The pool of St Branok

"I never sit down and accept defeat," he told me vehemently. "We were meant for each other. Never forget that."

"It is foolish to talk in this way."

"It is truthful. I love you. I want you. One day we shall be together."

As he spoke he picked up a handful of earth and let it slip through his fingers. "I'll find what I seek in this land," he went on. "And one day you and I will be together."

I said: "We must go back now. I don't want to leave Morwenna too long. Look at your hands. What do you expect, playing with the soil like that?"

He looked towards the creek and said: "I'll wash them in there."

I watched him, as he knelt by the creek, and I tried hard to subdue the disturbance he had created in me.

He was right. I loved him. I knew that full well now. I doubted his faults were any less than those of Gervaise; but his would be the faults of strength; Gervaise's those of weakness. Gervaise acted not because he wanted to but because the weakness in him made him submit to his obsession; Ben acted through strength and the certainty that the world was made for him. What was there to choose? From a point of morality ... nothing. It was a matter of strength and weakness. But what sense was there in making comparisons? Love came without being bidden. One did not really love for that sort of reason.

He was a long time at the creek. I saw him dabbling his hands in the water. I rose and, going to my horse, untethered it and mounted. I must get back to Morwenna.

He seemed reluctant to leave the creek.

"I'm going now," I called.

He rubbed his hands on his coat as he turned.

He was very quiet and seemed to be deep in thought as we rode back to the house.

He is regretting his outspokenness, I thought. He is realizing that he should never have said what he did.

I was glad he had, though. It was a warning to me. In view of those feelings he had expressed for me and mine for him, I should have to take care.

The next day there was excitement throughout the township.

One-Eye Thompson and Tom Cassidy had found gold—not just a speck or two but the real thing.

One-Eye—so called for obvious reasons, but no one seemed to know how he had lost his right eye—was a man who did not mingle very much with his fellows. He lived in a shack which he shared with his partner, Tom Cassidy; they were usually a taciturn pair, and they were rarely at the saloon unless it was to drink a mug of ale and then depart immediately afterwards.

They had worked steadily and, until this time, without success.

The news spread rapidly. If someone had found gold in any quantity it could mean that there were still rich alluvial deposits in the neighborhood. Hope ran like a fire through the settlement.

One-Eye had little to say but Cassidy could not contain his joy.

"It's come at last," he said. "We're made. Soon it will be Home for us ... millionaires."

Feverishly they worked raising the wash-dirt from the bottom of their shaft, then taking it to the stream to be panned ... that the dross might be separated from the precious gold.

Everyone was talking of One-Eye's and Cassidy's luck. There was no other topic of conversation.

For three days they worked furiously turning out the gold. But it did not last. It ceased as suddenly as it had begun.

"Never mind," said Cassidy. "Our fortunes are made."

It was going to be Home for them.

The gold was in bags ready to be taken to Melbourne. There it would be valued; and there was no doubt that they had become rich men overnight.

As was the custom when anyone, as they said, "struck it rich," there was a celebration throughout the town.

The successful partners would be hosts to the entire community. There would be a roasted sheep; it would be out-of-doors. There would be dancing and singing for when one man experienced such luck it stressed the fact that this could happen to any of them. It was the whole meaning of the life; it brought fresh optimism to the site for everyone knew that if someone had found leads to a "jeweler's shop" there must be others.

"Gold will be as plentiful as it had been in fifty-one," they said. "It is just that it is farther down and more difficult to find."

I remember that occasion well. The excitement was intense. It was impossible not to be part of it. Even One-Eye expressed his jubilation; Cassidy was obviously in a state of bliss.

Gervaise was delighted. "Theirs today and ours tomorrow," he said. "Soon we'll be out of this place. There's gold there. You can smell it."

"I have a feeling that we shall soon be lucky," said Justin.

"Everyone has that feeling," I told them. "I only hope it is true."

The heat of the day was over; the night was pleasantly warm and the stars brilliant in the velvety sky ... the Southern Cross to remind us that we were far from home. Fires were lighted for roasting the meat. Dampers were cooking in the ashes. It seemed that everyone in the town was assembled.