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    een es for Joon,  possible for er to pay off certain debts and to journey ners into t after a fabled lost mine, tory of ry. Many men  it; feurned from t. t mine eeped in tragedy and sery. No one kne man. t tradition stopped before it got back to  and ramso it, and to te of imony s t hland.

    But no living man ed treasure on and Pete and o t on an unknorail to acy miles up to t into te River, passed tion, and il te itself became a streamlet, tanding peaks .

    Joon asked little of man or nature.  and a rifle o te, Indian fased raveling; and if o find it, like t on traveling, secure in t sooner or later o it. So, on t journey into t, straig ion and tools principally made up timecard less future.

    to Buck it range places. For  a time teadily, day after day; and for less pans of dirt by t of times t imes ted riotously, all according to tune of ing. Summer arrived, and dogs and men, packs on ted across blue mountain lakes, and descended or ascended unknos .

    t, and back and forted ted vastness, rue. t across divides in summer blizzards, s sun on naked mountains betimber line and ternal snoo summer valleys amid ss and flies, and in tra. In trated a ry, sad and silent, he melancholy rippling of waves on lonely beaches.

    And ter terated trails of men , an ancient pat Cabin seemed very near. But tery, as t and t remained a mystery. Anotime time-graven ted blankets Joon found a long-barreled flintlock.  for a ,  o t ts.

    Spring came