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n after Cash left。 They must of saw him go。 Cash was out four hours and come in mad。 Shot a hidrophobia skunk out by the creek。 Nothing doing。 Too hot。
June 21。
The sun would blister a mud turtle so he'd holler。 Cash put in most of day holding a parasol over his garden patch。 Burros did not miss their daily drink。 Night brings mosquitoes with their wings singed but their stingers O。K。 They must hole up daytimes or they would fry。
June 22。
Thought I know what heat was。 I never did before。 Cash took a bath。 It was his first。 Burros did not come to water。 Cash and I tried to sleep on kitchen roof but the darned mosquitoes fed up on us and then played heavenly choir all night。
June 25。
Cash got back from Bend。 Thumb is better and he can have this job any time now。 He hustled up a widow that made a couple of mosquito bags to go over our heads。 No shape （bags； not widow） but help keep flies and mosquitoes from chewing on us all day and all night。 Training for hades。 I can stand the heat as well as the old boy with the pitch…fork。 Ain't got used to brimstone yet； but I'd trade mosquitoes for sulphur smoke and give some boot。 Worried about Cash。 He took a bath today again； using water I had packed for mine。 Heat must be getting him。
June 26。
Cash opened up thumb again； trying to brain Pete with rock。 Pete got halfway into kitchen and eat biggest part of a pie I made。 Cash threw jagged rock； hit Pete in side of jaw。 Cut big gash。 Swelled now like a punkin。 Cash and I tangled over same。 I'm going to quit。 I have had enough of this darn country。 Creek's drying up； and mosquitoes have found way to crawl under bags。 Cash wants me to stay till we find good claim； but Cash can go to thunder。
Then Cash's record goes on：
June 27。
Bud very sick & out of head。 Think it is heat； which is terrible。 Talked all night about burros； gasoline； & camphor balls which he seemed wanting to buy in gunny sack。 No sleep for either。 Burros came in for water about daylight。 Picketed Monte & Pete as may need doctor if Bud grows worse。 Thumb nearly well。
June 27。 Bud same； slept most of day。 Gave liver pills & made gruel of cornmeal； best could do with present stores。 Burros came at about 3 but could not drink owing to bees around water hold。 Monte got stung and kicked over water cans & buckets I had salted for burros。 Burros put for hills again。 No way of driving off bees。
June 28。
Burros came & drank in night。 Cooler breeze； Bud some better & slept。 Sway has badly swollen neck。 May be rattler bite or perhaps bee。 Bud wanted cigarettes but smoked last the day before he took sick。 Gave him more liver pills & sponge off with water every hour。 Best can do under circumstances。 Have not prospected account Bud's sickness。
June 29。
Very hot all day； breeze like blast from furnace。 Burros refuse to leave flat。 Bees better； as can't fly well in this wind。 Bud worse。 High fever & very restless & flighty。 Imagines much trouble with automobile； talk very technical & can't make head or tail of it。 Monte & Pete did not come in； left soon as turned loose。 No feed for them here & figured Bud too sick to travel or stay alone so horses useless at present。 Sponged frequently with coolest water can get； seems to give some relief as he is quieter afterwards。
July 4th。
Monte & Pete came in the night & hung around all day。 Drove them away from vicinity of shack several times but they returned & moped in shade of house。 Terrible hot； strong gusty wind。 Bud sat up part of day； slept rest of time。 Looks very thin and great hollows under eyes； but chief trouble seems to be； no cigarettes。 Shade over radishes & lettice works all right。 Watered copiously at daylight & again at dusk。 Doing fine。 Fixed fence which M & P。 broke down while tramping around。 Prospected west of ranche。 Found enormous ledge of black quartz； looks like sulphur stem during volcanic era but may be iron。 Strong gold & heavy precipitate in test； silver test poor but on filtering showed like white of egg in tube （unusual）。 Clearing iron out showed for gold the highest yet made； being more pronounced with Fenosulphate than 1500 rock have seen。 Immense ledge of it & slightest estimate from test at least 10。 Did not tell Bud as keeping for surprise when he is able to visit ledge。 Very monotonous since Bud has been sick。 Bud woke up & said Hell of a Fourth & turned over & went to sleep again with mosquito net over head to keep off flies。 Burros came in after dark； all but Cora & Colt； which arrived about midnight。 Daddy gone since yesterday morning leaving no trace。
July 5。
Miserable hot night。 Burros trickled in sometime during night。 Bud better； managed to walk to big ledge after sundown。 Suggests we call it the Burro Lode。 His idea of wit； claims we have occupied camp all summer for sake of timing burros when they come to waterhole。 Wish to call it Columbia mine for patriotic reasons having found it on Fourth。 Will settle it soon so as to put up location。 Put in 2 shots & pulpel samples for assay。 Rigged windows on shack to keep out bees； nats & flies & mosquitoes。 Bud objects because it keeps out air as well。 Took them off。 Sick folks must be humored。 Hot； miserable and sleepless。 Bud very restless。
July 6。
Cool wind makes weather endurable； but bees terrible in kitchen & around water…hole。 Flipped a dollar to settle name of big ledge。 Bud won tails； Burro lode。 Must cultivate my sense of humor so as to see the joke。 Bud agrees to stay & help develop claim。 Still very weak； puttered around house all day cleaning & baking bread & stewing fruit which brought bees by millions so we could not eat same till after dark when they subsided。 Bud got stung twice in kitchen。 Very peevish & full of cuss。 Says positively must make trip to Bend & get cigarettes tomorrow or will blow up whole outfit。 Has already blowed up same several times today with no damage。 Burros came in about 5。 Monte & Pete later； tied them up with grain。 Pete has very bad eye。 Bud will ride Monte if not too hot for trip。 Still no sign of daddy； think must be dead or stolen though nobody to steal same in country。
July 7。
Put in 2 shots on Burro Lode & got her down to required depth。 Hot。 Bud finds old location on widow's claim； upturns all previous calculation & information given me by her。 Wrote letter explaining same； which Bud will mail。 Bud left 4 P。M。 should make Bend by midnight。 Much better but still weak Burros came in late & hung around water hole。 Put up monument at Burro Lode。 Sent off samples to assay at Tucson。 Killed rattler near shack； making 16 so far killed。
CHAPTER EIGHT。 MANY BARREN MONTHS AND MILES
〃Well； here come them darn burros； Cash。 Cora's colt ain't with 'em though。 Poor little devilssay； Cash； they look like hard sleddin'； and that's a fact。 I'll tell the world they've got about as much pep as a flat tire。〃
〃Maybe we better grain 'em again。〃 Cash looked up from studying the last assay report of the Burro Lode； and his look was not pleasant。 〃But it'll cost a good deal； in both time and money。 The feed around here is played out〃
〃Well； when it comes to that〃 Bud cast a glum glance at the paper Cash was holding。
〃Yeah。 Looks like everything's about played out。 Promising ledge； too。 Like some people； though。 Most all its good points is right on the surface。 Nothing to back it up。〃
〃She's sure running light； all right Now；〃 Bud added sardonically； but with the whimsical quirk withal； 〃if it was like a carburetor； and you could give it a richer mixture〃
〃Yeah。 What do you make of it； Bud？〃
〃Wellaw； there comes that durn colt； bringing up the drag。 Say Cash； that colt's just about all in。 Cora's nothing but a bag of bones； too。 They'll never winternot on this range； they won't。〃
Cash got up and went to the doorway； looking out over Bud's shoulder at the spiritless donkeys trailing in to water。 Beyond them the desert baked in its rim of hot； treeless hills。 Above them the sky glared a brassy blue with never a could。 Over a low ridge came Monte and Pete； walking with heads drooping。 Their hip bones lifted above their ridged paunches； their backbones； peaked sharp above； their withers were lean and pinched looking。 In August the desert herbage has lost what little succulence it ever possessed； and the gleanings are scarce worth the walking after。
〃They're pretty thin；〃 Cash observed speculatively； as though be was measuring them mentally for some particular need。
〃We'd have to grain 'em heavy till we struck better feed。 And pack light。〃 Bud answered his thought。
〃The question is； where shall we head for； Bud？ Have you any particular idea？〃 Cash looked slightingly down at the assayer's report。 〃Such as she is； we've done all we can do to the Burro Lode； for a year at least；〃 he said。 〃The assessment work is all doneor will be when we muck out after that last shot。 The claim is filedI don't know what more we can do right away。 Do you？〃
〃Sure thing；〃 grinned Bud。 〃We can get outa here and go some place where it's green。〃
〃Yeah。〃 Cash meditated； absently eyeing the burros。 〃Where it's green。〃 He looked at the near hills； and at the desert； and at the dreary march of the starved animals。 〃It's a long way to green。 country；〃 he said。
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