Frank Williams memoir, page 5

since leaving Fenner. As my uncle and Mr. Stanley had no interest in this mine and were, possibly, a little jealous of its phenominal success, one of them remarked "Why, you seem to think that the Keystone is the whole thing in this camp." "Well, I replied, I have been hearing a great deal about that mine. Over in Vanderbilt one of the men with whom I was eating supper said that an old man up north was hauling dead cows to the Keystone and selling them for beef. It so happened that the old gentleman, Mr. Wilson, of Cottonwood Ranch, who was stopping at the house that evening, was the man who furnished beef for the Keystone and had delivered a load that day. Thus very unconsciously I had "put my foot into it" quite a little and a general laugh ensued. Mr. Wilson used to refer to this incident when he chanced to meet me for many years afterward.Next morning, December 22 my uncle, in response to my inquiry said that he could put me to work in a few days. For the next 5 days I stayed in Goodsprings, making two or three trips with my uncle and Mr. Stanley to mines where they had men engaged in assessment work.There were just the two houses in Goodsprings then. About a month later a man named Marsh came in from somewhere around Tecopa, I think it was, and built a store house about 100 feet north of where the Goodsprings hotel how stands, and opened a little store and saloon. Soon after Samuel Yount pitched a good sized tent where the George Fayle store now stands and likewise sold general merchandise and liquor.On December 27, my uncle moved me over to the Keystone where I engaged board and next day began work on the Old Timer Mine. My uncle went to the mine with me that afternoon