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Every snow-fall caused a snow-slide to rush down Bobtail Gulch. This run-off of snow was as regular as the run-off of storm-water. The snow which accumulated at the head of this gulch was a danger to the trail below, and if the snow showed the slightest hesitation to “run” when the storm had ended, a miner from a neighboring mine started it by rolling a few stones into it or by exploding a stick of dynamite near by.
During my stay at a miners’ boarding-house in the San Juan Mountains a heavy snow-fall came to a close. “Has the Greagory run yet?” inquired the foreman of one of the miners. “No.” “Better start it, then.” Ten minutes later fifty thousand tons of snow went plunging down Greagory Gulch.
“This cabin will never be caught by a snow-slide!” said the prospector with whom I was having supper. “A slide hit my cabin in the Sawtooth Mountains. No more sleeping for me in the possible right-of-way of a slide! I sized up the territory before building this cabin and I’ve put it out of the range of slides.”