The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-09-03
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THE GOLDEN LEDGE.
"At last ! came to a place where two
branches of the stream met. On the hill
below the fork of the creek was a ledge
that seemed sparkling with gold. With a
hammer and a chisel clipped off chunks
of quartz, and piece after piece Of the
glittering stuff fell rafting about my feet
l worked until weary with labor, and
then concealed the quartz and implements
beneath dirt and leaves. Just then
awoke, dripping with Precipitation, and
as tired and fatigeud as if had actually
been at labor. My watch marked the
hour of 2. l had been asleep just sixty
minutes. slept no more that night, but
lay there thinking until dawn, and
was able to recall every incident and
landmark of this wonderful vision. The
next day could not nelp remarking how
clear and distinct every feature of the
dream was stamped on my memory, but
because it was nothing but a dream 1 did
not mention it to any one. That night
the same vision came TO me again. Once
more l Travelled up the little gorge
through the weird pines and brushy ra-
vine, met and parted with the strangers
| as before. and again stood beside the
magic ledge on the left fork of the creek
| uncovered the glittering chips and, tax
ing up the tools that had been hidden the
| night before, resumed my task of knock
ing of pieces of quartz. Again [ became
weary of chiseling the nuggets and after
concealing the implements and ore awoke
as before, tired, worn out and dripping
with perspiration.
This time / told the dream to my wife.
During my entire previous life had been
accustomed to sleep so Soundly as to have
no dreams, Very seldom, even in boy
hood, could l remember any incident Of
my sleeping hours with sufficient dis
tinctness to relate it. But strange as it
may seem, the third night
brought by recurrence of the
now familiar visit to the rich gulch
and its fabulous ledge. Nothing was Of
fereut except that this night saw the
conclusion of my labOrs. Loading four
mules with quartz and nuggets,
passed down the ravine and started flor
home.
"This was the ending of my third
dream, and the vision never came to me
again. For days and days l turned the
matter over in my mind, and then con-
hded the particulars to three staunch
friends-W. II. Ebert, Samuel T. Laird
and w M. Roy. After consultation we
decided there could be only one place
where my dream gulch lay hidden away,
and that was just beyond the peaks of the
Bitter Root range, in the valley of the
excitement over the discovery of gold in
that region.
During the latter part of Septem-
Der Laird, Roy and myself met in Eagle
City, and together we prospected work
ing up and down Pritchard creek, and
often passing the gulch of my dream A
heavy smoke from forest fires and the
dense growth of timber prevented us
from seeing the entrance to the gulch,
but | was forcibly reminded of my dream
by the strong resemblance everything
bore to the country OF my vision. Several
times | mentioned this fact to my COM
panions. On Oct. Roy, Laird and my
self started up the creek and discovered
the gulch which has sinca become so
famous. Roy was ahead and found an
opening through the tree tops which indi-
Gated a ravine. Soon after leaving
PriUchard creek we came to pools Of
water, and Immediately knew the scene
to be a part of my dream
THE DREAM VERIFIED.
Where the dump Of our sluices is now