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One of my comrades there-another of those victims of eighteen years of unrequited toil and blighted hopes-was one of the gentlest spirits that ever bore its patient cross in a weary exile: grave and simple Dick Baker, pocket-miner of Dead-House Gulch.-He was forty-six, gray as a rat, earnest, thoughtful, slenderly educated, slouchily dressed and cl