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    Chapter LXXIX

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    I launched out as a lecturer, now, with great boldness. I had the field
    all to myself, for public lectures were almost an unknown commodity in
    the Pacific market. They are not so rare, now, I suppose. I took an old
    personal friend along to play agent for me, and for two or three weeks we
    roamed through Nevada and California and had a very cheerful time of it.
    Two days before I lectured in Virginia City, two stagecoaches were robbed
    within two miles of the town. The daring act was committed just at dawn,
    by six masked men, who sprang up alongside the coaches, presented
    revolvers at the heads of the drivers and passengers, and commanded a
    general dismount. Everybody climbed down, and the robbers took their
    watches and every cent they had. Then they took gunpowder and blew up
    the express specie boxes and got their contents. The leader of the
    robbers was a small, quick-spoken man, and the fame of his vigorous
    manner and his intrepidity was in everybody's mouth when we arrived.

    The night after instructing Virginia, I walked over the desolate "divide"
    and down to Gold Hill, and lectured there. The lecture done, I stopped
    to talk with a friend, and did not start back till eleven. The "divide"
    was high, unoccupied ground, between the towns, the scene of twenty
    midnight murders and a hundred robberies. As we climbed up and stepped
    out on this eminence, the Gold Hill lights dropped out of sight at our
    backs, and the night closed down gloomy and dismal. A sharp wind swept
    the place, too, and chilled our perspiring bodies through.

    "I tell you I don't like this place at night," said Mike the agent.

    "Well, don't speak so loud," I said. "You needn't remind anybody that we
    are here."

    Just then a dim figure approached me from the direction of Virginia--a
    man, evidently. He came straight at me, and I stepped aside to let him
    pass; he stepped in the way and confronted me again. Then I saw that he
    had a mask on and was holding something in my face--I heard a click-click
    and recognized a revolver in dim outline. I pushed the barrel aside with
    my hand and said:

    "Don't!"

    He ejaculated sharply:

    "Your watch! Your money!"

    I said:

    "You can have them with pleasure--but take the pistol away from my face,
    please. It makes me shiver."

    "No remarks! Hand out your money!"

    "Certainly--I--"

    "Put up your hands! Don't you go for a weapon! Put 'em up! Higher!"

    I held them above my head.

    A pause. Then:

    "Are you going to hand out your money or not?"

    I dropped my hands to my pockets and said:

    Certainly! I--"

    "Put up your hands! Do you want your head blown off? Higher!"

    I put them above my head again.

    Another pause.

    Are you going to hand out your money or not? Ah-ah--again? Put up your
    hands! By George, you want the head shot off you awful bad!"

    "Well, friend, I'm trying my best to please you. You tell me to give up
    my money, and when I reach for it you tell me to put up my hands. If you
    would only--. Oh, now--don't! All six of you at me! That other man
    will get away while.--Now please take some of those revolvers out of my
    face--do, if you please! Every time one of them clicks, my liver comes
    up into my throat! If you have a mother--any of you--or if any of you
    have ever had a mother--or a--grandmother--or a--"

    "Cheese it! Will you give up your money, or have we got to--. There--
    there--none of that! Put up your hands!"

    "Gentlemen--I know you are gentlemen by your--"

    "Silence! If you want to be facetious, young man, there are times and
    places more fitting. This is a serious business."

    "You prick the marrow of my opinion. The funerals I have attended in my
    time were comedies compared to it. Now I think--"

    "Curse your palaver! Your money!--your money!--your money! Hold!--put
    up your hands!"

    "Gentlemen, listen to reason. You see how I am situated--now don't put
    those pistols so close--I smell the powder.

    "You see how I am situated. If I had four hands--so that I could hold up
    two and--"

    "Throttle him! Gag him! Kill him!"

    "Gentlemen, don't! Nobody's watching the other fellow. Why don't some
    of you--. Ouch! Take it away, please!

    "Gentlemen, you see that I've got to hold up my hands; and so I can't take
    out my money--but if you'll be so kind as to take it out for me, I will
    do as much for you some--"

    "Search him Beauregard--and stop his jaw with a bullet, quick, if he wags
    it again. Help Beauregard, Stonewall."

    Then three of them, with the small, spry leader, adjourned to Mike and
    fell to searching him. I was so excited that my lawless fancy tortured
    me to ask my two men all manner of facetious questions about their rebel
    brother-generals of the South, but, considering the order they had
    received, it was but common prudence to keep still. When everything had
    been taken from me,--watch, money, and a multitude of trifles of small
    value,--I supposed I was free, and forthwith put my cold hands into my
    empty pockets and began an inoffensive jig to warm my feet and stir up
    some latent courage--but instantly all pistols were at my head, and the
    order came again:

    They stood Mike up alongside of me, with strict orders to keep his hands
    above his head, too, and then the chief highwayman said:

    "Beauregard, hide behind that boulder; Phil Sheridan, you hide behind
    that other one; Stonewall Jackson, put yourself behind that sage-bush
    there. Keep your pistols bearing on these fellows, and if they take down
    their hands within ten minutes, or move a single peg, let them have it!"

    Then three disappeared in the gloom toward the several ambushes, and the
    other three disappeared down the road toward Virginia.

    It was depressingly still, and miserably cold. Now this whole thing was
    a practical joke, and the robbers were personal friends of ours in
    disguise, and twenty more lay hidden within ten feet of us during the
    whole operation, listening. Mike knew all this, and was in the joke, but
    I suspected nothing of it. To me it was most uncomfortably genuine.
    When we had stood there in the middle of the road five minutes, like a
    couple of idiots, with our hands aloft, freezing to death by inches,
    Mike's interest in the joke began to wane. He said:

    "The time's up, now, aint it?"

    "No, you keep still. Do you want to take any chances with these bloody
    savages?"

    Presently Mike said:

    "Now the time's up, anyway. I'm freezing."

    "Well freeze. Better freeze than carry your brains home in a basket.
    Maybe the time is up, but how do we know?--got no watch to tell by.
    I mean to give them good measure. I calculate to stand here fifteen
    minutes or die. Don't you move."

    So, without knowing it, I was making one joker very sick of his contract.
    When we took our arms down at last, they were aching with cold and
    fatigue, and when we went sneaking off, the dread I was in that the time
    might not yet be up and that we would feel bullets in a moment, was not
    sufficient to draw all my attention from the misery that racked my
    stiffened body.

    The joke of these highwayman friends of ours was mainly a joke upon
    themselves; for they had waited for me on the cold hill-top two full
    hours before I came, and there was very little fun in that; they were so
    chilled that it took them a couple of weeks to get warm again. Moreover,
    I never had a thought that they would kill me to get money which it was
    so perfectly easy to get without any such folly, and so they did not
    really frighten me bad enough to make their enjoyment worth the trouble
    they had taken. I was only afraid that their weapons would go off
    accidentally. Their very numbers inspired me with confidence that no
    blood would be intentionally spilled. They were not smart; they ought to
    have sent only one highwayman, with a double-barrelled shot gun, if they
    desired to see the author of this volume climb a tree.

    However, I suppose that in the long run I got the largest share of the
    joke at last; and in a shape not foreseen by the highwaymen; for the
    chilly exposure on the "divide" while I was in a perspiration gave me a
    cold which developed itself into a troublesome disease and kept my hands
    idle some three months, besides costing me quite a sum in doctor's bills.
    Since then I play no practical jokes on people and generally lose my
    temper when one is played upon me.

    When I returned to San Francisco I projected a pleasure journey to Japan
    and thence westward around the world; but a desire to see home again
    changed my mind, and I took a berth in the steamship, bade good-bye to
    the friendliest land and livest, heartiest community on our continent,
    and came by the way of the Isthmus to New York--a trip that was not much
    of a pic-nic excursion, for the cholera broke out among us on the passage
    and we buried two or three bodies at sea every day. I found home a
    dreary place after my long absence; for half the children I had known
    were now wearing whiskers or waterfalls, and few of the grown people I
    had been acquainted with remained at their hearthstones prosperous and
    happy--some of them had wandered to other scenes, some were in jail, and
    the rest had been hanged. These changes touched me deeply, and I went
    away and joined the famous Quaker City European Excursion and carried my
    tears to foreign lands.

    Thus, after seven years of vicissitudes, ended a "pleasure trip" to the
    silver mines of Nevada which had originally been intended to occupy only
    three months. However, I usually miss my calculations further than that.

    MORAL.

    If the reader thinks he is done, now, and that this book has no moral to
    it, he is in error. The moral of it is this: If you are of any account,
    stay at home and make your way by faithful diligence; but if you are "no
    account," go away from home, and then you will have to work, whether you
    want to or not. Thus you become a blessing to your friends by ceasing to
    be a nuisance to them--if the people you go among suffer by the
    operation.
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