The Mate of the Vancouver — page 132: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

- Ee r ce 4 PAS ea 120 THE MATE OF THE VANCOUVER. he was kicked in the strugple between Will and myself. The rest of the summer—and a beautiful season it was in the wooded mountains—was. spent in very unsuccessful prospecting. For one thing, after our success Mac had taken to prospecting for pockets; and if gold-mining be like gambling as a general rule, that is almost pure chance. Once or twice he was in high spirits at good indications, but on following them up we were invariably dis- appointed, and we had to start again. August and September passed, and the higher summits above us were already white with snow, which fell on us in the lower valleys as rain. In October there was a cessation of bad weather for a time, and Mac promised himself -a long fall season, but at the end of it we woke one morning to find a foot of snow on our very camping ground. “We shall have to get up and get,” said I cheerfully, for I was glad of it. CoOOoOOoK