. Mountains and molehills; or, Recollections of a burnt journal. was near Carsons Hill that poor Boyd workedwith a gang of men, though with what success I donot know. Boyd was an English gentleman ofindependence; and in his yacht, the Wanderer,he had visited nearly every place on the was fitted in every respect for the roving lifehe had chosen, and was equally at home whether heroughed it in the mountains or played the host onboard the Wanderer. Shortly after he left SanFrancisco, he landed at Solomons Island to shootwild fowl, and there was cruelly murdered by thenatives. None who kn
. Mountains and molehills; or, Recollections of a burnt journal. was near Carsons Hill that poor Boyd workedwith a gang of men, though with what success I donot know. Boyd was an English gentleman ofindependence; and in his yacht, the Wanderer,he had visited nearly every place on the was fitted in every respect for the roving lifehe had chosen, and was equally at home whether heroughed it in the mountains or played the host onboard the Wanderer. Shortly after he left SanFrancisco, he landed at Solomons Island to shootwild fowl, and there was cruelly murdered by thenatives. None who knew him heard of his fate with-out regret; and as a finale to the life of this adven-turous man, the Wanderer soon after went ashoreand was lost. A gulch which branches off from Carsons, andwhich proved very rich, was discovered under cir-cumstances of great solemnity, and I am indebtedto Mr. Carson for the anecdote. One of the miners died, and having been muchrespected, it was determined to give him a regularfuneral. A digger in the vicinity, who, report had once been a powerful preacher in the UnitedStates, was called upon to officiate; and after drinksall round, the party proceeded, with becominggravity, to the grave, which had been dug at adistance of a hundred yards from the camp. Whenthis spot was reached, the officiating minister com-menced with an extempore prayer, during which allknelt round the grave. So far was well; but theprayer was unnecessarily long, and at last some ofthose who knelt, began, in an abstracted way, tofinger the loose earth that had been thrown up fromthe grave. It was thick with gold; and an excitementwas immediately apparent in the kneeling this, the preacher stopped, and inquiringly said, 366 MOUNTAINS AND MOLEHILLS. Boys, whats tliat ? Gold ! he contmued, andthe richest kind of diggings,—the congregation aredismissed 1 The poor miner was taken from hisauriferous grave and was buried elsewhere, whilstthe funeral party, with th
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