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Mr. Bidwell advised me to take the latter route and very kindly went out into the canon to see that I got started right. [Again] It was a clear, cool morning and I made fine progress, reaching Oliver Rose's place about one o'clock. Here I met several men with whom I afterwards became well acquainted. Among them was Mr. Luther Morse, whose subsequent friendship was destined to bring about most important results. After talking with those people for a few minutes and being assured that I would find my uncle in Goodsprings, I resumed my journey. About four miles further on I came to a tent up against the south side of Hoodoo hill where I met Messers Anderson, Lowell and Root who had recently located the Bonanza hill claims. They assured me that I was on the right road, and I was cautioned not to follow the wagon tracks that turned to the left at "Kirby Wash". It was almost dusk when I reached the Columbia Summit but there was a fine moon that evening so I had no trouble in keeping the way. It was beginning to feel uneasy lest I had made some mistake in the road when I saw a faint light ahead and, a moment later, a second light. I had been told that my uncle lived in the second house so I passed by the first one. Knocking at the door of the second house I found my uncle A. E. Thomas, William Stanley, formerly of Circleville, Kansas, the aged rancher James Wilson. As I had not seen my uncle since I was a small boy and then only twice I had to introduce myself.My uncle prepared me some supper and all of us talked until probably two o'clock. In my conversation I made repeated references to the Keystone mine of which I had heard so much