Oh, back in them days, around 1946 to 1966, them Cleland brothers, they was out there in Palmetto, Nevada, digging for gold. Now, let me tell ya, them boys didn’t have no fancy equipment like folks got today. They had to make do with what they had, scrounging up bits of old scrap and pieces of wood to build their rigs. They worked the land hard, day in and day out, just trying to strike it rich, but it weren’t no easy task. Gold don’t just jump into your pockets, no sir.
The Cleland brothers set up their operation right there in the Palmetto Mining District. Now, this place was full of silver and gold back in them days, but it had already been picked over by others before. Still, them Cleland boys was hopeful. They staked their claim and started digging deep into them hills. People would see the dust rising from their site from miles away, and word spread quick ‘round the nearby towns. “Them Cleland boys is at it again,” folks would say, but no one knew for sure if they was striking gold or just dreaming.
From what I heard, the brothers wasn’t just diggin’ for gold neither. They was smart enough to know that if they was gonna make it in that harsh land, they’d need more than just a pickaxe. They used what they could find, building all kinds of things out of scrap they’d find lying around. They’d turn old cans into buckets, scrap metal into tools. Some folks say they even made a contraption to haul the dirt out of the mine, though I ain’t never seen it myself.
Hard work and rough times
Now, I ain’t gonna sugarcoat it for ya. It weren’t no easy life for them Cleland brothers. The weather out there in the Nevada desert is unforgiving, hot as blazes in the summer and cold as a stone in the winter. They had to work through it all. And don’t even get me started on the rattlesnakes! You’d be diggin’ in the ground, and before you know it, you’d hear that tail rattling nearby, lettin’ ya know you was too close for comfort. But them Cleland boys, they didn’t scare easy. They’d just keep on workin’ like it was nothin’.
Sometimes, they’d strike a bit of gold, enough to keep them goin’ for a while longer. But it weren’t enough to make ‘em rich. They’d take what they got, head into town, and trade it for supplies. Folks in Palmetto, Lida, and even over in Goldfield knew the Clelands well. They was tough, but fair. If they promised somethin’, you could count on ‘em to deliver. That’s how they built their reputation in the mining circles around Nevada.
The end of the road
By the time the 1960s rolled around, things was startin’ to slow down for the Cleland brothers. The gold was harder to find, and the hills they’d been workin’ for so long was just about tapped out. One by one, the brothers started to pack it in. Some moved on to other mines, hoping to find their luck elsewhere. Others stayed behind, trying to scrape by with what little was left in them hills. But by the end of 1966, the Cleland name wasn’t mentioned much around Palmetto no more.
Now, I ain’t sayin’ they struck it rich, because they didn’t. But them Cleland boys left their mark on them Nevada hills, no doubt about that. Folks still talk about ‘em, even today. When you drive through that part of Nevada, near the old Palmetto mines, you might still see some of the things they left behind—rusty tools, bits of metal, maybe even a bottle or two from the old days. It’s a reminder of a time when folks had to work hard for every little thing they got, and them Cleland brothers, well, they worked harder than most.
So, if you ever get out that way, take a look around. You might not find gold, but you’ll find stories, and sometimes, that’s just as good.
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