2nd I spent the fore part of the day in the office scraping I
[FIGURE] called upon Elias Smith He gave me an account of the
gold company explosion which was a rich affair Mr
Mogo had a Brewery at the foot of the mountain near the
warm springs at the south End of the warm the Great Salt
Lake valley. He wanted to sell his Brewery at a high price,
so he came to Great Salt Lake City & gathered together [FIGURE]
about a dozen merchants & others among whom was Abel
Gilbert, Judge Sinclair, Secretary Hartnet & other dignitaris
and Mr Mogo told them that He had found gold He addressed
them sumthing like the following. The mormons have hunted
all this country over the Hills & dales for gold they no find
him none at all But I find him plenty, heap more than
in Calafornia. I fraid mormon get him now me friends
I want you to Join me & take possession of him, me sell
you me place you go with me & get him he heap of gold
the company not dreaming of a sell or being decieve
agreed to buy the place it was put in ^30^ shares of one thousand
dollars each Mr Gilbert bought 8 shares Hartnet 2 shares
& so untill he was paid $30000 the company started off
in the night secretly so as not to be seen and went

And camped at Mogo's Brewery. Mogo said one must
stand guard so the mormon no see him Mr Brookie
stands guard all night in the cold swareing about the
cold weather at 3 oclok the party was called & climed the
Mountain with spad[e]s & sacks & dug into the hole filled
their sacks with mud dirt & packed it on their backs
down the mountain to Mogoes spring & got some old pans
& began to wash the dirt Brookie stands with a magnif-
fing glass to his eye watching for the gold the rest stand
around in the circle watching with great anxiety when
the following conversation ensues. Gilbert Brookie "what
do you ?see?["] "nothing but mud" there there what is that
Nothing but mud by G[o]d Mogo goes & brings another washer
washer another bag is put in & washed. Brookies with
his glass watching intently. Brookie what do you
see nothing but mud by G[o]d when the last sack of dirt
was washed Gilbert hollows out at the top of his voice
with his hands on his hips & his hair standing up like
hedg hogs quills Brookie what do you see Nothing but
mud By GOD." Gilbert we are sold by God we are
sold by God, & the company mounted their carriages
& started like a street for Great Salt Lake City feeling
much $30000 poorer than when they started Mogo
puts for Camp Floyd with thirty thousand dollars &
leaves his good Friends to dig all the gold they can
out of his mault tubs. I spent the evening at Brother
Smoots with a party of friends. The mayor A. O. Smoot gave us
an exhibition of the gold company explosion J Taylor J Horn F. D.
Richards John Sharp, Bishop Hunter, Dunbar & W Woodruff
with their Ladies & Col Little with their Ladies composed the
company. We broke up at about 12 oclok

The committee of the board of Regents met at President Youngs
& continued to write theChrist sermon on the mount on the black Board