Along down Bonanza we stopped and cooked grub.

I went to sleep, and what does Skookum Jim do but try his hand at prospecting.
He'd been watching Henderson, you see.

He goes right slap up to the foot of a birch tree, first pan, fills it with dirt, and washes out more'n a dollar coarse gold.

Then he wakes me up, and I goes at it.

I got two and a half the first lick.