. . . . .

Granny Mathews fails to coax her niece into the kitchen,
but persuades her to sing inside. She is the girl who learnt `sub rosa'
from the bad girl who sang "Madeline". Such as have them on
instinctively take their hats off. Diggers, &c., strolling past,
halt at the first notes of the girl's voice, and stand like statues
in the moonlight:

Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod?
The beautiful -- the beautiful river
That flows by the throne of God! --

Diggers wanted to send that girl "Home", but Granny Mathews had
the old-fashioned horror of any of her children becoming "public" --

Gather with the saints at the river,
That flows by the throne of God!

. . . . .

But it grows late, or rather, early. The "Eyetalians" go by
in the frosty moonlight, from their last shift in the claim
(for it is Saturday night), singing a litany.

"Get up on one end, Abe! -- stand up all!" Hands are clasped
across the kitchen table. Redclay, one of the last of the alluvial fields,
has petered out, and the Roaring Days are dying. . . . The grand old song
that is known all over the world; yet how many in ten thousand