There once was a man from Boston who married in New York City a deer, sweet woman from Philadelphia. In 1849 they caught wind of the gold rush out west and made plans to travel, but were delayed by a series of setbacks. By the fortune of grace, they were able to set voyage the next year, in 1850.
It was a long, hard trip, and their caravan were in and out of many trading camps for supplies along the way. By the time they had reached Tahoe in the spring, they were so exhausted they needed to stay and rest a while before continuing. They enjoyed the pristine lake and elevated forest that expanded for smiles.
After they had their fill, they packed up before the weather turned cold again, and finished their journey to California. They disbanded and all struck gold, becoming wealthy, and sharing that wealth with friends.
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