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deep pools and streams over a blue slatey rock, 

 which contains gold under the sand, in the worn 

 holes and crevices. My friend, Mr. McAllister, 

 the schoolmaster at St. Mary's, tells me that one 



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day, when fish were not rising, he scooped out the 

 gravel of one of these holes with his knife, and 

 found a tin)' nugget, after which the gold-hunting 

 fever came on him for a while. But little is got 



