“As soon as we got to our first gold field, Gump, my second husband, began to show his true colors. He put up a dirty canvas tent for me and my babies, then spent maybe two whole days in the creek bed, after which the only gold that crossed his palms was at the card table. He was low-grade oar, make no mistake – I couldn’t have jumped a worse claim. And me the only woman in that camp with about 3,000 ugly men!” Read more