human
Sure th' gold ain't petered out yit?
gpt
No, answered Thure, smiling.
human
According to dad's last letter they were discovering new diggings almost every day and all the old diggings were still panning out well. Why, he wrote that the fellow who had the claim right next to his claim had found a pocket the day before, out of which he had taken in one day one thousand dollars' worth of gold nuggets!
gpt
Say, young man, and a great, huge-boned, lank man crowded eagerly up to Thure's side,
human
and he turned excitedly to one of the two women, who stood together on the outskirts of the little crowd of men around Thure and Bud.
gpt
Jest listen tew what this boy's own dad rit home,
human
Did you hear that, Sal? and again the big man turned excitedly to the woman.
gpt
One Thousand Dollars' wurth of gold nuggets picked right up out of a hole in th' ground in one day! Gosh, that's more gold than we ever seed in our lives! An' he found it all in one day! Good lord! in ten days he'd have Ten Thousand Dollars! An' in one hundred days he'd have One Hundred Thousand Dollars!
human
Well, what if he did have one hundred thousand dollars! What good would that do you? That's what I'd like tew know, Tim Perkins? He'd have th' gold, not you, wouldn't he?
gpt
But, and the big fellow's eyes fairly shone with enthusiasm,
human
An' your dreamin' always comes true! replied Mrs. Perkins scornfully.
gpt
Well, I've only got this tew say, an', if I've sed it onct, I've sed it a hundred times, this is our last wild-goose chasin' trip. You'll settle down for keeps, th' next time you settle down, Tim Perkins, gold or no gold; or you'll do your chasin' alone,
human
Sal's some downhearted, the big fellow explained to Thure,
gpt
and his face lighted up again,
human
Do you reckon we can make Sacramento City tew-night? here broke in one of the men anxiously.
gpt
We was a calculatin' that we might.
human
Yes, answered Thure,
gpt
Then we'll hustle, declared the man, who appeared to be the captain of the little company.
human
Everybody who wants tew git to Sacramento City tew-night git a-goin', he shouted.
gpt
Th' gold stories'll keep till we git thar,