It's a cool misty morning in forests in northern California, the sun slowly rises over the treeline of a great lake amongst the great blue mountains, frost covers every small blade of grass, leaf, and cobweb. In a large Log cabin on the west side of the lake a bearded man and his coworkers are settling in for breakfast. The day before was long and arduous, and many of the men were left with sore arms and backs from heaving logs up on a multitude of wagons pulled by strong yet middle size quarter mile horses and mules.
What was all the fuss about? Well a rumor had it that there was gold in the local mountains and many a man, woman and even children from the very highest of classes to slaves who earned their freedom from their masters and were hoping to seek out a living that was promised by the almost fantastical rumor. What does our group have to do with the search for gold, this new "Gold Rush"so to speak? Well they are the Lumber workers, or lumberjacks as they say, they're job is to cut down, split, and transport lumber all across the country to the gold mines of the mountains, and with the gold rush in full swing there were a lot of jobs.
The men gathered all of their gear and slung it into the wagon.
They packed two handed saws to help the trees to collapse on their weight for easier harvests, axes, log splitters, and a lunch that the women of the household were kind enough to make for them.
With a kiss goodbye the make their trek up the hillside to the richer center of the temperate forest.
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-Warren- By Alexzandria Stormwielder
FantasyDuring the early goldrush of America a lot of stories and folktales arose across settlements. Tales of giants, white bison, and men covered with thick fur enchanted the minds of boys, girls, and men alike. Seeing as the country was just begining to...
