Harold Edward Bindloss

Name: The Gold Trail — Chapter VII
Author: Harold Edward Bindloss

The Gold Trail — Chapter VII (1910)

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“The Gold Trail — Chapter VII”, published in 1910, is a work by Harold Edward Bindloss. It explores elements such as Weston, Grenfell and quartz.

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Harold Edward Bindloss, The Gold Trail — Chapter VII (1910)

“ His companions had trooped off to the settlement about a league away, and a row of flat cars stood idle on the track which now led across the beaten muskeg. On the farther side of the latter, the tall pines lay strewn in rows, but beyond the strip of clearing the bush closed in again, solemn, shadowy, and almost impenetrable. There was a smell of resinous wood-smoke in the air, but save for the distant sound of the river everything was very still.
Weston looked up sharply as a patter of approaching footsteps rose out of the shadows behind him. ”

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Harold Edward Bindloss, The Gold Trail — Chapter VII (1910)

“ At any rate, if one accomplished it, he never came back to tell of his success, for the bones of many prospectors lie unburied in the wilderness. Indeed, when the wanderers who know it best gather for the time being in noisy construction camp or beside the snapping fire where the new wagon road cleaves the silent bush, they tell tales of lost quartz-reefs and silver leads as fantastic as those of the genii-guarded treasures of the East, and the men who have been out on the gold trail generally believe them. ”

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Harold Edward Bindloss, The Gold Trail — Chapter VII (1910)

“ A sudden distaste for the monotonous toil with the shovel came upon him, and he felt the call of the wilderness. Besides, he was young enough to be sanguine, although, for that matter, older men, worn by disappointments and toilsome journeys among the hills, have set out once more on the gold trail with an optimistic faith that has led them to their death. Ambition awoke in him, and he recognized now that the week or two spent in Kinnaird's camp had rendered it impossible for him to remain a track-grader. At length he turned to Grenfell. ”

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Harold Edward Bindloss, The Gold Trail — Chapter VII (1910)

“ Weston, who had been sent to work some distance from the camp that day and had not heard of this mishap, felt sorry for Grenfell. The man evidently had always been somewhat frail, and now he was past his prime; indulgence in deleterious whisky had further shaken him. He could not chop or ply the shovel, and it was with difficulty that his companions had borne his cooking, while it seemed scarcely likely that anybody would have much use for him in a country that is run by the young and strong. ”

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Harold Edward Bindloss, The Gold Trail — Chapter VII (1910)

“ Grenfell stopped him with a gesture.
"I'm going to talk. Don't interrupt. Mr. Weston was once or twice a good friend to me, and you have seen me through a few times lately. Now I know a quartz lead that's run through with wire gold quite rich enough to mill at a profit, but I can't go up and look for it in the bush myself. When I walk any distance my knees get shaky. Make you firm offer—even shares to come up with me." ”

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Harold Edward Bindloss, The Gold Trail — Chapter VII (1910)

“ All the way from California to the frozen north one now and then may hear of men who struck a rich quartz or silver lead in the wilderness, and, coming down to record it, signally failed to find it again. What is stranger still, there are mines that have been discovered several times by different men, none of whom was ever afterward able to retrace his steps. ”

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Harold Edward Bindloss, The Gold Trail — Chapter VII (1910)

“ Weston left him shortly afterward, and went back with the other man toward the shanty.
"The chances seem too steep for you?" suggested Weston.
"Well, I guess he did strike that gold; but I shouldn't be too sure of it. It's quite likely that he fancied the whole thing. You can't count on the notions of that kind of man."
He broke off for a moment, and appeared to consider.
"There's another point. The old tank has no nerves left, and he's no use on his legs. Guess, you'll have to carry him over the range." ”

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Harold Edward Bindloss, The Gold Trail — Chapter VII (1910)

“ Cassidy's had 'most enough of him. He never could cook, anyway, and the boys are getting thin. Last thing he did was to put the indurated plates on the stove to warm. Filled the thing right up and left them. ”

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