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Show ihh Chapter lU: Gold Fever Long before spring cleanup, before the melting snow rushed down the hillside into our sluice box, we knew we had struck it rich. Our gravel dumps fairly glittered with color. And every time we washed a sample, the pan yielded golden nuggets the size of navy beans. All our empty Royal baking powder cans were now filled to the brim with gold. "I think we are millionaires," Caribou announced one night, bouncing the wet gold pan on his knee. A small mound of shining gold lay in the curve of the pan. "I've been thinking the same thing," I said. We grinned at each other, "Thank you, Lady Luck," Tip yelled. She whirled the pansy hat with a dish she was drying. Then she ran over to her bunk |