The Gold Hunter's Adventures Or, Life In Australia Volume 2 ( Of 2 ) by William H. Thomes (books to read in your 30s TXT) π
Friends To Give Them A History Of My Adventures In That Land Of Gold,
Where Kangaroos Are Supposed To Be As Plenty As Natives, And Jump Ten
Times As Far, And Where Natives Are Imagined To Be Continually Lying In
Ambush For The Purpose Of Making A Hearty Meal Upon The Bodies Of Those
Unfortunate Travellers Who Venture Far Into The Interior Of The
Country--Where Bushrangers Are Continually Hanging About Camp Fires,
Ready To Cut The Weasands Of Those Who Close Their Eyes For A
Moment--And Lastly, Where Every Other Man That You Meet Is Expected To
Be A Convict, Transported From The Mother Country For Such Petty Crimes
As Forgery, House-Breaking, And Manslaughter In The Second Degree.
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Suddenly As Though His Limb Had Been Paralyzed From Wrist To Shoulder.
"Do You Mean To Rob Or To Assassinate Me?" Cried Follet, Rubbing His
Arm, And Looking Dangerous.
"Neither," We Replied; "But We Require You To Be Patient, And To Make
Atonement For Some Of The Wrong That You Have Done. This You Shall Do,
Or Be Lodged In A Prison And Returned To England."
"Do You Take Me For A Child, That I Should Be Thus Lectured By Boys And
A Gray-Headed Idiot? You Don't Know Me Yet!"
The Desperate Man Suddenly Turned, While Talking, And With One Of His
Heavy Boots Kicked The Hound Upon His Head; But The Noble Brute Did Not
Even Utter A Whimper, Although The Blow Brought Blood Upon His Glossy
Coat. But Dearly Did The Fellow Pay For His Cruelty, For, As He Dashed
Towards The Door, For The Purpose Of Escaping, Rover Sprang Upon Him,
Seized Him By His Neck, And Bore Him Headlong To The Floor, Where He
Held Him, Despite Of His Struggles And Cries.
We Let Them Fight It Out Without Interference, But A Few Minutes Were
Sufficient To Produce Cries For Quarter From Follet, Although Before We
Listened To Them We Disarmed Him Of His Knife And Remaining Pistol.
"Get Up," I Said, Addressing The Prostrate Man, "And Remember That Acts
Of Cruelty Sometimes Bring Immediate Punishment."
He Arose, Sullen And Angry, Yet Not Daring To Manifest It By Deeds And
Words. I Motioned Him To A Place Near The Stove, Where Mr. Critchet Was
Seated, And From Whence He Had Witnessed All That Had Transpired,
Without Remark Or Interference.
"Why Am I Treated In This Manner?" Demanded Follet, Hesitating, Before
He Complied With My Request.
"Because We Think That It Is Necessary For You To Make Reparation For
Wrongs That You Have Committed During A Lifetime."
"Who Accuses Me?" He Asked, After A Pause.
"I Do!" Said Mr. Critchet.
"I Never Saw You Before In The Whole Course Of My Existence!" Cried The
Forger, With A Degree Of Effrontery That Was Characteristic Of The Man.
"Do You Deny That You Married My Sister, And That I Lent You Money,
Besides Taking Up Your Forged Paper To Save Your Neck From The Common
Hangman? Demanded Critchet, Earnestly.
"I Do," Replied The Prisoner, Without A Moment's Hesitancy; "And I Will
Also Add, That If You Think That I Am To Be Robbed With Impunity, You
Are Mistaken. What Money I Have About Me I Shall Hold On To; And When I
Do Gain My Liberty Look To Yourselves, For There Is Law To Be Obtained
In Ballarat."
We Consulted Apart With Mr. Critchet, And Found That He Was Positive
That The Man Who Had Wronged Him So Basely Was In Our Power, And We Had
Too Great Confidence In The Judgment Of The Old Gentleman To Believe
That He Would Tell A Lie, Or Endeavor To Deceive Us In The Premises.
"How Old Was Young Follet When His Father Left London?" Fred Asked Of
Mr. Critchet.
"About Sixteen," Was The Answer.
"Then We Can Settle This Matter In The Morning, Without Trouble, Or
Further Debate."
"How?"
"By Confronting The Son With The Father."
We Determined To Try The Experiment At All Hazards, And As There Was No
Law By Which We Could Be Reached For Detaining A Supposed Criminal
Without A Warrant, I Suggested That A Pair Of Irons Should Be Slipped
Upon His Wrists, For The Purpose Of Insuring His Security During The
Night, And That In The Morning We Should Consult With Mr. Brown, And Be
Governed By His Advice.
My Proposition Was Accepted, And The Matter Was Communicated To Follet,
Who Swore Many Strange Oaths, And Would Have Resisted, But He Found That
It Was Useless; And To Add To His Terror, Rover Sat Within A Few Feet Of
Him, Displaying His Ivories, And Ready To Avenge His Affront Upon The
First Symptom Of Hostility.
The Stranger At Length Complied With Our Terms, And While We Provided A
Bed For Him, We Did Not Fail To Intimate That Rover Was To Watch By His
Side, And Give An Alarm, In Case He Meant Mischief During The Night, Of
Which We Were Not Much Afraid.
At Daybreak We Wore All Astir, And Ready For Business. We Provided A
Substantial Breakfast For Our Prisoner, And Then I Sought The Presence
Of The Inspector, And Laid The Whole Matter Before Him.
He Agreed With Me That It Was Only Right And Just That Follet Should
Make Reparation For The Wrongs That He Had Inflicted, But Thought That
It Was Hardly Fair To Make The Son Betray The Father.
After Studying Over The Matter Some Time, The Inspector Visited The
Prison, And Got The Young Man To Give A Description Of His Parent, And
So Perfect Was The Likeness That There Could Be No Doubt Of His
Identity.
Then, For The First Time, Did We Tell The Forger That He Had A Son Near
Him, Who Was Held To Answer For An Attempt At Murder. The Feelings Of
The Man Were Obliged To Yield Before The Intelligence, But How Much More
Intense Was His Sorrow, When Told That His Son Had Nearly Murdered The
Very Man Who Had Stepped Forward To Save Him From Starvation!
"He Came Honestly By The Disposition, So Don't Blame Your Son," Said
Brown, Bluntly. "Consider How Much Injury You Have Caused The Old
Gentleman, And Ask Your Heart If There Is Not An Opportunity To Make
Some Redress!"
"What Would You Have Me Do?" Demanded The Forger, Sullenly.
"You Own A Well-Stocked Tract Of Land; You Must Give Him A Deed Of It,
And Then Leave This Part Of The Country Forever," Mr. Brown Said.
"But Then I Shall Have To Begin The World Without A Penny, And I Am
Growing Old," Pleaded The Forger.
"So Did Your Victim; And Yet His Age Is Greater Than Yours. When
Stripping Him Of Wealth You Had No Misgivings, And As You Showed No
Mercy, Neither Shall We."
"Give Me Time To Consult With My Friends," Pleaded Follet; But Mr. Brown
Was Deaf To His Entreaties.
"Either Go With Me Before The Commissioner, And Give A Title To Your
Property, Or Else You Go To Prison And Wait The Return Of A Ship To
England, Where You Will Be Tried For Forgery, And Probably Condemned.
You Can Take Your Choice--A Life At The Hulks, Or Freedom And Poverty."
"This Is A D----D Trap!" Yelled The Forger, "But I Will Not Be Caught So
Easily."
"As You Please," Returned Mr. Brown, Carelessly; "I Have A Greater
Desire To See Justice Executed On Men Of Your Stamp Than To Attempt To
Compromise Matters. Come With Me."
He Passed His Arm Through Follet's, And Beckoned Mike To Do Likewise;
But Before The Trio Had Taken Three Steps Towards The Door The Forger's
Heart Began To Soften.
"Am I To Be Locked Up?" He Demanded.
"Ay, In The Darkest Cell In The Prison," Returned Mr. Brown, Firmly.
"One Moment!" He Exclaimed; "Will You Agree To Let Me Go Free If I
Comply With Your Request?"
We Gave The Required Pledge, And In Less Than Three Hours' Time We Had
The Satisfaction Of Placing In Mr. Critchet's Hands A Deed Of All The
Property Owned By Follet; And Although The Amount Was Not Near The Sum
That The Former Had Expended To Save The Latter's Neck, Yet It Was
Sufficient To Place The Old Gentleman In Affluent Circumstance's For The
Remainder Of His Life.
Volume 2 Chapter 63 (Mr. Brown's Discharge From The Police Force Bill Swinton's Confession) Pg 119
Mr. Brown, Who Had Interested Himself So Successfully In Mr. Critchet's
Affairs, To Be Sure That Follet Did Not Return To His Stock-House, Sent
Two Men, Old And Experienced Shepherds, To Take Charge Of The Stock And
Exercise A General Supervision Over The Property Until Mr. Critchet Was
Disposed To Sell It For The Most That He Could Get, And He Did Not Have
To Wait Long For An Offer; For One Day The Old Gentleman Astonished Us
By Imparting The Information That He Had Got A Letter From A Person In
Melbourne Who Was Anxious To Buy, And Desired An Interview Immediately.
Our Friend Left The Same Day In The Stage Line, But Before He Went He
Made Us A Present Of His Claim, And A Munificent Gift It Was.
We Saw The Old Gentleman No More In Australia, But When In London, On
Our Way Home, Via The Overland Route From China And The Indies, We Had
The Satisfaction Of Once More Shaking His Hand, And Fighting Our Battles
Over. His Daughter Was As Handsome As She Was Accomplished, And Her
Volume 2 Chapter 63 (Mr. Brown's Discharge From The Police Force Bill Swinton's Confession) Pg 120Gratitude Towards Us For The Kindness Which We Had Shown Her Parent
Would Undoubtedly Have Caused Her To Look With Some Degree Of Favor Upon
Our Suits, Had We Been Disposed To Demand The Sacrifice. Fred Was Too
Modest, And I Lacked Confidence, And Between Us Both We Left London
Without Daring To Propose For The Lady's Hand. She Is Still Unmarried,
And Her Father Writes Me That She Shows No Disposition For Matrimony. If
I Was Not Fearful Of Meeting With A Rebuff, There Would He One Bachelor
Less In The World, Or, As The Stage Heroes Say, I Would "Perish In The
Attempt."
"I Am Tired Of This," The Inspector Said, One Day, Entering The Store,
And Throwing His Weary Form Upon A Mattress. "For Nearly A Week I Have
Hardly Had An Opportunity To Close My Eyes, And My Men Are In The Same
Exhausted Condition As Myself. I Have Warded Off The Blows As Long As
Possible. But Now I See No Way Of Escaping A Collision."
"What Do You Intend To Do?" Fred Asked.
"Resign My Position, And Let The Commissioner Take The Responsibility. I
Have Written Thrice, Asking To Be Exchanged, But At Head-Quarters They
Appear To Be Deaf To My Prayers. You May Think That It Is Cowardly To
Thus Attempt To Escape My Share Of The Work, But You Have Been In Too
Many Exciting Frays Not To Know Me Better, And To Feel That Where A Blow
Is To Be Struck In A Good Cause I Am Never Backward."
We Assured The Inspector That We Never Entertained A Doubt Of His
Courage, And That Whatever Course He Decided On Would Meet With Our
Approval.
"I Cannot Stay Here And Order Men To Fire Upon Miners Whom I Have Known
For Many Months, And Whom I Entertain A Sincere Regard For. Besides,"
And Here The Inspector Lowered His Voice And Whispered Confidentially,
"The Miners Are In The Right, And I Don't Blame Them For Standing Out
Against A Tax That Is Levied Upon All Without Regard To The Amount Of
Gold Obtained."
"Had You Not Better Remain As Long As Possible, And Perhaps Delay Will
Enable The Government To See The Suicidal Course That They Are
Attempting. If You Leave, And Mr. Sherwin Is Allowed Full Sway, I Will
Not Answer For Peace Twenty-Four Hours," Fred Said.
"I Have Already Made More Sacrifices To My Sense Of Dignity And Manhood
In The Vain Attempt To Keep Mr. Sherwin Within Bounds And Moderation
Than The Country Will Ever Give Me Credit For; And Yet I Am Blamed, And
Accused Of Not Doing My
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