But our present business is with the diggings and the diggers. We have
often wished we could interrogate one of those unquiet spirits in the
manner of Macbeth--'What is't ye do?' How do you manage? By what signs
do you know a locality that is likely to repay your pains? What are
your instruments, your machinery? What do you conceive to be the
prospects of your singular trade? And, in fact, our curiosity is at
this moment to a certain extent gratified: a Voice has been wafted
across the ocean to our private ear, and, undisturbed by the thousand
other tongues of the diggings, we can listen to an account, distinct
so far as it goes, of the whole process of gold-hunting. The voice
emanates from Mr S. Rutter, of Sydney, whose experience has lain both
in the Californian and Australian mines, and we propose putting
together, in as intelligible a way as we can, the rough hints with
which we have been favoured.

Mr Rutter, on the 24th of May last, left Sydney for the Ophir
diggings, with a party, including himself, of four individuals. A
sleeping partner remained behind, whose duty it was to furnish the
means of conveyance for the first trip; but the four travellers
entered with each other into a more precise agreement, the chief
articles of which we give, as being common in such adventures:--

I. We solemnly agree to stand by each other in all circumstances.

II. Each man is to come provided with firearms.

III. The capital is to be contributed equally, or credit given, as may
be agreed to by the majority.

IV. The profit or loss to be equally divided.