The Gold Rush Page #3

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But he was too happy to speak.

All that mattered|was Georgia was there. Georgia!

So he muttered and stuttered|and finally said,

"I can't make a speech|but I'll do a dance."

And a dance he did, with the rolls.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And days of auld lang syne

For auld lang syne|My dear

For auld lang...

In the midst of all their revelry|the vague memory

of a promise crept|into Georgia's mind.

"Let's go up and visit|the Little Fellow," she said.

"We'll have some fun|with him," said Jack.

"We'll send Georgia in first,|then give him a scare."

"Oh, forget it," said Jack.

"How about giving me|a little attention?"

A day or so later|in the Recorder's office,

Big Jim tried to convince|the assayers

that he had a mountain of gold.

"Where is this place?" they said.

But Big Jim's memory|had failed him.

All he knew was|that it was near the cabin.

"The cabin, that's it!"

"F I could find my way to the cabin|I could find the mine."

"But I can't remember."

"Hey!" said Jack,|"Georgia's been looking for you."

The Little Fellow knew otherwise.

How dare that cad mention|her name so lightly?

For two pins|he'd give him another thrashing.

However being a little underweight|he would ignore the insult.

But it was true.|Georgia had been looking for him.

Georgia had written him a letter.

And as he went looking for Georgia,|so Big Jim went looking for him.

"You, you!" said Big Jim.

"You! The very man|I've been looking for!"

"The cabin, the cabin! Where is it?"

"Answer me, I say!"

"Can't you speak, man? Tell me!"

"Where's the cabin? Where is it?"

"At last I shall find|my mountain of gold."

"To your feet man, quick!"

"You're coming with me!"

"Take me to the cabin|and I'll make you a millionaire!"

"Georgia! Just a moment,"|said the Little Fellow.

"Georgia, you don't have to explain.|I understand."

"I love you.|I'll take you away from this life."

"I'm going away, and when I return,"

"I shall come back."

Exhausted and footweary,|they arrived at the cabin.

"Ah!" said Big Jim,|"it won't be long now."

"Bring in the eats and tomorrow|we'll start for the mine.

"Here, take a swig of this.|It'll put hair on your topcoat."

"My, this is a heavy lamb chop,"|said the Little fellow.

Then fate - it's always fate -|played its little joke,

and again the elements laughed,|roared and thundered,

but through it all|our heroes soundly slumbered.

Then came the dawn.

The Little Fellow awoke,

blissfully ignorant|of what happened the night before,

but feeling definitely conscious|of "the morning after".

"Oh well, may as well tidy up|and get breakfast."

"This is the worst liver attack|I've ever had."

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