Bisbee daily review., 1911-11-30
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Sometimes he started small slides Of earth that covered up his work and compelled him to dig again Once he was swept fifty feet down the can yon-side: but he foundered and scram- hled up again without pausing for Areath He hit upon quartz that was so rotten that it was almost like clay. and here the gold was richer than ever. It was a veritable treasure chamber. For a hundred feet up and down he traced the walls of the vein. He even climbed over the canyon-lip to look along the brow of the hill for signs of the outcrop. But that could wait, and he. hurried back to his find.
 He toiled on Tn the same mad haste. until exhaustion and an intolerable ache in his back compelled him to pause. He straightened up with even @ richer piece of gold-laden quartz. Stopping. the sweat from his forehead kad fallen to the ground It now ran into his eyes. blinding him. He wiped it from him with the back of his hand and returned to scrutiny of tho gold. It would run thirty thousand to the ton, fifty thousand, anything--he knew that. And as he gazed upon the vel low lure, and panted for air, and wiped the sweat away his quick vision leaped and set to work. He saw the spur.track that must run up from the valley and across the upland pastures, and he ran the grades and built the bridge that would span the canyon, until it was real before his eyes. Across the canyon was the place for the mlll. and there be erected 1t: and he erected, also, the endless chain of buckets. suspended from a cable and operated by gravity, that would cross the canyon to the quartz-crusEer. Likewise, the whole mine grew before him and beneath him-tunnels. shafts. and galleries, and hoisting plants. The blasts of the miners were in his ears, and from across the canyon he could hear the roar of the stamps. The hand that held the lump of quartz was trembling, and there was a tired, nervous palpitation apparently in the pit of his stomach, It came to him abruptly that what he wanted vas a drink--whisky, cocktails, anything, drink And even then, with this new hot yearning for the alcohol upon him, he heard, faint and far. drifting down the green abyss of the canyon, Dede's voice, crying:-
 Here, chick, chick. chick, chick, chick! Here, chick. chick, chick"
 He was sstounded at the lapse of time. She had left her sewing CD the porch and was feeding the chickens preparatory to getting supper. The afternoon was gone. He could not corrective that he had been away that long.
 Again came the call: Here, chick. chick chick. chick, chick! Here, chick. chick chick
 It was the way she always called first five, and then three. He had long since noticed it. And from these thoughts of her arose other thoughts that caused a great fear slowly 10 grow in his face. For it seemed to him that he had almost lost her Not once had he thought Of her in those frenzied hours, and for that much, at least, had she truly been lost 10 him. He dropped the piece Of quartz. slid down the slide. and start cd up the trail, running heavily. At the edge Of the clearing he eased down and almost cTept to 6 point of vantage whence he could peer out, himself unseen. She was feeding the chickens. tossing to them handfuls of grain and laughing al their antics.
 The sight of her seemed 10 relieve the panic fear into which he had been flung. and he turned and ran back down the trail Again he climbed the slide. but this time he climbed higher, carrying the pick and shovel with him And again he toiled fTenziedly, but this time with a different purpose He worked artfuiiy, loosing slide after slide of the rcd soil and sending it streaming down and covering up all he had uncovered. hiding from the light Of day the treasure he had dis l covered. He even went into the woods ! eBd scoOped armfuis of last years l fallen leaves. which he scattered over ! the slide But this he gave up as a l yain task, and be sent more slides Of ! soil down upon the scene of his labor until no sign remained of the outjut- ting walls of the vein. Next he re paired the broken pipe. gathered bis tools together. and started up the trail. He walked slowly. feeling great weariness, as Of a man who had passed through a frightful crisis. He put the tools away. took a great drink of the water that again flowed through | the pipes. and sat cowu on the bench by the open Kitchen door Dede was inside. preparing supper and the sound of her footsteps gave him vast content.
 He breathe5 the balmy mountain air in great gulps. ike diver fresh-risen from the sea. And, as he drank in the air. he gszed with all his eyes at the clouds and sky and valley, as if |