الفصل الفصل 39 · BOOK III CHAPTER XIII

Next morning bright and early found me at the side-door, and the tall man

admitted me. I slipped a ten-dollar gold piece into his palm, and

presently found myself waiting at the yet unopened wicket. Outside I

could see the big crowd gathering for their weary wait. I felt a

sneaking sense of meanness, but I did not have long to enjoy my

despicable sensations.

The recording clerk came to the wicket. He was very red-faced and

watery-eyed. Involuntarily I turned my head away at the reek of his

breath.

"I want to record eight below on Ophir," I said.

He looked at me curiously. He hesitated.

"What name?" he asked.

I gave it. He turned up his book.

"Eight below, you say. Why, that's already recorded."

"Can't be," I retorted. "I just got down from there yesterday after

planting my stakes."

"Can't help it. It's recorded by some one else, recorded early

yesterday."

"Look here," I exclaimed; "what kind of a game are you putting up on me?

I tell you I was the first on the ground. I alone staked the claim."

"That's strange," he said. "There must be some mistake. Anyway, you'll

have to move on and let the others get up to the wicket. You're

blocking the way. All I can do is to look into the matter for you, and

I've got no time now. Come back to-morrow. Next, please."

The next man pushed me aside, and there I stood, gaping and gasping. A

man in the waiting line looked at me pityingly.

"It's no use, young fellow; you'd better make up your mind to lose that

claim. They'll flim-flam you out of it somehow. They've sent some one

out now to stake over you. If you kick, they'll say you didn't stake

proper."

"But I have witnesses."

"It don't matter if you call the Angel Gabriel to witness, they're going

to grab your claim. Them government officials is the crookedest bunch

that ever made fuel for hell-fire. You won't get a square deal; they're

going to get the fat anyhow. They've got the best claims spotted, an'

men posted to jump them at the first chance. Oh, they're feathering

their nests all right. They're like a lot of greedy pike just waiting to

gobble down all they can. A man can't buy wine at twenty dollars per,

and make dance-hall Flossies presents of diamond tararas on a government

salary. That's what a lot of them are doing. Wine and women, and their

wives an' daughters outside thinkin' they're little tin gods. Somehow

they've got to foot the bill. Oh, it's a great country."

I was stunned with disappointment.

"What you want," he continued, "is to get a pull with some of the

officials. Why, there's friends of mine don't need to go out of town to

stake a claim. Only the other day a certain party known to me, went

to--well, I mustn't mention names, anyway, he's high up in the

government, and a friend of Quebec Suzanne's,--and says to him,'I want

you to get number so and so on Hunker recorded for me. Of course I

haven't been able to get out there, but--'

"The government bug puts his hands to his ears. 'Don't give me any

unnecessary information,' he says; 'you want so and so recorded, Sam.

Well, that's all right. I'll fix it.'

"That was all there was to it, and when next day a man comes in

post-haste claiming to have staked it, it was there recorded in Sam's

name. Get a stand-in, young fellow."

"But surely," I said, "somehow, somewhere there must be justice. Surely

if these facts were represented at Ottawa and proof forthcoming----"

"Ottawa!" He gave a sniffing laugh. "Ottawa! Why, it's some of the big

guns at Ottawa that's gettin' the cream of it all. The little fellows

are just lapping up the drips. Look at them big concessions they're

selling for a song, good placer ground that would mean pie to the poor

miner, closed tight and everlastingly tied up. How is it done? Why,

there's some politician at the bottom of the whole business. Look at the

liquor permits--crude alcohol sent into the country by the thousand

gallons, diluted to six times its bulk, and sold to the poor prospector

for whisky at a dollar a drink. An' you can't pour your own drinks at

that."

"Well," I said, "I'm not going to be cheated out of my claim. If I've

got to move Heaven and earth----"

"You'll do nothing of the kind. If you get sassy there's the police to

put the lid on you. You can talk till you're purple round the gills. It

won't cut no figure. They've got us all cinched. We've just got to take

our medicine. It's no use goin' round bellyaching. You'd better go away

and sit down."

And I did.