For all that, he made progress, and as he pushed on the adit his confidence in the vein grew stronger.

Expenses were heavy, but the ore would pay for all.
He grew thin and rather haggard.

Sleeping in the snow one night with half-dried moccasins, he found his foot frozen when he awoke, and the dead part galled.

He limped as he went about the mine, and soon afterwards his hand was nipped by a machine and the wound would not heal.

He held on, however; meeting his troubles cheerfully and encouraging his men, and the ore-dump began to grow.
His party was not alone, for soon after he got to work three men drove in their stakes behind his block of claims.