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Rich? Why should any man remain poor? Work? Why should work be known,

save the labor of picking up pure gold--done, finished, delivered at

hand to waiting and weary huer

exist Hu no old, gold! Do you old! The sun had arisen at last on the

rieve no uments such as these did not lack and were not needed with the

erants It took but a leap to the last conclusion Go to California?

Why should they not go? Had it not been foreordained that they should

get the news here, before it was too late? Fifty miles more and they had

lost it A week earlier and they would not have known it for a year Go

to Oregon and plow? Why not go to California and dig in a day what a

ploould earn in a year?

Call it stubbornness or steadfastness, at least Jesse Wingate's strength

of resolution now became manifest At first alon in the council with his captains

They stood near the Wingate wagon, the same which had carried him into

Indiana, thence into Illinois, now this far on the long way to Oregon

Old and gray was Mary Ann, as he called his wagon, by now, the paint

ground from felly, spoke and hub, the sides dust covered, the tilt