None was to be had and so we tramped on again.

The next day we met a real live Yankee with a one-horse wagon, peddling tin ware in regular Eastern style, We inquired of him about the road and prospects, and he gave us an encouraging idea--said all was good.

He told us where to stop the next night at a small town called Sugar Creek.

It had but a few houses and was being built up as a mining town, for some lead ore had been found there.

There were as many Irish as English miners here, a rough class of people.