Morning is about to break over the mountain. Mrs. Kadizzle has a bad cold she is sure to pass on to the old man. Kadizzle was able to take a nice golf ball ride yesterday. The prospects for finding golf balls was slim, but low and behold Kadizzle came up with nine. The placier mine was a good producer. Panning for golf balls is much like panning for gold. The stream washes the golf balls down from the golf course. The balls get imbedded in the sand, and then the sand erodes to expose the precious golf balls. Mrs Bumore is still down in her hovel. She said she sold a dozen golf balls for $12. If the weather improves and the golfers come out to buy their own golf balls back perhaps Mrs. Bumore can strike it rich.
Mrs. Bumore said she was raised a Mormon, but gave up on the nonsense at age 7, or at least could see through the fantasy. Bumore gave Kadizzle a lesson in Mormon swearing. Mormons cannot swear so they invent things that sound like swear words. The lord is creative.
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