"Cal, let's--let's burn the house--or kill somebody! Let's get out where there's room to hurrah! But what is the use? It is a hundred times too good to be true.""It's a blind lead, for a million!--hanging wall--foot wall--clay casings--everything complete!" He swung his hat and gave three cheers, and I cast doubt to the winds and chimed in with a will.For I was worth a million dollars, and did not care "whether school kept or not!"But perhaps I ought to explain.A "blind lead" is a lead or ledge that does not "crop out" above the surface.A miner does not know where to look for such leads, but they are often stumbled upon by accident in the course of driving a tunnel or sinking a shaft.Higbie knew the Wide West rock perfectly well, and the more he had examined the new developments the more he was satisfied that the ore could not have come from the Wide West vein.And so had it occurred to him alone, of all the camp, that there was a blind lead down in the shaft, and that even the Wide West people themselves did not suspect it.He was right.When he went down the shaft, he found that the blind lead held its independent way through the Wide West vein, cutting it diagonally, and that it was enclosed in its own well-defined casing-rocks and clay.Hence it was public property.Both leads being perfectly well defined, it was easy for any miner to see which one belonged to the Wide West and which did not.
We thought it well to have a strong friend, and therefore we brought the foreman of the Wide West to our cabin that night and revealed the great surprise to him.Higbie said:
"We are going to take possession of this blind lead, record it and establish ownership, and then forbid the Wide West company to take out any more of the rock.You cannot help your company in this matter--nobody can help them.I will go into the shaft with you and prove to your entire satisfaction that it is a blind lead.Now we propose to take you in with us, and claim the blind lead in our three names.What do you say?"What could a man say who had an opportunity to simply stretch forth his hand and take possession of a fortune without risk of any kind and without wronging any one or attaching the least taint of dishonor to his name? He could only say, "Agreed."The notice was put up that night, and duly spread upon the recorder's books before ten o'clock.We claimed two hundred feet each--six hundred feet in all--the smallest and compactest organization in the district, and the easiest to manage.
No one can be so thoughtless as to suppose that we slept, that night.
Higbie and I went to bed at midnight, but it was only to lie broad awake and think, dream, scheme.The floorless, tumble-down cabin was a palace, the ragged gray blankets silk, the furniture rosewood and mahogany.
Each new splendor that burst out of my visions of the future whirled me bodily over in bed or jerked me to a sitting posture just as if an electric battery had been applied to me.We shot fragments of conversation back and forth at each other.Once Higbie said:
"When are you going home--to the States?""To-morrow!"--with an evolution or two, ending with a sitting position.
"Well--no--but next month, at furthest."
"We'll go in the same steamer."
"Agreed."
A pause.
"Steamer of the 10th?"
"Yes.No, the 1st."
"All right."
Another pause.
"Where are you going to live?" said Higbie.
"San Francisco."
"That's me!"
Pause.
"Too high--too much climbing"--from Higbie.
"What is?"
"I was thinking of Russian Hill--building a house up there.""Too much climbing? Shan't you keep a carriage?""Of course.I forgot that."
Pause.
"Cal., what kind of a house are you going to build?""I was thinking about that.Three-story and an attic.""But what kind?"
"Well, I don't hardly know.Brick, I suppose.""Brick--bosh."
"Why? What is your idea?"
"Brown stone front--French plate glass--billiard-room off the dining-room--statuary and paintings--shrubbery and two-acre grass plat--greenhouse--iron dog on the front stoop--gray horses--landau, and a coachman with a bug on his hat!""By George!"
A long pause.
"Cal., when are you going to Europe?"
"Well--I hadn't thought of that.When are you?""In the Spring."
"Going to be gone all summer?"
"All summer! I shall remain there three years.""No--but are you in earnest?"
"Indeed I am."
"I will go along too."
"Why of course you will."
"What part of Europe shall you go to?"
"All parts.France, England, Germany--Spain, Italy, Switzerland, Syria, Greece, Palestine, Arabia, Persia, Egypt--all over--everywhere.""I'm agreed."
"All right."
"Won't it be a swell trip!"
"We'll spend forty or fifty thousand dollars trying to make it one, anyway."Another long pause.
"Higbie, we owe the butcher six dollars, and he has been threatening to stop our--""Hang the butcher!"
"Amen."
And so it went on.By three o'clock we found it was no use, and so we got up and played cribbage and smoked pipes till sunrise.It was my week to cook.I always hated cooking--now, I abhorred it.
The news was all over town.The former excitement was great--this one was greater still.I walked the streets serene and happy.Higbie said the foreman had been offered two hundred thousand dollars for his third of the mine.I said I would like to see myself selling for any such price.My ideas were lofty.My figure was a million.Still, I honestly believe that if I had been offered it, it would have had no other effect than to make me hold off for more.
I found abundant enjoyment in being rich.A man offered me a three-hundred-dollar horse, and wanted to take my ******, unendorsed note for it.That brought the most realizing sense I had yet had that I was actually rich, beyond shadow of doubt.It was followed by numerous other evidences of a similar nature--among which I may mention the fact of the butcher leaving us a double supply of meat and saying nothing about money.
By the laws of the district, the "locators" or claimants of a ledge were obliged to do a fair and reasonable amount of work on their new property within ten days after the date of the location, or the property was forfeited, and anybody could go and seize it that chose.So we determined to go to work the next day.About the middle of the afternoon, as I was coming out of the post office, I met a Mr.Gardiner, who told me that Capt.John Nye was lying dangerously ill at his place (the "Nine-Mile Ranch"), and that he and his wife were not able to give him nearly as much care and attention as his case demanded.I said if he would wait for me a moment, I would go down and help in the sick room.
I ran to the cabin to tell Higbie.He was not there, but I left a note on the table for him, and a few minutes later I left town in Gardiner's wagon.
