No one expressed interest when the new man arrived at the old mining town o Hurdy-Gurdy. His arrival produced no curiosity or concern. For many years, nobody had cared who came to Hurdy-Gurdy: in fact, nobody cared whether anybody came. This was because no one was living in Hurdy-Gurdy.
Two years before, the population had included two or three thounsand persons. The men had worked earned fly for a few weeks in the hope of finding gold-gold which had been promised them by a gentleman with more imagination than honesty. A bullet had ended the life of that imaginative gentleman when very little gold was discovered Hurdy-Gurdy, and now all its citizens were gone.
But they had left ample evidence of their short stay. Rows of abandoned buts lined both banks of the crecks and other desolate dwellings could be seen on the hill above. The little valpey itsself, torn and battered in that frrantic digging for gold, had lost whatever beauty it might once had possessed. weeds coveed the ruinned earth; aomng them one could find reminders of the town's brief existance - an old boot, a hat, muddy fragment of a shirt, and many bottles- bottles everywhere
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