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Collection: Books and Periodicals

The Experiences of a 49er by Charles Ferguson (1888) (546 pages)

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DETERMINES TO RETURN. 4S7 was my adopted home, and there I would be likely to spend the remainder of my days. She wrote in reply that she had always hoped to see me once more; how disappointed she was; and at the close bade me a final farewell in this world, and hoped to meet me in the next, where partings never come. Now, according to the old orthodox theory, there are two distinct countries in the hereafter to which weary pilgrims of this world are said to be traveling, and having been so long separated and so far away from my sister, and not being sure that the track I had taken would lead me to her celestial abode, I concluded I would go home and ascertain the track she is on and the route she is takings that we might mutually consider and determine in our minds touching the probabilities of a near neighborly existence in the world of spirits. Upon finishing the letter I said to some friends present, ‘I am going to America.” “Going where?” said three or fourat once. ‘‘ToAmerica,” TI answered. ‘‘O, yes, we see you going; you have been going so many times.” “But I am going this time,” said I. “We will believe it when we see you start.” ‘Well, that will be soon,” I said. I got onto my horse and went to Barnesdale, and began to make arrangements for being absent some time. This was no uncommon thing for me, and not much notice was taken of it until someone asked where Ferguson was going this time. On being informed, no one would believe it. I had made three attempts before and failed. This time I was determined to go or give it up forever. Then I knew if Idid not go I would never hear the last of it from my friends. This was on Tuesday,