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âHorse is a funny thing,â said Billy. âHe ainât got any real brains, like a mule. He gets scared at anything he ainât used to, and he canât reason any. Now look at Sleepy!â
That animal did not even turn his head, but stood under his pack with eyes closed, taking no interest in their little matters.
They had all the saddles ready and the last rope cinched by the time Uncle Dick returned. He rebuked Jesse for a âtenderfoot playâ when they told him what had happened, much annoyed. âIâm responsible for you,â said he, âand while Iâm willing you each should take all fair chances like a man, Iâll not have any needless risks. Learn to do things right, in the field, and then do them that way always. You know better than to mount a horse on the off side. Thatâs an Indian trick, but youâre not an Indian and this isnât an Indian horse.â
Jesse was much crestfallen for being thrown and then scolded for it.
âIs he hurt any?â asked Uncle Dick of Rob, aside.
Rob shook his head. âI donât think so. Just knocked the wind out of him. He was lying with his eyes wide open. Heâs all right.â
âOn our way!â exclaimed Uncle Dick. They all swung into saddle now, Billy leading, old Sleepy next to Fox, the place he always claimed; then Uncle Dick, Jesse, John, and Rob, Nigger coming last, poking along behind, his ears lopping. In a few moments they all were shaken into place in the train, and all went on as usual, the gait being a walk, only once in a while an easy trot.
âWe set out and proceeded on under a gentle breeze,â quoted John.
âReader will suppose one hundred years to have elapsed,â began Jesse, trying to be funny.
âJess,â said his uncle at that, ârather youâd not poke fun at the Journal, or at our trip. I want you to take it seriously and to feel itâs worth while.â
âIâm sorry, sir,â said Jesse, presently, who was rather feeling disgraced that morning. âI wonât, any more. Iâm glad weâve got horses.â
âNow I want you to remember that when Captain Clark and his three men came in here, on foot, they found an old Indian road, marked plain by the lodge poles. They went up Little Prickly Pear Creek, over the ridge and down the Big Pear Creek.
âYou see, Clark was hunting Indians. He wanted horses; because he could see, even if the Indian girl had not told him, that before long they must run their river to its head, and then, if they couldnât get horses, their expedition was over for keeps. They all were anxious now.
âBilly, all I have to say about the road is that weâll make long days; and weâll keep off the main motor roads all the way when we get toward Marysville and Helena, over east and southâno towns if we can help it. Itâs going to be hard to dodge them.â
âPretty hard to help it, thatâs no lie,â said Billy. âThis countryâs all settled now. They been running a steamer up and down the Cañon above the Gate of the Mountains. You folks going to take that trip? Want to see the big dam at the head, at the old ferry?â
Uncle Dick turned in his saddle, to see what the boys would say. John made bold to answer.
âWell, I donât know how the other fellows feel,â said he. âOf course, we know the Gate is a wonderful spot, where the two ranges pinch in; and the five miles above, they all say, is one of the greatest cañons in Americaâriver deep, banks a thousand, fifteen hundred feetâââ
âSure fine!â nodded Billy, who had dropped back alongside.
âYes, but you see, weâve been in all sorts of cañons and things, pretty much, first. Now, way it seems to me is, anybody can go, if itâs a steamboat trip. And if thereâs dams, she isnât so wild any more. Weâd rather put in our time wilder, I believe.â
The others thought so, too. âBesides, weâre following Clark now,â said Rob, âand he never saw the Gate at all, famous as it got to be after Lewis described it. Lewis went wild over it.â
âLetâs sidestep everything and get up to the Forks,â voted John. âI didnât know this river was so long. Weâve got to hustle.â
âIâve got another book,â said Uncle Dick, slapping his coat pocket. âIt covers the trail later onâ1904. To-night in camp, Iâll show you something that it says about this country in here at the head of the Missouri River.
âYou maybe didnât know that Helena, on below us, used to be Last Chance Gulch, where they panned $40,000,000 of goldâand had a Hangmanâs Tree until not so very long ago, where they used to hang desperadoes.
âAnd off to Clarkâs right, when he topped the Ordway Creek divide, was where Marysville is now. They only took $20,000,000 out of one mine, over there! And so on. Wait till to-night, and Iâll let you read something about the great gold mines and other mines in this book.[3] I told you the Missouri River leads you into the heart of the wildest and most romantic history of America, though much of it is slipping out of mind to-day.â
And that night, indeed around their first pack train camp fire, with the light of a candle stuck in a little heap of sand on top a box, he did read to an audience who sat with starting eyes, listening to the talks of gold which were new to them.
âListen here, boys,â he said, after they had traced out the course of the day and made the field notes which served them as their daily journals. âHereâs what it says about the very country weâre in right now:
ââGold was discovered in Montana in 1852 and the principal mining camps of the early days were, in the orders of discovery and succession, Grasshopper GulchâBannackâ1862; Alder GulchâVirginia Cityâ1863; Last Chance GulchâHelenaâ1864; Confederate GulchâDiamond Cityâ1865. Smaller placers were being worked on large numbers of streams, many of them very rich, but the four here named were those which achieved national renown from the vast wealth they produced and from various incidents connected with their rise and fall. In 1876 there were five hundred gold-bearing gulches in Montana....
ââThe California gold wave reached its zenith in 1853. What more natural than that the army of miners, with the decadence of the California fields, should search out virgin ground?...
ââWhen Captain Clark crossed the divide between Ordwayâs and Pryorâs Creeks he had at his right-hand the spurs of the Rockies about Marysville, where one mine was afterward to be located from which more than $20,000,000 of gold was to be taken. As he proceeded across the prickly-pear plains toward the Missouri, he came in sight of the future Last Chance Gulch, whereon Helena, the capital of the state, is located, and from whose auriferous gravels the world was to be enriched to the amount of $40,000,000 more.
ââFrom the gravel bars along the Missouri and its tributaries gold dust and nuggets running into millions of dollars have been taken, and the total production from placer mining through Montana, including hydraulic mining, from 1862 to 1900 was, probably, not far from $150,000,000, the total gold production from the state being reckoned at about $250,000,000.
ââOn July 23d the narrative mentions a Creek â20 yards wideâ which they called Whitehouseâs Creek, after one of their men. This stream was either Confederate or Duck Creek. The two flow into the Missouri near togetherâthe U. S. Land Office map combines them into one creek. If Confederate Creekâthis was the stream above the mouth, in the heart of the Belt Mountains.
ââThis gulch is said to have been discovered by Confederate soldiers of Priceâs army, who, in 1861-62, after the battles of Lexington, Pea Ridge, etc., in Missouri, made their way to Montana via the Missouri River and Fort Benton. On their way to Last Chance Gulch they found âcolorâ near the mouth of this creek. Following up the stream, they found the pay dirt growing richer, and they established themselves in the gulch, naming it Confederate; and within a short time Diamond City, the town of the gulch, was the center of a population of 5,000 souls.
ââConfederate Gulch was in many respects the most phenomenal of all the Montana gulches. The ground was so rich that as high as $180 in gold was taken from one pan of dirt; and from a plat of ground four feet by ten feet, between drift timbers, $1,100 worth of gold was extracted in twenty-four hours. At the junction of Montana Gulchâa side gulchâwith Confederate, the ground was very rich, the output at that point being estimated at $2,000,000.
ââMontana Bar, which lies some distance up the gulch and at considerable of an elevation above it, was found in the latter part of 1865 to be marvelously rich. There were about two acres in reality, that were here sluiced over, but the place is spoken of as âthe richest acre of gold-bearing ground ever discovered in the world.â I quote A. M. Williams, who has made a special study of these old gulches:
âââThe flumes on this bar, on cleaning up, were found to be burdened with gold by the hundredweight, and the enormous yield of $180 to the pan in Confederate and Montana Gulches was forgotten in astonishment, and a wild delirium of joy at the wonderful yield of over a hundred thousand dollars to the pan of gravel taken from the bedrock of Montana bar.â
ââFrom this bar seven panfuls of clean gold were taken out at one âclean-up,â that weighed 700 pounds and were worth $114,800. A million and a half dollars in gold was hauled by wagon from Diamond City to Fort Benton at one time for shipment to the East. This gulch is reputed to have produced $10,000,000, from 1864 to 1868, and it is still being sluiced.
ââSome very large gold nuggets were found in this region. Many were worth from $100 to $600 or $700. Several were worth from $1,500 to $1,800; one, of pure gold, was worth $2,100 and two or three exceeded $3,000 in value.ââ
The boys sat silent, hardly able to understand what they had heard. Billy Williams nodded his head gravely.
âItâs all true,â said he. âWhen I was a boy I heard my father tell of it. He was in on the Confederate Creek strike. He helped sluice five thousand dollars in one day, and they didnât half work. He said it was just laying there plumb yellow. They thought it would last always; but it didnât.
âYou see, I was born out here. My dad was rich in the âsixties, then he went broke, like everybody. When he got old he married and settled. He took to ranching and hunting, and Iâve taken to ranching. Times are quieter now. They werenât always quiet, along this little old creek, believe me!â
âGee!â said Jesse, rubbing his head, which had a bump on it, âIâd like to pan some gold!â
âI expect you could,â said Billy. âMight get the color, even now, on the Jefferson bars, I donât know. Of course, theyâve learned how to work the low-grade dirt nowâcyanide and dredges and all. Itâs a business now!
âYes, and when we get along a day or so farther, beyond the Forks, Iâll locate a few more spots that got to be famous for reasons that Lewis and Clark never dreamed. From the head of the Cañon up the beaver swarmed; this was the best beaver water in America, and known
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