The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1937-05-27

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body change 'em for YOU"
Hammond threw down the SHOW
ell; it clattered on the wooden floor.
"I'm getting tired of that. If
you've got anything to say about Kay
Joyce, come out and say it."
The other man glanced at him
over his shoulder.
did I mention any names?" he
asked quietly and moved away to-
ward the upper diggings, a new
test shaft, somewhat distant from
camp and rather deep in the for
est, by which they sought the bed
rock. Hammond did not follow.
Instead, with the shovel over his
shoulder, he headed for the placer
workings along the creek. It was a
rejuvenated camp through which he
moved. A roar sounded from the
lake and Jimmy Moons airplane
took off for Wrangell. From far
away came the sound of hammers
over at Around the World Annie's,
on the Alaskan side; a tiny town
had begun there; she called it
Whoopee. As Hammond walked on,
he passed a squat Siwash squaw,
cleaning in new shawl of wildly
checkered design, an importation
by air.
Then he became aware that some
one was calling him. It was Jeanne
Towers, waving excitedly from the
doorway of her cabin store.
"I've almost sold out!" she ex-
claimed, as he approached. I'm 60
ing to send in another order tomor-
row. Larry Baine, he's The one with
the all-metal Junkers, is going to
bring me back whole list of stuff
from Fourcross."
That's the way business
grows" Hammond bantered. 1.-TWO
hundred dollars for a claim, doubled
all in couple of weeks"
Jeanne laughed.
well, nearly doubled. I hope I
do it again.
"And a dozen times after that.
Then I'll know where to borrow if
the gold-mining business plays
outI"
He went on then, at last to reach
Loon creek. Kay was not yet there;
it was still breakfast time in most
of the camp. But Bruce Kenning
was moving along the stream, to-
ward one of his claims a quarter
mile beyond. A few hundred yards
up the stream, where the raw-boned
Olson scooped the earth by great
shovelfuls into his sluice, was Mrs.
Joyce. Hammond saw her there
often; now and then he had found
Olson sitting on the veranda of the
Joyce cottage, talking of wander
ings in many lands in his search
for gold, while Mrs. Joyce gave
far more than her usual monosyl-
Liable rejoinders. There was some
thing about the man which seemed
to fascinate her. Suddenly he ceased
his musings. Bruce Kenning had
come beside him.
How's the work going with Nc
Kenzie Joe?" he asked quietly.
Hammond shrugged his Shout
ders.
81 haven't been able to get any,
where. He still wants to put down
one hole at time and give the
rest of his life to it."
Kenning frowned.
"You can't have that. I'm con-
WINGED that the old river bed lies
over toward the British Columbia
hills" He chuckled. 81 wish it
were the other way around-all my
claims are in the other direction.
Hammond grinned. ''Wel, you
can't say I didn't tell you"
"Oh, you're talking about that
stuff bought from Jeanne Towers.
I've added to that a great deal
on the chance that somebody
around here would want it. But
everybody's looking the other way.
Just as well. I'm obligated to turn
over some worthless claims to ar
English syndicate"
"That's beyond me-"
Something I took over out Of
what was left when Joyce died. I
guess the house is crooked. They
say frankly they probably won't de-
velop the property. They just want
something cheap in live mining
camp"
ga stock-selling scheme, probab-
ly."
81 haven't much doubt of it. Be
glad to have the thing over"
$50 would l." Hammond felt he
could share Kenning's repugnance.
He was fired these days with the
thought of new gold, clean money.
The eagerness had been mounting
ever since that night when Kay had
told him her decision. To get gold
for Kay-his hands clawed for gold,
his mind was conferred upon little
else.
''How deep do you think we'll
have to go to reach that old bed
rock?"
"a lot deeper than you'd imagine
ninety to a hundred and twenty
feet. From my study of the strata,
I can't see any other answer"
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