest, and a revolver hung from a belt around his waist. In his motions he was quick, supine, and noiseless. Something of the basilisk there was about this man— something bi'illiant and glossy, as if he shone with a peculiar light. I fancied I had seen gamblers like him in New Orleans, fierce yet wary men, accustomed to play at hazardous games; glossy outside and of fascina- ting suavity, but corrupt to the core. Even his green coat added to the illusion ; it fitted him so neatly, and seemed so like the natural slimy skin of a poisonous rep- tile. It was evident this was no ordinary adventurer. His manner was that of a man of the world ; he had seen much, and he knew much, mostly of evil I fancied, for all that was about him was essentially bad. A certain def- erence toward him was perceptible in the manner of the other two men, especially in that of the thick-set fellow called Jack, who lost much of his bravado air when " the Colonel" spoke, for such was the title accorded to the last-named of the party. The Colonel was pleased to scan me very closely for some moments before he opened his lips. When he spoke I was astonished at the change in his voice, which, when I first heard it, was sharp and hard. It was now wonderfully soft and silky. "Sir," said he, blandly, "you seem to have lost your way. Have you walked far ?" " Not very," was my answer. " Only five miles. My 7nule threw me and ran awav. I was unable to catch 196 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. him, and thought probably he had made his way to this pool of water. Have you seen him? — a large brown mule, Avith a roll of blankets and a coat fastened to the saddle?" The Colonel smiled pleasantly. " I see, friend, you are not accustomed to traveling in this rough style. Your mule has doubtless gone back to his old quarters, wherever you got him. A mule nev- er goes farther in a new direction than he can help." "But I saw him start for this point. He was very thirsty, I know ; and, besides, he came from the Colorado not over a month ago. His course would naturally be to the southward if he desired to return to his old quar- ters." "Very likely," said the Colonel, quietly : " it may be the same mule I sold to a gentleman from Texas down there about that time." "Yes — I bought him from a Texan. It must be the same," I answered, glad to find some clew, however re- mote, to the object of my search. The Colonel smiled again, and expressed his regret that it was not the nature of that mule to go in the di- rection of the Colorado. The fare for mules in that re- gion was rather dry ; and the animal in question had a very keen appreciation of good fare. At all events, no such mule had been seen here — " unless, perhaps, you may have seen him," added the Colonel, turning to the thick-set man, and regarding him with a peculiar expres- sion — the same basilisk eye that I had noticed before. " I ?" said Jack, laughing coarsely ; " the last mule I saw was a small mustang horse that belongs to myself." "Possibly you may have seen him?" suggested the Colonel, looking at the tall, gaunt man, Griff; and here I could not but notice the change in his expression. His brow unconsciously lowered, and there was some- thing devilish in the cool malignity of his eye. Griff" was silent. His frame seemed convulsed Avith some emotion of disgust or hatred. The Colonel, turning A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 197 quickly to me, observed, with an affected suavity, " This man may possibly be able to tell you something about your mule." At this the person referred to drew himself up into an erect position, and gave a look at the Colonel — a look of such mingled hatred, defiance, and contempt, that I expected to see the latter wilt before it or draw his re- volver. But he did neither. And here I detected the secret of his power over the other two men — imperturb- able self-possession. He merely elevated his brows su- perciliously as Griff sternly remarked, "You know as much of the mule as I do! What do you ask me for ? Be careful." "Oh," said the Colonel, jocularly, "I thought you might have seen him while I was absent. You know I'm not in the habit of noticing these things." Griff resumed his slouching attitude, stirring the fire moodily, while the Colonel requested me to be seated, and proceeded to do the honors of the repast. All that I have attempted to describe was perfectly quiet; not a loud word was spoken, and but for the peculiar expres- sion of each face, involving some dark complicity of ex- perience, it might have passed unnoticed. There was really nothing said that necessarily bore an evil import. Yet what was it that filled me with such an indefinable abhorrence of these men — of two of them, at least ? That they were unprincipled adventurers, I knew ; that they were depraved enough to be professed gamblers, high- way robbers, or horse thieves, was reasonable to suppose from their appearance ; but there was something more than that about them. The leader was no common gambler or horse-thief. He was too keen, too polished, too subtle for that. He might be a forger, a slave specu- lator, a dealer in blood-hounds, a gambler in fancy stocks ; yet this was no country for the exercise of that sort of talent — at least that portion of it which he had chosen as a place of temporary abode. He might be on his way to the mines. I asked no questions. It was enough to 108 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. feel the evil influence of the present — enough to know- by intuition that the hands of this man were stained with some deadly sin. Hungry as I was, I could not swallow the bread he gave me without a choking sensation of disgust. The act of eating with him implied a species of fellowship against which my very soul rebelled. Of the swarthy man, Jack, I had a different impres- sion. He was purely brutal. All his instincts were coarse, savage, and depraved. Whatever quickness or cunning he possessed was that of an animal. He was far inferior to the other in all the essential attributes of a successful villain. I looked upon him as upon a vi- cious brute. For the tall fellow, Griff, I must confess I felt a strange sympathy. That he was not naturally depraved, no one who looked upon his fine features, and frank, manly bearing, could for a moment doubt. He might be dissi- pated, reckless, even criminal, but he surely was not all bad. There was something of conscience left in him yet — some human emotion of remorse. Otherwise, why was his expression so strangely sad? Why was it that there seemed to be no bond of sympathy between him and the others — beyond, perhaps, some complicity in crime, either accidental or the result of evil associations ? A deadly fascination seemed to be spread over him by the leader, against which he struggled in vain. The slight outburst of passion which I had witnessed show r ed too plainly the powerful thraldom in which he was held. His defiant tone — the withering hatred of his eye' — the impatient gesture of contempt, were but the moment- ary ebullitions of a proud spirit. No sentiment of per- sonal fear could have found a place in that manly breast. The cause of his submission lay deeper than that. Some- thing of self-accusation must have had a share in it, thus to paralyze his strength — something more inextricable than any web that mortal man could cast over him un- aided by a sense of his own iniquity. I could not con- A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 199 jecture what crime he had committed. Whatever it was, I had a strong yearning to befriend him. Surely there was still hope for him ; he qould not be utterly lost without bearing in his features the impress of un- mitigated evil. As soon as supper was over, the Colonel lighted his pipe and seemed disposed to be sociable. It was impos- sible for me to get over the abhorrence I had for this man. Even his efforts to be agreeable had something sinister in them that increased my dislike. Still, I was in the power of these men, whether they chose to exer- cise it for good or for evil, and it behooved me to sup- press any disrelish I might have for their company. "You came from Soledad to-day, I think you said?" observed the Colonel. " Yes ; I stopped there last night." "Did you meet any body on the road?" he asked, carelessly. • " Only two Spaniards from Santa Marguerita." The Colonel started. " Any news from below ?" « "None that I could understand. I don't speak the Spanish language." " You heard nothing from San Miguel ?" "No." " Which way are you bound, if I may take the liberty of asking ?" " To San Luis. I have business there connected with the revenue service. Unfortunately, my mule has disap- peared with my blankets, coat, pistol, what little money I had, and my official papers, which are of no use to any body but myself. I fear the loss will subject me to great inconvenience." "You are aware, I suppose," said the Colonel, with the same disagreeable smile I had before noticed, " that the road is considered a little dangerous for solitary travelers. Murders have been committed between this and San Miguel." 200 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. "Any lately?" I asked, assuming more composure than I felt. " Why as for that," replied the Colonel, making an ef- fort to be humorous, "it would be hard for me to keep the run of all I hear in this part of the country. Society is rather backward, and the newspapers do not keep us advised of the current events of the day." Here there was a pause. I felt convinced that this man was capable of any deed, however dark and damn- ing. Even while he spoke his fingers played with the butt of a revolver that hung from his belt. Something- caught my eye as his hand moved — a small silver star near the lock of the pistol. This was not an ordinary mark. I at once knew the pistol to be mine. A friend had given it to me. The star was a fanciful device of his own, based upon the idea that its rays would guide the bullet to its destination. The Colonel detected my inquisitive glance, and smiled again in his peculiar way, but said nothing. If I had any doubt on the subject be- fore, I now felt quite satisfied that he was not only a vil- lain, but one who would not hesitate to take my life if it would serve his purpose. Whether his thoughts ran hw that direction at present I could not determine. He pos- sessed a wonderful power of inspiring dark impressions without uttering a word. The mere suspicion of such a design was at least unpleasant. At length he rose, hav- ing finished smoking his pipe, and with an air of indiffer- ence said, " It must be getting late. Have you the time, sir ?" I pulled out my watch, scarcely conscious of the act, and remarked that it wanted a few minutes of nine. " A nice-looking watch, that !" observed the Colonel. "It must be worth a hundred dollars." " Yes, more than that," I answered ; for I saw at once that any manifestation of suspicion would be the last thing to answer my purpose. "It cost $150 in New York. It is a genuine chronometer, and the casing is of solid gold." A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 201 The Colonel exchanged glances with the swarthy man, Jack, and proposed to go out and take a look at the horses. Before they had proceeded fifty yards they stop- ped and looked back. Griff" had been sitting moodily before the fire during the conversation above related, and did not seem disposed to move at the summons of his leader, who now called sharply to him to come on. The same expression of defiant hatred that I had noticed be- fore flashed from the man's eyes, and for a moment he seemed to struggle against the Colonel's malign influ- ence. " Come !" said the latter, sharply, " what do you lag behind for ? You know your duty !" " Yes," muttered Griff, between his set teeth, " I know it ! It is hardly necessary to remind me of it." He then rose and proceeded to join his comrades. As he passed by where I sat he hurriedly whispered, " Stay where you are. Don't attempt to escape yet. Depend upon me — IHl stand by you /" CHAPTER V. THE ESCAPE. It may readily be conceived that my sensations were not the most pleasant during the absence of the three men in whose power I was so strangely and unexpected- ly placed. That two of them were quite capable of mur- dering me, if they had not already made up their minds to do so, was beyond question. I looked around, and saw to my dismay that they scarcely took the trouble to •conceal the robbery they had already perpetrated. My blankets lay under a tree not over fifteen steps from the fire, and my coat and saddle were carelessly thrown among the common camp equipments in the same place. What could one unarmed man do against three, or even two, fully armed desperadoes ? My first impulse was to steal away, now that there was a chance — perhaps the 12 202 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY only one I might have — and conceal myself in the bush- es till morning, then endeavor to make my way along the bed of the creek to Soledad. Better trust to the grizzly bears than to such men as the Colonel and Jack. But it was more than probable they were thoroughly acquainted with every thicket and trail in the country, and would not be long in overtaking me on horseback. There was another serious consideration : I coiild not well afford to lose my mule, money, and papers. The latter were of incalculable value, and could not be re- placed. I had no idea that they had been suffered to re- main in my coat pocket. So adroit a speculator as the Colonel must have ascertained their contents and placed them beyond danger of recovery. Besides, the man Griff had warned me not to attempt an escape yet. Was he to be trusted ? Surely I could not be deceived in him. What object could he have in warning me un- less to provide for my safety ? These considerations were unanswerable. I determ- ined to remain and abide the issue. It is said that danger sharpens men's wits. I believe it ; for while there was ample reason to suppose these men were deliberating upon my destruction, a scheme flashed upon my mind which I at once resolved to carry into eftect. Up to this period I had given them a plain statement of my misfortune. They evidently regarded me as a very simple-minded and inexperienced traveler. Nothing could be easier than to improve upon that idea. As soon as they returned and resumed their places around the fire, I made some casual inquiries of the Col- onel about the route from San Miguel to San Luis Obis- po, professing to be exceedingly anxious to reach the latter place within five or six days. The Colonel was bland and obliging as usual, giving me, without reserve, full particulars in regard to the route. " But what's your hurry ?" said he, smiling in his ac- customed manner ; " why not stay with us a few days A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 203 and make yourself comfortable ? The weather is rather warm for so long a pedestrian tour — unless, indeed, something is to be made by it." This he said with a low chuckle and a significant glance at the fellow with the thick neck. " That is precisely why I want to get on," I answered ; " a great deal is to be made by it if I get there in time, and a great deal lost if I don't. A vessel laden with for- eign goods has gone ashore on the beach below the Em- barcadera. I have advices that most of the cargo is saved. The duties, according to a copy of the manifest forwarded to the Cnstom-house at San Francisco, amount to over ten thousand dollars. The supercargo writes that he can sell out on advantageous terms at San Luis, provided he can pay the duties there to some authorized officer of the government within the period named. I am on my way down to receive the money. If I can get back with it to San Francisco within ten or twelve days, it will be of considerable advantage to the government as well as to myself. Unfortunately, there is no water communication at present, or I might gain time by taking a vessel. However, I apprehend no difficulty in being- able to hire a mule at San Miguel. As for the stories of robbery and murder on the road, I have no faith in them. At all events, I am not afraid to try the experiment." This communication made # an evident impression upon the minds of the Colonel and Jack, both of whom listen- ed with intense interest. The man Griff looked a little puzzled, but a casual glance reassured him : he at once caught at my meaning. I could see that the Colonel was embarrassed as to w r hat course to pursue in refer- ence to the stolen property. Pie held down his head for some time, pretending to be occupied in clearing the stem of his pipe, but it was apparent that he was in con- siderable perplexity. Deep and guarded as he was, it was not difficult to conjecture what was passing in his mind. There was now a strong inducement for permit- ting me to proceed on my journey. The prospect of se- 204 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. curing ten thousand dollars was worthy of some risk; yet, if he acknowledged the stealing of my mule and other property, it was not likely I would again place myself in his power. On the other hand, I had seen the pistol, and must have some suspicion of the true state of the case. I have often observed that men deeply versed in vil- lainy, while they possess a certain sort of sagacity, are deficient in the perception of character when it involves a more comprehensive knowledge of human nature than usually falls within the limits of their individual experi- ence. They are quick to detect every species of vulgar trickery, but their capacity to cope with straightforward truth is limited. They suspect either too much or too little, and lose confidence in their own penetration. With men like themselves they understand how to deal — they know by intuition the governing motives ; but simplicity and frankness are weapons to which they are not accus- tomed. A direct statement of facts, in which they can see no motive of prudence, sets them at fault. They can analyze well through a dark atmosphere, but, like night- birds, have very dim perceptive powers in daylight. While the Colonel could discover no interested motive in my simple statement respecting the loss of a vessel on the coast (of which he had probably heard from other sources), and could see no reason why I should not be simple enough to come back with a large sum of money, since I had been simple enough to lose a valuable mule and exhibit a valuable watch, he nevertheless seemed un- able to extricate himself from suspicion in reference to the pistol — the only article of my property which he had reason to suppose I had seen. He could easily have said that he had found it on the trail ; but he was not skilled in degrees of innocence. He had deferred his explana- tion too long, and, judging by himself, could not imagine that any other person would credit so flimsy a statement. In this he was correct, but his one-sided sagacity led him into puzzling inconsistencies. A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 205 To lull all suspicion on this point was indispensable to the success of my plan. The apparent confidence which I had manifested in the good faith of the party tended greatly to prevent the leader from coming to a satisfac- tory conclusion. So at least it appeared to me, as I watched the uncertain movements of his hands and the changing expression of his countenance. He was evi- dently aware that I had seen the star on the handle of the pistol, yet my conduct indicated no suspicion. It was necessary that I should remove whatever doubt on the subject might be lurking in his mind. With this in view, I took occasion to renew the conversation relative to the route, stating that although I apprehended little danger, it was still an awkward position to be entirely without arms in a strange country. "The loss of my pistol," said I, "is a serious incon- venience. It must have fallen from my belt when the mule threw me, and become covered with dust. I could go back and find the place, but that would occupy near- ly half a day, and I can not afford to lose the time. The only particular value the pistol has is that it is a present from a friend who belonged to the Order of the Lone Star of Texas. The badge of the Association is marked upon the handle, as usual with arms belonging to the members." "Yes," said the Colonel, after a pause, "I once be- longed to that Order myself, and have a pistol similarly marked." "Perhaps you would be wulling to dispose of it?" I observed. " Not that I have any money, but I would cheerfully give my watch for a good pistol, which would be at least three times its value." "My dear sir," said the Colonel, affecting an air of in- jured pride, "you certainly can not be aware that a member of the Lone Star never sells or barters his arms. Any thing else, but not his weapons of personal defense.' Fortunately, however, I have a spare revolver, which is entirely at your service. As for your watch, I should be 20G A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. sorry to deprive you of so useful an article, and one which would be of no value to myself. Time is of little consequence to men who are accustomed to spend it as they please, and whose chief dependence is on the sun, moon, and stars." I accepted the proffered gift, as may be supposed, with- out the slightest qualms of conscience in depriving the donor of so valuable a piece of property ; and having ex- pressed my thanks, noticed that, while pretending to search for the pistol among the camp equipments, he took care to cover up my blanket and coat. The Colonel soon returned to the fire, and handed me a very handsome revolver, a belt, powder-flask, and small leather bag containing caps, balls, and other necessary appendages. It struck me as a little strange that, hav- ing apparently made up his mind to let me depart, he had not offered to lend me an animal to ride upon ; but a moment's reflection satisfied me that there was good cause for this. There could be no doubt, from the char- acter of the party, that the horses were stolen, and would be recognized on the road. Besides, he knew I could easily hire a horse or mide at San Miguel. After this I observed that the Colonel took occasion to speak a few words to Jack, the import of which I could only conjecture had some reference to my papers. Jack answered aloud, " Yes, the grass is bad there. I'll go put my mustang in another place." Pie then walked away, and the Colonel busied himself in preparing our sleeping quarters for the night. It was nearly eleven o'clock. In about fifteen minutes Jack returned, and we all lay down in different direc- tions, within a short distance of the fire. A saddle-blank- et, kindly furnished by my chief entertainer, enabled me to make quite a comfortable bed. The night was mild and pleasant. A clear sky, span- gled with stars, was visible through the tops of the trees, and never had I seen it look so beautifully serene. Could it be that guilt could slumber peacefully under that heav- A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 207 enly canopy? Surely the evil spirit must be strong in the hearts of men who, unconscious of the reproving pu- rity of such a night, could thus forget their sins, and lie calmly sleeping upon the bosom of their mother earth. How deadened by a long career of crime must conscience be in the breast of him who, steeped in guilt, could thus, in the presence of his Maker, " O'erlabored with his being's strife, Sink to that sweet forgetfulness of life !" Neither the Colonel nor the man Jack moved an inch after taking their places. I almost envied them their capacity to sleep, so gentle and profound was their obliv- ion to the world and all its cares. To me this refreshing luxury was denied. My fate seemed to hang upon a thread. I could not feel any confidence in these men. They might become suspicious at any moment, and mur- der me as I lay helpless before them. For over two hours I watched them ; they never moved. The proba- ble fact was, they had made up their minds not to molest me, in view of the large sum of money I expected to col- lect at San Luis. My course seemed clear enough. But here was the difficulty. I could do nothing without my papers. Nor was I content to lose my mule, saddle, and blankets, which I knew to be in their possession. The tall man, Griff, was restless, and turned repeatedly, moaning in his sleep, " God have pity on me ! Oh God, have pity on me !" It was a sad sight to behold him. No mortal eye could fathom the sufferings that thus moved him. Truly, " Tlie mind that broods o'er guilty woes Is like a scorpion girt by fire." At length — it must have been about an hour before day — he arose, looked cautiously around, and, seeing all quiet, beckoned to me, and stealthily left the camp. On his way out he gathered up my blanket, saddle, and coat in his arms, and looked back to see if I had taken the hint. I lost no time in slipping from my covering, and following his receding figure. It was a trying moment. 208 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. I expected to see the other two men rise, and held my pistol ready for defense. In a few minutes we were be- yond immediate danger of discovery. " Now," said Griff — " now is your time. Here is your mule. Mount him and be off! They will undertake to pursue you as soon as they discover your absence ; but I shall loose the riatas, and it will take them some time to catch the horses. You will find your papers on the trail as soon as you strike the plain. Get to San Miguel, and you are safe. They dare not go there ; but dorft stop on the way" While he was talking Griff fixed my saddle and pack on the mule, and I mounted without loss of time. What could I do to reward this noble fellow ? In the hurry of the moment I handed him my watch. " Friend," said I, " you have done me an inestimable service. Take this trifle as a keepsake, and with it my best thanks. You and I may never meet again." " No, it is not likely we shall," said Griff, sadly. " Our ways are different. Keep your watch ; I can't accept it. All I ask of you is not to judge me harshly. Good-by !" The impulse to serve this unfortunate man was irresist- ible. I could not leave him thus. It was no idle curios- ity that prompted me to probe the mystery of his con- duct. "In heaven's name, friend, why do you stay with these bad men ? What unholy power have they over you ? Leave them, I implore you — leave them at once and forever. Come with me. I will do all I can for you. Surely you are not too far gone in crime for re- pentance. The vilest sinner may be saved !" The poor fellow's frame was convulsed with agony. He sobbed like a child, and for a moment seemed unable to speak. Suddenly, as if recollecting himself, he said, " No, sir, I can not turn traitor. It is no use — I am gone beyond redemption. Their fate must be mine. God pity me ! I struggled hard against the evil spirit, but he has conquered. I am gone, sir — gone ! Yet, A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 209 believe me, I am not wholly depraved — a criminal in the eyes of the law ; a robber ; an outcast from society and civilization ; but (here he lowered his voice to a whisper) — but not a murderer. Oh God, pity me ! My mother — my poor old mother !" This was all. The next moment he turned away, and was lost in the gloom of the trees. CHAPTER VI. A LONELY RIDE. As I struck into the trail and out into the broad val- ley of the Salinas a sense of freedom relieved me in some degree of the gloom inspired by the last words of this strangely unfortunate man. The stars were shining brightly overhead, but the moon had gone down some time previously. It was just light enough to see the way. A small white object lying in the trail caused the mule to start. In the excitement of my escape I had forgotten about the papers. Here they were, all safe. I had no doubt they had been thus disposed of by the ruffian Jack during the previous evening when he took occasion to absent himself from the cam}?. I quickly dismounted and placed the package securely in the leg of one of my boots, then pushed on with all speed to reach a turning-point of the mountains some distance ahead, in order to be out of sight by the dawn of day, which could not be far off. In about an hour I had gained this point, and at the same time the first faint streaks of the coming day began to appear in the eastern sky. The air was peculiarly balmy — cool enough to be pleasant, and deliriously odorous with the herbage of the mountains. Already the deer began to leave their cov- erts among the shrubbery on the hill-sides, and numer- ous bands of them stood gazing at me as I passed, their antlers erect, their beautiful forms motionless* as if hewn A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. ■_> i ; from the solid rock, but manifesting more curiosity than fear. Thousands of rabbits frisked about in the open glades, and innumerable flocks of quail flitted from bush to bush. The field-larks and doves made the air musical with their joyous hymns of praise to the rising sun ; the busy hum of bees rose among the wild flowers by the wayside ; all nature seemed to awake from its repose smiling with a celestial joy. In no other country upon earth have I seen such mornings as in the interior of California — so clear, bright, and sparkling — so rich and glowing in atmospheric tints — so teeming with unbound- ed opulence in all that gives vigor, health, and beauty to animated nature, and inspiration to the higher faculties of man. There is a redundancy of richness in the earth, air, and light unknown even in that land of fascination which is said to possess " the fatal gift of beauty." Contrasted with the dark spirit of crime that hung over my late encampment, such a morning was inexpress- ibly lovely. Every breath of air — every sound that broke upon the listening ear — every thought of the vast wild plains and towering mountains that swept around me in the immeasurable distance, inspired vague and unutter- able sensations of pleasure and pain — pleasure that I was free and capable of enjoying such exquisite physical and mental luxuries ; pain that here, on God's own footstool, "All but the spirit of man was divine." As the sun rose, and spread over mountain and valley a drapery of glowing light, giving promise of continued life to the birds of the air and the beasts of the field, I could not but think with sadness how man — made after God's own image, the most perfect of his works, gifted with reason and intelligence — should so strangely turn aside from the teachings of his Maker, and cast away the pure enjoyments so bountifully spread before him. Was it possible that a single created being, however steeped in crime, could be insensible to the soothing and human- izing influences of such a scene? The unhappy fate of the poor fellow to whom I was 212 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. so deeply indebted haunted me. He, at least, must have felt the better promptings of his inner nature amid these beautiful works of a beneficent Creator. Surely such a man could never be utterly lost. There were noble traits in his character that must, some time or other, as- sert their supremacy. Honorable even in his degrada- tion, he scorned to turn traitor to men whom he despised. His was not a nature formed for cruel and crafty deeds. Frank, manly, and ingenuous in his whole bearing, there was evidence of innate nobility in his misguided sense of honor, and a manifest scorn of deception in his wild out- bursts of passion. What could have driven him to this career of crime ? What satanic power was that by which he was enthralled ? I could not believe that he was vol- untarily bad. That single outburst of emotion as he spoke of his mother would have redeemed him had he been the worst of criminals. A career of dissipation must have brought him to this. He was evidently com- promised, but to what extent ? Some painful mystery hung over his connection with these bad men — I could not fathom it. The more I reflected upon all I had seen and heard, the more profound became my sympathy ; nor is it an affectation of generosity to say that I would have sacrificed much to have saved him. Yet this man's case was not an uncommon one in California. There were many there, even at that early period, and there are still many, who, with the noblest attributes that adorn human nature, have become castaways. As the day advanced a mai'ked change became per- ceptible in the character of the country. Passing out from the valley of the Salinas to the right, the trail en- tered a series of smaller valleys, winding from one to an- other through a succession of narrow caiions between low, gravelly hills, destitute of shrubbery, and of a pecul- iarly whitish and barren aspect. The scene was no lon- ger enlivened by bands of deer and smaller game, such as I had seen in the morning ; the birds had also disappear- ed ; not a living thing was in sight save a few buzzards A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 213 hovering in the ah- over the bleached and sterile hills, and occasionally a coyote or wild-cat skulking stealthily across the trail. Toward noon the earth became like a fiery furnace. The air was scorching. In the narrow passages, where the hills converged into a focns, cutting off every current of air, the refraction of the sun's rays was absolutely terrific. It seemed as if my very clothing must crisp into tinder and drop from my body. The skin peeled from my face and hands ; a thick woolen hat was insufficient to keep the fierce and seething heat from my head, and I sometimes feared I would be smitten to the earth. Not knowing the water-holes, or rather hav- ing no time to look for them, I was parched with an in- tolerable thirst. On every eminence I turned to look back, but nothing was in sight save the dreary waste of barren hills that lay behind. Toward evening, having stopped only a few minutes at a pool of water, my mule began to lag again. I had no spurs, and it was utterly in vain that I urged him on by kicks and blows. His greatest speed was a slow trot, and to keep that up for a few hundred yards at a time required my utmost efforts. By sundown I estimated that the distance to San Miguel must be twelve or fifteen miles. It was a very unpleasant position to be in — pur- sued, as I had every reason to suppose, by men who would not hesitate to take my life, yet unable to acceler- ate the sjDeed of my animal. All I could do was to con- tinue beating him. The country became still more lonesome and desolate as I advanced. The chances of beino- overtaken mo- mentarily increased. My anxiety to reach San Miguel caused me to forget all the sufferings of fatigue and thirst, and strain every nerve to get my mule over the ground. But the greater the effort the slower he trav- eled. It was true, I had a pistol, and could make some defense. Yet the chances were greatly against me. Unskilled in this sort of warfare, an indifferent rider, unacquainted with the trails by which I might be cut off 214 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. and surprised, it seemed indeed a very hopeless case, should such an emergency arise. Besides, it would be very little satisfaction to shoot one, or even two men, against whom I felt 'no enmity, and whose lives were worth nothing to me, and still less to get killed myself. The truth is, I had a particular relish for life; others were interested in it as well as myself, and I did not feel disposed to risk it unnecessarily. The sun went down at last, and the soft shadows of night began to soften the asperities of the scene. I rode on, never once relaxing my efforts to get a little more speed out of my mule. The moon rose, and innumerable stars twinkled in the sky. The air became delightfully balmy. Long shadows of rocks and trees swept across the trail. Mystic forms seemed to flit through the dim distance, or stand like ghostly sentinels along the way- side. Often I fancied I could see men on horseback sta- tioned under the overhanging rocks, and detect the glit- ter of their arms in the moonlight. Stumps of trees riven by the storms of winter loomed up among the rocks like grim spectres; the very bushes assumed fan- tastic forms, and waved their long arms in gestures of warning. The howling of innumerable coyotes and the hooting of the night-owls had a singularly weird effect in the stillness of the night. CHAPTER VII. THE ATTACK. It must have been nearly ten o'clock when my mule suddenly stopped, turned around, and set up that peculiar nickering bray by which these animals hail the approach of strangers. As soon as he ceased his unwelcome noise I listened, and distinctly heard the clatter of hoofs in the road, about half a mile in the rear. That my pursuers were rapidly approaching there was now very little A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 215 doubt. It was useless to attempt to reach Sau Miguel, which must be still four or five miles distant. I had no time, and resolved at once to make for a little grove some three or four hundred yards to the right. As I approach- ed the nearest trees I was rejoiced to see something like a fence. A little farther on was a gray object with a distinct outline. It must be a house. There was no light ; but I soon discovered that I was within fifty yards of a small adobe building. My mule now pricked up his ears, snuffed the air wildly, and absolutely refused to move a step nearer. I dismounted, and tried to drag him toward the door. His terror seemed unconquerable. With starting eyes, and a wild blowing sound from his nostrils, he broke away and dashed out into the plain. I speedily lost sight of him. This time I had taken the precaution to secure my pa- pers and pistol on my person. The mule had taken the direction of San Miguel ; but, even should I be unable to recover him, the loss would not be so great as before. However, it was no time to calculate losses. The clatter of hoofs grew nearer and nearer, and soon the advancing forms of two mounted men became distinctly visible in the moonlight. There was no alternative but to seek security in the old adobe. I ran for the door and push- ed it open. The house was evidently untenanted. No answer was made to my summons save a mocking echo from the bare walls. My pursuers must have caught sight of me as they approached. I could hear their im- precations as they tried to force their animals up to the door. One of the party — the Colonel, whose voice I had no difficulty in recognizing, said, " Blast the fellow ! what did he come here for ?" The other answered with an oath and a brutal laugh, " We've got him holed, any how. It won't take long to root him out." They then dismounted and proceeded to tie their horses to the nearest tree. I could hear them talk as they receded, but could not make out what they said. 216 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. While this was going on I had closed the dooi-, and was looking for some bolt or fastening, when I heard the low, fierce growl of some animal. There was no time to conjecture what it was ; the next moment a furry skin brushed past, and the animal sprang through an opening in the wall. A wooden bar was all I could find ; but the iron fast- ening had been broken, and the only way of securing the door was to brace the bar against it in a diagonal position. The floor was of rough hard clay, and served in some sort to prevent the brace from slipping. A few moments of painful anxiety passed. I had drawn my revolver, and stood close against the inner wall, prepared to fire upon the first man that entered. Presently the two men returned, approaching stealthily along the wall, so as to avoid coming in range of the door. The sharp, hard voice of the Colonel first broke the silence. " Come," said he, " open the door ! You can't help yourself now ! It is all up with you, my fine fellow!" I knew the villains wanted to find my position, and made no answer. "You may as well come out at once," said the Colonel*, "you have no chance. There is nobody here to stand by you as there was last night. Your friend is keeping camp with a bullet through his head and a gash in his throat." Pressed as I was, this news shocked me beyond meas- ure. The unfortunate man who had befriended me had paid the penalty of his life for his kindness. " Out with you !" roared the Colonel, fiercely, " or we'll burst the door down. Come, be quick !" Another pause. I heard a low whispering, and stood with breathless anxiety with my finger upon the trigger of my pistol. In that brief period it was wonderful how many thoughts flashed through my mind.. I knew noth- ing of the construction of the house ; had no time even to look .around and see if there was any back entrsince. A faint light through one small window-hole in front, ; K 218 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. within three feet of the door, was all I could discern. Every nerve was strained to its utmost tension. My sense of hearing was painfully acute. The low whisper- ing of the two ruffians, the faint jingling of their spurs, the very creaking of their boots, as they stealthily moved, was fearfully audible. With an almost absolute certain- ty of death, without the remotest hope of relief, it was strange how my thoughts wandered back upon the past; how the peaceful fireside of home was pictured to my mind ; how vividly I saw the beloved faces of kindred and friends ; how all that were dear to me seemed to sympathize in my unhappy fate. Yet it was impossible to realize that my time had come. The whole thing — the camp, the dark, murderous faces, the chase, the blockade — resembled rather some horrible fantasy than the dread truth. Strange, too, that I should have noticed some- thing even grotesque in my situation ; run into a hole, as the ruffian Jack had said, like a coyote or a badger. Five minutes — it seemed a long time — must have passed in this way, when I became conscious of a gradual dark- ening in the room. A low, heavy breathing attracted my attention. I looked in the direction of the window, and thought I could detect something moving ; but the darkness was so impenetrable that it might be the result of imagination. Should I fire and miss my mark, the flash would reveal my position and be certain destruc- tion. The dark mass again moved. I could distinctly hear the respiration. It must be one of the men trying to get in through the small window-hole. I raised my pistol, took dead aim as near as possible upon the centre of the object, and fired. The fall of a heavy body outside, a groan, an imprecation, was all I could hear, when a tre- mendous effort was made to force the door, and two shots were fired through it in quick succession. The wood was massive, but much decayed ; and I saw that it was rapidly giving way before the furious assaults that were made upon it from the outside, evidently with a heavy piece of timber. Another lunge or two of this powerful A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 219 battering-ram must have borne it from its binges or shat- tered it to fragments. "Hold on, Jack!" said the wounded man in a low voice ; " come here, quick ! The infernal fool has shot me through the shoulder ! I'm bleeding badly." The ruffian dropped his bar, as I judged by the sound, and turned to drag his leader out of range of the door. Now was the time for a bold move. Hitherto I had acted on the defensive ; but every thing depended on following up the advantage. Removing the brace from the door, I made an opening sufficient to get a glimpse of the two men. The stout fellow, Jack, was stooping- down, dragging the other toward the corner of the house. I fired again. The ball was too low; it missed his body, but must have shattered his wrist ; for, with a horrible oath, he dropped his burden, and staggered back a few paces writhing with pain, his hand covered with blood. Before I could get another shot he darted behind the house. At the same time the Colonel rose on his knee, turned 'quickly, and fired. The ball whizzed by my head and struck the door. While I was trying to get a shot at him in return, he jumped to his feet and staggered out of range. I thought it best now to rest satisfied with my success so far, and again retired to my position behind the door. For the next ten or fifteen minutes I could hear, from time to time, the smothered imprecations of the wounded ruffians, but after this there was a dead silence. I heard nothing more. They had either gone or were lying in wait near by, supposing I would come out. This uncer- tainty caused me considerable anxiety, for I dared not abandon my gloomy retreat. Two or three hours must have passed in this way, during which I was constantly on the guard ; but not the slightest indication of the presence of the enemy was perceptible. Two nights had neai-ly passed, during which I had not closed my eyes in sleep. The perpetual strain of mind and the fatigue of travel were beginning to tell. I felt 220 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. faint and drowsy. During the whole terrible ordeal of this night I had not dared to sit down. But now my legs refused to support me any longer. I groped my Avay toward a corner of the room to lie down. Some soft mass on the ground caused me to stumble. I threw out my hands and fell. What was it that sent such a thrill of horror through every fibre ? A dead body lay in my embrace — cold, mutilated, and clotted with blood ! It has been my fortune, during a long career of travel in foreign lands, to see death in many forms. I do not profess to be exempt from the weakness common to most men — a natural dread of that undiscovered region to- ward which we are all traveling. But I never had any peculiar repugnance to the presence of dead men. What are they, after all, but inanimate clay ? The living are to be feared — not the dead, who sleep the sleep that knows no waking. Not this — not the sudden contact with a corpse ; not simply the cold and blood-clotted face over which I passed my hand was it that caused me to recoil with such a thrill of horror. It was the solution of a dread mystery. There, in a pool of clotted gore, lay the corpse of a murdered man. No need was there to conjecture Avho were his murderers. I rose up, thoroughly aroused from my drowsiness. It was probable others had shared the fate of this man. If so, their bodies must be near at hand. I was afraid to open the door to let in the light, for, bad as it was to be shut up in a dark room with the victim or victims of a cruel murder, it was •worse to incur the risk of a simi- lar fate by exposing myself. After somewhat recovering my composure I groped about, and soon discovered that three other bodies were lying in the room : one on a bed — a woman with her throat cut from ear to ear — and two smaller bodies on the floor near by — children per- haps eight or ten years old, but so mutilated that it was difficult to tell what they were. Their limbs were almost denuded of flesh, and their faces and bodies were torn into shapeless masses. This must have been the finish- A DANGEKOUS JOURNEY. 221 ing work of the animal — a coyote no doubt — that had startled me with a growl, and bi*oken through the win- dow after I had first closed the door. I could also now account for the strange manner in which the mule had snuffed the air, and his unconquerable terror in approach- ing the house. Only a few articles of furniture were in the room — a bed, two or three broken stools, a frying-pan, coffee-pot, and a few other cooking utensils, thrown in a heap near the fireplace. There was no other room ; nor was there any back entrance, as I had at first apprehended. It was a gloomy place enough to spend a night in, but there was no help for it. I certainly had less fear of the dead than of the living. It could not be over two or three hours till morning ; and it was not likely the two men, who were seeking my life, would lurk about the premises much longer, if they had not long since taken their departure, which seemed the most probable. I knelt down and commended my soul to God ; then stretched myself across the brace against the door, and, despite the presence of death, fell fast asleep. It was broad daylight when I awoke. The sun's earliest rays were pouring into the room through the little window and the cracks of the door. A ghastly spectacle was revealed — a ghastly array of room-mates lying stiff and stark before me. From the general appearance of the dead bodies I judged them to be an emigrant family from some of the Western States. They had probably taken up a tempo- rary residence in the old adobe hut after crossing the plains by the southern route, and must have had money or property of some kind to have inspired the cupidity of their murderers. The man was apparently fifty years of age ; his skull was split completely open, and his brains scattered out upon the earthen floor. The woman was doubtless his wife. Her clothes were tofll partly from her body, and her head was cut nearly off from her shoulders ; besides which, her skull was fractured with 222 A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. some dull instrument, and several ghastly wounds dis- figured her person. The bedclothes were saturated with blood, now clotted by the parching heat. The two chil- dren had evidently been cut down by the blows of an axe. Their heads were literally shattered to fragments. What the murderers had failed to accomplish in mutila- ting the bodies had been completed by some ravenous beast of prey — the same, no doubt, already mentioned. I saw no occasion to prolong my stay. It was hardly probable the Colonel and Jack, wounded as they were, would renew their attack. They must have made their way back to camp, or at least retired to some part of the country where they would incur less risk of capture. CHAPTER VIII. SAN MIGUEL. It was a bright and beautiful morning as I left the house and turned toward San Miguel. The contrast be- tween the peaceful scene before me and the horrible sight I had just witnessed was exceedingly impressive. The mellow light of the early sun on the mountains; the winding streams fringed with shrubbery; the rich, gold- en hue of the valley ; the cattle grazing quietly in the low meadows bordering on the Salinas River; the singing of the birds in the oak groves, were indescribably re- freshing to a fevered mind, and filled my heart with thankfulness that I was spared to enjoy them once more. Yet I could not but think of what I had witnessed in the adobe hut — a whole family cut down by the ruthless hands %f murderers who might still be lurking behind the bushes on the wayside. Their dreadful crime haunt- ed the scene, and its exquisite repose seemed almost a cruel mocke^. Do Quincey somewhere remarks that he never experienced such profound sensations of sad- ness as on a bright summer day, when the very luxuri- A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 223 ance and maturity of outer life, and the fullness of sun- shine that filled the visible world, made the desolation and the darkness within the more oppressive. I could now well understand the feeling ; and though grief had but little part in it, beyond a natural regret for the un- happy fate of the murdered family, still it was sad to feel the contrast between the purity and beauty of God's creation and the willful wickedness of man. I had not lost the strong instinct of self-preservation, which, so far at least, through the kind aid of Providence, had enabled me to preserve my life; and in my. lonely walk toward San Miguel I was careful to keep in the open valley, and avoid, as much as possible, coming within range of the rocks and bushes. In about an hour I saw the red tile roofs and motley collection of ruinous old buildings that comprised the former missionary station of San Miguel. A gang of lean wolfish dogs ran out to meet me as I approached, and it was not without diffi- culty that I could keep them off without resorting to my revolver, which was an alternative that might produce a bad impression where I most hoped to meet with a friendly reception. As I approached the main buildings I was struck with the singularly wild and desolate aspect of the place. Not a living being was in sight. The car- cass of a dead ox lay in front of the door, upon which a voracious brood of buzzards were feeding ; and a coyote sat howling on an eminence a little beyond. I walked into a dark, dirty room, and called out, in what little Spanish I knew, for the man of the house. " Quien es?" demanded a gruff voice. I looked in a corner, and saw a filthy-looking object, wrapped in a poncho, sitting lazi- ly on a bed. By his uncouth manner and forbidding ap- pearance I judged him to be the vaquero in charge of the place, in which I was not mistaken. With considerable difficulty I made him comprehend that I had lost my mule, and supposed it had strayed to San Miguel. " Quien sabe ? n said the fellow, indifferently. Could he not find it ? I would be willing to reward A DANGEROUS JOURNEY. 225 him. I would give him the blankets. I was an Ojicidl, and was on my way to San Luis Obispo. To each of these propositions the man returned a stupid and yawn- ing answer, " Quien sabe — who knows ?" Finding nothing to be gained on that point, I asked him for something to eat, for I was well-nigh famished with hunger. lie pointed lazily to a string of jerked beef strung across the rafters. It required but little time to select a few dry pieces, and while I was eating them the fellow asked me if I had any tobacco. I hand- ed him a plug, which speedily produced a good effect, for he got up and passed me a plate of cold tortillas. When I had somewhat satisfied the cravings of hunger, I asked him, in my broken Spanish, if he had heard of the murder — five persons killed in an old adobe house near by. " Quien sabe?" said he, in the same indifferent tone. "Jfuehos malJws hombres . GRUN1JBTOM.S. 3-10 A PEEP AT WASHOE. "Ho! the agency liiie — stage-agent, maybe? Burche's line, I guess ?" That was not it exactly ; but no matter. Perhaps I could do something for him in Washoe. " Nothing, stranger, except to keep dark. Do you know the price of grindstones in Placerville?" I didn't know the price of grindstones in Placerville, but supposed they might be cheap, as there were plenty there. "That's my hand exactly!" said my friend, with an inward chuckle of satisfaction. I expressed some curios- ity to know in what respect the matter of grindstones suited his hand so well, when, looking cautiously around, he drew near, and informed me confidentially that he had struck a "good thing" in Washoe. He had only been there a month, and had made a considerable pile. There was a dreadful scarcity of grindstones there, and, seeing that miners, carpenters, and mechanics of all sorts were hard up for something to sharpen their' tools on, he had secured the only grindstone that could be had, which was pretty well used up when he got it. But he rigged it up ship-shape and Bristol fashion, and set up a grind- ing business, which brought him in from twenty to thir- ty dollars a day, till nothing was left of the stone. Now he was bound to Placerville in search of a good one, with which he intended to return immediately. I wished him luck and proceeded on my way, wondering what would turn up next. It was not long before I was stopped by another en- terprising personage ; but this was altogether a different style of man. There was something brisk and spruce in his appearance, in spite of a shirt far gone in rags and a shock of hair that had long been a stranger to the scis- sors. What region of country he came from it was im- possible to say. I think he was a cosmopolite, and be- longed to the world generally. " Say, Colonel !" — this was his style of address — " on the way to Washoe ?" A PEEP AT WASHOE. 311 A SPECULATOR. - Yes." "Excuse me: I have a little list of claims here, Colonel, which I would like to show you ;" and he pulled from his shirt-pocket a greasy package of papers, which he dexterously unfolded. " Guess you're from San Fran- cisco, Colonel ? Here is — let me see — 200 feet in the Pine Nut, 300 feet in the Grizzly Ledge, 342 A PEEP AT WASHOE. 150 feet in the Gouge Eye, 125 feet in the Wild-Cat, 100 feet in the Root-Hog-or-Die, 50 feet in the Bobtail Horse, 25 feet in the Hell Roaring ; and many others, Colonel, in the best leads. Now the fact is, d'ye see, I'm a little hard up, and want to make a raise. I'll sell all, or a part, at a considerable sacrifice for a small amount of ready cash." " How much do you want ?" " Why, if I could raise twenty dollars or so, it would answer my present purpose ; I'll sell you twenty feet in any of these claims for that amount. Every foot of them is worth a thousand dollars ; but, d'ye see, they're not yet developed." Circumstances forced me to decline this offer, much to the disgust of the enterprising speculator in claims, who assured me I might go farther and fare worse ; but some- how the names did not strike me as attractive in a min- eral point of view. I had by this time lost the run of all my comrades, and was obliged to pursue my journey alone. Three had gone ahead, and the other was nearly used up. The day had opened fairly, but now there were indications of bad weather. It was quite dark when I reached a small shanty about four miles from Strawberry. Here I halt- ed till my remaining comrade came up. The proprietor of the shanty was going into the tavern business, and was engaged in building a large clapboard house. His men were all at supper, and in reply to our application for lodgings, he told us we might sleep in the calf-pen if we liked, but there was no room in the house. He could give us something to eat after his workmen were done supper, but not before. He had brandy and gin, but no tea to spare. On the whole, he thought we had better go on to Strawberry. Now this was encouraging. It was already pattering down rain, and the calf-pen to which he directed us was A PEEP AT WASHOE. 343 knee-deep in mud and manure, Avithout roof or shelter of any kind. Even the unfortunate progeny of the old coav, which ran hellowing around the fence, in motherly solic- itude for her offspring, shiA T ered with cold, and made piteous appeals to this hard-hearted man. I finally hrihed him, hy means of a gold dollar, to let us have a small piece of bread and a few SAvalloAVS of tea. Thus refreshed, AA'e resumed our journey. Four miles more of slush and snow, up hill nearly all the way, across rickety bridges, over roaring cataracts, slippery rocks, stumps, and brush, through acres of black oozy mire, and so dark a bat could scarcely recognize his own father ! It Avas a walk to be remembered. The man in the shanty, if he possess a spark of humanity, will, I trust, feel bitterly mortified when he reads this article. He caused me some gloomy reflections upon human na- ture, which have been a constant source of repentance ever since. But consider the proA'ocation. The rain poured down heavily, mingled with a cutting sleet ; a doleful wind came moaning through the pines ; our blankets were Avet through, and not a stitch upon our backs left dry ; even my spare shirt Avas soaking the strength out of the plug of tobacco so carefully stOAved away in its folds, and my paints Avere giving it Avhat aid they could in the Avay of celor. Well, there is an end to all misery upon earth, and so there Avas to this day's Avalk. A light at length glim- mered through the pines, first faint and flickering, then a full blaze, then half a dozen brilliant lights, which proved to be camp-fires, under the trees, and soon Ave stood in front of a large and substantial log house. This Avas the famous " StraAA r berry," known throughout the length and breadth of the land as the best stopping-place on the route to Washoe, and the last station before cross- ing the summit of the Sierra Nevada. The winter road for Avheel-vehicles here ended; and, indeed, it may be said to have ended some distance below, for the last twelve miles of the road seemed utterly impracticable ;M4 A PEEP AT WASHOE. for wagons. At least, most of those I saw were fast in the mud, and likely to remain there till the beginning of summer. Dark and rainy as it was, there were crowds scattered around the house, as if they had some secret and positive enjoyment in the contemplation of the weather. Edging our way through, we found the bar- room packed as closely as it could be without bursting out some of the walls ; and of all the motley gangs that ever happened together within a space of twenty feet, this certainly was the most extraordinary and the most motley. Dilapidated gentlemen Math slouched hats and big boots, Jew peddlers dripping wet, red-shirted min- ers, teamsters, vaqueros, packers, and traders, swearing horribly at nothing ; some drinking at the bar, some warming themselves before a tremendous log fire that sent up a reeking steam from the conglomerated mass of wet and muddy clothes, to say nothing of the boots and socks that lay simmering near the coals. A few bare and sore footed outcasts crouched down in the cor- ners, trying to catch a nap, and here and there a returned Washoeite, describing in graphic language, garnished with oaths, the wonders and beauties of Virginia City. But chiefly remarkable in the crowd was the regiment of light infantry, pressed in double file against the dining- room door, awaiting the fourth or fifth charge at the ta- ble. At the first tinkle of the bell the door was burst open with a tremendous crash, and for a moment no battle- scene in Waterloo, no charge at Resaca de la Palma or the heights of Chapultepec, no Crimean avalanche of troops dealing death and destruction around them, could have equaled the terrific onslaught of the gallant troops of Strawberry. The whole house actually tottered and trembled at the concussion, as if shaken by an earth- quake. Long before the main body had assaulted the table the din of arms was heard above the general up- roar ; the deafening clatter of plates, knives, and forks, and the dreadful bat tle-crv of "Waiter! waiter! Pork UINNLU AT BTRAWBEKRY. P2 346 A PEEP AT WASHOE. and beans ! Coffee, waiter ! Beefsteak ! Sausages ! Po- tatoes ! Ham and eggs — quick, waiter, for God's sake !" It was a scene of destruction and carnage long to be re- membered. I had never before witnessed a battle, but I now understood how men could become maddened by the smell of blood. When the table was vacated it pre- sented a shocking scene of desolation. Whole dishes were swept of their contents ; coffee-pots were dis- charged to the dregs ; knives, forks, plates, and spoons lay in a confused mass among the bones and mutilated remnants of the dead ; chunks of bread and hot biscuit were scattered broadcast, and mince-pies were gored into fragments ; tea-cups and saucers were capsized ; and the waiters, hot, red, and steamy, were panting and swearing after their superhuman labors. Half ah hour more and the battle-field was again cleared for action. This was the sixth assault commit- ted during the evening; but it was none the less terri- ble on that account. Inspired by hunger, I joined the army of invaders this time, and by gigantic efforts of strength maintained an honorable position in the ranks. As the bell sounded, we broke ! I fixed my eye on a chair, rushed through the struggling mass, threw out my hands frantically to seize it, but, alas ! it was already captured. A dark-visaged man, who looked as if he car- ried concealed weapons on his person, was seated in it, shouting hoarsely the battle-cry of "Pork and beans! Waiter! Coffee, waiter!" Up and down the table it was one gulping mass, jaws distended, arms stretched out, knives, forks, and even the bare hands plunged into the enemy. Not a spot was vacant. I venture to as- sert that from the commencement of the assault till the capture and complete investment of the fortifications did not exceed five seconds. The storming of the Malakoff and the fall of Sebastopol could no longer claim a place in history. At length fortune favored the brave. I got a seat at the next onslaught, and took ample satisfaction for the A PEEP AT WASHOE. 347 delay by devouring such a meal as none but a hardy Washoeite could be expected to digest. Pork and beans, cabbage, beef-steak, sausages, pies, tarts, coffee and tea, eggs, etc. — these were only a few of the luxu- ries furnished by the enterprising proprietor of the "Strawberry." May every blessing attend that great benefactor of mankind ! I say it in all sincerity ; he is a great and good man, a Websterian innkeeper, for he thoroughly understands the constitution. I would give honorable mention to his name if I knew it; but it mat- ters not ; his house so far surpasses the Metropolitan or the St. Nicholas that there is no comparison in the relish with which the food is devoured. In respect to sleeping accommodations there may be some difference in their favor. I was too late to secure a bed in the general bed- room up stairs, where two hundred and fifty tired way- farers were already snoring in double-shotted bunks 2x6; but the landlord was a man of inexhaustible re- sources. A private whisper in his ear made him a friend forever. He nodded sagaciously, and led me into a small parlor about 15 x20, in which he gave my compa- ny of five what he called a " lay-out," that is to say, a lay-out on the flooi*, with our own blankets for beds and covering. This was a special favor, and I would have cherished it in my memory for years had not a suspicion been aroused in my mind before the lapse of half an hour that there were others in the confidence of mine host. Scarcely had I entered upon the first nap when some- body undertook to walk upon me, commencing on my head and ending on the pit of my stomach. I grasped him firmly by the leg. He apologized at once in the most abject manner ; and well for him he did, for it Avas enough to incense any man to be suddenly roused up in that manner. The intruder, I discovered, was a Jew peddler. He offered me a cigar, which I smoked in to- ken of amity; and in- the mean time he turned in along- side and smoked another. ' When daylight broke I cast around me to see what every body was doing to create lit 11 A PEEP AT WASHOE. 349 such a general commotion. I perceived that there were about forty sleepers, all getting up. Boots strongly scented with feet, and stockings of every possible degree of odor, were lying loose in all directions; blankets, packs, old clothes, and ragged shirts, and I don't know what all — a palpable violation of the landlord's implied compact. True, he had not agreed to furnish a single bed for five, but he never hinted that he was going to put forty men, of all sorts and sizes, in the same general u lay-out," as he was pleased to style it, and that only TUJK SsTlM'liINU -THIEF. 350 A PEEP AT WASHOE. large enough for half the number. Once, in Minnesota, I slept in a bed with eight, and gave considerable offense to my landlord when I remonstrated against his putting in a ninth. He said he liked to see a man " accommoda- ting" — a reflection upon my good-nature which I consid- ered wholly unwarranted by the circumstances. But this was even a stronger case. The Jew peddler had not undressed, and, not to judge him harshly, I don't think he ever did undress. He was soon up, and left, as I suppose, while I was dressing. With him departed my stockings. They were not very fine — perhaps, considering the muddy road, not very clean ; but they were all I had, and were valuable be- yond gold or silver in this foot-weary land. I never saw them more. What aggravated the offense, when I came to review it seriously, was, that I remembered hav- ing seen him draw just such a pair over his boots, as a protection against the snow, without the remotest sus- picion of the great wrong he was doing me. We shall meet this Stocking-thief again. ) CHAPTER III. ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS. Upon taking an observation from the front door at Strawberry, we were rather startled to find that the whole place was covered with snow to the depth of two or three feet. The pack trains had given up all hope of getting over the mountain. It was snowing hard, and the appearance of the weather was dark and threatening. To be housed up here with three or four hundred men, and the additional numbers that might be expected be- fore night, was not a pleasant prospect ; but to be caught in a snow-storm on the summit, where so many had per- ished during the past winter, was worse still. Upon re- viewing the chances I resolved to start, and if the storm A PEEP AT WASHOE. .351 continued I thought there would be no difficulty in find- ing the way back. It was eight miles of a continuous and precipitous ascent to the summit, and three miles from that point to the Lake House in Lake Valley, where the accommodations were said to be the worst on the whole trail. i A few miles from Strawberry one of the party gave out in consequence of sore feet ; the other two pushed THB TRAIL I'UOM STRAWBERRY. 352 A PEEP AT WASHOE. on, despite the storm which now raged fearfully, but had not proceeded far when they were forced to turn back. I was loth to leave my disabled friend, and returned with him to Strawberry, where we had a repetition of nearly all that has already been described, only a little intensified in consequence of increased numbers. The others of our party stopped somewhere on the road, and I did not meet them again until next afternoon at Wood- ford's, on the other side of the mountain. As soon as it was light next morning I took another observation of the weather. It was still snowing, but not so heavily as on the preceding day. My remaining partner was by this time completely crippled in his feet, and had to hire a horse at the rate of twenty dollars for twenty-five miles. I was delayed some hours in getting off, owing to the pressure of the forces at the breakfast-table, but finally made a fair start for the summit. My pack had become a source of considerable inconvenience. I was accus- tomed to walking, but not to carrying a burden of twen- ty or twenty-five pounds. My shoulders and ankles were so galled that every step had to be made on the nicest calculation ; but the new snow on top of the old trail began to melt as soon as the sun came out, making a very bad trail for pedestrians. Two miles from Straw- berry we crossed a bridge, and struck for the summit. Sere we had need of all our powers of endurance. It was a constant struggle through melted snow and mud — slipping, sliding, grasping, rolling, tumbling, and climb- ing, up again and still up, till it verily seemed as if we must be approaching the clouds. The most prominent peculiarity of these mountains is, that a person on. foot, with a heavy load on his back, is never at the top when he imagines he is ; the "divide" is always a little farther on and a little higher up — at least until he passes it, which he does entirely ignorant of the fact. There is really no perceptible "divide;" you pass a series of ele- vations, and commence the descent without any appar- ent difference in the trail. A PEEP AT WASHOE. 353 The pack trains had broken through the old snow in many places, leaving deep holes, which, being now par- tially covered with recent snow, proved to be regular man-traps, often bringing up the unwary pedestrian " all standing." The sudden wrenching of the feet in the smaller holes, which had been explored by the legs of horses, mules, and cattle, was an occurrence of every ten or a dozen steps. In many places the trail was perfectly honeycombed wkh holes, where the heavily-laden ani- mals had cut through the snow, and it was exceedingly difficult to find a foothold. To step on either side and avoid these bad places would seem easy enough, but I tried it on more than one occasion, and got very nearly buried alive. All along the route, at intervals of a mile or two, we continued to meet pack trains ; and as every body had to give way before them, the tumbling out and plunging in the snow were very lively. ) I walked on rapidly in the hope of making Woodford's — the station on the eastern slope of the mountain — be- fore night, and by degrees got ahead of the main body of footmen who had left Strawberry that morning. In a narrow gorge, a short distance from the commence- ment of the descent into Lake Valley, I happened to look up a little to the right, where, to my astonishment, I perceived four large brown wolves sitting on their haunches not over twenty feet from me ! They seemed entirely unconcerned at my presence, except in so far as they may have indulged in some speculation as to the amount of flesh contained on my body. As I was entire- ly unarmed, I thought it would be but common polite- ness to speak to them, so I gave them a yell in the In- dian language. At this they retired a short distance, but presently came back again as if to inquire the exact meaning of my salutation. I now thought it best not to be too intimate, for I saw they were getting rather fa- miliar on a short acquaintance ; and picking up a stick oflfcood, I made a rush and a yell at them which must have been formidable in the extreme. This time they 354 A PEEP AT WASHOE. " WE AEE WAITING FOB YOU." retreated more rapidly, and seemed undecided about re- turning. At this crisis in affairs a pack train came along, the driver of which had a pistol. Upon pointing out the wolves to him he fired, but missed them. They then retreated up the side of the mountain, and I saw nothing- more of them. ( The descent of the "grade" was the next rough Teat- A PEEP AT WASHOE. 355 are in our day's journey. From the point overlooking Lake Valley the view is exceedingly fine. Lake Bigler — a sheet of water forty or fifty miles in length by ten or fifteen wide — lies embosomed in the mountains in full view from this elevation ; but there was a drizzling sleet which obscured it on this occasion. I had a fine sight of it. on my return, however, and have seldom witnessed any scene in Europe or elsewhere to compare with it in extent and grandeur. } The trail on the grade was slippery with sleet, and walking upon it was out of the question. Running, jumping, and sliding were the only modes of locomotion at all practicable. I tried one of the short cuts, and found it an expeditious way of getting to the bottom. Wt A SUOKT OCT. Some trifling obstruction deprived me of the use of my feet at the very start, after which I traveled down in a series of gyrations at once picturesque and complicated. When I reached the bottom I was entirely unable to comprehend how it had all happened ; but there I was, pack and baggage, all safely delivered in the snow — bones sound, and free of expense. 056 A PEEP AT WASHOE. At the Lake House — a tolerably good-sized shanty at the foot of the grade — we found a large party assembled, taking their ease as they best could in such a place, without much to eat and but little to drink, except old- fashioned taren tula-juice, "warranted to kill at forty paces." The host of the. Lake was in a constant state of nervous excitement, and did more scolding, swearing, gouging, and general hotel work in the brief space of half an hour than any man I ever saw. He seemed to be quite worn out with his run of customers — from a hundred to three hundred of a night, and nowhere to stow 'em — all cussin' at him for not keepin' provisions ; and how could ho, when they ate him clean out every day, and some of 'em never paid him, and never will ? I was not sorry to get clear of the Lake House, its filth, and its troubles. Upon crossing the valley, which is here about a mile wide, the ascent of the next summit commences. Here we had almost a repetition of the main summit, except that the descent on the other side is more gradual. At length we struck the beginning of Hope Valley. I shall always remember this portion of the journey as the worst I ever traveled on foot. Every yard of the trail was honeycombed to the depth of two or three feet. On the edges there was no foothold at all ; and occasionally we had to wade knee-deep in black, sticky mire, from which it was difficult to extricate one's feet and boots at the same time. I was glad enough when myself and two casual acquaintances succeeded in reach- ing the solitary log house which stands near the middle of the valley. I little expected to find in this wilderness a philoso- pher of the old school ; but here was a man who had evidently made up his mind to withstand all the allure- ments of wealth, and devote the remainder of his life to ascetic reflections upon the follies of mankind. Diogenes in his tub was not more rigorous in his seclusion than A PEEP AT WASHOE. 357 this isolated inhabitant of Hope Valley. His log cabin, to be sure, was some improvement, in extent, upon the domicile of that famous philosopher ; but in point of architectural style, I don't know that there could have been much advantage either way. A few empty bags, and a bar entirely destitute of bot- tles, with a rough bench to sit upon, comprised all the furniture that was visible to the naked eye. From a beam overhead hung a bunch of foxskins, which emitted a very gamy odor ; and the clay floor had apparently never been swept, save by the storms that had passed over it before the cabin was built. A couple of rifles hung upon pegs projecting from the chimnej 7 , and a powder-flaslafcvas the only mantle-piece ornament. Diog- enes sat, or rather reclined, on the pile of empty sacks, holding by the neck a fierce bull-dog. The sanguinary propensities of tlfll animal were manifested by repeated attempts to break awa} r , and seize somebody by the throat or the leg; not that he growled, or snarled, or showed any puppyish symptoms of a trifling kind, but there was a playful switching of his tail and a leer of the eye uncommonly vicious and tiger-like. It certainly would not have taken him more than two minutes to hamstring the stoutest man in the party. Between the dog and his master there was a very striking congeniality of disposition, if one might judge by the expression of their respective countenances. It would apparently have taken but little provocation to make either of them bite. Battered and bruised as we were, and hungry into the bargain, after our hard struggle over the mountain, it became a matter of vital importance that we should se- cure lodgings for the night, and, if possible, get some- thing to eat. The place looked rather unpromising ; but, after our experience in Lake Valley, Ave were not easily discouraged. Upon broaching the subject to Di- ogenes in the mildest possible manner, his brow dark- ened, as if a positive insult to his common sense had been attempted. 358 A PEEP AT WASHOE. , - i :■ ; ) V " Stay here all night !" he repeated, savagely. " What the h — 11 do you want to stay here all night for ?" We hinted at a disposition to sleep, and thought he might possibly have room on the floor for our blankets. At this he snapped his fingers contemptuously, and muttered, " Can't come that over me ! I've been here too loner for that !" A PEEP AT WASHUE. 359 " But Ave are willing to pay you whatever is fair." " Pay ? Who said I wanted pay ? Do I look like a man that wants money?" We thought not. " If I wanted money," continued Diogenes, " I could have made fifty dollars a day for the last two months. But I ask no favors of the world. Some of 'em wants to stay here whether I will or no ; I rather think I'm too many for any of that sort — eh, Bull, what d'ye say ?" Bull growled, with a bloodthirsty meaning. " Too many altogether, gents — me and Bull." There was a sturdy independence about this fellow, and a scorn for filthy lucre that rather astonished me as a citizen of a money-loving state. " Well, if you can't let us stay all night, perhaps you can get us up a snack of dinner ?" "Snack of dinner?" — and here there Avas a guttural chuckle that boded failure again — " I tell you this ain't a tavern ; and if it Avas, my cook's gone out to take a airing." " But have you nothing in the house to eat ?" " Oh yes, there's a bunch of foxskins. If you'd like some of 'em cooked, I'll bile 'em for you." This man's disposition had evidently been soured in early life. I think he must have been crossed in love. His style had the merit of being terse, but his manner Avas sarcastic to the verge of impoliteness. " Well, I suppose Ave can warm ourselves at the fire ?" " If you can," quoth Diogenes, " you can do more than I can ; and here he hauled his blanket over his shoulders, and fell back on the empty potato sacks as if there was no more to be said on that or any other subject. The bull-dog seemed to be of the same Avay of think- ing, and quietly laid down by his master ; still, however, keeping his eye on us, as suspicious characters. Nothing remained but to push on for Woodford's, distant six miles. Noav, Avhen you come to put six miles on the end of 360 A PEEP AT WASHOE. a day's journey such as ours had been, it becomes a serious matter. Besides, it was growing late, and a ter- rific wind, accompanied by a blinding sleet, rendered it scarcely practicable to stand up, much less to walk. I do not know bow we ever staggered over that six miles. The last three, however, were down hill, and not so bad, as the snow was pretty well gone from the canon on the approach to Woodford's. This is the last station on the way over from Carson, and forms the upper terminus of that valley. It is sup- posed to be in Utah, but our landlord could not tell us exactly where the boundary-line ran. We found here several hundred people, bound in both directions, and passed a very rough night, trying to get a little sleep amid the motley and noisy crowd. I had endured the journey thus far very well, and had gained considerably in strength and appetite. The next day, however, upon striking into the sand of Carson Val- ley, my feet became terribly blistered, and the walking was exceedingly painful. There are some good farms in the upper part of the valley, between Woodford's and Genoa, though the general aspect of the country is bar- ren in the extreme. By sundown I had made only fifteen miles, and still was three miles from Genoa. Every hundred yards was now equal to a mile. At length I found it utterly im- possible to move another step. It was quite dark, and there was nothing for it but to sit down on the road-side. Fortunately, the weather was comparatively mild. As I was meditating how to pass the night, I perceived a hot spring close by, toward which I crept ; and finding .the water strongly impregnated with salt, it occurred to me that it might benefit my feet. I soon plunged them in, and in half an hour found them so much improved that I was enabled to resume my journey. An hour more, and I was snugly housed at Genoa. This was a place of some importance during the time of the Mormon settlements, but had not kept pace with A PEEP AT WASHOE. 361 Carson City in the general improvement caused by the recent discoveries. At present it contained a population of not more than two or three hundred, chiefly store- keepers, teamsters, and workmen employed upon a neigh- boring saw-mill. The inhabitants professed to be rich in silver leads, but upon an examination of the records to find the lead in which my San Francisco friend had invested, and which was represented to be in this dis- trict, I was unable to find any trace of it; and there was no such name as that of the alleged owner known or ever heard of in Genoa. In fact, as I afterward ascer- tained, it was purely a fictitious name, and the whole transaction was one of those Peter Funk swindles so often practiced upon the unwary during this memorable era of swindles. I don't know how my friend received the intelligence, but I reported it to him without a soli- tary mitigating circumstance. Had I met with the vile miscreant who had imposed upon him, I should have felt bound to resort to personal measures of satisfaction, in consideration of the fund expended by my friend on the expenses of this commission of inquiry. The deeds were so admirably drawn, and the names written so legi- bly, that I don't wonder he Avas taken in. In fact, the only obstacle to his scheme of sudden wealth was, that there were no such mines, and no such men as the alleged discoverers in existence. I proceeded the next clay to Carson City, which I had fixed upon as the future head-quarters of my agency. The distance from Genoa is fifteen miles, the road wind- ing around the base of the foot-hills most of the way. I was much impressed with the marked difference be- tween the country on this side of the Sierra Nevada range and the California side. Here the mountains were but sparsely timbered ; the soil was poor and sandy, producing little else than stunted sage bushes ; and the few scattering farms had a thriftless and poverty-stricken look, as if the task of cultivation had proved entirely hopeless, and had long since been given up. Across the Q CARSON CITY. ( A PEEP AT WASHOE. 363 valley toAvard the Desert, ranges of mountains, almost destitute of trees, and of most stern and forbidding as- pect, stretched as far as the eye could reach. Carson River, which courses through the plain, presented the only pleasing feature in the scene. I was rather agreeably suprised at the civilized aspect of Carson City. It is really quite a pretty and thrifty little town. Situated within a mile of the foot-hills, within reach of the main timber region of the country, and well watered by streams from the mountains, it is rather imposing on first acquaintance ; but the climate is abominable, and not to be endured. I know of none so bad except that of Virginia City, which is infinitely worse. The population was about twelve or fifteen hundred at the time of my visit. There was great spec- ulation in town lots going on, a rumor having come from Salt Lake that the seat of government of Utah was about to be removed to Carson. Hotels and stores were in progress of erection all about the Plaza, but especially drinking and gambling saloons, it being an article of faith among the embryo sovereigns of Utah that no govern- ment can be judiciously administered without plenty of whisky, and superior accommodations for "bucking at monte." I am not sure but there is a similar feature in the California Constitution ; at least, the practice is car- ried on to some extent at Sacramento during the sittings of the Legislature. Measures of the most vital import- ance are first introduced in rum cocktails, then steeped in whisky, after which they are engrossed in gin for a third reading. Before the final vote the opponents ad- journ to a game of poker or sledge, and upon the amount of Champagne furnished on the occasion by the respect- ive parties interested in the bill depends its passage or defeat. It was said that Champagne carried one of the great senatorial elections; but this has been denied, and it would be dangerous to insist upon it. I had the pleasure of meeting in jCarson an esteemed friend from San Francisco, Mr. A. J. Van Winkle, Real 364 A PEEP AT WASHOE. Estate Agent, who, being a descendant of the famous Rip Van Winkle, was thoughtful enough to furnish me with a bunk to sleep in. Warned by the fate of his un- happy ancestor, my friend had gone briskly into the land business^nd now owned enough of town lots, of amaz- iugly appreciative value, to keep any man awake for the remainder of his life. I think if I had as much property, doubling itself up all the time like an acrobat in a circus, I would never sleep another wink thinking about it. Chief among the curiosities of Carson City is the Ter- ritorial Enterprise — a newspaper of an origin long an- terior to the mining excitement. I was introduced to "the Colonel," who presides over the editorial depart- ment, and found him uncommonly strong on the ultimate destiny of Carson. His office was located in a dirty frame shanty, where, amid types, rollers, composing- stones, and general rubbish of a dark and literary aspect, those astounding editorials which now and then arouse the public mind are concocted. The Colonel and his compositors live in a sort of family fashion, entirely free from the rigorous etiquette of such establishments in New York. They cook their own food in the composi- tion room (which is also the editorial and press room), and being, as a general thing, short of plates, use the frying-pan in common for that purpose. In cases of great festivity and rejoicing, when a subscriber has set- tled up arrearages or the cash is paid down for a good job of hand-bills, the Colonel purchases the best tender- loin steak to be had in market, and cooks it with one hand, while with the other he writes a letter of thanks to the subscriber, or a puff on the hand-bill. (But the great hope upon which the Colonel feeds his imagination is the removal of the seat of government from Salt Lake to Carson City, which he considers the proper place. Mr. Van Winkle is also of the same opinion ; and, as a general thing, the proposition is favorably entertained by the citizens of Carson. A As usual in new countries, a strong feeling of rivalry A PEEP AT WASHOE. 3G5 exists between the Cavsouites and the inhabitants of Virginia City. I have summed up the arguments on both sides and reduced them to the following pungent essence : Virginia City — a mud-hole ; climate, hurricanes and snow ; water, a dilution of arsenic, plumbago, and cop- peras ; wood, none at all except sage-brush ; no title to property, and no property worth having. Carson City — a mere accident ; occupation of the in- habitants, waylaying strangers bound for Virginia ; bus- iness, selling whisky, and so dull at that, men fall asleep in the middle of the street going from one groggery to another ; productions, grass and weeds on the Plaza. While this fight is going on, Silver City, which lies about midway between the two, shrugs her shoulders and thanks her stars there can be no rivalry in her case. If ever there was a spot fitted by nature for a seat of government, it is Silver City — the most central, the most moral, the most promising; in short, the only place where the seat of government can exist for any length of time. This Kilkenny-cat fight is highly edifying to a stran- ger, who, of course, is expected to take sides, or at once acknowledge himself an enemy. The result, I hope, will be satisfactory and triumphant to all parties. I would suggest that the government be split into three slices, and a slice stowed away under ground in each of the great cities, so that it may permeate the foundations of society. CHAPTER IV. AN INFERNAL CITY. A few days after my arrival in Carson the sky dark- ened, and Ave soon had a specimen of the spring weather of this region. To say that it stormed, snowed, and 366 A PEEP AT WASHOE. rained would be ridiculously tame iu comparison -with the real state of the case. The wind whistled through the thin shanties in a manner that left scarcely a hope of roof or frame standing till night. Through the crevices came little hurricanes of snow-drift mixed with sand ; each tenement groaned and creaked as if its last hour had come ; the air was bitterly cold ; and it seemed, in short, as if the vengeance of Heaven had been let loose on this desolate and benighted region. Next day the clouds gradually lifted from the mount- ain tops, and the sun once more shone out bright and clear. The snow, which now covered the valley, began to disappear ; the lowing of half-starved cattle, in search of the few green patches visible here and there, gave some promise of life ; but soon the portentous gusts of wind swept down again from the canons; dark clouds overspread the sky, and a still more violent storm than on the preceding day set in, and continued without in- termission all night. By morning the whole face of the country was covered with. snow. A few stragglers came in from Woodford's, who reported that the trail to Placerville was covered up to the depth of six or eight feet, and was entirely impracticable for man or beast. Apprehensions were felt for the safety of the trains on the way through, as nothing could be heard from them. A large party had started out to open the trail, but were forced back by the severity of the weather. The snow-drifts were said to vary from twenty to thirty feet in depth. Here was a pretty predicament ! To be shut up in this desolate region, where even the cattle were dying of starvation, with seven or eight thousand human mouths to be fed, and the stock of provisions rapidly giving out, was rather a serious aspect of affairs. I do not know that actual starvation could have resulted for some time, certainly not until what cattle were alive had been killed, and soup made of the dead carcasses that covered the plain. Even before resorting to the latter extremity A PEEP AT WASHOE. SQ1 there were horses, mules, burros, and dogs on hand, upon which the cravings of hunger might be appeased for a month or so ; and in the event of all these resources giving out, should the worst come to the worst, the few Digger Indians that hung around the settlements might be made available as an article of temporary subsistence. In this extremity, when considerable suffering, if not absolute starvation, stared us in the face, the anxiety respecting the opening of the trails became general. Groups of men of divers occupations stood in the streets, or on every little rise of ground in the neighborhood, speculating upon the chances or peering through the gloom in the hope of discerning the approach of some relief train. The sugar was gone; flour was eighty dol- lars a sack, and but little to be had at that; barley was seventy-five cents a pound, and hay sixty cents ; horses were dying for want of something to eat ; cigars were rapidly giving out; whisky might stand the pull another week, but the prospect was gloomy of any thing more nourishing. In this exciting state of affairs, when every brain was racked to devise ways and means of relief, and when hope of succor was almost at an end, a scout came run- ning in from the direction of the Downerville trail with the glorious tidings of an approaching mule train. The taverns, billiard saloons,, groggeries, and various stores were soon empty — every body rushed down the street to have assurance made doubly sure. Cheer after cheer burst from the elated crowd when the train hove in sight. On it came — at first like a row of ants creeping down the hillside ; then nearer and larger, till the clatter of the hoofs and the rattling of the packs could be heard ; then the blowing of the tired mules ; and at last the leader, an old gray mule, came staggering wearily along heavily packed. A barrel was poised on his back — doubtless a barrel of beef, or it might be pork, or bacon. The brand heaves in sight. Per Baccho ! it is neither beef, pork, nor bacon, but whisky — old Bourbon whisky ! The next ;jG8 A PEEP AT WASHOE. mule totters along under two half barrels. Speculation is rife. Every man with a stomach and an appetite for wholesome food is interested. Pigs' feet perhaps, or mackerel, or, it may be, preserved chicken ? But here is the mark — brandy / by the powers! nothing but bran- dy/ However, here comes the third w T ith a load of five- gallon kegs — molasses beyond question, or lard, or but- ter? Wrong again, gentlemen — gin, nothing but gin. On staggers a fourth, heavily burdened with more kegs — sugar, or corn-meal, or preserved apples, I'll bet my head. Never bet your head. It is nothing but bitters — Mack's Bitters ! But surely the fifth carries a box of crushed sugar on his back, he bears himself so gayly un- der his burden. And well he may ! That box contains no more sugar than you do, my friend ; it is stuffed choke-full with decanters, tumblers, and pewter spoons. But there are still ten or fifteen mules more. Surely there must be some provisions in the train. Nobody can live to a very protracted period of life on brandy, whisky, gin, Mack's Bitters, and glass-ware. Alas for human expectation ! One by one the jaded animals pass, groaning and tottering under their heavy burdens — a barrel of rum ; two boxes of bottled ale ; six crates of Champagne ; two pipes of California wine ; a large crate of bar fixtures ; and a dozen boxes of cigars — none of them nutritious articles of subsistence. As if to enhance our troubles, the party in charge of the train had been nearly starved out in the mountains, and now came in the very lankest and hungriest of the crowd. If they were thirsty, it was their own fault ; but none of them looked as if they had suffered in that respect. Before entering into the responsible duties of my agen- cy, I was desirous of seeing as much of the mining re- gion as possible, and with this view took the stage for Virginia City. The most remarkable peculiarity on the road was the driver, whose likeness I struck in a happy moment of inspiration. At Silver City, eight miles from Q2 370 A PEEP AT WASHOE. Carson, I dismounted, and proceeded the rest of the way on foot. The road here becomes rough and hilly, and but little is to be seen of the city except a- few tents and board shanties. Haifa mile beyond is a remarkable gap cut by Nature through the mountain, as if for the ex- press purpose of giving the road an opportunity to visit Virginia City. As I passed through the Devil's Gate it struck me that there was something ominous in the name. "Let all who enter here — " But I had already reached the other side. It was too late now for repentance. I was about to inquire where the devil — Excuse me, I use the word in no indecorous sense. I was simply about to ask where he lived, when, looking up the road, I saw amid the smoke and din of shivered rocks, where grimy imps were at work blasting for ore, a string of adventur- ers laden with picks, shovels, and crowbars ; kegs of powder, frying-pans, pitch-forks, and other instruments of torture — all wearily toiling in the same direction ; decrepit old men, with avarice imprinted upon their fur- rowed brows ; Jews and Gentiles, foot-weary and hag- gard ; the young and the old, the strong and the weak, all alike burning with an unhallowed lust for lucre ; and then I shuddered as the truth flashed upon me that they were going straight to — Virginia City. Every foot of the canon was claimed, and gangs of miners were at work all along the road, digging and delving into the earth like so many infatuated gophers. Many of these unfortunate creatures lived in holes dug into the side of the hill, and here and there a blanket thrown over a few stakes served as a domicile to shield them from the weather. At Gold Hill, two miles beyond the Gate, the excite- ment was quite pitiable to behold. Those who were not at work burrowing holes into the mountain were gath- ered in gangs around the whisky saloons, pouring liquid fire down their throats, and swearing all the time in a manner so utterly reckless as to satisfy me they had long since bid farewell to hope. A PEEP AT WASHOE. •!71 n THE DEVIL'S GATE. This district is said to be exceedingly rich in gold, and I fancy it may well be so, for it is certainly rich in noth- ing else. A more barren -looking and forbidding spot could scarcely be found elsewhere on the face of the earth. The whole aspect of the country indicates that it must have been burned up in hot fires many years ago 372 A PEEP AT WASHOE. and reduced to a mass of cinders, or scraped up from all the desolate spots in the known world, and thrown over the Sierra Nevada Mountains in a confused mass to be out of the way. I do not wish to be , understood as speaking disrespectfully of any of the works of creation, but it is inconceivable that this region should ever have been designed as an abode for man. A short distance beyond Gold Hill Ave came in sight of the great mining capital of Washoe, the far-famed Virginia City. In the course of a varied existence it had been my fortune to visit the city of Jerusalem, the city of Constantinople, the city of the Sea, the City of the Dead, the Seven Cities, and others of historical ce- lebrity in the Old World, and many famous cities in the New, including Port Townsend, Crescent City, Benicia, and the New York of the Pacific, but I had neVer yet be- held such a city as that which now burst upon my dis- tended organs of vision. On a slope of mountains speckled with snow, sage- bushes, and mounds of upturned earth, without any ap- parent beginning or end, congruity or regard for the eternal fitness of things, lay outspread the wondrous city of Virginia. Frame shanties, pitched together as if by accident ; tents of canvas, of blankets, of brush, of potato-sacks and old shirts, with empty whisky -barrels for chimneys ; smoky hovels of mud and stone ; coyote holes in the mountain side forcibly seized and held by men ; pits and shafts with smoke issuing from every crevice ; piles of goods and rubbish on craggy points, in the hollows, on the rocks, in the mud, in the snow, every where, scat- tered broadcast in pell-mell confusion, as if the clouds had suddenly burst overhead and rained down the dregs of all the flimsy, rickety, filthy little hovels and rubbish of merchandise that had ever undergone the process of evaporation from the earth since the days of Noah. The intervals of space, which may or may not have been streets, were dotted over with human beings of such ViEUlNIA CITY. 374 A PEEP AT WASHOE. sort, variety, and numbers, that the famous ant-hills of Africa were as nothing in the comparison. To say that they were rough, muddy, unkempt and unwashed, would be but faintly expressive of their actual appearance ; they were all this by reason of exposure to the weather; but they seemed to have caught the very diabolical tint and grime of the whole place. Here and there, to be sure, a San Francisco dandy of the "boiled shirt" and " stove-pipe" pattern loomed up in proud consciousness of the triumphs of art under adverse circumstances, but they were merely peacocks in the barn-yard. A fraction of the crowd, as we entered the precincts of the town, were engaged in a lawsuit relative to a question of title. The arguments used on both sides were empty whisky-bottles, after the fashion of the Ba- silinum, or club law, which, according to Addison, pre- vailed in the colleges of learned men in former times. Several of the disputants had already been knocked down and convinced, and various others were freely shedding their blood in the cause of justice. Even the bull-terriers took an active part — or, at least, a very prominent part. The difficulty was about the ownership of a lot, which had been staked out by one party and "jumped" by another. Some two or three hundred dis- interested observers stood by, enjoying the spectacle, several of them with their hands on their revolvers, to be ready in case of any serious issue; but these dangerous weapons are only used on great occasions — a refusal to drink, or some illegitimate trick at monte. Upon fairly reaching what might be considered the centre of the town, it was interesting to observe the maimers and customs of the place. Groups of keen spec- ulators were huddled around the corners, in earnest con- sultation about the rise and fall of stocks ; rough custom- ers, with red and blue flannel shirts, were straggling in from the Flowery Diggings, the Desert, and other rich points, with specimens of croppings in their hands, or offering bargains in the " Rogers," the " Lady Bryant," A QUESTION OF TITLE. 31 Q A PEEP AT WASHOE. the "Mammoth," the "Woolly Horse," and Heaven knows how many other valuable leads, at prices varying from ten to seventy-five dollars a foot. Small knots of the knowing ones were in confidential interchange of thought on the subject of every other man's business ; here and there a loose man was caught by the button, and led aside behind a shanty to be " stuffed ;" every body had some grand secret, which nobody else could find out ; and the game of " dodge" and " pump" was universally played. Jew clothing-men were setting out their goods and chattels in front of wretched-looking tenements ; monte-dealers, gamblers, thieves, cut-throats, and murderers were mingling miscellaneously in the dense crowds gathered around the bars of the drinking saloons. Now and then a half-starved Pah-Ute or Wash- oe Indian came tottering along under a heavy press of fagots and whisky. On the main street, where the mass of the population were gathered, a jaunty fellow who had "made a good thing of it" dashed through the crowds on horseback, accoutred in genuine Mexican style, swing- ing his riata over his head, and yelling like a devil let loose. All this time the wind blew in terrific gusts from the four quarters of the compass, tearing away signs, capsizing tents, scattering the grit from the gravel-banks with blinding force in every body's eyes, and sweeping furiously around every crook and corner in search of some sinner to smite. Never was such a wind as this — so scathing, so searching, so given to penetrate the very core of suffering humanity ; disdaining overcoats, and utterly scornful of shawls and blankets. It actually seemed to double up, twist, pull, push, and screw the un- fortunate biped till his muscles cracked and his bones rattled — following him wherever he sought refuge, pur- suing him down the back of the neck, up the coat-sleeves, ih rough the legs of his pantaloons, into his boots — in short, it was the most villainous and persecuting wind that ever blew, and I boldly protest that it did nobody troofl. A PEEP AT WASHOE. 377 Yet, in the midst of the general wreck and crash of matter, the business of trading in claims, "bucking" and " bearing," went on as if the zephyrs of Virginia were as soft and balmy as those of San Francisco. This was surely — No matter; nothing on earth could aspire to competition with such a place. It was essentially infernal in every aspect, whether viewed from the Comstock Ledge or the summit of Gold Hill. No- body seemed to own the lots except by right of posses- sion ; yet there was trading in lots to an unlimited ex- tent. Nobody had any money, yet every body was a millionaire in silver claims. Nobody had any credit, yet every body bought thousands of feet of glittering ore. Sales were made in the Mammoth, the Lady Bryant, the 378 A PEEP AT WASHOE. Sacramento, the Winnebunk, and the innumerable other "outside claims," at the most astounding figures, but not a dime passed hands. All was silver under ground, and deeds and mortgages on top; silver, silver every- where, but scarce a dollar in coin. The small change had somehow gotten out of the hands of the public into the gambling saloons. Every speck of ground covered by canvas, boards, baked mud, brush, or other architectural material, was jammed to suffocation ; there were sleeping houses, twenty feet by thirty, in which from one hundred and fifty to two hundred solid sleepers sought slumber at night, at a dollar a head ; tents, eight by ten, offering ac- commodations to the multitude; any thing or any place, even a stall in a stable, would have been a luxury. The chief hotel, called, if I remember, the "Indication," or the " Hotel de Haystack," or some such euphonious name, professed to accommodate three hundred live men, and it doubtless did so, for the floors were covered from the attic to the solid earth — three hundred human beings in a tinder-box not bigger than a first-class hen-coop ! But they were sorry-looking sleepers as they came forth each morning, swearing at the evil genius who had di- rected them to this miserable spot — every man a dollar and a pound of flesh poorer. I saw some, who perhaps were short of means, take surreptitious naps against the posts and walls in the bar-room, while they ostensibly professed to be mere spectators. In truth, wherever I turned there was much to confirm the forebodings with which I had entered the Devil's Gate. The deep pits on the hill-sides ; the blasted and barren appearance of the whole country ; the unsight- ly hodge-podge of a town ; the horrible confusion of tongues ; the roaring, raving drunkards at the bar-rooms, swilling fiery liquids from morning till night ; the flaring and flaunting gambling-saloons, filled with desperadoes of the vilest sort ; the ceaseless torrent of imprecations that shocked the ear on every side ; the mad specula- GOLD niLL. 380 A PEEP AT WASHOE. tions and feverish thirst for gain — all combined to give me a forcible impression of the unhallowed character of the place. What dreadful savage is that ? I asked, as a ferocious- looking monster in human shape stalked through the crowd. Is it — can it be the — ? No ; that's only a mur- derer. He shot three men a few weeks ago, and will probably shoot another before night. And this aged and decrepit man, his thin locks floating around his hag- gard and unshaved face, and matted "with filth ? That's SAN FRANCISCO SPECULATORS. a speculator from San Francisco. See how wildly he grasps at every "indication," as if he had a lease of life A PEEP AT WASHOE. 381 for a thousand years! And this bull-dog fellow, with a mutilated face, button-holing every by-passer ? That fel- low ? Oh, he's only a " bummer" in search of a cocktail. And this — and this — all these crazy-looking wretches, running hither and thither with hammers and stones in their hands, calling one another aside, hurrying to the. assay offices, pulling out papers, exchanging mysterious ASSAY OFFICE. 382 A PEEP AT WASHOE. signals — who and what are all these? Oh, these are Washoe millionaires. They are deep in " outside claims." The little fragments of rock they carry in their hands are " croppings" and " indications" from the " Wake-up- Jake," "Root-Hog-or-Die," "Wild-Cat," "Grizzly-Hill," "Dry-up," "Same Horse," " Let-her-Rip," "You Bet," " Gouge-Eye," and other famous ledges and companies, in which they own some thousands of feet. Hold, good friend ! I am convinced there is no rest for the wicked. All night long these dreadful noises continue ; the ears are distracted with an unintelligible jargon of "crop- pings," "ledges," "lodes," "leads," "indications," "feet," and "strikes," and the nostrils offended with foul odors of boots, old pipes, and dirty blankets — who can doubt the locality ? If the climate is more rigorous than Dante describes it — if Calypso might search in vain for Ulysses in such a motley crowd — these apparent differences are not inconsistent with the general theory of changes pro- duced by American emigration and the sudden conglom- eration of such incongruous elements. I was grieved and astonished to find many friends hei - e — some of them gentlemen who had borne a very fair reputation in San Francisco, and whose unhappy fate I never could have anticipated. The bankers and bro- kers who had been cut off, after a prosperous career on Montgomery Street, had, of course, reached the goal to- ward which they had long been tending; the lawyers, who had set their unfortunate fellow-creatures by the ears, were now in a congenial element ; the hard traders and unscrupulous speculators, who had violated all the moral obligations of life in their greedy lust for money, naturally abounded in large numbers; in short, it was not a matter of surprise that justice had at length been dealt out to many sinful men. But when I recognized friends whom I had formerly known as good citizens, the fathers of interesting families, exemplary members of society in San Francisco, I was profoundly shocked, ft was impo*ble to deny that they must have been A PEEP AT WASHOE. ,383 guilty of some grievous wickedness to entitle them to such a punishment. /'What surprised me most of all was to find Colonel R , to whom I had a letter of introduction, the lead- ing spirit here. His assistance was sought by all. He was the best friend to any man in need of advice. Hos- pitality with him was a cardinal virtue. He had turned out of his own snug quarters long since to make room for the sick and disabled, and now slept about wher- ever he could find shelter. He was chief owner in the "ComstockLead," and showed great liberality in giving a helping hand to others on the road to fortune. In fine, I am utterly unable to determine for what crime he was now suffering expiation. There was nothing in his con- duct that I could discover the least unbecoming to a good citizen. His benevolence, hospitality, and genial manners were worthy any Christian. To me and to many others he proved the good Samaritan, and I still hesitate to believe that he merited the hard fate now meted out to him. But who can fathom the judgments pronounced upon men? J The bare contemplation of the miseries suffered by the inhabitants of this dreadful place was enough to stagger all convictions of my identity. Could it be possible that I was at last in — in Virginia City ? What had I done to bring me to this ? In vain I entered into a retrospec- tion of the various iniquities of my life; but I could hit upon nothing that seemed bad enough to warrant such a fate. At length a withering truth flashed upon me. This must be the end of a federal existence! This must be the abode of ex-inspector-generals ! It must be here that the accounts current of the decapitated are exam- ined. Woe to the wretch who failed to profit by specie clause of the Independent Treasury Act while he had official claws on liand ! Such laches of public duty can not be tolerated even in — Virginia City. I slept, or rather tried to sleep, at one "Zip's," where there were only twenty "bunks" in the room, and was 384 A PEEP AT WASHUE. fortunate in securing a bunk even there. But the great Macbeth himself, laboring under the stings of an evil conscience, could have made a better hand of sleeping than I did at Zip's. It proved to be a general meeting- place for my San Francisco friends, and as they were all very rich in mining claims, and bent on getting still rich- er, they were continually making out deeds, examining titles, trading and transferring claims, discussing the purchases and prospects of the day, and exhibiting the most extraordinary " indications" yet discovered, in which one or other of them held an interest of fifty or a hundred feet, worth, say, a thousand dollars a foot. Between the cat-naps of oblivion that visited my eyes there was a constant din of "croppings" — "feet" — "fifty thousand dollars" — "struck it rich I"- 1 -" the Comstock Ledge!"— "the Billy Choller !"—" Miller on the rise!" — " Mammoth !" — " Sacramento !" — " Lady Bryant !" — "a thousand feet more !" — "great bargain" — "forty dol- A PEEP AT WASHOE. 385 lars afoot!" — crash! rip! bang! — "an earthquake!" — " run for your lives !" What the deuce is the matter? It happened thus one night. The wind was blowing in terrific gusts. In the midst of the general clatter on the subject of croppings, bargains, and indications, down came our next neighbor's house on the top of us with a terrific crash. For a moment it was difficult to tell which house was the ruin. Amid projecting and shiv- ered planks, the flapping of canvas, and the howling of the wind, it really seemed as if chaos had come again. But "Zip's" was well braced, and stood the shock with- out much damage, a slight heel and lurch to leeward be- ing the chief result. I could not help thinking, as I turned in again after the alarm, that there could no lon- ger be a doubt on the subject which had already occa- sioned me so many unpleasant reflections. It even seemed as if I smelled something like brimstone; but, upon calling to Zip to know what was the matter, he informed me that he was "only dryin' the boots on the stove." CHAPTER V. SOCIETY OF VIRGINIA CITT. Notwithstanding the number of physicians who had already hoisted their "shingles," there was much sick- ness in Virginia, owing chiefly to exposure and dissipa- tion, but in some measure to the deleterious quality of the water. Nothing more was wanting to confirm my original impressions. The water was certainly the worst ever used by man. Filtered through the Comstock Lead, it carried with it much of the plumbago, arsenic, copperas, and other poisonous minerals alleged to exist in that vein. The citizens of Virginia had discovered what they conceived to be an infallible Avay of "correct- R TUK COMBTOOK LEAD. A PEEP AT WASHOE. 387 ing it ;" that is to say, it was their practice to mix a spoonful of water in half a tumbler of whisky, and then drink it. The whisky was supposed to neutralize the bad effects of the water. Sometimes it was considered good to mix it with gin. I was unable to see how any advantage could be gained in this way. The whisky contained strychnine, oil of tobacco, tarentula juice, and various effective poisons of the same general nature, in- cluding a dash of corrosive sublimate ; and the gin was manufactured out of turpentine and whisky, with a sprinkling of prussic acid to give it flavor. For my part, I preferred taking poison in its least complicated form, and therefore adhered to the water. With hot saleratus bread, beans fried in grease, and such drink as this, it was no wonder that scores were taken down sick from day to day. Sickness is bad enough at the best of times, but here the condition of the sick was truly pitiable. There was scarcely a tenement in the place that could be regarded as affording shelter against the piercing wind ; and crowded as every tent and hovel was to its utmost capac- ity, it was hard even to find a vacant spot to lie down, much less sleep or rest in comfort. Many had come with barely means sufficient to defray their expenses to the diggings, in the confident belief that they would im- mediately strike upon "something 'rich ;" or, if they failed in that, they could work a while on wages. But the highest wages here for common labor were three dollars a day, while meals were a dollar each, and lodg- ings the same. It was a favor to get work for " grub." Under such circumstances, when a poor fellow fell sick, his recovery could only be regarded as a matter of luck. No record of the deaths was kept. The mass of the emigration were strangers to each other, and it concern- ed nobody in particular when a man " pegged out," ex- cept to put him in a hole somewhere out of the way. I soon felt the bad effects of the water. Possibly I had committed an error in not mixing it with the other 388 A PEEP AT WASHOE. poisons ; but it was quite poisonous enough alone to give tne violent pains in the stomach and a very severe diar- rhea. At the same time, I was seized with an acute at- tack of rheumatism in the shoulder and neuralgic pains in the head. The complication of miseries which I now suffered was beyond all my calculations of the hardships of mining life. As yet I had struck nothing better than "Winn's Restaurant," where I took my meals. The Comstock Ledge was all very fine, but a thousand dol- lars a foot ! Who ever had a thousand dollars to put in a running foot of ground, when not even the great Comstock himself could tell where it Avas running to. On the whole, I did not consider the prospect cheer- ing. At this period there were no laws of any kind in the district for the preservation of order. Some regulations had been established to secure the right of discovery to claimants, but they were loose and indefinite, differing in each district according to the caprice of the miners, and subject to no enforcement except that of the revolv- er. In some localities the original discoverer of a vein was entitled to 400 funning feet; he could put down the names of as many friends as he chose at 200 feet each. Notice had to be recorded at certain places of record, designating the date and location of discovery. All "leads" were taken up with their dips, spurs, and an- gle's." But who was to judge of the "dips, spurs, and angles ?" That was the difficulty. Every man ran them to suit himself. The Comstock Ledge was in a mess of confusion. The shareholders had the most enlarged views of its "dips, spurs, and angles;" but those who struck croppings above and below were equally liberal in their notions ; so that, in fine, every body's spurs were running into every body else's angles. The Cedar Hill Company were spurring the Miller Company ; the Vir- ginia Ledge "was spurring the Continuation ; the Dow Company were spurring the Billy Choller, and so on. It >' was a free fight all round, in which the dips, spurs, and A PEEP AT WASHOE. 389 angles might be represented thus, after the pattern of a bunch of snakes : The contention was very lively. Great hopes were entertained that when Judge Cradlebaugh arrived he would hold court, and then there would be some hope of settling these conflicting claims. I must confess I did not share in the opinion that law would settle any dispute in which silver was concerned. The Almaden 890 A PEEP AT WASHOE. Mine case is not yet settled, and never will be as long as there are judges and juries to sit upon it, and lawyers to argue it, and silver to pay expenses. Already Virginia City was infested with gentlemen of the bar, thirsting and hungering for chances at the Comstock. If it could only be brought into court, what a picking of bones there would be! When the snow began to clear away there was no end to the discoveries alleged to be made every day. The Flowery Diggings, six miles below Virginia, were repre- sented to be wonderfully rich — so rich, indeed, that the language of every speculator who held a claim there partook of the flowery character of the diggings. The whole country was staked off to the distance of twenty or thirty miles. Every hill-side was grubbed open, and even the Desert was pegged, like the sole of a boot, with stakes designating claims. Those who could not spare time to go out "prospecting" hired others, or furnished provisions and pack-mules, and went shares. If the prospecting party struck "any thing rich," it was ex- pected they would share it honestly ; but I always fan- cied they would find it more profitable to hold on to that, and find some other rich lead for the resident partners. In Virginia City, a man who had been at work dig- ging a cellar found rich indications. He immediately laid claim to a whole street covered with houses. The excitement produced by this "streak of luck" was per- fectly frantic. Hundreds went to work grubbing up the ground under their own and their neighbors' tents, and it was not long before the whole city seemed in a fair way of being undermined. The famous Winn, as I was told, struck the richest lead of all directly under his res- taurant, and was next day considered worth a million of dollars. The dips, spurs, and angles of these various dis- coveries covered every foot of ground within an area of six miles. It was utterly impossible that a fraction of the city could be left. Owners of lots protested in vain. The mining laws were paramount where there was no 392 A PEEP AT WASHOE. law at all. There was no security to personal property, or even to persons. He who turned in to sleep at night might find himself in a pit of silver by morning. At least it was thus when I made up my mind to escape from that delectable region ; and now, four months later, I really don't know whether the great City of Virginia is still in existence, or whether the inhabitants have not found a "deeper deep, still threatening to devour." It must not be supposed, from the general character of the population, that Virginia City was altogether des- titute of men skilled in scientific pursuits. There were few, indeed, Who did not profess to know something of geology ; and as for assayers and assay offices, they were almost as numerous as barkeepers and groggeries. A tent, a furnace, half a dozen crucibles, a bottle of acid, and a hammer, generally comprised the entire establish- ment; but it is worthy of remark that the assays were always satisfactory. Silver, or indications of silver, were sure to be found in every specimen. I am confident some of these learned gentlemen in the assay business could have detected the precious metals in an Irish pota- to or a round of cheese for a reasonable consideration. It was also a remarkable peculiarity of the country that the great "Comstock Lead" was discovered to exist in almost every locality, however remote or divergent from the original direction of the vein. I know a gentle- man who certainly discovered a continuation of the Com- stock forty miles from the Ophir mines, and at an angle of more than sixty degrees. But how could the enter- prising adventurer fail to hit upon something rich, when every clod of earth and fragment of rock contained, ac- cording to the assays, both silver and gold ? There was not a coyote hole in the ground that did not develop '•indications." I heard of one lucky fellow who struck upon a, rich vein, and organized an extensive company on the strength of having stumped his toe. Claims were even staked out and companies organized on "indica- tions" rooted up by the squirrels and gophers. If they ill INDICATIONS, 8UBE1 R2 394 A PEEP AT WASHOE. were not always indications of gold or silver, they were sure to contain copper, lead, or some other valuable min- eral — plumbago or iridium, for instance. One man act- ually professed to have discovered "ambergris;" but I think he must have been an old whaler. The complications of ills which had befallen me soon became so serious that I resolved to get away by hook or crook, if it was possible to cheat the corporate authorities of their dues. I had not come there to enlist in the service of Mammon at such wages. Bundling up my pack one dark morning, I paid "Zip" the customary dollar, and while the evil powers were roistering about the grog-shops, taking their early bit- ters, made good my escape from the accursed place. Weak as I was, the hope of never seeing it again gave me nerve; and when I ascended the first elevation on the way to Gold Hill, and cast a look back over the con- fused mass of tents and hovels, and thought of all I had suffered there in the brief space of a few days, I involun- tarily exclaimed, "If ever I put foot in that hole again, may the — " But perhaps I had better not use strong language till I once more cret clear of the Devil's Gate. CHAPTER VI. ESCAPE FROM VIRGINIA CITY. As ill luck would have it, a perfect hurricane swept through the canon from Gold Hill, sometimes in gusts so sudden and violent that it was utterly impossible to make an inch of headway. Tents were shivered and torn to shreds all along the wayside. I saw one party sitting at breakfast with nothing but the four posts which had originally sustained their tent and a few frag- ments of canvas flapping from them as a protection against the wind. Nothing could withstand its tcrrif- A PEEP AT WASHOE. 395 jc force. Cabins with bush tops were unroofed ; frame shanties were rent asunder, and the boards flew about like feathers; the air was filled with grit and drift, strik- ing the face as if the great guns, which are sometimes said to blow, Avere loaded with duck-shot. Nor did the wind confine itself to one channel. It ranged tip hill and down hill, raking the enemy fore and aft. In one place two tents were torn up, as one might say, by the roots, and carried off bodily to the top of the mountain ; in an- other, half a dozen might be seen traveling down hill, at the rate of forty miles an hour, toward the Flowery Dig- gings. What became of all the unfortunate Avretches who were thus summarily deprived of their local habit- ations I never learned. Most likely they sought refuge in the coyote holes, which, in fact, appeared to be unten- anted ; for I don't think coyotes could live long in such a country. A short distance beyond Gold Hill a trail strikes off to the right, which is said to cut off four or five miles of the distance to Carson City. That would be a consider- able gain to a traveler making his escape from Virginia City, and whose every step was attended with extreme physical suffering, to say nothing of the mental disquie- tude occasioned by his proximity to that place. Besides, it avoided the "Devil's Gate," of which I had also an in- tense dread. What hordes of dark and inexorable imps might be laying in wait there, with pitchforks to impale a poor fellow upon, and kegs of blasting powder to blow him up; what accounts might have to be rendered of one's stewardship at head-quarters ; what particular kind of passport, sanded over with brimstone and stamped with a cloven foot, might be demanded, it was not possi- ble to conjecture. At all events, it Avas safer to incur no risk. The old adage of the "longest Avay round" did not occur to me. I took the trail, and Avas soon out of sight of Gold City. The mountains Avere covered with snow, not A'ery deep, but soft and slippery. In my Aveak state, with a 396 A PEEP AT WASHOE. racking rheumatism and the prostrating effects of the arsenic water, the labor of making headway against the fierce gusts of wind and keeping the trail was very se- vere. Every few hundred yards I had to lie down in the snow and await some relief from the paroxysms of pain. After an hour or two I reached a labyrinth of hills, in which the trail became lost by the melting of the snow. I still had some idea of the general direction, and kept on. My progress, however, was very slow, and at times so difficult that it required considerable effort of mind to avoid stopping altogether, and "taking the chances," as they say, in this agreeable region. Now all this may seem very absurd, as compared with the sufferings endured by Colonel Fremont in the Rocky Mountains, and doubtless is, in some respects. As, for instance : I was not shut up in a gorge of the mountains, a thousand miles from the habitations of man ; I was not in a state of starvation, though thin enough for a staiwed man in all conscience ; I was not at all likely to remain in any one position, however isolated, without being "spotted" by some enterprising miner in search of indi- cations. But then, on the other hand, I was thoroughly dredged with arsenic, plumbago, copperas, and corrosive sublimate, and had neither mule nor "burro" — not even a woolly horse to carry me. Does any body pretend to say that the renowned arctic explorers ever encountered such a series of hardships as this ? Four or five months of perpetual night, with the thermometer 80° below zero, may be uncomfortable ; but then the adventurer in the polar regions has the advantage of being the farthest possible distance from certain other regions — say, from Virginia City. About noon I came to the conclusion that, however willing the spirit might be, the flesh had done its best, and was now quite used up ; so I stretched myself on the snow under a cedar bush, and resolved to await what assistance Providence might send me. I was not long there when a voice in the distance caught mv ear. I A PEEP AT WASHOE. 397 rose and called. In a few minutes a mysterious figure emerged from the bushes at the mouth of a caiion a few hundred feet below. I beckoned to him to come up. The singular appearance and actions of the man attract- ed my attention. His face was nearly black with dirt, and his hair was long and shaggy. On his head he wore a tattered cap, tied around the chin with a blue cotton handkerchief. A tremendous blue nose, a pair of green goggles, and boots extending up to his hips, completed the oddity of his appearance. At first he approached me rapidly ; but at the distance of about fifty yards he halted, as if uncer- tain what to do. He then put down his pack, and began to search for something in the pockets of his coat — a knife, perhaps, or a pistol. Could it be possible this fel- low was a robber, who had descried me from the oppo- site mountain, and was now bent upon murder ? If so, it would be as well to bring the matter to an issue at once. I was unarmed, having even lost my penknife by reason of a rent in my pocket. There were desperate characters in this wilderness, who would think nothing of killing a man for his money ; and although I had only about forty dollars left, that fact could not possibly be known to this marauder. His appearance, to be sure, was not formidable ; but then one should not be too hasty in judging by appearances. For all I knew he might be the — Old Gentleman himself on a tour of in- spection from Virginia City. "Hallo, friend !" said I, assuming a conciliatory tone, "where are you bound?" Upon this he approached a little closer. I soon per- ceived that he was a German Jew, who had either lost his way or was prospecting for silver. As he drew near, he manifested some signs of trepidation, evidently being afraid I would rob him of his pack, in which there was probably some jewelry or old clothes. It is hardly nec- essary for me to say that I had no intention of robbing him. I had not come to that yet. There was no telling 398 A PEEP AT WASHOE. to what straits I might be reduced ; but, as long as I had a dollar in my pocket, I was determined to avoid high- way robbery. Besides, it was beyond my strength at this particular crisis ; a fact which the Jew seemed to recognize, for he now approached confidently. His first exclamation, on reaching the spot where I stood, was, " Dank Gott ! Ish dis de trail ?" "Where are you bound?" "To Carson. I pe going to Carson, and I pe losht for six hours. Mein Gott ! It ish an awful country. You know the way?" " Of course. You don't suppose I'd be here if I didn't know the way ?" "Dat is zo." "Come on, friend; I'm going in that direction. But don't walk very fast — I'm sick." "Zo? Was is de matter?" " Poisoned." "Mein Gott! mein Gott ! Das is awful." "Very — it makes a fellow so weak." "Mein Gott! Did dey poison you for your money?" And here the Jew put his hands behind him to see if his pack was safe. "Oh no, it was only the water — arsenic and copperas." "Zo!" This explanation apparently relieved him of a very un- pleasant train of thought, for he now became quite live- ly and talkative. As we trudged along, chatting socia- bly on various matters of common interest, it occurred to me from time to time that I had seen this man's face before. The idea grew upon me. It was not a matter of particular importance, and yet I could not banish it. His voice, too, was familiar. Certainly there was some- thing about him that possessed an uncommon interest. "Friend," said I, "it occurs to me I've seen you be- fore." "Zo? I dink de same." Some moments elapsed before I could fix upon the oe- A PEEP AT WASHOE. 399 AN OLD FBI BSD. casion or the place. All at once the truth flashed upon me. It was Strawberry Flat! I had slept with the man ! This was the identical wretch who had robbed me of my stockings ! In the excitement produced by the discovery and the recollection of my blistered feet, I verily believe, had I been armed with a broad-sword or 400 A PEEP AT WASHOE. battle-axe, after the fashion of Brian de Bois Guilbert, I would have cloven him in twain. "Ha! I remember; it was at Strawberry ! You slept with me one night," said I, in a tone of suppressed pas- sion. "Das is it! Das is it!" cried the Jew. "I shlept mit you at Sthrawberry !" The effrontery of the villain was remarkable. Proba- bly he would even acknowledge the theft. "Friend," said I, calmly and deliberately, "did you miss a pair of woolen stockings in the morning about the time you started ?" "Look here!" quoth the wretch, suddenly halting, " was dey yours ?" "They were!" At this the abominable rascal doubled himself up as if in a convulsion, shook all over, and turned almost black in the face. It was his mode of laughing. "Well, I daught dey avos yours ! I daught to myself, Mem Gott! how dat fellow will shwear when he find his sthockings gone !" And here the convulsions were so violent that he fair- ly rolled over in the snow, and kicked as if in the ago- nies of death. It was doubtless very funny to rob a man of his valuable property and cause him days of suffering from blistered feet ; but I was unable to see any wit in it till the Jew regained his breath and said, "Vel, vel! I must sthand dhreat for dat! I know'd you'd shwear when you missed 'em. Vel, vel ! das is goot ! Here's a flask of first-rate brandy — dhrink !" I took a small pull — medicinally, of course. From that moment my forgiveness was complete. I harbored not a particle of resentment against the man, though I never again could have entertained implicit confidence in his integrity. In due time we reached the banks of Carson River at a place called Dutch John's, distant about four miles from Carson City. I have an impression that John was A PEEP AT WASHOE. 401 an emigrant from Salt Lake. He bad brought with hini a woman to whom he was "sealed," and was the father of a thriving little family of " cotton-beads." Some of the stage-drivers who were in the habit of taking a "smile" at John's persuaded him tbat he was now among a moral and civilized people, and must get married. To be "sealed" to a woman was not enough. He must be spliced according to Church and State, otherwise he would wake up some fine morning and find himself hang- ing to a tree. John had heard that the Californians were terrible fellows, and had a mortal dread of Vigi- lance Committees. The stage-drivers were rather a clev- er set of fellows, and no way strict in morals;, but then they might hang him for fun, and what would be fun to them would be death to him. There was some charm in living an immoral life, to be sure, yet it would not do to enjoy that disreputable course at the expense of a disjointed neck. On the whole, John took the advice of the stage-drivers, and got married. Next day he rode through the streets of Carson, boasting of the adroit manner in which he had escaped the vengeance of the Vigilance Committee. I am happy to add that he is now a respectable member of the community. Not that I recommend his whisky. I consider it infinitely worse than any ever manufactured out of tobacco-juice, Cay- enne pepper, and whale-oil at Port Townsend, "Washing- ton Territory, where the next worst whisky in the world is used as the common beverage of the inhabitants. Leaving John's we came to the plain. Here the sand was heavy, and the walking very monotonous and tire- some. This part of Carson Valley is a complete desert. Scarcely a blade of grass was to be seen. Shriveled sage-bushes scattered here and there over the sand were the only signs of vegetation. Even the rabbits and sage- hens had abandoned the country. All the open spaces resembled the precincts of a slaughter-house. Cattle lay dead in every direction, their skulls, horns, and carcass- es giving an exceedingly desolate aspect to the scene. 402 A PEEP AT WASHOE. Near the river it was a perfect mass of corruption. Hundreds upon hundreds of bleached skeletons and rot- ting carcasses dotted the hanks or lay in great mounds, where they had gathered for mutual warmth, and drop- ped down from sheer starvation. The smell filled the air for miles. Thousands of buzzards had gathered in from all parts to the great carnival of flesh — presenting a disgusting spectacle as they sat gorged and stupefied on the foul masses of carrion, they scarcely deigning to move as we passed. In the sloughs bordering on the river, oxen, cows, and horses were buried up to the necks where they had striven to get to the water, but, from excess of weakness, had failed to get back to the solid earth. Some were dead, others were dying. Around the latter the buzzards were already hover- ing, scarcely awaiting the extinction of life before they plunged in their ravenous beaks and tore out the eyes from the sockets. On the dry plain many hundreds of cattle had fallen from absolute starvation. The winter had been terribly severe, and the prolonged snows had covered what little vegetation there was. Those of the settlers who had saved hay enough for their stock found it more profitable to sell it at $300 a ton and let the stock die. Horses, oxen, and cows shared the same fate. Many lingered out the winter on the few stunted shrubs to be found on the foot-hills, and died just as the grass began to appear. It was a hard country for animals of all kinds. Those that were retained for the transporta- tion of goods were little better than living skeletons, yet the amount of labor put upon them was extraordinary. In Virginia City it was almost impossible to procure a grain of barley for love or money. Enormous prices Avere offered for any kind of horse-feed by men Avho had come over on good horses, and Avho wished to keep them alive. At the rate of five dollars a day it required but a short time for the best horse to " eat his head off." Hay Avas sold in little Avisps of a few pounds at sixty cents a pound, barley at seventy-five cents, and but little to be CAESON VALLEY. 404 A PEEP AT WASHOE. had even at those extravagant rates. A friend of mine from San Francisco, who arrived on a favorite horse, could get nothing in the way of feed but bread, and he paid fifty cents a loaf for a few scanty loaves about the size of biscuits to keep the poor animal alive. It was truly pitiable to see fine horses starving to death. The severity of the weather and the want of shelter were terribly severe on animals of every kind. Good horses could scarcely be sold for a tenth part of their cost, though the distance across the mountain could be per- formed under ordinary circumstances in two days. But where all was rush and confusion there was little time to devote to the calls of humanity. Men were crazy after claims. Every body had his fortune to make in a few months. The business of jockeying had not grown into full vogue except among a few, who were always willing to sell at very high prices and buy at very low — a remarkable fact connected with dealers in horseflesh. The walk across Carson Valley through the heavy sand had exhausted what little of my strength remained, and I was about to give up the ghost for the third time, when a wagoner from Salt Lake gave me a lift on his wagon and enabled me to reach the town. Here my excellent friend Van Winkle gave me another chance in his bunk, and in the course of a few days I was quite re- cruited. CHAPTER VII. MY WASHOE AGENCY. The courteous reader who has followed me so far will doubtless be disappointed that I have given so little practical information about the mines. Touching that I can only say, as Macaulay snid of Sir Horace Walpole, the constitution of my mind is such that whatever is great appears to me little, and whatever is little seems A PEEP AT WASHOE. 405 great. The serious pursuits of life I regard as a mon- strous absurdity ou the part of mankind, especially root- ing in the ground for money. The Washoe mines are nothing more than squirrel-holes on a large scale, the difference being that squirrels burrow in the ground be- cause they live there, and men because they want to live somewhere else. I deny and repudiate the idea that any man really has any necessity for morfty. He only thinks he does — which is a most unaccountable error. But then you may have some notion of going to Wash- oe yourself, just to try your luck. Good friend, let me advise you — don't go. Stay where you are. Devote the remainder of your life to your legitimate business, your wife, and your baby. Don't go to Washoe. If you have no money, or but little, you had better go to — any other place. It is no retreat for a poor man. -The working Of silver mines requires capital. A poor man can not make wages in Washoe. If you are rich and wish to speculate — a word in your ear. HOLDING ON TO IT. "The undersigned is prepared to sell at reasonable prices" [this I quote from one of my advertisements] "valuable claims in the fol- lowing companies : 406 A PEEP AT WASHOE. The Dead Broke, The Fool Hardy, The Rip Snorter, The Ousel Owl, The Love's Despair, The Grab Game, The Ragged End, The Riff-Raff. "The titles to all these claims are perfect, and the purchaser of any claim will have no difficulty whatever in holding on to it." I hope it will not be inferred from the desponding tone of my narratii* that I deny the existence of silver in Washoe, for certainly nothing is farther from my in- tention. That there is silver in the Comstock Lead, and in great quantities, is a well-established fact. How many thousands of tons may be there it is impossible for me to say, but there must be an immense quantity — be- yond all calculation in fact, as the ore is scattered all around the mines in great heaps, and every heap is said to be worth a fortune if it would only bear transporta- tion to San Francisco at an expense of $600 per ton. The best of it is sorted out and packed off on mules every clay or two, partly to get the silver out of it, and partly to show the speculators in San Francisco that the mines have not yet given out. The yield per ton is es-* timated at from $1200 to $2500. During the time of my visit to the mines but little work could be done on account of the number of speculators who were engaged in trying to sell out, few of them being disposed to en- gage in the slow operation of mining. Some said it was on account of the weather, but I suspect the weather had very little to do with it. The following is a rough estimate of the companies who claim to hold in the Comstock vein : Billy Choller 1820 feet. Hill and Norcross... 250 " Goold and Curry.... 300 " Savage 800 " Washoe 1200 " Belcher and Best.... 223 " Sides Ground 500 " Murphy 100 " Kinney 60 " Central 100 " California 250 feet. Welch and Bryan 50 " Central (again) 150 " Ophir 200 " Mexican 100 " Continuation of Ophir 1200 " Newman, Scott, & Co. 300 " Miller Co 3000 " Bob Allen and others.. 900 " U ■ ,,' i MOrNT OP11IK. 408 A PEEP AT WASHOE. Besides about forty miles of outside claims, said to be on a direct line with the Comstock, and to be richer, if any thmg, than the original vein. When«I left, the prices asked for a share in any of the above companies ranged from $200 to $2000 per running foot, and it was alleged that the purchaser could follow his running foot through all its dips, spurs, and angles. Some of these companies numbered as high as two or three hundred. I know a gentleman who sold out all his assets and invested the proceeds, $800, in 8 inches of the Central, and another who mortgaged his property to secure five feet in the Billy Choller. These gentlemen are, in all probability, at this moment worth a million of dollars each. In short, the whole country looks black, blue, and white with silver, and where there is no silver there are croppings which indicate sulphurets or copperas. (JEOPPEN«i The Flowery Diggings were in full flower; and if they have since failed to realize the expectations that were then formed of them, it must be because the Mam- moth lead gave out, or