Dutch-Oven Gold

Rumors through the land,
That as the century turned.
The stage-station of long ago,
Had been burned.

That robbers on the trail,
Suspicioned...and were told.
That the Inn-keeper had received his wages,
All paid to him in gold.

The Inn-keeper denied their charges,
They gave him the name of a liar.
They strung him to the rafters,
And set the Inn on fire.

The same old rumor...came to light,
In recent years of late.
Men came with equipment,
And they started to excavate.

The fire-place stones were found,
The ash...the blanket fold.
Dishes, saddles and wagon parts,
But they never found the gold.


E.P. 1908 - 1989


Golden glass bowl from LaRue Miller's collection - came across the plains in a covered-wagon.

Poem is a based on a story that is still unsolved from Raft River Valley that Grandma would have known as a girl. People still look for the treasure.