But these invaders proved to be white men; a large party of miners going toward Pike's Peak, by wagon instead of by the new railroad.
I threw myself on their protection.

They had routed out the savages, and now took possession of their camping-ground.

I passed a peaceful night; except that my dreams were disturbed by visions of Pocahontas.
In the morning my new friends proposed that I should join their party, and try my luck in the mining regions; they were positive that each would find more gold than he knew what to do with.
"Then you can go home and marry some pretty girl, my boy," said one friendly fellow, slapping me on the shoulder.
"Never," I murmured.

"I have no object in life, save one." "And what is that, my young friend ?" "To go where there never has been nor never will be a woman." "Good! the mines will be just the place then.

None of the fair sex there, my boy.