198 Audubon s Western Journal 



was a very handsome young fellow, I should judge 

 from Virginia, with a profusion of half curling 

 light hair and deep grey eyes. Suddenly he rose, 

 looked about him, and said in a quivering voice: 

 "Well, I came here to make my fortune, I've made 

 it, there it is, but. Oh God, how can I face my 

 mother." He burst into tears and dashed from 

 the room, which for an instant was in absolute 

 stillness. Two men came up, spoke to the banker 

 [?] in low tones, swept the gold into two canvas 

 bags and followed the youth, or so I presume. 



