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The Life of Herbert Hoover, the Engineer - Chapter 4: A California Apprenticeship (PH 6-12)(1983) (5 pages)
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BE
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From:
The Life of Herbert Hoover,
the Engineer, 1874-1914
by George-H._Nash;—Norten;—_1983,—$25.00.
A California
Apprenticeship
I
On August 10, 1895 Herbert Hoover turned twenty-one and ceased to
be
the ward of Lawrie Tatum.! During the summer Hoover assisted Lindgren
in studying and mapping part of the Gold Belt of California for massive
a
publication by the U.S. Geological Survey. It was rugged outdoor work
which took them from icy Sierra peaks to the scorching deserts of western
Nevada. By the end of the season they completed a “reconnaisance” of two
hundred square miles of the Sierraville sheet and five hundred square miles
of the Carson and Markleville sheets.2 Parts of the Reno, Truckee, and Colfax sheets, along with several mines, were examined as well.3 In mid-summer
Hoover received an increase in salary; his earnings, combined with Theo
dore’s in Oakland, now totaled $175 per month.4
In such surroundings Stanford University seemed far, far away. Early in
July Hoover mused to a friend: “From quiet Palo Alto with its live oak spotted meadows and its best of people to the jagged grandeur of the High Sierra
with its dregs of humanity. But this is life—the other was happiness.” He
told his sister May that the resort village of Tallac on the shore of Lake Tahoe
was “a much bragged about place,” but that “the best I can say for it is that
its surrounding atmosphere would energize an Egyptian mummy and give
him an appetite like a Florida Alligator. . . .” Unfortunately, the hotel’s menu
was quite inadequate for a hungry geologist: “Pattéc-fois-de gris avée un
morcéau du pain au parté was built for the swell cashiers wives who stop