July 6, 1929
Went prospecting with Gus Bremer tonight after work. We will go prospecting for a pocket in the future. Gus is an American born Swede and a real man. It is a compliment to be taken into the confidence of an old prospector like him. We circled the hills and found a likely spot to look for a pocket.
Look carefully to see Gus standing among the weeds on the left side of the photo
July 7, 1929
Have been here exactly two weeks today. And a most miserable day it was. Rain and cold all the time. It snowed up on the mountain tops. They look most beautiful in their white blanket glistening in the light of a July sun. It is so cold that we had to have a fire in the stove to make the bunk house comfortable.
July 8, 1929
Talk about weary. We certainly did have to work today. We worked overtime tonight in moving the granite forward and it was hard labor. The water is beginning to give out. Work will last about three more weeks.
July 9, 1929
The weather looked so stormy this evening that we could not go prospecting. But there will be many more nights to go prospecting. Received a letter from Florence today. She realizes that I have gone out of her life as a lover.
July 10, 1929
We are sweeping the bed rock now. Have cleared quite a space. We must pick up every small stone. Smashed my finger today. Scotty, the graveyard shift foreman asked me if I had his characteristic in the book I have in my mind all I wish to know about him. Went pocket prospecting this evening. Did not find even a color. We climbed over the hills. I carried the pail of water.
July 11, 1929
Gus was too tired to go climbing over the hills tonight to go pocket hunting. We had to work hard all day chopping down trees, etc.
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