One day I was walking along the street, and then I saw it. I saw a poster. It read, “GOLD DISCOVERED SUTTER’S MILL, CALIFORNIA.”
That was when I decided to become a 49er or a prospector. We were called 49ers because 1849 was the year most people left for the Gold Rush.
I got right to packing. I bought a pan for panning, a pickaxe, and also a horse. I got a little more supplies. Then I went traveling along through the Oregon Trail, one of the three possible routes to California.
The native people were kind to me. Though it was a log, tough journey, I made it to California!
I went panning for gold and didn’t have much luck for a couple of months. Then one day, I was panning and found some! I kept on panning for one more year, and I kept visiting a town for food. I later left that town, and it became a ghost town. I went to the bank to get my money for my findings, and I was a success. Others weren’t as lucky, though.
Those machines took over later, and I worked for one for a year. After all of that, I switched to farming, and altogether my gold rush was a success. All the backbreaking, sweaty, time-consuming, hard work paid off.
