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|The Gold Mine Adventure (standard:adventure, 3241 words)|
|Author: Charles Reap, Jr.||Added: Mar 24 2006||Views/Reads: 1962/1272||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Two girls are camping with their parents and find an abandoned gold mine. They become trapped behind a cave-in. Their dog leads their parents back to the mine and they are rescued.|
Dr. Charles A. Reap, Jr. Words: 3230 E-304 Galloway Ridge 3000 Galloway Road Pittsboro, NC 27312 CReap@nc.rr.com The Gold Mine Adventure My best friend, Terry, and I went on a camping trip last year with our parents. I really didn't want to go, because most of my parents' camping trip was to watch dumb-ol' birds. Where they got that I'll never know. And why Terry's folks went along, I don't know either. Maybe it's 'cause my dad seems to be a pretty good guy at convincing people to do what he wants. Anyway, while our parents were out in the bushes someplace, Terry and I decided to do a little exploring. Since we're both thirteen, and Girl Scouts, I think our folks figured we'd behave ourselves out there in the forest. We each slipped a water bottle in our pockets and set out. We had no idea what we'd find on our trek. We just wanted to amuse ourselves. Daisy, my black lab retriever, ran along ahead of us, occasionally dashing off into the woods chasing something. Maybe squirrels or rabbits. She barked a lot, but I never did see anything she ran after. Since our folks headed south, we decided to go in the opposite direction. Terry had her Girl Scout compass, so we knew we wouldn't get lost. We both carried our Girl Scout pocket knives with us. I never go anywhere without mine, because lots of the time when I get bored, I like to whittle on a stick or piece of wood. Another friend, Janey, says that's “boy stuff,” but I don't care. Terry started out in front, but pretty soon I got tired of brushing the small limbs away from my face when she'd let a bush swipe back at me. She seemed to think it was funny, but changed her mind when I insisted that I be the one in front. After a little while, each of us got some small fallen limbs, and held these in front of us as we walked. These also kept the occasional spider web from sticking to our faces and shirts. I don't like spiders. We didn't have too much trouble walking through the forest, but my foot would slip on an occasional slick rock. Terry's feet are bigger than mine, so I guess that made the walk easier for her. She did slip a little bit, though, when we jumped over some wet rocks in a small stream we crossed. I used my walking stick to support myself as I crossed. Things were going along pretty good, and we were having a real good time. We actually spotted a red fox about a football field length's distance ahead of us. I guess Daisy didn't see it, because she didn't chase it. Terry picked up a rock to throw at it if it started to come toward us. But it didn't. Once we crossed the stream we decided to follow a path we found for a while. It led right beside the creek, with a pretty steep hill going up to our right. Walking there was easier, because there weren't any small trees to brush through. It didn't look like anybody had walked along that trail for a long time, though. It was pretty-well covered with grass, maybe three-inches high. I said to Terry, “Bet your brother'd just love to push a lawn mower through all this tall grass?” She just said, “Yeah, I'll bet.” Pretty soon the path headed up that steep hill. Terry and I stopped, wondering whether or not we wanted to continue to follow it up that rocky incline. While we were stopped I could hear a bunch of birds whistling to each other. Terry looked up and pointed. “Look up there. That's an eagle, isn't it?” I saw it but couldn't tell. “Don't know. Maybe so.” I sure didn't want to get into the habit of bird watching. Hearing my dad and mom talk about it was enough for me. Anyway, Terry and I continued to follow the path up that hill. Actually, the path sort of dwindled out, so we had to climb by grabbing onto small tree limbs as we went up. After a little while both of us were sucking our breaths in. I felt like I was in better shape than Terry, though, because she almost started wheezing. She has asthma. Once she slipped on the loose ground and grabbed my pants leg for support. That almost made me fall. We were pretty far up the hill, and I couldn't hear the brook's trickling sounds any more, when the ground kind of leveled out and walking got easier. It was a kind of plain field. There were a lot of big dirt piles laying all around. Terry and I decided to stop to catch our breath, and sat down on a couple of tree stumps. Mom wouldn't have wanted me to do that, though; because she says sitting on pine tar would have messed up the seat of my pants. Anyway, I looked first and saw that the small amount of rosin left there had hardened a long time ago. I sucked on my water bottle, which made my mouth feel good. It was kind of hot that day. I asked Terry, “How far do you think we've come?” “Probably a couple of miles.” She pulled out her compass and peered at it. I thought, That's not gonna show any distance. When we caught our breath, we started scanning around the field. My homeroom teacher would have called it a “plateau.” She'd be proud of my knowing that. Suddenly Terry said, pointing across Click here to read the rest of this story (185 more lines)
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