“They followed the meandering Carson River eastward, then turned slightly north and picked up the well-traveled road that ran up Gold Canyon into the barren hills toward Mount Davidson. Even down low on the hills, Joe and Ellen saw hundreds of small mines where rough-looking men dug furiously into the side of the barren hills hoping to strike it rich. You could easily tell how far they’d progressed by the size of their mine tailings. And along the road, heavily traveled by ore and timber freight...ers, were signs posted every few hundred feet reminding travelers that they would be “shot on sight” if they so much as set foot on one of the claims. Joe was amazed at all the miners, most of them living in little caves or even holes in the ground covered with brush and canvas. As a mountain man he’d lived in some primitive conditions, but this beat anything for hard times that he’d seen yet. “Ellen, I wonder how well all these fellas are doin’ working dry claims this far down from the Comstock Lode.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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