The Sunday Province August 9, 1925

E.L Purkins The Sunday Province August 9, 1925

Note: In later stories Jackson took over Shotwell’s role and visa versa.

Shotwell’s last letter told of the deposit in the San Francisco mint of the gold he had carried out as the result of his season’s operations. But it told more. That was but half of the gold he washed from the wonderful treasure house he had discovered. Unable to carry it all, Shotwell said, he had buried as much as he brought out. His shovel, pick and pan and such camping outfit as he did not require for his trip out to civilization had been buried along the sack of gold, “under a tent-shaped rock, in a valley overlooked by three mountain peaks standing close together.” Full directions were contained in the letter telling how to make the journey in from the head of Pitt Lake to the point where the “golden cache” was buried. Then further directions how to find the ground which Shotwell had worked during the summer. His crude diggings, his equally crude and primitive sluice, boxes, and dump of waste gravel would tell the seeker when he had arrived at the new goldfield. That was all.