, 1898-08-02
NUGGETS LUCK.

LII VIC SleTraS none OF Its inhabitants
appeared to know, but most of them
were extremely anxious to ascertain.
Seldom it was that any one went to the
town. Apparently there was no particu-
lar reason why any one should. The
surrounding scenery was grand, it is
true, but the town could make no claim
to beng an essential part of the gran
deur. Its one street struggled up the
mountainside for Il short distance and
lost its way iii the forest. a long, ram
shackle ''hotel," several Respondent
looking stores and a number of saloons
made up what it was pleased to call the
business portion of the town. On all
sides and as far as the eye could see,
however, were the iluperishable evil
dences of what this little town once had
been-the center of a natural wealth al
most uncomfortable. Vast areas of white
and yellow and reddish clay, mountains
scanned and gashed and cut in twain,
miles of rusty and disjOinted gigantic
iron pipes, told of the days when the
miners with hydraulic guns ''held up
nature and forced it to deliver it's treas
ure.
But all that was long ago and is only
a pleasant memory with the little town
now, and to the strangers not unnatu-
raj inquiry as to how the people support
ed themselves came the cheerful and
canuibalistic reply that they Lived on
one another"
The stranger sat III a box outside one
of the stores beside one of the citizens
and soon found himself listening to q
mono. ogue offered for his entertain
ment. 1t would have been a dialogue be-
tween them, but the entertainer would
not have it that way. An old man, with
grizzled beard and weather beaten face.
was he. The stranger noticed, with
some surprise, that, although stained
and rusty. his long frock coat and the
trousers stuck into his boots were of
good broadcloth. a very conspicuous
watch chain, a huge diamond pin in n
setting of tobacco stained shirt front
and the entire absence of a collar made
up n somewhat i~nconGruous appearance.
eyes, you're right" began the enter.
tainer, starting the monologue with
considerable energy, this town amt
worth q whoop in hell today, but you
oughter seen it onct. Anita fo%rty-niner
myself, and you got to make a good deal
of allowance for what some o. these old
has beens tell you, but they all do say
it was a hummer before they stopped
hydraulcekin.
"You oughter get old Nuggets to tell
you somethin about it. Amt you met
Nuggets yet? Well. you should, for he's
about the only sight we got in TOWN.
only thing the town brags about and
p'ints out to strangers. Nuggets was
here-or som'ers about heretofore
they ever did any Observation-Disclosures
everything was placer and sluice mimi.
He'll tell you his story. He'll tell it
without bein asst. I've heard it so often
that l know it myself. He likes to heal
himself talk.
"Ho was one o. the first to come
acrost the plains-leastways that's what
he says-and when he got here he just
nachernlly staid. He ken around by the
old emigrant trail back O. Lake Tahoe
and into Hangtown.
"Hang:own-you know, that's what
they called Placerville in them days
was a great place then. Meals was 81,
and so was beds; whisky was four bits
and two bits a drink, accordin as how
you wanted it, and lou was $40 for n
small sack. Course, you know, most all
supplies KEN around the Horn to Frisco,
was boated up to Sacramento and team
ed out to the mines from there.
Cuisines was good in California in
them days. Most every one had money,
and it wasn't no trick to get it. The
cricks and river bottoms was full o.
gold, and II one could take a shovel,
pick and rocker and wash out as much
as he liked. Course that sort o. thing
spoilt the Argonauts, as they call 'em,
or u good many of EN- anyhow-would
a-spoilt most any one.
"Kinder seemed to them that the
supply would last forever, and they
didn't worry much and wasn't particu-
Ter about savin it. They was all about
alike, and after a fellow had worked
purity lard for awhile and cleaned up n
little pile ned get to hinkln he needed
relaxation, down ned go to Frisco
and blow in his pile.
"Then he'd strike the trail for the
goldfields for another stack o. blne
chips.
Course every II had a partner in
them days, and this here Nuggets had
one by the name o. Wilkins, One day
they ken into this town with u nugget
that was n corker. Was as big MS your
hatred c%innabar, with chunks OF pure