OOmMAMU ZA, ZHZOS 
XVII. 
T now behooves me to 
state that, between the 
events of the last chap- 
ter and this, Nimrod 
and I heard the hum, 
the wail, and _ the 
shriek that make the song of the 
Westinghouse brake before we found 
ourselves deposited at the flourishing 
mining camp of Red Ridge in the 
Arizona Rockies, nine thousand feet in 
the air. 
Did ever a tenderfoot escape from 
the mountains without at least having 
a try at making his or her fortune in 
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