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Garden Master
Oh, thank you for asking, Marshall! I've had my 1/3rd caffeinated and it's dark as my closet outside . . . But, I'm going to take it right off the top of my head, with no research on the net to make sure I've got it right - this is the stuff of legends
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After Mr. Pritchard found some gold up what came to be called Pritchard Creek - there may have been a mule involved but I dis-remember - Here Come The '49'ers! Actually, it may have been the next group because if'n they were '49'ers, they'd be about 30 years older.
Wyatt, and his brother, were in some difficulties down in Kansas and must have decided it would be best to head north to kind of cool their heals for awhile. The dust could settle back home in western Kansas but it was gold dust that they thought they'd find in the mountains of Idaho.
Really, they were about the most common kind of opportunists. I don't want to disparage their courage in the face of gunfire and all but the Earps really just wanted to lay out a couple of claims, for luck you know, and set up a big tent for a saloon and appeal to the most base interests of their kind. They were, of course, paramount examples of their kind - gamblers. They'd have important jobs with Goldman Sachs if they were around today.
Now because this was just ungoverned territory, no one knew whether Shoshone or Kootenai County was supposed to be keeping the peace there in Eagle City on the pristine banks of Pritchard Creek. So, the politicians down in Couer d'Alene did what politicians do, they put Wyatt in as a deputy sheriff and gave him a badge. Meanwhile, Shoshone County installed a "real" sheriff and set him down in Eagle City. Would it surprise you that there is no more Eagle City? No, the place doesn't even rise to the level of a ghost town.
I don't think it had much to do with "deputy" Earp and the Sheriff of Shoshone County. No, it was the nature of the entire enterprise - and I use that word loosely. See, make a claim - you know, you've got a shovel, a pan & a wheelbarrow, there's water in the creek down below for washing out some dirt. Then you sit back and wait for the big boys to come along and buy you out. Of course, you are going to be rich so you do your sitting in the Earp Brothers saloon, drinking cheap whiskey and playing faro.
The Big Boy did show up. Guggenheim probably waited until 1 or another economic crises had hit the nation, all the riff-raft had cleared out for parts unknown, their claims had all gone back to the county (Shoshone) for back taxes, and he could cut a sweetheart deal with the local politicians. (Remember those fellows?) Anyway, he was the guy who did the actual mining. Well, the guys working for him did. They set up huge pumps in the creek and washed off the mountainsides with massive hoses! Yeah, that's your placer mining heroes and the guy who built a shrine or 2 for himself by setting aside a little of his will for a couple of museums.
Oh and remember that creek? You still can't find that creek under the massive pile of rocks they washed down off those hillsides over 100 years ago. Maybe in another 1,000 years, and barring misfortune, the creek will appear above ground again.
Molly B'Darn? (Did you know that TEG corrects our English? It's just as well.) Molly lived further up that creek on the road over the mountains to the other fork of the Coeur d'Alene River. She was mostly out of the way of all that hydraulic sluicing hell that Guggenheim's boys were creating. Molly had a little saloon too and what else was none of my business. She was probably more of the founder of the little town of Murray than whoever Murray was. Anyway, that little town is still there and it's pretty darn cute! I take a drive up that way every few years, or so. Trying not to look at the creek on the way. Wyatt's place? Just a f*rt in the breeze. The country's coming back, tho'. There's quite a bit of green around there. No gold except the autumn leaves - and just forget about the darn gold!
Steve
edited because i correct my english, too
After Mr. Pritchard found some gold up what came to be called Pritchard Creek - there may have been a mule involved but I dis-remember - Here Come The '49'ers! Actually, it may have been the next group because if'n they were '49'ers, they'd be about 30 years older.
Wyatt, and his brother, were in some difficulties down in Kansas and must have decided it would be best to head north to kind of cool their heals for awhile. The dust could settle back home in western Kansas but it was gold dust that they thought they'd find in the mountains of Idaho.
Really, they were about the most common kind of opportunists. I don't want to disparage their courage in the face of gunfire and all but the Earps really just wanted to lay out a couple of claims, for luck you know, and set up a big tent for a saloon and appeal to the most base interests of their kind. They were, of course, paramount examples of their kind - gamblers. They'd have important jobs with Goldman Sachs if they were around today.
Now because this was just ungoverned territory, no one knew whether Shoshone or Kootenai County was supposed to be keeping the peace there in Eagle City on the pristine banks of Pritchard Creek. So, the politicians down in Couer d'Alene did what politicians do, they put Wyatt in as a deputy sheriff and gave him a badge. Meanwhile, Shoshone County installed a "real" sheriff and set him down in Eagle City. Would it surprise you that there is no more Eagle City? No, the place doesn't even rise to the level of a ghost town.
I don't think it had much to do with "deputy" Earp and the Sheriff of Shoshone County. No, it was the nature of the entire enterprise - and I use that word loosely. See, make a claim - you know, you've got a shovel, a pan & a wheelbarrow, there's water in the creek down below for washing out some dirt. Then you sit back and wait for the big boys to come along and buy you out. Of course, you are going to be rich so you do your sitting in the Earp Brothers saloon, drinking cheap whiskey and playing faro.
The Big Boy did show up. Guggenheim probably waited until 1 or another economic crises had hit the nation, all the riff-raft had cleared out for parts unknown, their claims had all gone back to the county (Shoshone) for back taxes, and he could cut a sweetheart deal with the local politicians. (Remember those fellows?) Anyway, he was the guy who did the actual mining. Well, the guys working for him did. They set up huge pumps in the creek and washed off the mountainsides with massive hoses! Yeah, that's your placer mining heroes and the guy who built a shrine or 2 for himself by setting aside a little of his will for a couple of museums.
Oh and remember that creek? You still can't find that creek under the massive pile of rocks they washed down off those hillsides over 100 years ago. Maybe in another 1,000 years, and barring misfortune, the creek will appear above ground again.
Molly B'Darn? (Did you know that TEG corrects our English? It's just as well.) Molly lived further up that creek on the road over the mountains to the other fork of the Coeur d'Alene River. She was mostly out of the way of all that hydraulic sluicing hell that Guggenheim's boys were creating. Molly had a little saloon too and what else was none of my business. She was probably more of the founder of the little town of Murray than whoever Murray was. Anyway, that little town is still there and it's pretty darn cute! I take a drive up that way every few years, or so. Trying not to look at the creek on the way. Wyatt's place? Just a f*rt in the breeze. The country's coming back, tho'. There's quite a bit of green around there. No gold except the autumn leaves - and just forget about the darn gold!
Steve
edited because i correct my english, too