ht."

"Tay an' sugar'll be as bad, no doubt!"

"Wuss, they are; for there's next to none at all, I opine, in this here
location."

"Faix, I'll have a pound o' both, av they wos two dollars the
half-ounce. Have ye got raisins an' sago?"

"Yes."

"Give me a pound o' that, aich."

These articles having been delivered and paid for, Larry continued--

"Ye'll have brandy, av coorse?"

"I guess I have; plenty at twenty dollars a bottle."

"Och, morther, it'll brake the bank intirely; but it's little I care.
Hand me wan bottle, plaze."

The bottle of brandy was added to his store, and then the Irishman,
shouldering his bundle of good things, left the shop, and directed his
steps once more towards the ravine in which dwelt Kate Morgan and her
brother Pat.

It was late when the Irishman returned from his mission of kindness, and
he found the fire nearly out, the tent closed, and all his comrades
sound asleep, so, gently lifting the curtain that covered the entrance,
he crept quietly in, lay down beside Bill Jones, whose nasal organ was
performing a trombone solo, and in five minutes was sound asleep.

It seemed to him as if he had barely closed his eyes, when he was roused
by his comrades making preparations to resume work; nevertheless, he had
rested several hours, and the grey hue of early day that streamed in
through the opening of the tent warned him that he must recommence the
effort to realise his golden dreams. The pursuit of gold, however
engrossing it may be, does not prevent men from desiring to lie still in
the morning, or abate one jot of the misery of their condition when they
are rudely roused by _early_ comrades, and told that "it's time to get
up." Larry O'Neil, Tom Collins, and Maxton groaned, on receiving this
information from Ned, turned, and made as if they meant to go to sleep.
But they meant nothing of the sort; it was merely a silent testimony to
the fact of their thorough independence--an expressive way of shewing
that they scorned to rise at the bidding of any man, and that they would
not get up till it pleased themselves to do so. That this was the case
became evident from their groaning again, two minutes afterwards, and
turning round on their backs. Then they stretched themselves, and,
sitting up, stared at each other like owls. A moment after, Maxton
yawned vociferously, and fell back again quite flat, an act which was
instantly imitated by the other two. Such is the force of bad