"So this is Murphy's?" said Ben, rather disappointed. "It doesn't
seem to be much of a place."
"You didn't expect to see a regular town, did you?" asked Bradley.
"I don't know. I hardly knew what to expect. It seems a rough
place."
"And I suppose the people seem rough, too?"
"Yes."
"So they are in appearance; but you can't tell what a man has been,
by his looks here. Why, the man that worked the next claim to me was
a college graduate, and not far away was another who had been mayor
of a Western city."
"And were they dressed like these men here?" asked Ben.
"Quite as roughly. It won't do to wear store-clothes at the mines."
"No, I suppose not; but these men look like immigrants just come
over."
Bradley laughed.
"Wait till we have been at work a little while, and we shall look no
better," he said, laughing.
"What is that?" asked Ben suddenly, stopping short while an
expression of horror came over his face.
Bradley followed the direction of his finger, and saw suspended from
a tree the inanimate body of a man, the features livid and
distorted, and wearing an expression of terror and dismay, as if his
fate had come upon him without time for preparation.
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