To this intent he started with a company of some twenty men--white or black or middle-colored (according to circumstances).

He was their captain, and his son Elijah their lieutenant.

Elijah had only been married for a fortnight, but was full of spirit, and eager to fight with enemies; and he seems to have carried this too far; for all that came back to his poor bride was a lock of his hair and his blessing.

He was buried in a bed of lava on the western slope of Shasta, and his wife died in her confinement, and was buried by the Blue River.
It was said at the time and long afterward that Elijah Gundry--thus cut short--was the finest and noblest young man to be found from the mountains to the ocean.

His father, in whose arms he died, led a sad and lonely life for years, and scarcely even cared (although of Cornish and New England race) to seize the glorious chance of wealth which lay at his feet beseeching him.