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Sam again followed up his question with a shot at the fire-place.
âYes,â answered Ned, somewhat angrily, âand I am so much of a Britisher, that I positively object to your spitting past my ear.â
âNo, you donât, do you? Now, that is curâous. I do believe if you Britishers had your own way, youâd not let us spit at all. What air you better than we, that you hold your heads so high, and give yourselves sich airs! thatâs what I want to know.â
Nedâs disgust having subsided, he repliedâ
âIf we do hold our heads high, it is because we are straightforward, and not afraid to look any man in the face. As to giving ourselves airs, you mistake our natural reserve and dislike to obtrude ourselves upon strangers for pride; and in this respect, at least, if in no other, we are better than youâwe donât spit all over each otherâs floors and close past each otherâs noses.â
âWall, now, stranger, if you choose to be resarved, and we choose to be free-anâ-easy, whereâs the differ? Weâve a right to have our own customs, and do as we please as well as you, I guess.â
âHear, hear!â cried Abel Jefferson, commencing to rock himself again, and to smoke more violently than ever. âWhat say ye to that, mister?â
âOnly this,â answered Ned, as he put the finishing touches to his sketch, âthat whereas we claim only the right to do to and with ourselves what we please, you Yankees claim the right to do to and with everybody, else what you please. I have no objection whatever to your spitting, but I do object to your spitting over my shoulder.â
âDo you?â said Sam Scott, in a slightly sarcastic tone, âanâ suppose I donât stop firinâ over your shoulder, what then?â
âIâll make you,â replied Ned, waxing indignant at the manâs cool impudence.
âHow?â inquired Sam.
Ned rose and shook back the flaxen curls from his flushed face, as he replied, âBy opening the door and kicking you out of the hut.â
He repented of the hasty expression the moment it passed his lips, so he turned to Jefferson and handed him the drawing for inspection. Sam Scott remained seated. Whether he felt that Ned was thoroughly capable of putting his threat in execution or not we cannot tell, but he evinced no feeling of anger as he continued the conversation.
âI guess if you did that, youâd have to fight me, and youâd find me pretty smart with the bowie-knife anâ the revolver, either in the dark or in daylight.â
Sam here referred to the custom prevalent among the Yankees in some parts of the United States of duelling with bowie-knives or with pistols in a darkened room.
âAnd suppose,â answered Ned, with a smileââsuppose that I refused to fight, what then?â
âWhy, then, youâd be called a coward all over the digginâs, and youâd have to fight to clear your character.â
âAnd suppose I didnât care a straw for being called a coward, and wouldnât attempt to clear my character?â
âWhy, then, I guess, Iâd have to kick you in public till you were obligated to fight.â
âBut suppose still further,â continued Ned, assuming the air of a philosopher discussing a profoundly-abstruse point in scienceââsuppose that, being the stronger man, I should prevent you from kicking me by knocking you down, what then?â
âWhy, then, Iâd be compelled to snuff you out slick off?â
Sam Scott smiled as he spoke, and touched the handle of his revolver.
âWhich means,â said Ned, âthat you would become a cold-blooded murderer.â
âSo you Britishers call it.â
âAnd so Judge Lynch would call it, if I am not mistaken, which would insure your being snuffed out too, pretty effectually.â
âWrong, you air, stranger,â replied the trader; âJudge Lynch regards affairs of honour in a very different light, I guess. I donât think heâd scrag me for that.â
Further investigation of this interesting topic was interrupted by Abel Jefferson, who had been gazing in wrapt admiration at the picture for at least five minutes, pronouncing the work âfuss rate,â emphatically.
âItâs jest whatâll warm up the old âoomanâs heart, like a big fire in a winter day. Wonât she screech when she claps her peepers onât, anâ go yellinâ round among the neighbours, shewinâ the picturâ oâ âher boy Abel,â anâ his house at the gold digginâs?â
The two friends commented pretty freely on the merits of the work, without the smallest consideration for the feelings of the artist. Fortunately they had nothing but good to say about it. Sam Scott, indeed, objected a little to the sketchy manner in which some of the subordinate accessories were touched in, and remarked that the two large hairs on the mole were almost invisible; but Jefferson persisted in maintaining that the work was âfuss rate,â and faultless.
The stipulated sum was paid; and Ned, bidding his new friends good-morning, returned to the inn, for the purpose of discussing dinner and plans with Tom Collins.
The ups and downs, and the outs and ins of life are, as every one is aware, exceedingly curious,âsometimes pleasant, often the reverse, and not infrequently abrupt.
On the day of their arrival at the settlement, Ned and Tom were almost beggars; a dollar or two being all the cash they possessed, besides the gold-dust swallowed by the latter, which being, as Tom remarked, sunk money, was not available for present purposes.
One week later, they were, as Abel Jefferson expressed it, âdriving a roaring trade in picturâs,â and in the receipt of fifty dollars, or 10 pounds a day! Goods and provisions of all kinds had been suddenly thrown into the settlement by speculators, so that living became comparatively cheap; several new and profitable diggings had been discovered, in consequence of which gold became plentiful; and the result of all was that Edward Sinton, esquire, portrait and landscape painter, had more orders than he could accept, at almost any price he chose to name. Men who every Saturday came into the settlement to throw away their hard-earned gains in the gambling-houses, or to purchase provisions for the campaign of the following week, were delighted to have an opportunity of procuring their portraits, and were willing to pay any sum for them, so that, had our hero been so disposed, he could have fleeced the miners to a considerable extent. But Ned was not so disposed, either by nature or necessity. He fixed what he considered fair remunerative prices for his work, according to the tariff of the diggings, and so arranged it that he made as much per day as he would have realised had he been the fortunate possessor of one of the best âclaimsâ in the neighbourhood.
Tom Collins, meanwhile, went out prospecting, and speedily discovered a spot of ground which, when wrought with the pan, turned him in twenty dollars a day. So that, in the course of a fortnight, our adventurers found themselves comparatively rich men. This was satisfactory, and Ned admitted as much one morning to Tom, as he sat on a three-legged stool in his studioâi.e. a dilapidated log-hutâpreparing for a sitter, while the latter was busily engaged in concluding his morning repast of damper, pork, and beans.
âThereâs no doubt about it, Tom,â said he, pegging a sheet of drawing-paper to a flat board, âwe are rapidly making our fortunes, my boy; but dâyou know, Iâm determined to postpone that desirable event, and take to rambling again.â
âThere you go,â said Tom, somewhat testily, as he lit a cigar, and lay down on his bed to enjoy it; âyou are never content; I knew it wouldnât last; youâre a rolling stone, and will end in being a beggar. Do you really mean to say that you intend to give up a lucrative profession and become a vagrant?âfor such you will be, if you take to wandering about the country without any object in view.â
âIndeed, I do,â answered Ned. âHow often am I to tell you that I donât and wonât consider the making of money the chief good of this world? Doubtless, it is an uncommonly necessary thing, especially to those who have families to support; but I am firmly convinced that this life was meant to be enjoyed, and I mean to enjoy it accordingly.â
âI agree with you, Ned, heartily; but if every one enjoyed life as you propose to do, and took to rambling over the face of the earth, there would be no work done, and nothing could be had for love or moneyâexcept what grew spontaneously; and that would be a joyful state of things, wouldnât it?â
Tom Collins, indulging the belief that he had taken up an unassailable position, propelled from his lips a long thin cloud of smoke, and smiled through it at his friend.
âYour style of reasoning is rather wild, to say the least of it,â answered Ned, as he rubbed down his colours on the bottom of a broken plate. âIn the first place, you assume that I propose to spend all my life in rambling; and, in the second place, you found your argument on the absurd supposition that everybody else must find their sole enjoyment in the same occupation.â
âHow I wish,â sighed Tom Collins, smoking languidly, âthat there was no such thing as reasoning. You would be a much more agreeable fellow, Ned, if you didnât argue.â
âIt takes two to make an argument,â remarked Ned. âWell, but couldnât you converse without arguing?â
âCertainly, if you would never contradict what I say, nor make an incorrect statement, nor draw a wrong conclusion, nor object to being contradicted when I think you are in the wrong.â
Tom sighed deeply, and drew comfort from his cigar. In a few minutes he resumed,ââWell, but what do you mean by enjoying life?â
Ned Sinton pondered the question a few seconds, and then repliedâ
âI mean this:â the way to enjoy life is to do all the good you can, by working just enough to support yourself and your family, if you have one; to assist in spreading the gospel, and to enable you to help a friend in need; and to alleviate the condition of the poor, the sick, and the destitute. To work for more than this is to be greedy; to work for less is to be reprehensibly lazy. This amount of work being done, men ought to mingle with their fellow-creatures, and wander abroad as much as may be among the beautiful works of their Creator.â
âA very pretty theory, doubtless,â replied Tom; âbut, pray, in what manner will your proposed ramble advance the interests of religion, or enable you to do the extra ordinary amount of good you speak of?â
âThere you go again, Tom; you ask me the abstract question, âWhat do you mean by enjoying life?â and when I reply, you object to the answer as not being applicable to the present case. Of course, it is not. I did not intend it to be. The good I mean to do in my present ramble is chiefly, if not solely, to my own body and mindââ
âStop, my dear fellow,â interrupted Tom, âdonât become energetic! I accept your answer to the general question; but how many people, think you, can afford to put your theory in practice?â
âVery, very few,â replied Ned, earnestly; âbut that does not affect the truth of my theory. Men will toil night and day to accumulate gold, until their bodies and souls are incapable of enjoying the good things which gold can purchase, and they are infatuated enough to plume themselves on this account, as being diligent men of business; while others, alas! are compelled thus to toil in order to procure the bare necessaries of life; but these melancholy facts do not prove the principle of âgrind-and-toilâ to be a right one; much less do they constitute a reason for my refusing to enjoy
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