Hot as nether depths of
infernal regions. Went up on hill a mile away. Seamed with veins
similar to shaft No. 2 ore. Blew in two faces & got good looking
ore seamed with a black incrustation, oxide of something, but
what could not determine. Could find neither silver nor copper in
it. Monte & Pete came in about 1 & tied them up. Very hot.
Hottest day yet, even the breeze scorching. Test of ore showed
best yet. One half of solution in tube turning to chloride of
gold, 3 tests showing same. Burros except Ed & Cora do not come
in days any more. Bud made a gate for kitchen to keep burros out.
The next morning it was that Cash cut the ball of his right
thumb open on the sharp edge of a tomato can. He wanted the diary
to go on as usual. He had promised, he said, to keep one for the
widow who wanted a record of the way the work was carried on, and
the progress made. Bud could not see that there had been much
progress, except as a matter of miles. Put a speedometer on one
of his legs, he told Cash, and he'd bet it would register more
mileage chasing after them fool burros than his auto stage could
show after a full season. As for working the widow's claim, it
was not worth working, from all he could judge of it.
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