e known him to be the same boy!"

"You're right there," said Seth. "I've read in some book of the eyes
bein' called `the windows of the soul;' an' I believe it's pretty near
the mark."

"Golly, massa Rawlings," put in Jasper at this juncture--the darkey had
been dying to speak for a long time--"p'raps him turn out to be gran'
fine genelmun, for sure, 'sides bein' massa Willerton's cuzzing, hey?"

"P'raps I'll souse you in the river if you don't make tracks and bring
down somethin' as we can take poor Sailor Bill up to the hut in," said
Seth, speaking again in his customary way and in a manner that Jasper
plainly understood, for he disappeared at once, returning shortly in
company with Josh, the two bearing a mattress between them, on which the
boy was placed, still asleep, and carried up to the house, where he was
softly put down on Mr Rawlings' bed and left, with Seth watching by his
side until he should wake up, as the latter expected, in his proper
senses.

The camp was in a state of tremendous excitement, as may be supposed,
for no less than three thrilling episodes of interest had occurred all
in one day, any one of which would have been sensational enough in
itself to have afforded matter for gossip for a month.

The starting of the stamps--the attack and repulse of the long-dreaded
Indian band--the fact of Sailor Bill recovering his lost senses--all
happening at once, all coming together!

It was too much for even the most apathetic of the miners to contemplate
calmly. And when, after the final departure of the American soldiery--
whose commander returned, after pursuing the Sioux for some distance
amongst the Black Hills, to report that no further attack need be feared
from the band, which was now thoroughly dispersed and incapable of
assailing the camp a second time, that year at least--Minturne Creek
resumed its normal quietude, and seemed duller than ever after such
stirring events as had recently been witnessed, the excited gold-diggers
gathered together in twos and threes, thinking over and talking about
what had happened.

Beyond the stirring events that had happened they had also to mourn the
loss of two of their number, as gallant comrades as men ever had--for,
ere long, Black Harry had followed the smart foretopman to the silent
land, succumbing to the dangerous wound he had received towards the end
of the struggle from an Indian tomahawk wielded by a powerful arm, which
had almost cleft the p