They look to the extension of their
gloomy "institution," negro slavery.
Valois keeps much to himself. Resolutely he saves his golden
gleanings. He avoids the gambling tables and dance-houses. Joe
Woods works like a horse, from mere acquisitiveness. He fondly looks
back to a certain farm in Missouri, where he would fain squire it
when rich. Public rumor announces the great hegira of gold seekers.
The rush begins. Horse stealing, quarrels over claims, personal
encounters, rum's lunacy, and warring opinion cause frequent bloody
affrays.
Already scattered mounds rudely marked prove the reign of grim King
Death. His dark empire stretches even here unstayed, unchallenged.
Winter approaches; its floods drive the miners out of the river
beds. Joe Woods has aggregated several Pike County souls, whose
claims adjoin those of the two young associates. Wishing to open
communication with Judge Valois at Belle Etoile, Maxime ceases
work. He must recruit for hardships of the next season. He leaves
all in the hands of "partner Joe," who prefers to camp with
his friends, now the "Missouri Company." Valois is welcome at the
Mission Dolores. He can there safely deposit his splendid savings.
Provided with ample funds of gold dust, in heavy buckskin sacks,
to send up winter supplies, Valois secures his half of the profits.
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