jeff graham was an argonaut who crossed the plains in 1849, while he was yet in his teens, and settling in california, made it his permanent home. when he left independence, mo., with the train, his parents and one sister were his companions, but all of them were buried on the prairie, and their loss robbed him of the desire ever to return to the east. hostile indians, storm, cold, heat, privation, and suffering were the causes of their taking off, as they have been of hundreds who undertook the long journey to the pacific coast in quest of gold.

jeff spent several years in the diggings, and after varying fortune, made a strike, which yielded him sufficient to make him comfortable for the rest of his days. he never married, and the income from his investments was all and, indeed, more than he needed to secure him against want.

he was now past threescore, grizzled, somewhat stoop-shouldered, but robust, rugged, strong, and, in his way, happy. his dress varied slightly with the changes of the seasons, consisting of an old slouch hat, a red shirt, coarse trousers tucked in the tops of his heavy boots, and a black neckerchief with dangling ends. he had never been addicted to drink, and his only indulgence was his brierwood pipe, which was his almost inseparable companion. his trousers were secured at the waist by a strong leathern belt, and when he wore a coat in cold weather he generally had a revolver at his hip, but the weapon had not been discharged in years.

there were two members of that overland train whom jeff never forgot. they were young children, roswell and edith palmer, who lost both of their parents within five years after reaching the coast. jeff proved the friend in need, and no father could have been kinder to the orphans, who were ten and twelve years younger than he.

roswell palmer was now married, with a son named for himself, while his sister, mrs. mansley, had been a widow a long time, and she, too, had an only son, frank, who was a few months older than his cousin. the boys had received a good common-school education, but their parents were too poor to send them to college. jeff would have offered to help but for his prejudice against all colleges. the small wages which the lads received as clerks in a leading dry-goods house were needed by their parents, and the youths, active, lusty, and ambitious, had settled down to the career of merchants, with the hoped-for reward a long, long way in the future.

one evening late in march, 1897, jeff opened the door of mr. palmer's modest home, near the northern suburb of san francisco, and with his pipe between his lips, sat down in the chair to which he was always welcome. in truth, the chair was considered his, and no one would have thought of occupying it when he was present. as he slowly puffed his pipe he swayed gently backward and forward, his slouch hat on the floor beside him, and his long, straggling hair dangling about his shoulders, while his heavy beard came almost to his eyes.

it was so late that the wife had long since cleared away the dishes from the table, and sat at one side of the room sewing by the lamp. the husband was reading a paper, but laid it aside when jeff entered, always glad to talk with their quaint visitor, to whom he and his family were bound by warm ties of gratitude.

jeff smoked a minute or two in silence, after greeting his friends, and the humping of his massive shoulders showed that he was laughing, though he gave forth no sound.

"what pleases you, jeff?" asked mr. palmer, smiling in sympathy, while the wife looked at their caller in mild surprise.

"i've heerd it said that a burned child dreads the fire, but i don't b'lieve it. after he's burnt he goes back agin and gits burnt over. why is it, after them explorers that are trying to find the north pole no sooner git home and thawed out than they're crazy to go back agin! look at peary. you'd think he had enough, but he's at it once more, and will keep at it after he finds the pole—that is, if he ever does find it. nansen, too, he'll be like a fish out of water till he's climbing the icebergs agin."

and once more the huge shoulders bobbed up and down. his friends knew this was meant to serve as an introduction to something else that was on jeff's mind, and they smilingly waited for it to come.

"it's over forty years since i roughed it in the diggings, starving, fighting injins, and getting tough," continued the old minor musingly. "after i struck it purty fair i quit; but i never told you how many times the longing has come over me so strong that it was all i could do to stick at home and not make a fool of myself."

"but that was in your younger days," replied his friend; "you have had nothing of the kind for a good while."

jeff took his pipe from the network of beard that enclosed his lips, and turned his bright, gray eyes upon the husband and wife who were looking curiously at him. they knew by the movement of the beard at the corners of the invisible mouth that he was smiling.

"there's the joke. it's come over me so strong inside the last week, that i've made up my mind to start out on a hunt for gold. what do you think of that, eh?"

and restoring his pipe to his lips, he leaned back and rocked his chair with more vigor than before, while he looked fixedly into the faces of his friends.

jeff.

jeff.

"jeff, you can't be in earnest; you are past threescore—"

"sixty-four last month," he interrupted; "let's git it right."

"and you are in no need of money; besides it is a hard matter to find any place in california where it is worth your while—"

"but it ain't californy," he broke in again; "it's the klondike country. no use of talking," he added with warmth, "there's richer deposits in alaska and that part of the world than was ever found hereabouts. i've got a friend, tim mccabe, at juneau; he's been through the klondike country, and writes me there's no mistake about it; he wants me to join him. i'm going to do it, and your boy roswell and his cousin frank are to go with me. oh, it's all settled," said jeff airily; "the only question is how soon you can git him ready. a day oughter be enough."

the husband and wife looked at each other in astonishment. they had not dreamed of anything like this; but if the truth were told, mr. palmer had been so wrought up by the wonderful stories that were continually coming from alaska and british columbia, that he was seriously thinking of joining the northward-bound procession.

startling as was the announcement of jeff graham, a discussion of the scheme brought out more than one fact to recommend it. the youths were in perfect health, strong and athletic. jeff volunteered to provide all the funds needed, and his early experience in mining and his love for the boys made him an invaluable guide and companion despite his years. he had turned over in his mind every phase of the question, and met each objection the affectionate mother brought forward, alarmed as she was at the thought of having her boy go so many miles from under her care.

"it will be necessary to talk with roswell about it," said the father, after the conversation had lasted a considerable while.

"no, it won't; i've talked with him, and he's as crazy as me to go."

"but what will frank's mother say?"

"she's said what she's got to say; had a talk with her last night, and it's all fixed. i've sent word to tim that i'll be at juneau by next steamer, and have two of the likeliest younkers with me on the coast; then we'll head for the upper yukon, and bime-by hire a ship to bring back all the gold we'll scoop in."

"it seems to me that we have nothing to do in the premises, jeff."

"nothing 'cept to git the youngster ready."