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The Goldsmith and the Stone Pg. 21

The Goldsmith and the Stone Pg. 21

“We could rig up a slack-line type of operation! Power plant at one end, well heck! We could use Ronnie’s steam engine, anchor a tower supported by guy lines.” Conversation was flowing as the men gathered together the next day, brain storming as Mammy’s coffee, eggs and hash-browns were being devoured for a day of work. “You mean dump the gravel from the buckets onto a grizzly?” was heard as a mouthful of hash-browns were washed down with steaming fresh coffee that swirled with cream. “Yeah, we can wash em by force with jets of water from the river and make a belt to dump..” Goldsmith broke in at this point, knowing this procedure was digging blind and not the most efficient way to do things. “Listen fellows, this method is ineffective and not a way to be in operation for long. Firstly we need to get the cat up to the mine and see what kind of trouble we are looking at.”
A consensus was made, breakfast devoured and the team gathered their coats and boots and made their way to the site of destruction to see what they were in for.
They arrived, the cat behind but catching up to the group of ten fellows as they carefully examined the wreckage. It looked as if no entrance would be made that day when Peter, one of the older miners exclaimed, “Over here guys! Over here! Look!”
The team urgently moved to the spot he was standing on. There to be seen was an unusual opening in the corner of the massive rock. A large and deep crack appeared that seemed to go down into the ground quite a ways. Goldsmith and Black Jack had their flashlights as they stood near the crevasse and peaked down. “Where did this come from?” Goldsmith said thinking out loud. The men all gathered in awe and wondered how such an explosion could have revealed this deep drop.
“Well I’ll be,” said Black Jack. “I had always heard of the deep crevasse in this area, never found it and thought it to be a legend, bedtime story…well I’ll be…” was all he said.
Goldsmith too, in all of his studies of the maps and history began to feel a chill of awe and excitement flood his veins. He mumbled just loud enough, if one strained their ears to hear, “the legend of the gold veins deep into the mountains heart….” was all he said.
The team looked into the depths of the mountain, as if looking on a heart transplant. Not a word was spoken. The cat finally arrived as the snow once again began to gently fall without notice, every eye looking down, deep into the heart of the mountain.

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