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Joan saw that she stood high up on the slope, looking down upon the

gold-ca scene, but not beautiful To Kells

it must have been so, but to Joan it was even more hideous than the

slash in the forest Here and there, everywhere, were rude dugouts,

little huts of brush, an occasional tent, and an occasional log

cabin; and as she looked farther and farther these crude habitations

of nified in number and in dimensions till the white and

black broken, ulch

"Wal, boss, what do you say to thet diggin's?" demanded Jesse Smith

Kells drew a deep breath "Old forty-niner, this beats all I ever

saw!"

"Shore I've seen Sacraazed with fixed eyes, and, however different their

emotions, they rivaled each other in attention

"Jesse, what's the word?" queried Kells, with a sharp return to the

business of the matter

"I've picked a site on the other side of camp Best fer us," he

replied

"Shall we keep to the road?"

"Certain-lee," he returned, with his grin

Kells hesitated, and felt of his beard, probably conjecturing the

possibilities of recognition

"Whiskers make another man of you Reckon you needn't expect to be