Upon hearing news of the rush, Clementine hurried himself to the valley filled with vigor and vim. Every day he toiled to panhandle the current for flecks of gold. Dig, dump, rinse, see, and repeat. The routine was easy to memorize and soon became as familiar as breathing.

Months seemed to pass like minutes as he threw himself into the work. That is until one day the cattails parted and a buxom beauty emerged. She waded into the water to launder her linens and began to sing about a darling unknown.