Silver and Gold: A Story of Luck and Love in a Western Mining Camp

Silver and Gold: A Story of Luck and Love in a Western Mining Camp
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Coolidge Dane. Silver and Gold: A Story of Luck and Love in a Western Mining Camp

THE PROPHECY

CHAPTER I. THE GROUND-HOG

CHAPTER II. BIG BOY

CHAPTER III. HOBO STUFF

CHAPTER IV. CASH

CHAPTER V. MOTHER TRIGEDGO

CHAPTER VI. THE ORACULUM

CHAPTER VII. THE EMINENT BUTTINSKY

CHAPTER VIII. THE SILVER TREASURE

CHAPTER IX. BIBLE-BACK MURRAY

CHAPTER X. SIGNS AND OMENS

CHAPTER XI. THE LADY OF THE SYCAMORES

CHAPTER XII. STEEL ON STEEL

CHAPTER XIII. SWEDE LUCK

CHAPTER XIV. THE STRIKE

CHAPTER XV. A NIGHT FOR LOVE

CHAPTER XVI. A FRIEND

CHAPTER XVII. BROKE

CHAPTER XVIII. THE HAND OF FATE

CHAPTER XIX. THE MAN-KILLER

CHAPTER XX. JUMPERS AND TENORS

CHAPTER XXI. BROKE AGAIN

CHAPTER XXII. THE ROCK-DRILLING CONTEST

CHAPTER XXIII. THE HEART OF HIS BELOVED

CHAPTER XXIV. COLONEL DODGE

CHAPTER XXV. THE ANSWER

CHAPTER XXVI. THE COURSE OF THE LAW

CHAPTER XXVII. LIKE A HOG ON ICE

CHAPTER XXVIII. PAROLE

CHAPTER XXIX. THE INTERPRETATION THEREOF

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The day had dawned on the summit of Apache Leap and a golden eagle, wheeling high above the crags, flashed back the fire of the sun from his wings; but in the valley below where old Pinal lay sleeping the heat had not begun. A cool wind drew down from the black mouth of Queen Creek Canyon, stirring the listless leaves of the willows, and the shadow of the great cliff fell like a soothing hand on the deserted town at its base. In the brief freshness of the morning there was a smell of flaunting green from the sycamores along the creek, and the tang of greasewood from the ridges; and then, from the chimney of a massive stone house, there came the odor of smoke. A coffee mill began to purr from the kitchen behind and a voice shouted a summons to breakfast, but the hobo miner who lay sprawling in his blankets did not answer the peremptory call. He raised his great head, turned his pig eyes toward the house, then covered his face from the flies.

There was a clatter of dishes, a long interval of silence, and then the sun like a flaming disc topped the mountain wall to the east. The square adobe houses cast long black shadows across the whitened dust of the street and as the man burrowed deeper to keep out the light the door of the stone house slammed. The day seldom passed when Bunker Hill’s wife did not cook for three or four hoboes but when Old Bunk called a man in to breakfast he expected him to come. He stood for a minute, tall and rangy and grizzled, a desert squint in one eye; and then with a muttered oath he strode across the street.

.....

“Well, all right,” he growled, “but you heard what I said–that’s the last doggoned hobo we feed.”

“Well–perhaps,” she conceded, but Bunker Hill was roused by the memory of years of ingratitude.

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