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Show 150. Into Blue Burg to live. There every man, who had flour, probably slept on it with his gun at hand. Bill thought of Jan. It would take him many a year to get over expecting to see him come in as he had this fall- always late In the season, always broke but bringing gladness and lighting up every dark winter with his playing. He worked hard and was always planning how he could get rich-needed to be rich he was so free-hearted and liked to live high. He'd write a letter to Jan's daughter telling herwhat he knew of her father's death and that he had his gold. Snowshoe Thompson, who carried the mail over the mountains, would get the letter to her. I'll buy this piece of land on the south of me this summer. A Mormon family had half-cleared it and then been called back to Salt lake by Brigham Young. He'd heard it was for sale last summer just as he was leaving for a trip to California. This summer he'd spend his gold here. |
