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No one spoke1 for a moment as they gazed into the canyon2. Dust blew down the dirt road that divided the buildings.
“That looks like a Wild West town,” said Violet in awe3.
“It is a Wild West town,” Grandfather said with a grin. “And it’s ours!”
“You knew about this?” asked Henry.
“I wanted to surprise you,” said Grandfather, his grin broadening.
Jessie still couldn’t believe it. “Well, you sure did that!” She tapped the map. “How come the town doesn’t show up on this map?”
“It’s a topological map,” Grandfather answered. “It only shows roads and land formations, like mountains and rivers.”
“What’s the name of our town?” asked Violet.
“Tincup, after the creek4,” said Grandfather. He checked his watch. “Well, we’d better head back to Eagles Nest for that afternoon snack. We’ll have plenty of time to explore the town this week.”
Back at the motel, they went into the dining hall, a large room made of logs. Sofas and a fireplace were at one end, while a long table and chairs were arranged at the other.
A lanky5 young man with carrot-colored hair stood by the fireplace. He stared at Marianne Harrington as she arranged pitchers6 on the sideboard by the table.
Mrs. Harrington came in when she heard the Aldens enter.
“This is Corey Browne, our new guest,” she told James Alden. “He’s a student at Colorado State.”
“Hey,” said the green-eyed young man, still watching Marianne.
Jessie stifled7 a giggle8. It was obvious Corey had a crush on pretty Marianne.
“Ready for snack time?” announced Mrs. Harrington.
“Mmm,” said Benny appreciatively. “I’m starving!”
But the “snack” turned out to be a few limp celery and carrot sticks with water to drink. Disappointed, Benny gnawed9 on a piece of celery.
He was so hungry, he forgot about the town until Grandfather said, “Mrs. Harrington, I showed my grandchildren the town. What do you know about it?”
The motel owner sat down at the table.
“It’s quite a story,” she began. “Tincup,” she said, “is a ghost town!”
For some reason, Violet shivered. “A ghost town! That’s neat,” she said.
“It’s been that way for over a hundred years,” said Mrs. Harrington. “Way back, a forty-niner going home camped at Tincup Creek.” Then she explained, “A forty-niner was somebody who went to California for the 1849 gold rush. His name was Duncan Payne. One morning he washed his face in the stream and saw something yellow, like gold.”
Everyone at the table became still.
“Duncan had sold his mining stuff before leaving California,” said Mrs. Harrington. “All he had was a knife and a tin cup. He dipped the cup in the stream and caught the gold. Duncan dug and dug, but he didn’t find much gold. He did find a lot of black sand along the creek. He took samples of the sand back to Denver. It turned out to be silver ore.”
Corey nodded. “Silver is an important part of Colorado’s history. But it’s hard to find. No one had ever paid any attention to the black sand along the creeks,” he said loudly.
Corey seemed nice, thought Violet, but she didn’t like the way he practically yelled when he spoke.
“Until Duncan Payne came along,” Mrs. Harrington said. “Duncan started a mine. Soon a town was built near the mine. It was called Tincup after the gold Duncan found in his tin cup.”
“I have a cup,” said Benny. “It’s old, too. I used to drink milk out of it.”
Mrs. Harrington went on with her story. “The town of Tincup grew. Singers and dancers and actors came to entertain the miners. One night during an opera, Duncan fell in love with a singer. Her name was Rose. She had beautiful blue eyes and black hair down to her knees.”
Jessie hugged herself with delight. “This is so romantic!”
“Then what happened?” Violet asked eagerly.
Mrs. Harrington smiled. “Duncan and Rose married and built a mansion10 above Tincup, near the mine. They had a daughter named Seraphina. Seraphina went to eastern schools. They traveled all over Europe. They were rich and happy. And then” — she lowered her voice — “trouble struck.”
At that moment, the door to the dining hall opened. Two men came in.
One had sandy hair and gray eyes that crinkled at the corners. His shirt was crisply ironed and his jeans were neat.
The other man was nearly bald and wore glasses. He wore a tattered11 vest with mesh12 pockets and fishing hooks poked13 through loops. He scowled14 when he saw the others at the table.
Henry wondered why the second stranger seemed so sour when no one had even said anything to him yet. At first Henry thought the two men were together, but they sat at opposite ends of the table.
The first man said, “Adele, do you have any iced tea?”
“Sorry,” said Mrs. Harrington. “Just water. Marianne, fetch the gentlemen some water.”
Marianne, who had been quietly folding worn napkins, got up to pour the newcomers glasses of water.
“Everybody,” announced Mrs. Harrington, “this is Victor Lacey.” The sandy-haired man smiled and raised his glass in a friendly way. “And our other guest is Robert Williams,” added Mrs. Harrington.
Robert Williams nodded formally. Now Henry knew the two men had not come to Eagles Nest together. They were so different, they couldn’t possibly be friends. Henry also noticed that Victor Lacey called the motel owner by her first name. Mr. Lacey must have been staying here awhile.
“They are here to try their luck at trout15 fishing,” said Mrs. Harrington. She introduced the two men to the Aldens, and told them that the Aldens were visiting to see the land and the town that they owned.
Benny wanted to get back to the story. “What happened to Duncan and Rose?”
“It’s so sad,” said Mrs. Harrington mournfully. To the newcomers she said, “I’m telling the story of the old town at the bottom of the canyon. You might have seen it.”
Mr. Lacey gazed over his glass with round gray eyes. “There’s an old town around here?”
“You’ll see it if you go hiking,” said Grandfather.
“Tincup wasn’t the only silver-mining town,” Mrs. Harrington went on. “The West was full of them. But too much silver was being used for money. So President Cleveland lied to the silver-mine owners and told them gold would be used for money instead.”
“What happened to the silver mines?” asked Jessie.
“They closed,” replied Grandfather. “Overnight the mines shut down.”
“The miners had to leave,” Mrs. Harrington said, taking up the story again. “Soon towns like Tincup were empty. They became ghost towns because no one lived in them.”
Now even Corey was interested. “So what became of Duncan and Rose?”
“Duncan was suddenly broke,” answered Mrs. Harrington. “The men who abandoned the mines had to start over. Most of them didn’t have much money. They built rafts and floated down rivers to big cities to find work. Duncan, who was not a young man, joined a group on a homemade raft. There was a storm on the Colorado River one night. The raft broke up and he was killed.”
The dining room was silent.
“Poor Rose,” said Violet. “What did she do?”
Mrs. Harrington leaned forward. “Before he left, Duncan told her he would be back someday and to look for him at sundown. Rose Payne stayed in the mansion above Tincup. Every day she sat in her chair, watching until the sun began to drop over the cliff wall. Then she’d take the trail down to Tincup and walk toward the setting sun.”
“What was she doing?” asked Benny.
“Going to meet her husband,” Mrs. Harrington said dramatically. “Even after she knew he’d been killed, Rose Payne left her house and walked toward the sunset every single day.”
Grandfather had a question. “We didn’t see the mansion. Where is it?”
“Gone,” said Mrs. Harrington with a wave of her hand. “It was built near the mine on top of the mountain. Rose refused to leave or let anyone fix it. So the mansion fell to pieces around her.”
“But the town is still there,” said Corey. “Cool!”
“Wow!” exclaimed Victor Lacey. “That’s some yarn16! What are you going to do with your ghost town, Mr. Alden?”
Grandfather shook his head. “I have no idea.”
Benny was excited about the idea of owning a town. “Can I be the police chief?”
Everyone laughed, breaking the spell of Rose and Duncan Payne’s tragic17 story.
The “snack” over, Marianne hustled18 over to clear away the glasses.
“You’ve lived near a ghost town all your life,” Jessie said to the young woman. “What’s it like?”
Marianne bent19 down. “Mother didn’t tell you the whole story,” she said mysteriously.
“What didn’t she tell us?” asked Jessie.
But Marianne whisked away Jessie’s glass, saying only, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
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spoke
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| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
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canyon
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| n.峡谷，溪谷 | |
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awe
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| n.敬畏，惊惧；vt.使敬畏，使惊惧 | |
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creek
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| n.小溪，小河，小湾 | |
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lanky
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| adj.瘦长的 | |
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pitchers
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| 大水罐( pitcher的名词复数 ) | |
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stifled
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| （使）窒息， （使）窒闷( stifle的过去式和过去分词 )； 镇压，遏制； 堵 | |
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giggle
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| n.痴笑，咯咯地笑；v.咯咯地笑着说 | |
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gnawed
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| 咬( gnaw的过去式和过去分词 )； （长时间） 折磨某人； （使）苦恼； （长时间）危害某事物 | |
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mansion
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tattered
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| adj.破旧的，衣衫破的 | |
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mesh
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| n.网孔，网丝，陷阱；vt.以网捕捉，啮合，匹配；vi.适合； [计算机]网络 | |
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poked
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| v.伸出( poke的过去式和过去分词 )；戳出；拨弄；与（某人）性交 | |
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scowled
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| 怒视，生气地皱眉( scowl的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
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trout
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| n.鳟鱼；鲑鱼(属) | |
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yarn
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| n.纱，纱线，纺线；奇闻漫谈，旅行轶事 | |
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tragic
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| adj.悲剧的，悲剧性的，悲惨的 | |
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| 催促（hustle的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
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bent
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| n.爱好，癖好；adj.弯的；决心的，一心的 | |
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