By the time Finn Lewis reached the vicinity of the port, he was dumbfounded—before him lay nothing but desolation, not a hint of civilization in sight save for the plumes of smoke that, as it turned out, came from a native tribe. Even this tribe was not populous, numbering barely a few dozen people.
"Why is there no one here?" Finn asked, eyes wide and mouth agape.
"Young master, in 1869, there were only 169 people settled here. It wasn't until the discovery of a gold mine in 1880 that this place began to thrive," Wise Lewis quickly explained.
"There's a gold mine here?" Finn's eyes immediately lit up, gold! Was there anything more profitable than bringing back gold?
"Yes, there are two main gold veins, with an estimated total yield of about 654 tons, though the gold that is easy to mine is only about 300 tons," Wise Lewis reported to Finn like a faithful steward, informing him about the situation of the place.
