mystery of the secret gold mine - chapter 1
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My kids asked that I write a fun book for youth. Set in the town of Redding, California, three kids discover a gold mine entrance in the cellar of their Grandparent's home. Legend says that their Great ancestor, Grandpa Jack, made his fortune mining for Gold in the Redding territory. But as the kids discover the gold mines, they begin to suspect that there are more to the mines than just gold.TRANSCRIPT
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Sean McClure © 2012
Chapter 1
Dark clouds rolled in from the west, hovering over the house
on the river. It was an unusual summer storm for the Northern
California town of Redding, but a refreshing break from the
earlier 105 degree late summer August afternoon.
All three kids made it into the house from the black bottom
swimming pool just as the wind pressed its way up against the
dual paned windows that overlooked the back yard, pool and
the Sacramento River.
Giant sycamore trees reached high into the sky as if to touch
the bottom of the growing cumulonimbus clouds expanding
like water balloons the kids filled earlier in the day. Long
branches on the majestic trees wrestled with each other,
protesting the wind, as if made to dance at a High School
formal.
Outside on the overhanging porch, a thermometer read 86
degrees with the barometer increasing, indicating moisture in
the air. Grandma Lynn waited to close the door behind the
kids, but hesitated while Shasta, the life guard and black
Labrador ushered in at the back of the line. A gust of wind
found its way into the house before Grandma shut the door to
any additional unwanted intruders.
Looking South out of the windows in the rear of the house, a
bright bolt of lightning struck just across from the river, only
several hundred yards away from the house, followed by an
explosive boom that rushed against the bay windows and
pounded each pane like robber searching for treasure. The oak
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floor of the wood paneled house felt the disruption outside
and shuttered under the feet of the wet, towel wrapped
swimmers.
All three kids winced to block the flash of light and jumped
with fright, including the oldest, Tyler who recently
celebrated his fifteenth birthday only a month ago. Seconds
later another lightning bolt lit up the sky and simultaneously
cut the electricity in the house, cutting power to the TV in the
family room.
Fierce lightning pierced a hole in the bottom of the water
balloon cloud, opening a torrent of rain the size of quarters,
smacking the porch as if snapping fingers to a rock band beat.
Evidence of swimmers waves in the pool were replaced with
water kamikaze dive bombers ending their short life that
began moments ago only five hundred feet above.
Pappy rose up from his chair in the family room, unaffected
by the sudden storm outside, and called out to the kids, “Who
wants to hear a story about the gold mines of Redding?”
The kids loved their Pappy’s stories and the way he came up
with a story on the fly and acted it out. They were on the edge
of their seats and never wanted the stories to end. Shasta was
equally excited to be part of the story, or maybe it was just
that she could sit between three kids who would pet her
during the entire story. The ten year old dog followed behind
pappy into the living room on the other side of the house.
“I do.” Exclaimed Ben, the youngest of the three kids and four
years younger than Tyler.
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Alison, was almost dry and took her towel with her so she
could dry up any drops of water she left behind on the
hardwood floor. “Me too.” Said the thirteen-year old without
hesitation.
Tyler was excited about the story, but his teenage status
would not allow him to act excited or interested in the same
way he was when he was his youngest brother’s age. He
followed Ben into the tiled living room where each found a
seat on the floor facing Pappy who sat in the leather chair next
to the empty and unlit fireplace.
More lightning found its way in through the windows and
illuminated the house, inside and out. Nighttime would not
come for another four hours, but the thick clouds blocked the
scorching sun, leaving the impression of late evening.
Grandma lit some candles to add ambient light into the room.
Pappy settled into his chair as Grandma took a seat on the
opposite facing couch. Light flickered from the wicks of
sweet smelling candles, licking the air and fluttering across
the walls and Pappy’s face, as if invisible shadows walked
throughout the room. Each kid used their own towel for a
cushion against the hard floor, with Shasta laying sprawled in
front of the kids who were already transfixed on Pappy.
Pappy’s gray eyebrows rose above his widening eyes, as he
leaned forward as if telling a secret that nobody else should
hear. His shifting body caused the leather beneath him to
moan. Placing his elbows on his knees he gestured with his
hands to open the scene of the story, and began in a deep
whispery voice.
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“This story is real. It was passed down from my grandfather to
my father, and I passed it down to your father. This land by
the river we own, along with the tens of thousands of acres
throughout Redding including where the barn and the hilltop
are. This story is about how we got that land.
“It’s a story of old miners, lots of bright shiny gold, dark
caverns and real live ghosts. Bruuhha haaa haaa haaa.” Pappy
added for emphasis with his hands raised high in the air as if
he were going to sweep down and snatch up the kids. Smiles
covered each of their faces and the two younger ones recoiled
a bit at the gesture.
“It all started in 1852 when the gold rush became a way of
living for the young and old alike. Your great, great, great
grandfather had already built a house, this house, as a matter
of fact. It has since been re-built several times, but this is
where the first gold nugget was found.”
“How big was it?” Asked teenage Tyler, a bit more
enthusiastically than he had intended.
“It was this big.” Pappy made a circle with his hand the size
of a quarter. “He found it right down there at the river bank.”
Pappy extended his right arm and pointed out the back
window beyond the formal dining room to the river less than a
hundred yards away.
“Redding was rich with gold, but our great ancestor knew that
gold was limited along the river bank. He was a geologist and
land surveyor and he knew where to look for gold.”
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Ben held up his hand and interrupted, “What’s a geeligist and
sir-bayer?” he asked, struggling with the unfamiliar words.
Pappy chuckled and explained. “A geologist is someone who
looks at rocks and dirt and takes samples to know what is
deep in the ground. A surveyor makes maps. As you can
guess, these are two very important skills to have if you want
to dig for gold.”
Pappy paused a moment to settle the mood and then
continued. “His name was Jack, we’ll call him Grandpa Jack.
He knew he could find gold here. Lots of gold. So he and his
sons started to dig in the areas he thought there would be gold,
and guess what?” The kids hung on every word, so Pappy
continued, “He found gold, lots of it. But there was only so
much he and his family could do on their own, so they started
to employ miners to dig deep into the ground. They had found
enough gold already that they could buy dynamite and tools
for going deeper into the earth and finding gold where nobody
else wanted to look. As they mined more gold they bought the
land over the areas they were mining so that no other
prospectors could dig where they were. At one point they had
thousands of men digging hundreds of tunnels all over
Redding. Most of these men would live, but some of them
would die.”
Another lightning bolt split the air, illuminating the sky and
finding its way in through the curtain-less windows, dancing
on Pappy’s grey beard and stately glasses. Wind continued
pressing on the windows, looking for a way in but finding
none. Shasta, sitting between the kids and Pappy, lifted her
head, ears perked as if to hear an un audible noise beyond the
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human hearing spectrum. She decided the noise was not worth
pursuing and rested her head again on her two front paws.
Tyler, turned his attention from outside and asked, “But didn’t
the miners steal gold from grandpa Jack? I mean they were
down there mining it, they could easily take some for
themselves and become rich.”
“There were many thief’s among the miners. Many who put
gold nuggets in their mouth or try to hide it in their boots. But
grandpa Jack knew all the tricks of these miners and he would
fire them immediately and make sure they could not get work
at any of the other mines in Shasta County. Grandpa Jack paid
a good wage to get the best miners. They made more money
working for grandpa Jack than they would have anywhere
else, including their own prospecting. Although many left to
chase their own riches, they would many times come back to
work so they could earn a living. The miners respected
Grandpa Jack. They knew he was a tough man, not to be
double crossed, but he respected his workers back and they
remained honest during their employ with him.”
Rain thumped the roof of the large river house as if thousands
of little men repelled from the bottom of the clouds to the top
of the house, then tumbling to the edge of the roof and falling
to the ground.
Alison saw a hole in the story and asked, “How did Grandpa
Jack check thousands of men every day after work? That
would take days just to make sure nobody stole the gold.”
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“Grandpa Jack hired supervisors and managers, making each
responsible for each set of miners. Grandpa Jack had an idea
of how much gold he should be receiving each day and if he
did not receive that much, people would be fired from their
job.”
Another rumble, this time from a far distance, but loud and
strong enough to cause everyone to peer out the window as if
the rumble was a bulldozer waiting outside the front of the
house for its order to destroy.
“By the time Grandpa Jack finished mining for gold, he was a
multi-millionaire, and he had purchased thousands of acres of
land to protect his tunnels from other mines.”
“But why haven’t we heard about grandpa Jack when we go
to Turtle Bay and learn about Redding history?” asked Tyler.
“Grandpa Jack was a very powerful man, and a very good
friend with the man whom Redding was named after,
Benjamin Redding.”
“Hey, that’s my name.” Proclaimed Ben who was excited that
Pappy would name a character after him.
“Yes, you two share the same name.” Pappy acknowledged.
“Benjamin Redding controlled the newspapers and was a
politician here. As with any politician and businessman, they
like money, and since grandpa Jack had a lot of it, he paid Mr.
Redding a lot of money to keep his name out of the papers
and to keep land purchases hushed. When Mr. Redding died
in 1882 he took a lot of grandpa Jack’s secrets with him. The
only thing we know for sure is that Grandpa Jack hired men to
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dig mines and we only know this because of stories that were
told by miners, but nothing was really official. We know that
Grandpa Jack owned a lot of land because we have the deed to
most of it. Throughout each generation, some land is sold so
we do not have as much now as we used to, but it was all that
gold that bought this land. And you all have been to the old
Redding Saloon and Hotel by the fish hatchery. That is now a
historical monument and is protected by the State, but grandpa
Jack built that hotel for travelers along the Sacramento river.”
“What happened to all of the mines?” Alison asked.
“Who knows. There are stories of people who have tried to
locate the mines and while some say they have, it turns out
that it can’t be because the stories from the miners talk about
miles and miles of tunnels, and the mines people find on
grandpa Jack’s property don’t go very far before they dead
end. As a matter of fact, there is a old mine shaft on the
Redding airport property to the east of the runways. That
property belonged to grandpa Jack, but was sold by my father
in 1942.”
“Pappy, you said there were ghosts. What about the ghosts?”
Ben asked with trepid excitement.
“The Ghost of miner Joe.” Pappy began.
“Is the ghost real too?” Ben added.
As if on queue, a flash, then another, followed by two
simultaneous roars permeated the house, interrupting the
story, while the wind had a voice of its own. Wind is invisible
except when it carries with it rain or leaves or dirt. Rain did
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not fall sideways either, but this storm found unity in the wind
and water drops, as together the rain made the wind visible
and the wind carried the rain to a destination other than
straight down.
“Legend has it that Joe was one of the first miners Grandpa
Jack hired. Joe was a quiet man, kept to himself and was a
good hard worker.
“After a year of working with grandpa, miner Joe was setting
dynamite to carve out a tunnel. Another miner who did not
like Joe very well caught Joe alone in this tunnel. A fight
broke out between the two men. They say it was because Joe
caught this other miner stealing gold, dynamite and supplies.
Instead of turning a blind eye, Joe was going to tell the
supervisor at the end of that night’s shift. Others heard the
commotion and broke up the fight, but not before on man fell
back against the ignitor box for the dynamite. The delay was 8
seconds before the dynamite erupted. One miner screamed out
‘fire in the hole!’ causing the group of men to scatter, but the
original miner pushed Joe back into the tunnel, catching Joe
off guard and off balance. As the thief fled, Joe lost his
footing and fell backwards. By the time Joe could have found
himself back on his feet, the dynamite responded to the
request of the ignitor box, and BOOM!” Pappy screamed,
motioning with his hands high above his head, and standing to
his feet. His emphasis was enhanced by the roar and rumble of
the excited storm outside.
Grandma jumped along with kids, and they shared a chuckle
before Pappy sat down and continued the tale in a hushed
voice.
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“Miner Joe never made it out alive. But he lingers in the mine
searching for justice. Miners who worked with Grandpa Jack
over the years said they heard voices and felt a breeze pass by
them, when there was no air flow in the tunnels.”
Shadows in the room danced as the tips of each candle
resisted a gentle breeze from the unknown, causing light to
flicker throughout the room.
Shasta, took notice of the unusual occurrence and spoke
through a low throaty growl, warning the invisible imposter to
leave. She was satisfied with her warning and lowered her
head, but her ears remained attentive, and her eyes focused on
the window to the front yard.
Pappy finished with “The last man out of the tunnel on the
last day that grandpa Jack had his gold mines open, displayed
a white face, despite the dirt and soot from the tunnels, and his
eyes spoke of fear. The words that were spoken from the
man’s mouth were: ‘He’s not dead, he’s still down there.’”