The rest of us kept on mining.  Our luck was not very good, but we persevered, for there was nothing to be gained by fainting by the way.  I went into an old abandoned shaft about ten feet deep and found the bottom filled with a big quartz boulder, and as I had been a lead miner in Wisconsin, I began drifting, and soon found bed rock, when I picked up a piece of pure gold that weighed four ounces.  This was what I called a pretty big find, and not exactly what I called gold dust.  It was quite a surprise to me, for the gravel on the bed rock was only about three or four inches thick.

We kept on drifting for some time, sometimes making good wages, and on the whole so satisfactory that we concluded to stay.  We now located some claims back in the flat where the ground would be thirty feet deep, and would have to be drifted.  These we managed to hold until winter, and in the meantime we worked along the river and could make something all the time.

We put in a flume between two falls on the Middle Fork, but made only wages, and I got my arm nearly broken, and had to work with one hand for nearly a month.

One afternoon I went crevicing up the river, and found a crevice at the water’s edge about half an inch wide, and the next day we worked it out getting forty ounces, and many of the pieces were about an inch long and as large around as a pipe-stem.

Winter was now near by, and we set to work to build a cabin and lay in a stock of grub, which cost quite a good deal, for the self-raising flour which we bought was worth twenty cents a pound, and all kinds of hog meat fifty cents, with other supplies in proportion.  Our new claims now paid very well.  Snow came down to the depth of about four feet around our cabin, but as our work was under ground, we had a comfortable place all winter.

In the spring McCloud and I went to Sacramento and sold our chunks of gold (it was all very coarse) to Page, Bacon & Co. who were themselves surprised at the coarseness of the whole lot.  When our savings were weighed up we found we had made half an ounce a day, clear of all expenses, for the entire year.

We now took a little run down to San Francisco, also to Santa Clara where we staid a night or two with Mr. McCloud’s friend, Mr. Otterson, and then went back to our claims again.  In taking care of our money we had to be our own bankers, and the usual way was to put the slugs we received for pay into a gallon pickle jar, and bury this in some place known only to our particular selves, and these vaults we considered perfectly safe.  The slugs were fifty dollar pieces, coined for convenience, and were eight-sided, heavy pieces.  In the western counties the people called them “Adobies,” but among the miners they were universally known as “Slugs.”

The winter proved a little lonesome, the miners mostly staid at home and worked.  During the year we had been here I had not seen a respectable woman in this mining country.  There were few females here, and they were said to be of very doubtful character.  As a general thing people were very patient with their wickedness, but not always.