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Show 116 Chapter 11: On Gold Hill We finished the cabin in late August, just before the first snows of winter. It stood in a cluster of low birches near the top of Gold Hill, facing east. From our door we had a fine view of the valley below: Bonanza and Eldorado Creeks, Grand Forks, and the rolling hills beyond. On the south wall was a pickle-bottle window-three rows of green jars chinked together with moss and mud. This gave us pleasant light, but a somewhat distorted view of the world outside, The cabin was small, not much bigger than our raft, because Caribou had only hoped for one partner, not two. And certainly he had not expected a "real" princess who deserved a separate room with twenty mattresses on her bed. For the present, the princess had the top bunk on the north |