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29 Aug 1871 - Jack Cox
reminded me that 6 years ago to day he was married, and it
brought to me the fact that my poor wife and I were at the
wedding. Jack was also a Sapper and Miner.
2nd October 1871 - Day before
yesterday we started down the Columbia river (no longer a
stream) on rafts and in canoes. It is astonishing how soon
this stream assumes proportions, fed by tributaries from
the mountains on either side: it was at our starting point
a respectable river. The raft I was on contained Jack
Cox, Jas. Malloy, myself and two Douglas Indians. All
went well for some time, but coming to some rather
dangerous rapids, which took a somewhat sudden turn in
their course, we were forced too near shore on our
unwieldy craft, and being in danger from projecting snags,
and while straining to our utmost, we broke an oar: this
caused some confusion, lessening our chances of getting
into midstream again, onward we were borne, and before we
could avoid the danger, came full tilt against a fallen
tree, half submerged, and projecting out into the current.
All leaped for dear life when close upon it, and clung
desperately to the slimy log. Jas. Malloy leapt short
however, and he and the raft were both sucked under. We
never saw him again: in all probability he was held down
beneath the surface by snags and sunken underbrush.
25 February 1872 - ...There
are 7 or 8 roughs in our midst who are bully's of the
first water , and would as leif cut a throat as a purse I
take it, as however, is very frequently the case with
bully's, they are, I am certain, cowards at heart, for so
I proved them to be...Finding I bore their taunts, and
that they could not incite me to retaliate, they waxed
bolder, and as I always take my meals after they have left
the table, today they collected in a body around the cook
house door: Roberts, the ringleader, big Reilly, Jackman,
Reynolds, Rainier (a Greek) , Keating and Joe Reuff (a
Bavarian). They were evidently waiting for me, and I knew
things had about come to open rupture...They told me I had
best look out for myself, as they had a heavy score to
settle with me. I told them I didn't care for their
threats, I'd do my duty, did the devil himself stand in
the way. I passed into the cookhouse, when Jack Cox,
the cook, an old Sapper like myself, told me big Reilly
had snatched the fry pan off the fire and thrown my steak
out of doors. I asked the great ruffian what he did it
for? He answered, damned if you shall eat unless you let
us go through the Store (room), and see for ourselves
(what is there). I told him I'd see about that, and told
Cox to dish me up some Beans and bread: he went to comply, when Reilly tried to stop him; I snatched up a hatchet,
and told him if he didn't stand back, I'd brain him: he
glared at me, but thought it safer to keep off. Cox placed
my plate on the table, when Roberts said, there are 7 of
us and we will see you damned but you shall not have it,
and he thrust his hand for ward to take the plate. I was
thoroughly roused now - down came the hatchet, and he left
portions of his fingers on the table: I guess I aimed for
the whole hand, but he was too quick, yet not quick
enough, the hatchet passed through them clean, and buried
its edge in the pine board, such was the blow I dealt. I
now rushed for Reilly, hatchet raised but the whole
cowardly crew escaped to the door. Roberts they led away
crying like a big boy, while they threatened me with some
choice oaths. I ate my breakfast, and taking the Hatchet
with me, left for my hut: after an hour or so they came
down in a body and told me Roberts had lost much blood,
was very weak, and asked me for medicine and bandages. I
gave them what they wanted, when they asked me to go and
dress his hands, I told them they should leave that to
them, he was one of their gang, I wasn't! Reilly had an
axe in his hand, and as it appeared their object was to
get me out of the way, he said, come boys, let's smash the
store door in! if he won't open it. I jumped back, got
hold of my Henry Rifle, and as Reilly was then at the
store door (not 15 yards away) I leveled the piece,
covered him, and told him to throw down the axe instantly,
or I would shoot him dead, and God help me, I would have
done it. He took in his chances at once and threw down the
axe. I told them I had stood it as long as I could and
that the next of their number who insulted me, or used
threats to me, I'd have his blood on my hands. They knew I
was a sure shot, having seen me shoot Duck in the river
with this same rifle and they concluded I meant it. They
left slowly taking their hang-dog countenances out of my
sight...I subsequently found out that the man Reilly had
served a term in the chain gang at Victoria, BC and that
Roberts had been a convict in Australia.
May 2nd 1872 - My chum
Jack Cox had some bad news - his house being burned
down; his wife, it would appear, was enjoying herself at a
Ball, leaving her children with a neighbour...The house
being isolated, he lost everything. Cold comfort Jack.
-- From the Journal of Robert
Rylatt. |