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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