Black Hills (S.D. and Wyo.) -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- United States -- Fiction
"I got a first class shelf down in the Nugget," he said; "an' I think
if we'd jest put a line of samples along it from all the claims, and
label 'em, it would be a pretty good 'ad,' don't you?"
Billy did. So the two "sampled" as carefully as for an assay test in
the School of Mines at Rapid. About half of the result Lafond
exhibited as he had suggested, but the rest he preserved carefully for
assay tests of his own.
To be sure, Billy had quite freely shown him his own official tests
made at the School of Mines, but Lafond wanted his information more
direct. He could not doubt the accuracy of the reports. But there was
always a possibility that the sampling had not been fairly done. He
was sure of these other "averages," for he had helped take them. He
liked to have things under his own eye, and it was for this reason he
had first suggested to Durand that he would like to take lessons in the
art of assaying.
At first he had intended to use the old entomologist merely as a
convenience, but later, as he became more intimate with the man through
his work, he actually began to entertain for him a friendship--his
first in over fifteen years. With all men he had been friendly; with
none had he been friends. Here he proved a really generous emotion,
opening his heart to the soft influences of affection and memory,
allowing himself in this one instance an intimacy absolutely without
ulterior motive. It all dated from the first day, when a chance
question of Durand's touched the springs of the half-breed's youth.
They had adjourned that afternoon to the workshop, where Durand built a
charcoal fire in a little furnace and gathered about him a choice
assortment of curious implements. After the furnace was well heated,
he roasted the ore Lafond had brought with him, heating it through and
through, until finally the fumes of sulphur, antimony and arsenic
ceased to arise from the chalk-lined iron basin. While the process was
going forward Durand explained pleasantly the various steps of the
chemical change, interspersing much extraneous information--as, for
instance, how Winkler, Tcheffkin and Merrick claim that there is here a
loss of gold, which Crookes denies--to all of which Michaïl Lafond lent
but an inattentive ear. He was little interested in theory; but
observing the old man's delight in the scientific aspect of the
experiment, he feigned corresponding pleasure on his own part.
Then they spread a flux of granulated lead over a crucible, in
appropriate juxtaposition with the roasted ore. For nearly two hours
it was fused; and as there was nothing to do until the slag of
impurities had formed about the bright metal in the centre, the men
talked much to each other while waiting.
When the ore was completely fused, Durand seized the result in a pair
of forceps. With a small hammer he broke away the great masses of
clotted slag. A small bright metal button remained.
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