Anderson sang that song of his, and Schwartz told us of the placers he had worked.

He and Simpson had made a pretty good clean-up, just enough to make them want to get rich.

The first day out Simpson showed us a belt with about an hundred ounces of dust.

This he got tired of wearing, so he kept it in a compass-box, which was empty.
At the end of the four days we turned in at a deep bay and came to anchor.

The country was the usual proposition--very light-brown, brittle-looking mountains, about two thousand feet high; lots of sage and cactus, a pebbly beach, and not a sign of anything fresh and green.
But Denton and I were mighty glad to see any sort of land.