"
"Many persons are apparently under that impression, but the geological
surveys of the government place it in the exact location I have given
you."
The "Old Miner, '49er," said: "We hunted most all o' our lives, lookin'
for her! We called her the Mother Lode, because we thought that all the
gold in the state must a' come from her an' washed down the rivers onto
the bars where we found it. We thought she'd be pure gold, an' a hundred
feet wide an' go on, world without end. We looked, an' looked, an' after
quartz minin' come in, we dug an' dug, but we never found the old girl
exceptin' here an' there.
"Joe Dance, that old prospector that died last year, he lost his mind
lookin' for the big lode. Made some rich strikes in his day, Joe did,
but he never could stop to work 'em. He was always waitin' for the
mother of 'em all, he said, who'd put him on the road to the heart a'
molten gold in the middle a' the earth.
"We old fellows tramped all the way through the hills with only a burro
for company most a' the time, an' you'll ride down a broad paved way,
soon, in your automobile.
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