June 12.

Bud got out and got breakfast again. Then started off on Pete to hunt

trail that makes short cut 18 miles to Bend. Roofed the kitchen. Bud got

back about 1:30, being gone 6 hours. Found trail & two good ledges. Cora

& colt came for water. Other burros did not. Brought in specimens from

ledge up creek that showed very rich gold in tests. Burros came in at

9:30. Bud got up and tied them up.

June 13.

Bud gets breakfast. I took Sway & brought in load of wood. Bud went out

and found a wash lined with good looking ledges. Hung up white rags on

bushes to identify same. Found large ledge of good quartz showing fine

in tests about one mile down wash. Bud dressed Daddy's back. Located

a claim west of Thompson's. Burros did not come in except Cora & colt.

Pete & Monte came separated.

June 14.

Bud got breakfast & dressed Daddy's back. Very hot day. Stock came in

about 2. Tied up Billy Maud & Cora. Bud has had headache. Monte & Pete

did not come in. Bud went after them & found them 4 miles away where

we killed the Gila monster. Sent 2 samples from big ledge to Tucson for

assay. Daddy better.

June 15.

Up 2.30. Bud left for Bend at 4. Walked down to flat but could not see

stock. About 3 Cora & Colt came in for water & Sway & Ed from the south

about 5. No Monte. Monte got in about midnight & went past kitchen to

creek on run. Got up, found him very nervous & frightened & tied him up.

June 17.

Bud got back 4 P.M. in gale of wind & sand. Burros did not come in for

water. Very hot. Bud brought canned stuff. Rigged gallows for No.

2 shaft also block & tackle & pail for drinking water, also washed

clothes. While drying went around in cap undershirt & shoes.

June 18.

Burros came in during night for water. Hot as nether depths of infernal

regions. Went up on hill a mile away. Seamed with veins similar to shaft

No. 2 ore. Blew in two faces & got good looking ore seamed with a black

incrustation, oxide of something, but what could not determine. Could

find neither silver nor copper in it. Monte & Pete came in about 1 &

tied them up. Very hot. Hottest day yet, even the breeze scorching. Test

of ore showed best yet. One half of solution in tube turning to chloride

of gold, 3 tests showing same. Burros except Ed & Cora do not come in

days any more. Bud made a gate for kitchen to keep burros out.

The next morning it was that Cash cut the ball of his right thumb open

on the sharp edge of a tomato can. He wanted the diary to go on as

usual. He had promised, he said, to keep one for the widow who wanted

a record of the way the work was carried on, and the progress made. Bud

could not see that there had been much progress, except as a matter of

miles. Put a speedometer on one of his legs, he told Cash, and he'd bet

it would register more mileage chasing after them fool burros than his

auto stage could show after a full season. As for working the widow's

claim, it was not worth working, from all he could judge of it. And if

it were full of gold as the United States treasury, the burros took up

all their time so they couldn't do much. Between doggone stock drinking

or not drinking and the darn fool diary that had to be kept, Bud opined

that they needed an extra hand or two. Bud was peevish, these days. Gila

Bend had exasperated him because it was not the town it called itself,

but a huddle of adobe huts. He had come away in the sour mood of a

thirsty man who finds an alkali spring sparkling deceptively under a

rock. Furthermore, the nights had been hot and the mosquitoes a humming

torment. And as a last affliction he was called upon to keep the diary

going. He did it, faithfully enough but in a fashion of his own.




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