By The Great Horn Spoon Summaries
By The Great Horn Spoon Summaries
By The Great Horn Spoon Summaries
Spoon
By Sid Fleischman
Abridged Version
Abridged by
Kelly Rafter, Hilda Rahmann, Gail Cady, and Wende Salcido
2008
Chapter 1: The Stowaways
Jack thought that shoveling coal would help him in the gold fields.
However, the boiler room had gotten very hot! Jack did not mind the
heat because he was in a hurry to reach California so that he could help
his Aunt Arabella keep her house.
Praiseworthy wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “We
need to think of a plan to get out of here.” Neither the boy nor the
butler had any idea of how to catch a thief.
Jack wanted to write a letter to Aunt Arabella. Praiseworthy told
him not to mention that they were stowaways so that Aunt Arabella
would not be worried. Jack began writing.
The next day while the boy and the butler were washing coal off
of themselves, Praiseworthy exclaimed, “Master Jack! You have it!”
“Have what?” Jack was covered with coal dust.
“Why--the answer! We’ll catch the thief at last! You have it!”
Jack wasn’t sure what he had, but began following Praiseworthy
up to see the captain. The captain asked them why they were in his
pilothouse. Praiseworthy told Captain Swain that Jack had figured out a
way to catch the thief.
Later that night, the passengers gathered in the main saloon. The
captain entered and said, “Gentleman. I’ll get to the point. There may
be a thief among us. He already stole from Mr. Praiseworthy and his
young partner. They have a plan to capture him.”
Praiseworthy and Jack stepped forward with Good Luck and said,
“Our plan is simple. Pigs are very smart. This pig here, for example, is
able to tell if a man is dishonest. She can tell if someone is lying. If you
do, she’ll squeal. I promise you that if a thief touches this pig, she’ll
squeal. I want you to all line up and touch her with your right index
finger. When she squeals, we will know that we have our thief!”
The lights went off and everyone agreed to the plan and lined up
to touch Good Luck, the pig. After everyone had passed and touched
the pig, the passengers noticed that she had never squealed. Captain
Swain stepped forward to tell Praiseworthy and Jack that they must
have been mistaken. There was no thief on the ship.
Praiseworthy responded, “It is true, it did not squeal. However,
Master Jack and I powdered the pig’s back with black coal dust. If you
touched her, coal will be on your finger. We will know who the thief is
if there is no coal dust on one man’s finger. He will have exposed
himself as a thief.”
Every man turned up his hand and saw dust on their finger. Except
for one… the judge!
The other passengers gathered around him and pinned his arms
back. Praiseworthy looked at him with a fierce look in his eyes. Captain
Swain already knew what to do with him and said, “Take him to the
coal bunkers. He will be most miserable there.”
Chapter 3: News of the Sea Raven
Praiseworthy and Jack moved their baggage into a cabin with six
other passengers. They shared the cabin with a mountain man,
Mountain Jim. Mr. Azariah Jones was a Yankee trader who said he had
to hold his breath to get through the cabin door. One of the other
cabin mates was Dr. Buckbee, the horse doctor. He was going to
California to look for gold even though he had a wooden leg. He said
he had a map to find the gold. He kept an alarm trumpet around his
neck in case anyone tried to take the map from him. When everyone
was asleep in the room, Jack had to sleep with his fingers in his ears
because of all of the snoring.
Jack liked to walk around the ship. Good Luck followed him
everywhere he went. Jack didn’t want to get too close to Good Luck
because he knew the pig was meant to be a Sunday dinner.
Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but let the porker cuddle next to him
when he sat in the shade. He decided to write another letter to his
family:
It is very hot by the equator. It is not like the winter I am used to.
We have not seen The Sea Raven so we do not know how the race is
going. I hope we will win.
I have already told you about our money getting stolen.
Praiseworthy thought of an idea to catch the thief, Cut-Eye Higgins, but
he will not take the credit for it. All I did was take Good Luck to the coal
bunkers, where he got covered with coal. That is how Praiseworthy got
his idea.
We thought we would never find our money. Captain Swain
helped us to search the cabin and we found our money in Cut-Eye
Higgins’s homemade cigars. He had rolled up our money in them.
I’ll send this letter the next time I come to port. I must go now
because I hear someone calling “ship ahoy!” Maybe it is the Sea Raven.
Jack saw the captain looking at a ship in the distance. “Blast!” He
scowled. “That is not the Sea Raven. It is a becalmed square-rigger
ship.” The square-rigger was stuck at sea because there was no wind
to keep her moving.
Captain Swain used his silver speaking tube to ask the square-
rigger’s captain if they had seen the Sea Raven. He said that they had
seen the ship a day ago. He also asked if Captain Swain could tow their
ship until they could catch a wind to make it to port. The square-rigger
had been stuck at sea for two weeks and the passengers were getting
sick with a fever.
Captain Swain knew that if he did tow the square-rigger it would
slow the Lady Wilma down and they would be farther behind in the
race. He still agreed to help and hooked the square-rigger up to his
ship to tow it.
Later that night Jack and Praiseworthy talked as they watched the
stars. Jack asked him if Praiseworthy had always been a butler.
Praiseworthy replied, “Always.” Jack wished he hadn’t been because
then maybe he could call Jack just Jack, not Master Jack. They would be
more like partners, then.
On the fifth day of pulling the square-rigger, a wind finally came
and filled the ship’s sails. The crews shouted and the square rigger
threw off the tow lines. They wished each other well and the Lady
Wilma was able to move much faster. She was back in the race.
Chapter 4: The Pig Hunt
The Lady Wilma continued to make its way around toward the tip
of South America. The weather started getting colder and there was a
lot of fog. What really worried Jack, though, was that he had heard the
captain might try to take a dangerous shortcut though the Strait of
Magellan.
Captain Swain knew that there would be many storms ahead and
that the storms would test how good of a captain he was.
Praiseworthy liked to walk around the ship, even when the
weather was bad. He said he was looking for Cape Horn. Praiseworthy
also told Jack to look for fires.
“Fires?” asked Jack.
“Yes. The captain tells me that the natives keep fires going day
and night to keep themselves and their sheep from freezing. They call
it Tierra del Fuego.”
“Land of fire? I’ll watch for it,” said Jack.
A few days later, a big storm came that made the ship rock back
and forth. Jack saw his bowl of soup fly one way, and then the other.
Praiseworthy told him that they must have gotten to the Horn.
Passengers all over the ship were thrown in one direction and then
another.
The terrible weather lasted for more than a week. As soon as one
storm ended, another bad storm came. The Lady Wilma continued to
fight for every foot of water. Jack could not sleep at night because his
hammock swayed back and forth and sometimes other cabin mates
flew off their beds.
Jack asked, “Do you think we’ll ever catch up to the Sea Raven in
this weather?”
Praiseworthy replied, “We could go right next to her and not see
her. I don’t think Captain Swain plans on losing.”
“I hope we win!” said Jack.
This weather lasted for thirty-seven days. Then, one Tuesday
morning the sun came out and passengers began to leave their cabins.
“We’ve made it!” yelled Mountain Jim. “This here’s the Pacific
Ocean.”
Captain Swain came out of the pilothouse and gave a wave to the
passengers. He looked at the seas and roared, “By grabs! There she
is—the Sea Raven! And she’s behind us!”
All of the passengers cheered. Jack thought that this might be the
most exciting moment of his life. He wondered how it was possible for
the Sea Raven to be behind them.
“I watched for the fires, but never saw them,” Jack said to
Praiseworthy.
“You didn’t see the fires of Tierra del Fuego because they weren’t
there to be seen.”
“But you said…”
“Jack, the fires were there, but we weren’t. The captain took the
shortcut through the deadly Strait of Magellan. We did not go around
Cape Horn.”
Praiseworthy looked at the captain, who smiled at him. The
captain had taken a shortcut that cut hundreds of miles off the trip.
Captain Swain said, “You’ve found me out,” and pointed at the
Sea Raven. “But now she is following us like a chick after a hen!”
Chapter 6: Spoiled Potatoes
Day after day the Sea Raven and the Lady Wilma raced along the
coast of Chile. Jack, whose hair had grown long and messy, was getting
a haircut from Praiseworthy.
“Praiseworthy,” said Jack. “Do you really think we’ll strike it
rich?”
“No doubt about it. There will be enough for all,” he answered.
But Praiseworthy knew it would not be so easy. Still, he must see
to it that Master Jack did indeed get rich. It would not do to return to
Boston without enough money to help Aunt Arabella.
As Praiseworthy clipped Jack’s hair, the other passengers offered
their advice. Suddenly, the Lady Wilma’s lookout spotted the Sea
Raven. “She’s stopped making smoke Captain!”
“Her coal bunkers are empty,” the Captain said. The Sea Raven
had run out of coal going around Cape Horn. “But we’re not in much
better shape ourselves gentlemen. If this wind doesn’t turn around –
we’ll be burning our last lump of coal soon enough!” warned the
Captain. Soon the Lady Wilma was in the lead but Praiseworthy was
not too excited. “It’s the end of the race that counts,” he said again.
As they traveled north, the wind died away completely and the
weather became warm. The Lady Wilma was able to keep going by
burning coal for steam but about a week later she ran out of coal to
burn and sat becalmed, or stranded, on the sea. Day after day she sat
at sea with no wind to help her move. Two weeks passed and water
was running so low that the Captain said it was only for drinking.
One day, as Praiseworthy and Jack watched for whales to pass
time, Jack asked, “Is Aunt Arabella an Old Maid?”
“Your Aunt Arabella is a young and beautiful woman,”
Praiseworthy replied.
“I mean, if she didn’t have my sisters and me to bring up maybe
she would have gotten married a long time ago.”
“Stuff and nonsense.” Praiseworthy pushed aside the thought. “I
have no doubt that your Aunt Arabella is merely waiting for the right
gentleman to come along…”
Another week passed and Mr. Azariah Jones’s eighteen barrels of
potatoes began to spoil. “I’m ruined!” he wailed, pacing the hot decks.
“Then you must sell them,” remarked Praiseworthy, who was out
for a walk.
“Sell spoiled potatoes? Who do you think will buy them?”
The next day the French immigrant, Monsieur Gaunt declared,
“I’m ruined!” while pacing on deck. “My grape cuttings are drying up
and the Captain will not give me a drop of fresh water to keep them
alive!” All that day Praiseworthy thought about how to help both his
friends, but it was Jack who came up with a great idea and explained it
to Praiseworthy. Jack and Praiseworthy suggested that Monsieur
Gaunt buy the spoiled potatoes from Mr. Azariah Jones. “Potatoes!”
exclaimed the Frenchman. “Don’t make jokes!”
“Spoiled the potatoes may be – but juicy they are, sir. Monsieur
Gaunt, you need only poke each of your grape cuttings into a plump
potato. I daresay they will stay alive all the way to Callao,”
Praiseworthy explained.
“I’m saved,” both Jones and Gaunt said, and the deal was made.
Mr. Azariah Jones and Monsieur Gaunt were so thankful that they both
promised to buy Jack and Praiseworthy all the digging tools they would
need in the gold fields.
The next day a wind from the south came up and the Lady Wilma
began to move through the sea again. The weather turned hotter and a
growing excitement took over the gold seeking passengers. The port of
Callao was only 10 days ahead when the Sea Raven was seen coming
behind. “She’s gaining on us!” shouted Mountain Jim.
By noon the Sea Raven had caught up and was being carried along
like a feather by the sea. “Blast!” roared Captain Swain. “And me half-
sunk in the water with building bricks. Bricks!” By dusk the Sea Raven
was gone, far ahead.
Chapter 7: End of the Race
When the Lady Wilma entered the Bay of Callao, the passengers
learned that the Sea Raven had already been there, had loaded up with
coal and fresh water, and had left for California.
After many months at sea, the gold-seekers, including Jack and
Praiseworthy, were very excited to be going ashore. It was land, dry
land. While in the small town, Mr. Azariah Jones and Monsieur Gaunt
bought picks and shovels for Jack and Praiseworthy. The passengers
enjoyed a day in the tiny town and then were called by the ship’s bell to
return to the Lady Wilma to continue their journey. There was a wild
rush, but when Jack turned Praiseworthy was gone. “Praiseworthy!”
Jack screamed. He didn’t know which way to run. He couldn’t leave
Praiseworthy behind.
And then, from a doorway of a nearby shop, Praiseworthy
appeared. He was carrying a strange package wrapped in newspaper.
Jack had never been so happy to see anyone in his life.
“Hurry!” he cried desperately. “We’ll get left behind!” Together
they hurried toward the ship with a long trail of stray cats following the
smell of Praiseworthy’s package. When they got on the ship, at least a
dozen of the cats got on as well, but nobody noticed them.
Back on the ship, Captain Swain was angry because the Sea Raven
had taken all the coal and there had been none for the Lady Wilma to
buy in the whole town. “Blast the Sea Raven!” he yelled. “She’s made
sure there wasn’t a cinder left for us!”
Once at sea the Lady Wilma picked up a breeze and continued on
her way. Hoping for a supply of coal, Captain Swain stopped in the
Galapagos Islands but there was none to buy so they pushed on.
Weeks later, off the coast of Mexico, they spotted the Sea Raven,
loaded down with coal and moving very slowly. “Billy-be-hanged!”
shouted Mountain Jim. “We’re going to pass her up!” As the Lady
Wilma pulled ahead, Captain Swain was very happy. “I guess if there’s
anything heavier than a ton of bricks – it’s a ton of coal!”
As they neared their arrival in California, the Lady Wilma was in
the lead. The Peruvian cats that got on the boat in Callao had had
many kittens. The gold-seekers got ready by trimming their beards and
packing their chests while they sang,
I’m going to California
With my washbowl on my knee.
Jack thought of what the goldfields would be like and suggested
to Praiseworthy that they buy a gun to protect themselves. “Stuff and
nonsense,” said the butler. But Jack noticed that many of the other
passengers had weapons and he wished he had a gun.
One bright morning, with San Francisco only a day away, the
winds carrying them forward suddenly died away. By afternoon clouds
gathered and opposite winds drove the Lady Wilma back. With plenty
of coal for steam, the Sea Raven came steadily behind them. By
evening she had caught up to the Lady Wilma, passing it with a blast of
her whistle. “Boys, it looks like we’re done for,” said Mountain Jim.
“Not a bit,” said Praiseworthy. “The voyage isn’t finished, sir. Not by a
long shot.” Praiseworthy told Captain Swain to burn some of the
lumber on board as fuel. The Lady Wilma caught up with the Sea Raven
and the two ships raced to win. The Sea Raven was slowed by its
mountains of coal and the Lady Wilma pulled ahead. It entered into
San Francisco Bay and dropped anchor as the passengers cheered and
threw their hats in the air. “Gentlemen,” said Praiseworthy, “I believe
we’ve won the race.” After a 15,000-mile voyage and five months at
sea, the gold-seekers had arrived.
Chapter 8: Saved by a Whisker
Jack felt very excited as they stepped off the boat onto the San
Francisco wharf. He was the first out and he was amazed at how many
people were there to see the ships arrive. It was crowded with men,
women, children, dogs, mules, chickens, and more. There were
hundreds of people selling things and Jack was dazzled by what he saw.
There were tattooed islanders and East India sailors, Chinese with
pigtails, Mexicans with silver spurs on their boots, and many others.
Buildings were going up everywhere and interesting sounds and smells
were everywhere. Suddenly, Mountain Jim stopped, recognizing the
smell of bear meat. “Makes your mouth water, don’t it?” he said.
“Not exactly,” said Jack, trying not to breathe.
Following the scent, Mountain Jim walked into a restaurant while
Praiseworthy and Jack continued on.
“A fine room, if you please,” Praiseworthy said to the clerk at the
United States Hotel. “And I think a tub bath would be in order.”
“That’ll be ten dollars extra-each.” said the clerk.
“We’ll wait,” said Praiseworthy. In this part of t he world, he
thought, a man had to strike it rich just to keep his neck clean. As
Praiseworthy signed the hotel register, Jack noticed a bearded miner in
a floppy hat with chestnut hair tumbling out on all sides.
“Ruination!” the miner began to mutter. “Ruination!”
Praiseworthy asked about getting to the diggings and was told
that it would cost twenty-five dollars each for boat fare to Sacramento.
Though Jack worried because they did not have the money,
Praiseworthy didn’t seem worried, “We’ll be taking the boat
tomorrow,” he told the clerk. Praiseworthy figured that it had taken
them five months to get to San Francisco and it would take five months
to get home, so they had two months left to find gold if they were to
keep Aunt Arabella from being sold out.
“Ruination!” Jack said. “We’ve come all this way and now we’re
no closer.”
“Nonsense,” said Praiseworthy “We’ll be on tomorrow’s
riverboat, I promise you.”
Jack and Praiseworthy washed and changed their clothes and set
off to try to find a way to earn money for their trip. In the lobby they
saw the shaggy miner again, muttering in his dusty beard. They set out
and noticed that the miner was following them.
“Sir, are you following us?” Praiseworthy asked. The miner
introduced himself as Quartz Jackson and explained that his fiancée
was due in on the stage coach any minute and they had never met.
“We’re supposed to be getting married. But ruination-- when she
takes one look at me, she’s goin’ to think I’m part grizzly bear,” cried
the miner.
“I couldn’t help staring at the lad here. I figured you must have
flushed out a barber and maybe you’d do Quartz Jackson the favor of
leadin’ me to him.”
Jack liked the man. “No sir,” he said. “I haven’t been to a barber.
Unless you mean Praiseworthy.” The miner’s face, what could be seen
of it, broke into a sunny smile.
“I’d be much obliged if you’d barber me up, Mr. Praiseworthy.
Name your price. I’ll even let you keep my hair when you are done.”
“I’ll be glad to help you in your hour of need, sir.” Praiseworthy
said. Jack caught every last cut off hair in the miner’s gold pan, as he
was told to do. But what did he expect them to do with all the hair
cuttings? Stuff a mattress?
When the haircut was over, Quartz Jackson turned out to be a
nice looking fellow and he was very thankful.
“Much obliged, Praiseworthy. You saved me from certain
ruination. The least I can do is learn you how to work a gold pan,” he
said. Quartz Jackson taught Jack and Praiseworthy how to pan for gold
from the gold pan that was piled high with hair cuttings from Quartz
Jackson’s beard and hair. Gold Dust!
“Why, look there!” the miner roared. “The boy’s panned himself
some color. Since I gave you the whiskers and all--- the gold is yours!”
Jack had never known a more exciting moment in his life.
Half an hour later, Jack and Praiseworthy put up a sign that said,
“Free Haircuts-Miners Only” and were taking advantage of the
opportunity to find some more gold to pay for their tickets on the
riverboat.
Chapter 9: The Man in the Jipijapa Hat
Jack’s feet ached from hours of standing in the ice cold mountain
stream. His face was dirty and his clothes were even dirtier. He was
too excited about finding gold that he didn’t even care.
As Praiseworthy and Jack walked back into town, Jack asked
Praiseworthy if they could get a tent so that they wouldn’t have to walk
back and forth from their claim to the hotel. Praiseworthy said they
needed a mule and boots, as well. Jack was beginning to feel like
Praiseworthy was like a father to him, and Jack liked the idea. Even
though they were not really related, having Praiseworthy as a partner
was just as good. Jack also wondered about the picture that he had
found of Aunt Arabella in Praiseworthy’s carpet bag. “Does Aunt
Arabella know you’ve got her picture along?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, the picture,” he said quietly. “I’d been meaning to give
it to you. I have no right to have it.”
Jack said, “It’s just a picture, you can keep it. Why doesn’t Aunt
Arabella have a husband?”
Praiseworthy seemed embarrassed. “You see here, Master
Jack…”
“Jamoka Jack. Constance says Aunt Arabella was in love once, but
he died and she never got over it. She’s going to be an old maid.”
“Miss Constance should be spanked for saying that,” said
Praiseworthy.
“I’ll bet Aunt Arabella would marry you if you asked,” said Jack.
Praiseworthy began to laugh, “That’s nonsense. She needs to
marry a gentleman, not a butler! Your Aunt Arabella would be laughed
out of Boston if she married me. It’s just not done.”
They continued walking and Jack continued thinking about the
picture. He knew Praiseworthy would never have taken the picture so
Aunt Arabella must have given it to him.
As they got close to Hangtown, Jack noticed that everyone was
staring at them. He wondered what was wrong.
And then a voice said, “There he is.” Another said, “That’s him,
alright.”
Praiseworthy and Jack kept walking. A cold feeling crept up Jack’s
neck. As they reached the Empire hotel, people gazed at them with a
kind of awe. A mutter of voices came up.
“Knocked that outlaw seventeen feet.”
“Up hill.”
“Nineteen feet is what I heard.”
Praiseworthy stopped at the door and looked at all of the people
talking.
Another miner said, “Stranger, you must have a fightin’ arm like
the end of a bullwhip. Pleased to have you in town.”
“Pleased to be here,” said Praiseworthy. “But let me explain…”
“Hey Bullwhip, where are you and the young’un from?”
“Boston, sir. But someone must have over exaggerated about
what happened on the trip here. You see…” said Praiseworthy.
“Hold on. You calling him a liar?”
“No, but…”
“Well, did you knock that thief up hill or not?”
“Yes, but…”
The miners began giggling. They had taken an immediate liking to
the nickname Bullwhip.
“How long you stayin’, Bullwhip?”
Praiseworthy was frustrated. He had been trying to explain but it
seemed like everyone in the diggings wanted to believe whatever he
wanted to. If they preferred the tall tale to facts, let them have it.
“Bullwhip, exactly how far was it?”
Praiseworthy winked at Jack, “Gents,” he said, “from where I was
standing—it looked at least twenty-three feet.”
A miner swallowed and said, “O be joyful!”
Praiseworthy told Jack to come along into the hotel.
Jack smiled and said, “Yes sir—Bullwhip.”
Chapter 13: A Bushel of Neckties
When Jack woke up the next morning he ran outside to see if the
burro that they bought was still there. They had tied the burro, who
they had named Stubb, to a stake outside of the tent.
The man who they had bought Stubb from said that Stubb was a
proud animal but sometimes thought he was a mule. Jack told him
they would be friends.
Jack untied the burro and at that moment, Stubb kicked out his
back legs which caused Jack to fly onto the ground. Jack was so
surprised that he just sat there. Pitch-pine Billy laughed and reminded
Jack that Stubb thought he was a mule.
Jack brushed himself off. “All I wanted to do was ride him.”
Pitch-pine Billy said, “The mules around here are half wild. They
don’t want to be ridden. You have to blindfold them first and then
they’ll stand still.” He pulled out a red bandana and tied it around
Stubb’s face.
Jack walked over to the burro, threw a leg over his back, and held
on. Pitch-pine Billy pulled off the bandana. Stubb stood still, trying to
decide if he should act like a mule or a burro.
“Good boy, Stubb,” said Jack.
Stubb gave a little kick, but then decided to behave himself. Jack
walked him back and forth a few times and then slipped to the ground.
“We have ourselves a good burro,” he told Praiseworthy.
Stubb gave a kick to show he was mad.
“Mule, I mean,” Jack said.
After breakfast, they packed up their supplies and put them on
Stubb while he was blindfolded. They were ready to leave Hangtown.
All of the miners came to say goodbye.
“We’ll be looking for you when you come back next month to
fight Mountain Ox,” said Buffalo John.
Praiseworthy said, “I’ll be here,” and took the blindfold off Stubbs.
“Let’s get going, partner.”
They took the squirrel gun, which was not as exciting as a four
shooter, and headed off. They led Stubbs with a rope. Jack knew he
could use the squirrel gun to hunt for a little bit of food and scare an
outlaw or two.
They walked off and heard their friends from town shouting
goodbyes to them. It was hard to leave them, but would be even
harder to come back when it was time for the fight.
“Are you really going to fight him?” asked Jack.
“I gave my word that I would,” said Praiseworthy. He didn’t seem
worried at all about fighting.
Jack imagined his partner lying in the dust on the street after a
fight with Mountain Ox. He was worried that Praiseworthy would lose.
“I intend to beat him,” said Praiseworthy.
“With reading and writing?” asked Jack.
“Exactly. Miss Arabella gave me a book called The Gentleman’s
Book of Boxing. I read it and studied it. I could tell you everything it
said in it. I know Mountain Ox hasn’t read the book. All he does is fight
so I know I can outwit and outbox him. I’m actually beginning to look
forward to my fight with him.”
Jack put Mountain Ox out of his mind. He took the squirrel gun
and kept an eye out for rabbits, squirrels, savages, and outlaws. Now
all they needed to do was find gold.
Chapter 15: The Man Who Couldn’t Sit Down
Day after day, Praiseworthy and Jack moved their camp while
they searched for gold. Sometimes they were successful, and
sometimes they weren’t. At night time the fleas were really bad. Jack
kept a candle by the gold pans and would count who caught more dead
fleas. Jack announced that he was ahead and Praiseworthy said he had
flea bites to prove that what Jack said was true.
Praiseworthy loved the mountain air and loved being in California.
They wondered if they would ever find gold or “pay dirt.”
One night Praiseworthy and Jack were sitting around the campfire
when a miner walked by them. They asked him to stop and sit with
them, but the miner said he couldn’t because he had a terrible
toothache. The miner was going to Shirt-tail camp because he had
heard they had a dentist there. Praiseworthy and Jack suspected that
Cut-Eye Higgins was the dentist. The miner told them that the dentist’s
name was Doc Higgins.
Days passed and Jack and Praiseworthy continued looking for
gold. One day they saw Digger Indians. The women wore bright calico
dresses and would mine for gold with baskets. A prospector told them
the Digger Indians were looking for gold so that they could trade it for
dresses, serapes, and red sashes.
Jack and Praiseworthy slowly added gold dust to their pouches,
but had never come close to striking it rich. Every place that they found
had been passed through by other miners. The saw Chinese sifting
through the camps trying to find little bits of gold left behind. Jack
noticed the rockers made of all sorts of different materials. To use a
rocker, the miners would shovel dirt into the top and rock it back and
forth so gold would catch at the bottom.
One afternoon in late July, Jack decided to take his squirrel gun
and look for a jackrabbit to eat for dinner. He walked around, thinking
of how surprised Aunt Arabella and his sisters would be if they saw him
hunting. All of a sudden, a bear appeared. Jack was very scared and
felt like he couldn’t move. All he had to protect himself was a squirrel
gun! The bear stood on its hind legs and showed his teeth. Jack began
to back up. As he backed up, he fell into a coyote hole that had been
dug by miners looking for gold. The bear looked everywhere for him
and eventually left because he couldn’t see inside the hole.
Jack was scraped and bruised but had broken no bones. He tried
to climb out of the hole but couldn’t. Every time he got halfway up, he
would slide back down. He began to call for help. He knew that he was
too far away from camp for Praiseworthy to hear, but he shouted
anyway. Finally, he took the squirrel gun and shot up at the sky.
He saw a face up above him. “Help, sir!” Jack said.
“What are you doin’ down there?”
“Trying to get out, sir!”
“I heard you callin’. You almost shot my hat off.”
“Sorry, sir.”
The man threw a rope down the hole for Jack. He held on tightly
and the stranger pulled him out. Jack stood up and looked at the
stranger. He was wearing Cut-Eye Higgin’s white coat! Jack backed
away, almost falling back into the coyote hole again.
“What’s the matter, boy? You look like you seen a ghost.”
Jack’s heart was pounding. “I know who you are—a road agent!”
“Now, that’s a fact,” the man laughed. “But I’ve retired from the
road agent profession. That’s a fact too. All of my friends were shot or
hung and I got away but was shot on the seat of my pants. I haven’t
been able to sit in a month. Me and my horse just walk and hunt for
grizzly bears. I’m not a road agent anymore. You haven’t seen a big
bear around here, have you? I’ve been hunting him for two days.”
Jack calmed down but kept his distance. “I’ll bet you’re still
looking for Dr. Buckbee’s mine.”
“Mine? What mine is that, boy?”
Jack realized that the stranger didn’t know about the map in the
lining of Cut-Eye Higgin’s coat. He pointed the squirrel gun at the man.
“You pointin’ that thing at me?” the reformed road agent
laughed.
“Yes, sir. You stole the coat you’re wearing, didn’t you?”
“I guess I did. Did it belong to a friend of yours? I feel bad
wearing it even though I like it. I’d appreciate it if you could give it back
to your friend. It was too tight on me anyways.”
He peeled the coat off and threw it at Jack. It landed on the
ground. Then the man took his horse’s halter and began to walk away.
Jack told him the bear had just left. Then the man turned and began to
laugh. He told Jack next time he pointed the squirrel gun at someone,
he had better make sure it was loaded.
Jack’s face reddened. He was sorry he hadn’t been more polite to
someone who had helped him. “Thank you, sir!” he called.
Jack ran back to camp with the coat. “Look what I’ve got!” he said
to Praiseworthy. “It’s Cut-Eye Higgin’s coat!”
Jack told Praiseworthy about the meeting with the grizzly bear
and the reformed road agent. Praiseworthy took a knife and ripped
open the lining of the coat. They looked in the coat and Jack’s
excitement died away. There was no map. There never had been a
map in the coat!
Praiseworthy said, “The scoundrel fooled us. He never lost the
map to the highwaymen. This means that he used the map to go to
Shirt-tail Camp. He may not have even found the mine yet. If he had,
he wouldn’t be pulling teeth. Let’s eat beans for dinner, partner. First
thing tomorrow morning we’ll go to Shirt-tail Camp to look for Cut-Eye
Higgins and the map.”
Chapter 16: The Gravediggers