Many a time I've known a man, called Jack or Tom among the diggers, and never thought of as anything else, working like them, drinking and taking his pleasure and dressing like them, till he made his pile or died, or something, and then it turned out he was the Honourable Mr.So-and-So, Captain This, or Major That;perhaps the Reverend Somebody -- though that didn't happen often.
We were all the more contented, though, when we heard the row of the cradles and the clang and bang of the stampers in the quartz-crushing batteries again, and saw the big crowd moving up and down like a hill of ants, the same as when we'd left Turon last.As soon as we got into the main street we parted.Jim and I touched our hats and said good-bye to Starlight and the other two, who went away to the crack hotel.We went and made a camp down by the creek, so that we might turn to and peg out a claim, or buy out a couple of shares, first thing in the morning.
Except the Hollow it was the safest place in the whole country just now, as we could hear that every week fresh people were pouring in from all the other colonies, and every part of the world.
The police on the diggings had their own work pretty well cut out for them, what with old hands from Van Diemen's Land, Californians --and, you may bet, roughs and rascals from every place under the sun.
Besides, we wanted to see for ourselves how the thing was done, and pick up a few wrinkles that might come in handy afterwards.
Our dodge was to take a few notes with us, and buy into a claim -- one here, one there -- not to keep together for fear of consequences.
If we worked and kept steady at it, in a place where there were thousands of strangers of all kinds, it would take the devil himself to pick us out of such a queer, bubbling, noisy, mixed-up pot of hell-broth.
Things couldn't have dropped in more lucky for us than they did.
In this way.Starlight was asked by the two swells to join them, because they wanted to do a bit of digging, just for the fun of it;and he made out he'd just come from Melbourne, and hadn't been six months longer in the country than they had.Of course he was sunburnt a bit.
He got that in India, he said.My word! they played just into his hand, and he did the new-chum swell all to pieces, and so that natural no one could have picked him out from them.He dressed like them, talked like them, and never let slip a word except about shooting in England, hunting in America and India, besides gammoning to be as green about all Australian ways as if he'd never seen a gum tree before.
They took up a claim, and bought a tent.Then they got a wages-man to help them, and all four used to work like niggers.
The crowd christened them `The Three Honourables', and used to have great fun watching them working away in their jerseys, and handling their picks and shovels like men.Starlight used to drawl just like the other two, and asked questions about the colony;and walk about with them on Sundays and holidays in fashionable cut clothes.
He'd brought money, too, and paid his share of the expenses, and something over.It was a great sight to see at night, and people said like nothing else in the world just then.
Every one turned out for an hour or two at night, and then was the time to see the Turon in its glory.Big, sunburnt men, with beards, and red silk sashes round their waists, with a sheath-knife and revolvers mostly stuck in them, and broad-leaved felt hats on.There were Californians, then foreigners of all sorts -- Frenchmen, Italians, Germans, Spaniards, Greeks, Negroes, Indians, Chinamen.They were a droll, strange, fierce-looking crowd.There weren't many women at first, but they came pretty thick after a bit.A couple of theatres were open, a circus, hotels with lots of plate-glass windows and splendid bars, all lighted up, and the front of them, anyhow, as handsome at first sight as Sydney or Melbourne.Drapers and grocers, ironmongers, general stores, butchers and bakers, all kept open until midnight, and every place was lighted up as clear as day.It was like a fairy-story place, Jim said; he was as pleased as a child with the glitter and show and strangeness of it all.Nobody was poor, everybody was well dressed, and had money to spend, from the children upwards.
Liquor seemed running from morning to night, as if there were creeks of it;all the same there was very little drunkenness and quarrelling.
The police kept good order, and the miners were their own police mostly, and didn't seem to want keeping right.We always expected the miners to be a disorderly, rough set of people -- it was quite the other way.