“Faith, if that is the case,” muttered Mike, “it might just as well have remained in the pit, for I don’t see what good it will do us.”

We succeeded in explaining to the capricious gentleman what we intended to do, and pacified him by promising that he should have his share in ready money before night, if he desired it; and I will do Mike the justice of saying that he did, most emphatically, and other men would have acted in the same way.

By the time that we had concluded to deposit our treasure at the government office, considerable of a crowd had collected in the vicinity of our claim, and was admiring the nugget, and wishing, with all their hearts, that it belonged to them, and that they could be so fortunate.  We even began to receive proposals for our claim, and prices were offered that we never dreamed of asking.

“Now is the time to sell,” whispered our tempter, in the shape of the policeman.

“Don’t dispose of the mine for any consideration,” cried Mike; “I’m sartin that I know where another nugget is hid, and I’ll have him out, by the blessing of St. Patrick.”

“Sell while the excitement lasts,” continued the tempter; “I never knew of two nuggets being found close together.”

“It’s our fortunes we’ll make out of the mine,” Mike exclaimed.  “I’ll go back to Ireland, buy land, and be called ‘the squire,’ and drink buttermilk twice a day, and ate paraties every meal.  I’ll have a still of me own, and make the real poteen whiskey, and drink punch, instead of water, and smoke ’bacca, instead of cabbage leaves.  Won’t I keep open house, and none shall be more welcome than an Australian miner!”

“Will you have a pig?” asked some one in the crowd.

“A pig!” repeated Mike, with intense scorn; “I’ll have a dozen of them, and each one shall be fatter than ye.”

A roar of laughter followed Mike’s sally, and the questioner, who thought that he could ridicule the honest Hibernian, instantly subsided, and was seen no more.

We intended to send to the store for the purpose of getting a stout bucket, into which we could put our nugget and carry it to the office; but Mike would not listen to the suggestion for a moment.  He shouldered the precious lump of gold, and marched through the streets, as proud of his charge as though the whole of it belonged to him, and he knew where he could get another just like it.

A crowd of miners followed at our heels, and such a mixture of tongues was never heard, except at the construction of the tower of Babal.

Followed by this motley crew, we passed along the streets, amidst shouts and congratulations, until we gained the government reception office.

“There,” cried Mike, throwing down his load upon the counter of the office, much to the astonishment of the clerks; “plase weigh that, and see how much it comes to, for I want me quarterings.”

The clerks did not comprehend his words, although they did understand the meaning of his action; and while a couple of police officers, who were stationed at the building, drove from the room all those not interested in the matter, we watched the large scales that were to tell us to a farthing how much the nugget was worth.