Daddy gone since yesterday
morning leaving no trace.
July 5.
Miserable hot night. Burros trickled in sometime during night.
Bud better, managed to walk to big ledge after sundown. Suggests
we call it the Burro Lode. His idea of wit, claims we have
occupied camp all summer for sake of timing burros when they come
to waterhole. Wish to call it Columbia mine for patriotic reasons
having found it on Fourth. Will settle it soon so as to put up
location. Put in 2 shots & pulpel samples for assay. Rigged
windows on shack to keep out bees, nats & flies & mosquitoes. Bud
objects because it keeps out air as well. Took them off. Sick
folks must be humored. Hot, miserable and sleepless. Bud very
restless.
July 6.
Cool wind makes weather endurable, but bees terrible in kitchen
& around water-hole. Flipped a dollar to settle name of big
ledge. Bud won tails, Burro lode. Must cultivate my sense of
humor so as to see the joke. Bud agrees to stay & help develop
claim. Still very weak, puttered around house all day cleaning &
baking bread & stewing fruit which brought bees by millions so we
could not eat same till after dark when they subsided. Bud got
stung twice in kitchen. Very peevish & full of cuss.
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