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bread that I had gotten in the City and vinegar I did not want to open
the packs for. I heard wild cattle bellowing and grizzly bears might
come along and get to smelling of the food. While I was gone Jonathan
got sick and nearly died.

Along about November we left there, as we were afraid the snow
would get too deep for us to work during the winter. We went back to
Sacramento, laid in a supply of food and went east near Hangtown Placerville, California, or
Placer Mills, as it was sometimes called.

There we found good digging, and as we couldn't get provision up
there after the rainy season had set in as the mules and wagon would mire
down, Jonathan took the mules and brought up 1100 lbs. of provision.
Jonathan was a good deer hunter and he kept us well supplied with venison
and some to sell. We could get $1.25 a pound for any kind of provision
we had on hand that we could spare. We took one boarder, a man
named Goldie from St. Louis at $16.00 a week. We camped out the first
two weeks while we were building a shanty. It rained nearly all the
time those two weeks, but we got our cabin done and when we moved into
it were very comfortable. It was made of logs and clapboards for
covering.

The next summer John got tired of digging gold, so he went down
and hired out to a ranchman named Scofield for $200.00 a month and
board. Scofield hired a Mormon boy to help part of the time. There
was a deep pool of water nearby, about 30 feet deep, where they practised [practiced]
diving nearly every day, each trying to see which could dive