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"Why, my dear Raydon," cried Mr Gunson, merrily, "what moles we all are, and how things shape themselves without our help! I find that in my wild thirst for gold I have been acting as your good genii."

"How?" said Mr Raydon.

"By bringing Mayne and you closer together than you would ever have been without this mistake. See what I have done for you too, in clearing the valley of this horrible gold!" he cried, merrily.

"But you've ruined the estate I was to have had," said Mr John. "My brother and I went down and had a look at it, and it is one horrible black desert."

"Pish, man!" cried Gunson; "may work for the best."

"What!" cried Mr John; "are you mad?"

"No, sir. Never more sane; for the gold mania has gone. That vale was grand with its mighty trees, but it was the work of a generation to clear that forest. Through me, that place was swept clean in a couple of days."

"Clean?" said Mr John, dolefully.

"Yes; and the ground covered with the rich, fertilising ashes of the forest. Raydon, what will that place be in a year?"

"Green again; and in two years, when the black stumps are demolished, far more beautiful and suitable for settlement than it was before. He is quite right, John; it is a blessing for us in disguise."

"Humph!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr John; and Mrs John shook her head sadly.

"I do not like disguises," she said; "and I grieve for those lovely pyramidal trees."

"Trees enough and to spare everywhere," said Mr Raydon. "Don't be afraid; you shall have a lovely home--eh, Mayne? I think we can manage that. There, Gunson, the sooner the better. Let's have a happy settlement there, and no more gold."

CHAPTER FIFTY SIX.

THE GOLDEN HARVEST.

In a year from that time there was not a single gold-digger left in the neighbourhood, for the news of fresh discoveries further north had drawn them all away, and Nature soon hid the untidy spots they had made in Golden Valley with their camps. Gunson had no hesitation in selecting the black valley for his farm, where, in a wonderfully short s.p.a.ce of time, patches of green began to appear; while Mrs John, in perfect faith that the place would soon recover, herself picked out the spot at the entrance of the burned valley, close by a waterfall, and was more contented by the fact that several magnificent pines were left standing by the fire, which at starting had not extended so far. Here a delightful little cottage was built almost in Swiss fas.h.i.+on, the men from the Fort helping eagerly to prepare a home for one who, by her gentleness, had quickly won a place in their esteem, without counting the fact that she was their chief officer's sister.

In a very short time this was surrounded by a garden, in which Mr John spent the greater part of his time, planting flowers that his wife loved, while Esau and I had our shares of the gold invested in land bought by acting under Mr Raydon's advice, ready for our working at some future time, for then we were busy helping the Dempsters and Gunson, making plans and improvements.

How we all worked! and what delightful days those were, the more so that in due time there came to our friend's home a sweet-looking, grey-haired lady with a patient, rather pinched aspect, and a grave, handsome woman, whom I knew at once for Gunson's sister; but I was rather puzzled when I heard that their names were Mrs and Miss Effingham.

"My name, Mayne, my lad," said the prospector, "when I was a gentleman, and now I take it once again."

Those two ladies looked scared and sad till they saw Mrs John, and then a change seemed to come over them, such as I had seen in Gunson--I mean Effingham--as he listened to Mr Raydon's words.

In a week Mrs Effingham was ready for me with a smile, and Miss Effingham was singing about the place while I helped her plan a garden for the alpine flowers we collected.

Yes: that soon became a happy valley, where there was always some new pleasure of a simple kind--the arrival of boxes of seeds, or packages of fruit-trees from England, implements for the farming--endless things that civilisation asks for.

Then Esau developed into a wonderful carpenter, after instructions from Grey at the Fort; and from carpentering blossomed into cabinet-making.

Every one was busy, and as for Quong, he quite settled down as cook in general, baker, and useful hand, confiding to me that he did not mean to go back to China till he died.

"This velly nice place, sah. No sabbee more ploper place. Quong velly happy, sah. You like cup flesh tea?"

He always offered me that whenever I went near him, and I think his feelings were those of every one there. For it was a pleasant sight to see Mr and Mrs John in their garden, which was half Nature-made when they began, and grew in beauty as the years rolled on, though they had formidable compet.i.tors up at the farm.

"Yes," said Mr Effingham one day as I stood with him and Mr Raydon in the big barn--that big barn built of Douglas pine planks, cut down by Esau and me, sawn in our own mill turned by the beautiful stream--a mill erected with Mr Raydon's help. "Yes," he said, as he thrust his hand into a sack, and let the contents trickle back; "that's as good wheat as they grow in England. You were right, old fellow. Do you hear, Mayne?

These are the real golden grains, and the best that man can find."

THE END.