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Teusday November 20th
Teusday November 20th
To day has been a beautiful a sunny day as heart could desire.  The sun - driving back the clouds - appeared in dazzling Crayhtny churing our hearts with sunshine and warmth.  Torrence and myself went over the river prospecting.  We were only charged 50 cts each for fimage - the passage across occupy is one minute.  We rose the steep hill and went to a ravine about a mile distant.  How we worked most of the day digging and panning. Our success was only average.  Tired and with hearts only half hoping we returned.  Found Señor Damil at work in the bank.  Prospecting is the miners evil genius.  He hates it - he is driven to it only through the most absolute necessity.  It consists in clambering over rocks - diving into the difiles - up again upon the high hills - following the water courses - and whenever the make of the ground looks favourable - digging down to the grimite and washing the dirt.  Amid hope and expectation - judging and digging - appearance of success - or empty discouragement - both mind and boy get seriously wearied in prospecting.
To day has been a beautiful a sunny day as heart could desire.  The sun - driving back the clouds - appeared in dazzling Crayhtny churing our hearts with sunshine and warmth.  Torrence and myself went over the river prospecting.  We were only charged 50 cts each for fimage - the passage across occupy is one minute.  We rose the steep hill and went to a ravine about a mile distant.  How we worked most of the day digging and panning. Our success was only average.  Tired and with hearts only half hoping we returned.  Found Señor Damil at work in the bank.  Prospecting is the miners evil genius.  He hates it - he is driven to it only through the most absolute necessity.  It consists in clambering over rocks - diving into the difiles - up again upon the high hills - following the water courses - and whenever the make of the ground looks favourable - digging down to the grimite and washing the dirt.  Amid hope and expectation - judging and digging - appearance of success - or empty discouragement - both mind and boy get seriously wearied in prospecting.
Yesterday
Yesterday we in the pauses of the rain - which one spell turned into hail - were prospecting on a big hill which formed the head of a ravine.  We theorized and dug but to no purpose.  The gold would not abide our decision.  We thought as the ravine - was only the wash of the hill - surely on the level top - we ought to find that which the slpe could not wash off.  We found some particles - perhaps our search might have been rewarded under more favourable circumstances - as it was the rise of water into the holes prevented our getting down to the original rock.
A miner visiting us to night tells large stories of ravines about 4 miles below us.  To morrow I shall Prospect them.  I hope - fortune will not alter the good wind which blows this evening - promissing success.  We saw many miners to day out with their shovels and pans.  A sure sign the digging are getting scarce.  Two met us packing their provision from the store.  They were groaning and sweating under about 150 pounds each.  One had backed a half barrell of port up the high hill.  But said he - "I never will do it again!"

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56 Teusday November 20th To day has been a beautiful a sunny day as heart could desire. The sun - driving back the clouds - appeared in dazzling Crayhtny churing our hearts with sunshine and warmth. Torrence and myself went over the river prospecting. We were only charged 50 cts each for fimage - the passage across occupy is one minute. We rose the steep hill and went to a ravine about a mile distant. How we worked most of the day digging and panning. Our success was only average. Tired and with hearts only half hoping we returned. Found Señor Damil at work in the bank. Prospecting is the miners evil genius. He hates it - he is driven to it only through the most absolute necessity. It consists in clambering over rocks - diving into the difiles - up again upon the high hills - following the water courses - and whenever the make of the ground looks favourable - digging down to the grimite and washing the dirt. Amid hope and expectation - judging and digging - appearance of success - or empty discouragement - both mind and boy get seriously wearied in prospecting. Yesterday we in the pauses of the rain - which one spell turned into hail - were prospecting on a big hill which formed the head of a ravine. We theorized and dug but to no purpose. The gold would not abide our decision. We thought as the ravine - was only the wash of the hill - surely on the level top - we ought to find that which the slpe could not wash off. We found some particles - perhaps our search might have been rewarded under more favourable circumstances - as it was the rise of water into the holes prevented our getting down to the original rock. A miner visiting us to night tells large stories of ravines about 4 miles below us. To morrow I shall Prospect them. I hope - fortune will not alter the good wind which blows this evening - promissing success. We saw many miners to day out with their shovels and pans. A sure sign the digging are getting scarce. Two met us packing their provision from the store. They were groaning and sweating under about 150 pounds each. One had backed a half barrell of port up the high hill. But said he - "I never will do it again!"