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Uncle Bill loved his gulch, and David and Goliath loved / Uncle Bill. When trouble came they promised to stick by / him to the bitter end -- which wasn't so bitter, after all.
It was a long distance from the beaten roads to where "Old Harmless" had his cabin; quite over the top of ridges, down across intervening valleys, around mountain shelves where a pack burro might not slip with impunity, and with now and then a gurgling little stream to ford that became a dangerous place when spring freshets ran high and filled a gulch. It was not a place that any one other than a recluse might have chosen for permanent domicile, but to Old Harmless it was Heaven. He was convinced that somewhere within its borders there was wealth.