Here we learned that some men were mining a few miles up the river, so we drove on until we found a little work being done in a dry gulch near the river bank.

We made our camp at this spot and had plenty of wood, water and grass.

We found there was something to be learned in the art of gold mining.

We had no tools nor money, and had never seen a speck of native gold and did not know how to separate it from the dirt nor where to search for it.

We were poor, ignorant emigrants.