EBOOK THE STORY OF A MINE ***
Produced by Donald Lainson and An Anonymous Volunteer
THE STORY OF A MINE
By Bret Har
UDO BRACHVOGEL, Esq.,
Whose clever translations of my writings have helped to introduce me
to the favor of his countrymen, both here and in Germany, this little
volume is heartily dedicated.
BRET HARTE.
New York, December, 1877.
THE STORY OF A MINE
PART--I.
CHAPTER I
WHO SOUGHT IT
It was a steep trail leading over the Monterey Coast Range. Concho was
very tired, Concho was very dusty, Concho was very much disgusted.
To Concho's mind there was but one relief for these insurmountable
difficulties, and that lay in a leathern bottle slung over the machillas
of his saddle. Concho raised the bottle to his lips, took a long
draught, made a wry face, and ejaculated:
"Carajo!"
It appeared that the bottle did not contain aguardiente, but had lately
been filled in a tavern near Tres Pinos by an Irishman who sold had
American whisky under that pleasing Castilian title.
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