Black Hills (S.D. and Wyo.) -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- United States -- Fiction
The new superintendent entered at once into the discharge of his
duties. His first care was to sink the shafts mentioned at the first
informal meeting in his own shack. There were ten claims, on which
eleven shafts were planned. The very evening of his return, eleven of
the handiest prospectors in the camp were summoned to Billy's cabin,
where they found awaiting their signatures eleven contracts to sink on
the various claims a specific number of feet at a specified price.
Next morning they looked the ground over. Next noon they signed. Next
afternoon they hired two helpers each, bought powder and fuse, and
sharpened drills. The day after, thirty-five men were busily at work
on the new company's group of claims. It looked like business.
The same noon, Billy's effects began to come in from the East. He had
received a liberal advance on the account of his salary, and the
results were various. Among them were new saddles, a new buckboard, a
new rifle, silver-mounted harness, and a quantity of clothes of rather
loud pattern. But most marvellous was a clean-limbed, deep-chested,
slender running horse, accompanied by a sawed-off English groom. Billy
spent a good share of the next week with this individual, constructing
a corral of small timber in which the new horse might roll about. Each
morning the groom led the animal, astonishingly hooded, blanketed, and
leather-banded, up and down the hundred yards or so of level road which
was all that strip of rugged country offered fit for such delicate
hoofs and fine limbs. The beast always progressed teetering a little
sideways, nearly dragging the groom from his feet. The camp speculated
that Billy had designs on the next great prairie "fair" in the spring,
but the truth is the Westerner had little idea of what his designs
were. He had been pleased with the horse, and had bought it, without
bestowing a thought on expediency. After the novelty of possessing so
thoroughbred a creature had somewhat worn away, he confessed to himself
a slight bewilderment as to what to do with it.
Other interests claimed his attention now. The work on the mines
themselves no longer needed his care. After the hundred feet of shaft
had been quite finished and timbered, he would inspect them in his
official capacity. If the job came up to specifications, he would sign
its acceptance; if it did not, the contractor would have to remedy the
defect. In the meantime he had on hand the building of the camp
itself, for which he had already planned largely.
Lafond climbed the gulch and the knoll, after activity had been well
under way for about a week. He found Billy paying the freight-bills on
several loads of heavy red-painted machinery, while the teamsters spat
and swore just outside the little shack, which he now used as an
office. Billy was signing slips from his new check book. Until he
should have finished, Lafond strolled about examining the grounds.
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