A WORD FROM OOOLGARDIE.

Temuka Leader, Issue 2746, 4 December 1894, Page 3

A WORD FROM OOOLGARDIE.

We have seen a short note received by Mr Read, of Greytown, from his son Fred, who is well-known in that district. Fred is now in Coolgardie, and from the tone of his letter he does not think very much of the place. He says: “ I have been on the fields about five months now, and think of making tracks back again. I have given up all hopes of becoming the millionaire that you talk of. It is no use of anyone coming to the fields with that notion in his head. It is to be hoped that will benefit by the trip; if he does not in pocket he will by experience, but he will have to pay dearly for ft. Let me tell you how I and my mate got on. I hope you wmt faint when I inform you that our portion is lOoz between two of us, and the gold is worth £3 17s 6d per ounce. If you reckoned that up and knew what it cost to get it you would find out that there is not much of the millionaire business about it. If you know anyone who is troubled with the gold fever aud you have any sympathy with them you can tell them what you know about my experience. I know men who have been here from three to five months and who have not yet seen the colour of gold. There are not half a dozen men in every hundred who are clearing expenses; but there is no telling what may turn up at any moment. There were three new rushes last week, but they all turned out duffers. Some people tried to kid me on to tramp thirty miles to one of them, but I have now seen too many rushes. I told them that if it was any good I would bo there when I heard more about it. So 1 saved my feet, aud those who went are all back half dead with sore feet aud sore backs carrying Matilda (their swag).... Do not write to me until you hear from me again, as I am almost sure to leave here in a few days.”—Exchange,