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It
was a blistering
hot day in summer. The track leading to "Atlantic City" (Wyoming) was
dry
and bumpy, and great clouds of dust blew up behind the car. In 1870,
Atlantic
City was a prosperous town, with several thousand inhabitants, mostly
men.
It was a strange place to find a town, mind
you,
hidden in little
gulch
in the middle of a wide
scrub
desert.
Atlantic
City began life
as a staging post
on one of the
transcontinental
trails,
taken by emigrants en route for
California. Soon
however it became a roaring
gold town, where people could make (or lose) their fortunes in a day.
Few
did make a fortune; many
found enough
gold to keep them happy, but a lot found nothing, or nothing much
Then,
about seven years after
the gold rush began, it finished. Suddenly, it seemed that there was no
gold left in the ground. The miners packed their tools, their pans, and
their bags, and went off somewhere else, to try their luck again. There
were no more emigrants either; as soon as the first transcontinental
railroad
had opened in 1869, the old emigrant trails had been completely
abandoned.
The hotels closed, the shops closed, the bars closed, the jail
closed; and before long, Atlantic City was a ghost town, uninhabited
except
by the occasional rancher or hunter, and the wandering coyotes.
I
didn't expect
to find much in Atlantic City. I knew that a few
people
lived there again now, some of the old houses had been restored, and
others
had been built. But I didn't expect much.
We
drove round a dusty bend,
and there in front of us lay the town, a couple of dozen wooden
buildings,
some old, some new, and mostly pretty plain.
Surprisingly
there was a
fire-station; then, in the middle of the town, a wooden "saloon". A
drink,
I thought, something to drink at last.
I
stopped the car in a cloud
of dust, and we walked up the steps and into the saloon.
Well
if I'd wanted to do a bit of time-travelling, I couldn't have done much
better; walking through that door was like walking back eighty years in
time. Inside, the old Western saloon was still intact, with its big
long
wooden bar, and enormous mirrors on the walls. Apart from the electric
light, the juke box, and the tables set for dinner, it was almost
perfect.
And
there in the corner sat
the prospector,
with his wife. If he'd been
wearing a red gown, I'd have taken him for Father Christmas, but he
wasn't.
This old-timer wasn't in Atlantic City to bring presents, but to find
gold.
He
said his name was Brad,
and he'd been looking for gold in Atlantic City for some time now. Yes,
he'd found some too; not enough to make him a millionnaire, but enough
to make him happy.
When
the Gold Rush ended
in Atlantic City, he told me, it was not actually because there was no
more gold, but because gold was too hard to find, or not valuable
enough.
Today,
gold is a lot more
valuable than it was a hundred years ago, and modern techniques allow
people
to find gold more easily. And that was why Brad and his wife were in
Atlantic
City, digging for gold.
They
were not the only ones,
said Brad; quite a few
of the "concessions"
are now being worked, and some old mines are being opened up again. In
some places, mining for gold has become commercially profitable again;
but in most cases, the miners, like Brad, are just amateurs.
No,
Brad hadn't spent all
his life digging in tunnels and panning
in
streams, to find a few ounces
of gold. In fact, he was a retired
businessman,
looking for gold as a hobby, and a nice way to pass the time in a wild,
lonely and beautiful part of North America.
More
than gold, no doubt,
Brad was looking for a way of life, a dream of the past. If
he had found no gold, he would not
have been too worried.
Few
of today's amateur gold prospectors are there for the money; they're
there
for the fun, the isolation, and the nostalgia!. The legend of the west
will go on inspiring people for many many years.
WORDS:Bend:
corner- Blistering:
very
hot - en route for: going to
- expect:
think that - gulch: valley - jail:
prison - mind you:
please note - on and off:
from time to time -
ounces:
grammes (1 ounce = about 25 grammes) panning:
looking - plain:
ordinary - prospector: person looking for gold - retired:
a person retires when he/she stops her working life - roaring:
very active - scrub: small bushes
- staging post: place where
people stopped for the night, bought provisions, etc. - trails:
tracks - worried: anxious
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WORKSHEET
Telling the story. Students
should read
through the article, then try to write a third person account based on
the events narrated in the article.
Language point: Indirect
speech. Note how
most of the latter part of the article mostly reports information given
by Brad. Students should pick out the ways in which the writer shows
that
this is all reported speech.
Complete the dialogue:
Imagine that you are
Brad, talking to a reporter in Atlantic City, and
complete the following dialogue:
Reporter
I gather you're a gold prospector? Do you mind if I
join you ?
Brad
.......................................................................
Reporter
Could you tell me a bit about gold digging here?
Brad
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Reporter
Thanks! So how long have you been looking for gold then?
Sixty years?
Brad
.......................................................................
Reporter
Have you found much?
Brad
.......................................................................
Reporter
So how come there's still gold here in these hills?
Didn't they find it all last century?
Brad
.......................................................................
Reporter
Okay! That's interesting! But tell me, are you the only
gold digger here today?
Brad
.......................................................................
Reporter
And do they really hope to become millionnaires one
day?
Brad
.......................................................................
Reporter
And what about living in this place? It's rather isolated,
isn't it? Don't you get lonely?
Brad
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