How quickly men change to be sure!  A man who at one time would “steal the shirt off a dead black-fellow,” in a few short months is complaining of the taste of his wine or the fit of his patent-leather boots.  Dame Fortune was good to some, but to us, like many others, she turned a deaf ear, and after many weeks’ toil we had to give up the battle, for neither food, money, nor gold had we.  All I possessed was the pony, and from that old friend I could not part.  The fruits of our labours, or I should say my share in them, I sent home in a letter, and the few pin’s-heads of gold so sent did not necessitate any extra postage.  Weary and toil-worn we returned to Coolgardie, and the partners of some rather remarkable experiences split company, and went each his own way.

It is several years since I have seen Mr. Davies; but I believe Fortune’s wheel turned round for him at length, and that now he enjoys the rest that his years and toils entitle him to.  I have many kindly recollections of our camping days together, and of the numerous yarns my mate used to spin of his palmy days as a Queensland squatter.

CHAPTER III

A MINER ON BAYLEY’S

Returned from the rush, I made my way to Bayley’s to seek employment for my pony and his master.  Nor did I seek in vain, for I was duly entered on the pay-sheet as “surface hand” at 3 pounds 10 shillings per week, with water at the rate of one gallon per day.  Here I first made the acquaintance of Godfrey Massie, a cousin of the Brownes, who, like me, had been forced by want of luck to work for wages, and who, by the way, had carried his “swag” on his back from York to the goldfields, a distance of nearly 300 miles.  He and I were the first amateurs to get a job on the great Reward Claim, though subsequently it became a regular harbour of refuge for young men crowded out from the banks and offices of Sydney and Melbourne.  Nothing but a fabulously rich mine could have stood the tinkering of so many unprofessional miners.  It speaks well for the kindness of heart of those at the head of the management of the mine that they were willing to trust the unearthing of so much treasure to the hands of boys unused to manual work, or to work of any kind in a great many cases.

How rich the mine was, may be judged from the fact that for the first few months the enormous production of gold from it was due to the labours of three of the shareholders, assisted by only two other men.  The following letter from Mr. Everard Browne to Lord Douglas gives some idea of what the yield was at the time that I went there to work:—­

“I am just taking 4,200 oz, over to Melbourne from our reef (Bayley’s).  This makes 10,000 oz. we have brought down from our reef without a battery, or machinery equal to treating 200 lbs. of stone per day; that is a bit of a record for you!  We have got water in our shaft at 137 feet, enough to run a battery, and we shall have one on the ground in three months’ time or under, Egan dollied out 1,000 oz, in a little over two months, before I came down, from his reef; and Cashman dollied 700 oz. out of his in about three weeks and had one stone 10 lbs. weight with 9 lbs. of gold in it, so we are not the only successful reefers since you left.  I hope you will soon be with us again.