- Poem by a convict was a power made by one of the convicts who were working to mine the ore inside the mountain near slaughter gulch.
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The rifle-man is waiting.
Touch him and you'll die.
Give him a drink of water,
and he'll teach you to fly!
When you're finally up there,
the needle-man you'll see.
I'll be stickin' to my bed.
No shovel and pick for me!