Chapter 18
AWAKENING.“Flap-Jacks,” said ’Tana, softly, so as to reach no ear but that
of the squaw, who came in from Harris’ cabin to find the parasol of
Miss Slocum, who was about to walk in the sunshine. To the red
creature of the forest this parasol seemed the most wonderfully
beautiful thing of all the strange things which the white squaws
made use of. “Flap-Jacks, are they gone?”
Three weeks had gone by, three weeks of miraculous changes in
the beauty of their wild nook along the trail of the old river.
“Twin Springs,” the place was called now—Twin Spring Mines.
Already men were at work on the new lode, and doing placer digging
for the free gold in the soil. Wooden rails were laid to the edge
of the stream, and over it the small, rude car was pushed with the
new ore down
