"See," said Mills, "a bird is the omen of good luck. This crevice is very, very deep and evidently the metal has come from the bottom. Look, here is the head of an Indian. Who knows but that this is the famous mine of Unapois? It certainly is not this one, for it is much lower down the mountain side and to the south."
"Surely this is the Old Ulster," replied his companion. "You see, the location is distinctly that; and true to their racial instincts, the Indians are guarding their secret against the restoration to them of the lands of their forefathers."
"What a disappointing history that mine has had," said Mills.
"I confess my complete ignorance as to that. I simply know the mine when I see it," returned the miner.
"About fifty years ago," said Mills, "two residents were tramping along the base of the mountain when they saw a small piece of sulphurate of lead lodged in a rift near a spot where the old drift is located, but nothing
