BH: What rumors have you heard about that?
Glen: Oh, they had to have the sheriff come and take 'em off. Duncan wasn't going to leave at all. He was going to stay there, and. . . There's a great big mine right back of Duncan there. Here's a story—they were mining up there, and they had a boy hauling water on burros, clear up on top—to the miners? And ah. . . he would get tired and sit down all along the way up there, and he had a pick ax. And he was always a pickin' at the rocks. Well, he picked—sat down on a big old rock there one day, and was a pickin' at it, and found what he thought was gold. So he took it and had it analyzed, and it was—gold. So he never said anything to anybody—he just went back. And that night he took his burros and sledgehammer, and went and busted that rock all up, and got—he got several thousand dollars out of it.
BH: Really?
Glen: Yeah—they sent it to the mill, you know, and all, and so then. . . the miners come in there and went up on that hill, and they dug holes all over that. And they went up from Duncan camp—they went in and drilled a big tunnel that you could drive a team in, clear back in there. And they never hit another pan of gold.
BH: But this kid had a. . .
Glen: Just that one rock up there on top. That's kind of funny, isn't it?
BH: It is. Makes you wonder.
Glen: Yeah. That's like a story I heard one time. The guys was all—I think it was California—a couple of guys, kind of greenhorns—and they wanted to know where to dig for gold. And they said, "Oh, right over there under that tree." I guess they struck it rich under that tree. That's a story I heard—I don't know.
BH: How old was this kid that busted up the rock?
Glen: Oh, he was just. . . oh, about fourteen or fifteen years old.
BH: What a story!