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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When, Lo! Precisely Where We Stood Was The Edge Of The Shadow, Cast In
The Form Of A Cross, With The Upper Part Resting Towards Us.
Mr. Brown Seized The Pickaxe And Struck It Into The Ground, And As He
Did So I Thought That I Heard A Low Groan. I Could Not Tell In What
Direction It Came From, Yet I Would Have Sworn That It Originated On The
Island. I Glanced At The Face Of My Companion, But He Was Too Intent
Upon The Business Before Him To Notice My Look, Or To Pay Any Attention
To The Sound That Had Disturbed My Composure.
"There Is One Thing I Wish To Caution You About," My Companion Said,
Pausing In His Work; "Don't Speak While We Are Digging, Or The Gold Will
Vanish From Our Sight Like Magic. You Understand."
I Nodded In The Affirmative, Although I Had No Faith In His Advice, Or
In The Necessity Of Maintaining Silence. I Considered That The Devil And
His Imps Would Not Care About Interesting Themselves In A Matter Which
Could Do Them No Good, And Might Hurt Their Friends.
Mr. Brown Glanced Around The Island, Saw That Every Thing Was Quiet, And
Then Recommenced His Labor With Energy And Determination.
About The Second Blow That He Struck Was Answered By A Groan So
Unearthly That I Began To Entertain Serious Ideas Regarding The
Propriety Of Joining A Church, Or Attempting A Prayer Of Some Sort. My
Companion Did Not Seem To Notice The Interruption, And I Remembered His
Instruction Not To Speak, So I Did Not Intrude My Thoughts In Relation
To The Matter Upon Him.
A Dozen Blows With The Pickaxe Removed The Dead Grass, And Exposed A
Soil Such As Two Thirds Of Australia Is Composed Of, A Light Sand, Soft,
And Not Suitable For Agricultural Purposes.
Mr. Brown Made A Motion For Me To Use The Shovel, And I Was About To Do
So, But A Groan, Louder And More Unearthly Than The Original Ones,
Prevented Me.
"What, In The Devil's Name, Is That?" Demanded My Friend, Looking Around
The Island With Some Symptoms Of Alarm And Curiosity, Forgetting, In His
Eagerness For Information, That Speaking Aloud Was Strictly Prohibited
While Digging For The Gold.
"Perhaps One Of Your Ghosts That You Have Talked So Much About, Or It
May Be The Spirit Of Bill Swinton, Desirous Of Claiming A Share In The
Booty."
"I Don't Think That," My Friend Said, After A Short Pause; "After All
The Trouble I Had With Him--Furnishing The Candles To Die By, And
Allowing Him Luxuries Of The Most Costly Description, I Don't Think That
He Would Be So Mean."
"Then Let Us Solve Our Doubts By Making Search Over The Island," I
Replied, Drawing My Revolver, Determined To Shoot At Whatever I Saw, Let
It Be Man Or Beast, Devil Or Ghost.
"No, No--Don't Do That; We Should He Decoyed Into A Bog By An _Ignis
Fatuus_, And Smothered Without Mercy. Let Us Stay Where We Are, And Dig
Until We See Sights That Make Us Abandon The Project."
I Agreed To Be Guided By Mr. Brown's Advice, And Once More We Began To
Toil Amid The Rocks And Dead Grass.
About This Time The Moon, Which Had Shone With Wonderful Brightness
While We Were Digging, Became Obscured By White Clouds From The
Westward, So That Objects On The Island Were More Indistinct, And Even
The Trees On The Main Land, Under Which We Had Left Our Horses, Were No
Longer Discernable.
I Thought, As I Threw Out The Earth From The Hole Which We Had Already
Made, That The Ground Had Been Dug Up Before, And I Felt Encouraged To
Continue My Labors, In Hopes That We Should Soon Reach The Treasure
Which We Considered Belonged To Us By Bequest.
All Thoughts Of Ghosts And Spirits Were Fast Passing Away In The
Excitement Of My Occupation, When Suddenly Mr. Brown Dropped His Pickaxe
And Uttered An Exclamation.
"Did You Hear That?" He Cried, Pointing In The Direction From Whence He
Supposed The Sound Proceeded.
"No," I Answered, Beginning To Feel A Little Of His Own Alarm.
"If This D----D Island Isn't Haunted, I Wouldn't Say So," My Companion
Continued.
"Remember The Compact Which You Proposed, That We Were Not To Exchange A
Word During Our Occupation."
"The Devil Take The Compact, And Me, Too, If I Can Help Speaking When I
Hear Such Unearthly Noises."
Hardly Were The Words Out Of His Mouth When From The Earth Arose A Form
That Seemed At Least Ten Feet High. It Was Clothed In White, And From
Its Head Projected Two Monstrous Horns, Which Were Pointed Towards Us In
A Threatening Manner. I Could Discern No Features, But A Huge Mass Of
White Bones Were Visible Where The Face Should Have Been, And I Thought
That I Could Hear Them Rattle As The Beast, Devil, Or Ghost Shook Its
Head In An Ominous Manner, And Advanced Towards Us.
"I Can't Stand This?" Cried Mr. Brown, In A Trembling Whisper, And Away
He Went, With The Speed Of A Greyhound, Towards The Bridge That
Connected The Island With The Main Land.
I Did Not Think That Words Were Desirable Or Becoming On My Part, As I
Did Not Have Charge Of The Expedition, So No Sooner Had Mr. Brown Turned
To Run Than I Followed Him.
Fear Lent Me Wings, And I Bounded Over The Rocks Like A Deer Pursued By
Hunters, But In Despite Of My Utmost Endeavors I Found That I Was
Unable To Compete With My Friend, Who Ran As Though Trained For Ten
Mile Stretches Upon A Race Course.
Once I Looked Back To See If We Were Followed, But The White Visitant
Appeared Content With Driving Us Off, For No Pursuit Was Made.
I Had Half An Idea Of Stopping, But Another Groan, More Unnatural And
Ghostly Than Any That I Had Heard, Determined Me, And I Recommenced My
Flight With But Faint Hope Of Overtaking Mr. Brown, Who, I Perceived,
Was Already On The Peninsula, Bounding Along With A Recklessness That
Would Have Made Him Shudder At Any Other Time. I Attempted To Utter A
Warning Cry, But The Effort Was A Failure, And Just As I Reached The
Bridge I Saw That My Worst Fears Were Realized, For My Friend Caught His
Feet In The Long, Dried Grass, Lost His Balance, And Fell Heavily.
I Quickly Gained The Spot, And Saw, To My Horror, That My Companion Had
Fallen Upon The Soft, Black Mud Which Extended For Many Acres On Each
Side Of The Island, And That He Was Slowly Sinking, In Spite Of His
Frantic Efforts To Reach The Bridge, Which Was About Six Feet From His
Outstretched Arms.
"Save Me!" He Cried, In Despairing Accents, And Just Then The Moon, As
Though In Mockery Of His Request, Shone Out Brighter Than Ever.
He Made An Almost Superhuman Effort To Sustain Himself, And Keep From
Sinking, But I Saw, With Horror, That He Was Settling Slowly And Surely,
And That All His Struggles Only Hastened His End.
"Can You Do Nothing For Me?" He Shrieked. "For God's Sake, Don't Let Me
Die Such A Horrid Death As This. Try And Save Me."
I Thought Of A Dozen Different Ways To Assist Him, But None Of Them Were
Practicable, And I Was Obliged To Conjure Up Others.
"Can You Reach My Hand?" I Asked, Stretching It Towards Him, First
Taking The Precaution Of Twisting My Left Hand In A Clump Of Dried
Grass, So That I, Too, Should Not Be Dragged Into The Bog.
The Poor Fellow Made A Frantic Effort To Do So, But He Could Not Reach
Within Six Inches.
"Lean A Little More Towards Me," He Shrieked, But I Did Not Dare To, For
I Should Have Shared His Fate, And Both Of Us Would Have Smothered, And
Our Friends Would Never Have Learned Our Fate.
My Companion Uttered A Groan, And For A Moment Was Silent. During The
Brief Period, I Heard, With Awful Distinctness, The Sound Of The
Pickaxe, As It Was Struck Against The Rocks Upon The Island, Worked, I
Had No Doubt, By Supernatural Hands.
Volume 2 Chapter 67 (The Island Ghost.--Narrow Escape Of Mr. Brown) Pg 138
I Would Sooner Have Faced The Most Savage Gang Of Bushrangers In
Australia Than That Fearful Sound, Yet I Was So Anxious To Save My
Friend That, Frightened As I Really Was, I Did Not Run, Or Even Make A
Motion To That Effect. The Drowning Man, With Face Upturned, And Eyes
That Watched My Every Motion, At Length Heard The Dull, Heavy Blows Of
The Pick, And He Seemed To Comprehend That They Were Intended As
Warnings Of His End. He No Longer Struggled Like A Brave Man Wrestling
With Death, But Seemed To Grow More Calm As The Slime And Mud Closed
Around Him, And His Body Settled.
"How Can I Save You?" I Asked; "I Cannot Think That We Are To Part So
Suddenly; I Would Give All My Wealth For A Rope Six Feet Long."
"If You Had One Of The Horses' Bridles Here," Suggested Mr. Brown, But
Before I Could Start To Get One, He Continued, "Don't Leave Me, For I
Should Be Smothered Before You Could Get Back; See, The Water Is Up Even
With My Chin."
I Had Noticed The Same Thing Before He Alluded To It, And I Dreaded To
Remain And Hear His Last Struggles For Breath.
"I Have A Mother Somewhere On The Coast Of England; The Last That I
Heard Of Her She Was At Falmouth. Will You Write And Collect What Money
I Have Saved, And Send It To Her? I Know That You Will, And A Dying Man
Thanks You."
While The Poor Fellow Was Speaking, A Thought Entered My Head That He
Might Yet Be Saved, But There Was No Time To Lose If I Intended To Put
Into Operation My Plan For His Relief. I Hastily Tore Off My Belt Which
I Wore Around My Waist, And Which Contained My Revolver And Knife, And
Then Stripped Off My Trousers, (The Ladies Will Please Not To
Blush--There Was No Habitation Within Three Miles Of Us,) Made Of Stout
Woollen Cloth, Which I Had Bought In Melbourne For The Purpose Of Riding
Through The Brush On Horseback.
In An Instant My Friend Appeared To Comprehend My Plan; He Raised His
Right Hand From The Mud And Reached Towards Me As Far As Possible, And
Then, With A Struggle To Keep His Head Above The Water,
Murmured--"Quick, For God's Sake, Quick!"
"Keep Up Your Courage," I Shouted, Throwing One Leg Of The Garment
Volume 2 Chapter 67 (The Island Ghost.--Narrow Escape Of Mr. Brown) Pg 139Towards Him, While I Retained The Other.
To My Great Joy I Saw That He Grasped It In His Right Hand, And Exerted
All His Strength To Extricate Himself From His Perilous Condition. Had I
Not Have Been Prepared For His Struggles, And Braced My Feet Firmly, I
Should Have Been Dragged Into The Bog.
"Gently!" I Cried, Fearful That My Friend, In His Exertions, Would Rend
The Cloth.
My Words Were Thrown Away, However, For When Did A Man, Struggling For
Life, Ever Listen To Reason? For A Few Seconds The Suction Was So Great
That I Could Only Prevent
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