“After coming up to the diggings, I had no luck for a long time; but I’m now working one of the richest claims as ever was opened.”
During the day, I told Stormy the particulars of my visit to Dublin; and the trouble I was in concerning the loss of my relatives.
“Never mind ’em!” said he, “make a fortune here—and then make a family of your own. I’ve been told that that’s the best way to forget old friends, though, for myself, I never tried it.”
Stormy’s advice seemed wisdom: as it led me to think of Lenore. Before parting with my old messmate, I learnt from him where he was living. We arranged to see each other often; and as soon as we should have an opportunity of dissolving the respective partnerships in which each was engaged, we should unite and work together.
Stormy was the first friend who took me by the hand—after I had been turned out upon the cold world; and time had not changed the warm attachment I had long ago conceived for the brave sailor.
Volume One—Chapter Twenty Two.
On leaving San Francisco, Guinane had declared his intention of going to the Stanislaus river; and his acquaintances, left behind in that city, had been directed to write to him at the latter place.
One Saturday morning, he borrowed a mule from one of the neighbouring miners, to ride over to the post-office for his letters.