The room clerk at the Willard Hotel looked up. Frowning down on him was a giant of a man clad in a sheepskin coat, faded polka-dot shirt, blue denim overalls, high laced boots, and a tired tan hat. The man asked for a room. The clerk coughed politely and said they were full up. The old mari turned away. "I been saving a year for this trip," he said, "and I did kinda want to stay where 'H. A. W.'* put up." Washington soon found out why Frank Edward Gimlett, 75, oldtime prospector...
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