Openings in the Old Trail. How I Went to the Mines

Openings in the Old Trail. How I Went to the Mines

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 edition. Excerpt: ...this was why, after he watched her canter away, he went back to the garden, and from the bruised and trampled strawberry bed gathered a small basket of the finest fruit, covered them with leaves, added a paper with the highly ingenious witticism, " Picked up with you," and sent them to her by one of the Chinamen. Her forcible entry moved Li Sing, his foreman, also chief laundryman to the settlement, to reminiscences: " Me heap knew Missy Wells and ole man, who go dead. Ole man allee time make chin music to Missy. Allee time jaw jaw--allee time make lows--allee time cuttee up Missy! Plenty time lockee up Missy topside house; no can walkee--no can talkee--no hab got--how can get?--must washee washee allee same Chinaman. Ole man go dead--Missy all lightee now. Plenty fun. Plenty stay in Blown's big house, top-side hill; Blown first-chop man." Had he inquired he might have found this pagan testimony, for once, corroborated by the Christian neighbors. But another incident drove all this from his mind. The little stream--the life blood of his garden--ran dry! Inquiry showed that it had been diverted two miles away into Brown's ditch! Wells's indignant protest elicited a formal reply from Brown, stating that he owned the adjacent mining claims, and reminding him that mining rights to water took precedence of the agricultural claim, but offering, by way of compensation, to purchase the land thus made useless and sterile. Jackson suddenly recalled the prophecy of the gloomy barkeeper. The end had come! But what could the scheming capitalist want with the land, equally useless----as his uncle had proved--for mining purposes? Could it be sheer malignity, incited by his vengeful cousin? But here he paused, more

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  • Paperback | 64 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 132g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236989872
  • 9781236989871