Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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13. Sonny Boy got well, but Chet was found, the next morning by his wife. This was only one of many deaths caused by a hurricane which swept New England in September,1938. Winston Pierce '39 h» h» ■ • • • ■ Sold - In Cottonwood Valley It was a nice warm May day with just enough breeze to make it com- fortable. Two of the oldest prospectors in the section were making their way down a beautiful little valley. Look, Hank , said Lem Jones. Thar she lays, and just look at that dum brook. If it don 't give us all the gold we want. I'll miss my guess. As the two grizzled old men made their way down into the valley, Lem growled again in his gruff voice, Tarnation, Hank, I'm getting hungry, ain't you? HUh-huh , grunted Hank. Shet your dum trap, and take the packs off them mules, while I go and see if thars any gold in that thar brook. Lem obediently began to take the packs from the mules and was lay- ( ing them on the ground when Hank Seloreeched , Lem, it's here; it s here. And he began furiously to pan the gravel in the bottom of the brook. Lem promptly forgetting what he was d ing, galloped over to the brook where $ank was fairly making the water and gravel fly. Cosh' , sajcd Hank, this is even better than the Silver Knife strike,back in '69. Hank, if you wouldn't talk so much, we could and would prove if thare's as much gold in here as it shows', said Lem disgustedly. It was crawling along toward dark, the food supplies were low, and they were very hungry. Hank, after it was so dark they could no longer see, straightened his aching back and said to the other,Lem, you lignt out for town now gor some more grub , while I stay here and guard this place. You had also better take keer that you donH get drunk, and spill all this about our luck. So early the next morning,Lem started for the nearest town,which was about twenty-five miles away.While he was loafing along he tried to think () of an alibi” for coming to town instead of coming for food. I 11 tell em , he said to himself, in case they get curious, that my pard. Hank, is f dead , and I'm going on to Nevady without him.That ought to satisfy em. There was just one thing still troubling Lem as he drove into town - the fact that he could have no liquor. The first person he met was the stage coach driver, who eyed him M suspiciously. 'Why, Lem, he said. Why,in heck, be you in town, all alone? Lem'then began to tell the story he had invented about his partner being dead. He told this with a few racking sobs to make it more convincing. Then bidding the driver a sobbing good-bye, he walked slowly past the saloon to the general store owned by John Whitly.And his thoughts were far from being on his dead partner .