Silver and Gold: A Story of Luck and Love in a Western Mining CampCoolidge, Dane
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Silver and Gold: A Story of Luck and Love in a Western Mining Camp
Coolidge, Dane
Gold mines and mining -- Fiction; Silver mines and mining -- Fiction; Western stories
"Yes, and look what happened to copper when the war broke out?" cried
Bunker Hill derisively, "it went down to eleven cents. But is it down to
eleven now? Well, not so you'd notice it--thirty-one would be more like
it--and all on account of the metal trust. They smashed copper down,
then bought it all up, and now they're boosting the price. Well, they'll
do the same with silver."
"Aw, you're crazy," came back Big Boy, "they need copper to make
munitions to sell to those nations over in Europe; but what can you make
out of silver?"
"Oh, nothing," jeered Bunker, "but I'll tell you what you _can_
do--you can use it to pay for your copper! You hadn't figured that out,
now had you? Well, here now, let me tell _you_ a few things. These
people that are running the metal-buying trust are smart, see--they look
way ahead. They know that after we've grabbed all the gold away from
Europe those nations will have to have some other metal to stand behind
their money--and that metal is going to be silver. The big operators up
in Tonopah ain't selling their silver now, they're storing it away in
vaults, because they know in a little while all the nations in the world
are going to be bidding for silver. And say, do you see that line of
hills? There's silver enough buried underneath them to pay the national
debt of the world."
He paused and nodded his head impressively and Big Boy broke into a
grin.
"Say," he said, "you must have some claim for sale, like an old feller I
met over in New Mex.
"'W'y, young man,' he says when I wouldn't bite, 'you're passing up the
United States Mint. If you had Niagara Falls to furnish the power, and
all hell to run the blast furnace, and the whole State of Texas for a
dump, you couldn't extract the copper from that property inside of a
million years. It's big, I'm telling you, it's big!' And all he wanted
for his claim was a thousand dollars, down."
"Aw, you make me tired," confessed Bunker Hill frankly, now that he saw
his sale gone glimmering, "I see you're never going to get very far.
You'll tramp back to Globe and blow in your money and go back to
polishing a drill. W'y, a young man like you, if he had any ambition,
could buy one of these claims for little or nothing and maybe make a
fortune. I'll tell you what I'll do--you stay around here a while and
look at some of my claims; and if you see something you like----"
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