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Title: Highways and byways of the Pacific coast
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940
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Publisher: New York, The Macmillan company London, macmillan and co., limited
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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o in deserted shafts. Usually the spots where hadbeen the buildings, and the machinery for working theabandoned mines, are now only marked by immensedumps of waste with possibly a few great foundationstones and irons. The shafts may be filled up, or theymay be partially open. Figs pointed to one of theseholes and said a boy pushed him into it and he hadslipped and crawled in the darkness a long way. Hethought he was lost and he cried; but at last he saw day-light ahead and he crept out at the bottom of the hill. Figs had a mania for throwing stones. He tossedthem down vacant shafts and heaved them at cows,roosters, water-puddles and anything else that happenedto catch his eye. He evidently did not find life dull.On Saturday, said he, seven of us kids are goin tothe reservoir pond to have a swim. Well like that—youbetcher! Theres ducks on the pond, and a feller thatlives near it shoots em and lets us have em three for aquarter. Well bring some home and have em fordinner the next day.
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A prospector A Nevada Town with a Past 187 The village of Gold Hill, two miles from VirginiaCity, is deader, if anything, than its neighbor. Thereis the same dilapidation and wreckage, and the samecanting walls and neglect of repairs. Figs calledmy attention to the church steeple, and said, Thatsgoin to fall pretty soon. It rocks like a cradle everytime the wind blows hard. On the outskirts of the hamlet I met a Scotchmanwho affirmed that his cabin was the oldest dwelling inthe region. It was built in 1867. The main partcontained a single room, but there was a leanto at therear and a little cave ran back under the hill. Theowner invited me in to rest myself and offered me a cupof whiskey, or, if I preferred, he would make me a cupof tea, coffee or chocolate. When we entered, a graycat departed through a missing window-pane. Theman said the cat was his pardner; And I dont wantany other, he affirmed. If you have a man livingwith you he is too apt to smoke and drink and read toomuch and

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