I rite this with what I think is my dying hand. It's my will too.
I'm at the hotel at Snowy Gulch--and not much more time. You know
I've been hunting a claim. Well, I found it--rich a pocket as any
body want, worth a quarter million any how and in a district where
the Snowy Gulch folks believe there ain't a grain of gold.
It's yours. Come up and get it quick before some thieves up hear
jump it. Lookout for Jeffery Neilson and his gang they seen some of
my dust. I'm too sick to go to recorder in Bradleyburg and record
claim. Get copy of this letter to carry, put this in some safe
place. The only condition is you take good care of Fenris, the pet I
raised from a pup. You'll find him and my gun at Steve Morris's.
I felt myself going and just did get hear. You get supplies horses
at Snowy Gulch go up Poor Man Creek through Spruce Pass over to Yuga
River. Go down Yuga River past first rapids along still place to
first creek you'll know it cause there's an old cabin just below and
my canoe landing. Half mile up, in creek bed, is the pocket and new
cabin. And don't tell no one in Snowy Gulch who you are and where
you going. Go quick brother Ez and put up a stone for me at Snowy
Gulch.