Summary

Self-made man A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys who Worked a Deserted Mine (1905)

The glare of the fire showed him the ghastly countenance of Gideon Prawle turned toward the ceiling.
“Wake up! Wake up, Prawle! The place is on fire!” cried Jack, seizing the man from the West and shaking him roughly.
But Prawle never made a move of his own accord, but lay like a log in the boy’s grasp.
“What’s the matter with you? Wake up!”
Jack grabbed him with both hands and pulled him up into a sitting posture.
Prawle’s head rolled over on his shoulder like that of a dead man.
“In Heaven’s name, what can be the matter with the man? He looks like death. Has he had another fit?”
Source: Gutenberg

Self-made man A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys who Worked a Deserted Mine (1905)

The corpse was that of an apparently well-nourished man of about fifty years of age; the bearded features were coarse and rugged, as if he had roughed it upon the plains or in the mountains of the West.
“Looks as if he might have been a miner, eh, Charlie?” suggested Jack.
“Yes, or a prospector, or something of that sort.”
“Or maybe a ranchman.”
“Sure; or a bad man from Piute Flat, or some other tough joint in the wild and woolly.”
“Hardly that,” objected his chum. “It is not a bad face, by any means. I don’t think I should be afraid to trust a fellow with his physiognomy.”
Source: Gutenberg

Self-made man A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys who Worked a Deserted Mine (1905)

Charlie rushed into the shop for more brandy and returned in a moment.
Gideon Prawle gulped it down at a draught, and it brought him instant relief.
“That’s good stuff, and it warms me innards nicely,” he said, smacking his lips with a sigh of satisfaction.
“It’s the best in Sackville,” said Charlie. “It’s none of your common saloon firewater. No, sir; that is kept exclusively for the sick.”
Source: Gutenberg

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