There was a small stampede after the 1901 stock crash around here as guys, and families, that had no hope of finding a job moved to gold country to squat in cabins and on claims. They had hopes of squeaking out a few cents a day mining, keeping big gardens, killing the hell out of nearly anything that could be called meat. One of those old cabins near me has just about melted into the ground, but there is plenty of 'stuff' in his dump. I think the old guy was a hypochondriac or just plain addict, or likely in a helluva lot of pain. I have excavated dozens of old bottles from the site, and the more famous ones all had two things in common...laudanum and alcohol. Whoever he may have been, he lived a hard, hard life judging from the wore out shovels, picks, saws and axes.
