CHAPTER IX.

IN SEARCH OF GOLD

“Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.” SHAKESPEARE.

“A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye, And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky.” THOMSON.

We landed at last, and telling the man to wait for us, we started off to make our first call. We were all fairly well dressed, though for my own