delicate and kind, opened Jim's blue eyes to some sad things he had
never seen before.

He neither got drunk, nor threatened to kill himself, nor married the
first silly girl he met; but he sensibly left the place where he had
suffered so greatly, and, in a sort of sad daze, he hurried off to hide
himself in the newly discovered gold-fields of California. Perhaps he
had suddenly learned certain properties of gold which were heretofore
unknown to him; at any rate, it was soon understood at Spanish Stake,
where he had located himself, that Jim Hockson got out more gold per
week than any man in camp, and that it all went to San Francisco.

"Kind of a mean cuss, I reckon," remarked a newcomer, one day at the
saloon, when Jim alone, of the crowd present, declined to drink with
him.

"Not any!" replied Colonel Two, so called because he had two eyes, while
another colonel in the camp had but one. "An' it's good for _you_,
stranger," continued the colonel, "that you ain't been long in camp,
else some of the boys 'ud put a hole through you for sayin' anything
'gainst Jim; for we all swear by him, _we_ do. He don't carry
shootin'-irons, but no feller in camp dares to tackle him; he don't cuss
nobody, but ev'rybody does just as he asks 'em to. As to drinkin', why,
I'd swear off myself, ef 'twud make me hold a candle to him. Went to old
Bermuda t'other day, when he was ravin' tight and layin' for Butcher
Pete with a shootin'-iron, an' he actilly talked Bermuda into soakin'
his head an' turnin' in--ev'rybody else was afeared to go nigh old
Bermuda that day."

The newcomer seemed gratified to learn that Jim was so peaceable a