"Ye'll be kapin' mum about what's in yer mind, young feller, ef ye don't want to bring the dom Forest Service on yer trail.

Ef it was me, I'd buy me a bag of salt fer me mines--I would thot." "Well, by George!" The professor stared.

"What has salt-- ?" "A-ah, an' there's where ye're ign'rant, young feller, wit' all yer buke l'arnin'.

'Tis gold I mean--gold thot ye can show t' thim thot gits cur'us.

But if it was me, I'd sink me shaf' in a likelier spot than what this spot is--I wuddn't be bringing up durt like this, an' be callin' the hole a mine! I kin show ye places where ye kin git the color an' have the luke of a mine if ye haven't the gold.