The mountain streams wash down gold.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 110, December, 1866" by Various
Ojeda led an exploring party into the mountains, and found gold nuggets in the beds of the streams.
"Days of the Discoverers" by L. Lamprey
Upon this bracken, and upon this smooth channel in the midst the late sun streamed toward us, a soft wash of gold.
"Lore of Proserpine" by Maurice Hewlett
On his rich mahogany desk lay a row of gold specimens that glittered in the sunlight streaming in through a window.
"The She Boss" by Arthur Preston Hankins
It was as though the finding of gold in the new Higgins' mine had been the key that unlocked the door to a steady stream of it.
"The Outdoor Girls in the Saddle" by Laura Lee Hope
But instead of the stream he saw a splendid palace, glittering with gold and precious stones.
"The Fairy Book" by Dinah Maria Mulock (AKA Miss Mulock)
Gold and silver were often thrown into the stream, in testimony of admiration.
"The Mysteries of All Nations" by James Grant
When it was the bed of the stream, gold was being ground out, washed out and carried down stream from the quartz-gold veins above.
"David Lannarck, Midget" by George S. Harney
On or near this stream gold is being taken out that belongs to my employer.
"Gold Out of Celebes" by Aylward Edward Dingle
For although the streams teemed with fish, not a glimmer of gold rewarded his labours.
"From Paris to New York by Land" by Harry de Windt
The bright sun, like a king in state,
With banners streaming,
Rode through the fair auroral gate
In mail gold-gleaming.
"The River Maiden" by Victor James Daley
The walls are of solid silver;
The towers are of massive gold;
And the lights that stream from the windows
A royal scene unfold.
"My Castle" by Horatio Alger Jr
Whence run the streams of all thy good,
But from his pierced side?
With liquid gold of precious blood
Thy Husband bought his bride.
"The Believer's Jointure : Chapter II." by Ralph Erskine
The clouds lift, telling of a happier day
When through the thin stream I shall take my way,
Girt round with gold, and garlanded with may,
What rushing stream can keep us long alone?
"The Two Sides Of The River" by William Morris
Where is the breast can rage or hate retain,
And these glad streams and smiling lawns behold?
Where is the breast can hear the woodland strain,
And think fair Freedom well exchanged for gold?
"Elegy XXIII. Reflections Suggested" by William Shenstone
Pluck out the thin hairpins and let the waves stream,
Brown-gold as brook-waters that dance through a dream,
Gentle-curled as young cloudlings, sweet-fragrant as bay
Till it takes all the fierceness of living away.
"A Nonsense Song" by Stephen Vincent Benet
To earn the rating, rivers and streams must meet the official criteria for gold medal water: 12 trout per acre over 14 or 60-pounds of trout per surface acre.
Gold miners are breaking up soil with hydraulic blasts, filling streams and rivers with silt.
A miner, often in a wetsuit underwater, feeds the tube with stream-bottom gravels, which are sucked up and run through a sluice that separates out heavier material – gold, if the miner is fortunate.