Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 110, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 May 1913 — Page 3

Lost Mmes of the Great Southwest

HEN the railroads built their transcontinental systems, one of their greatest difficulties lay in the supply of water for the men who were working on the projects. Great wagon-trains were frequently essential to bring sufficient of the supply to make work for a week at a time possible. Even after the completion of the roads there was difficulty in obtaining water for the purpose of supplying the engines or 1 the little stations necessary when-

ever there was a siding. In order to secure wgter in abundance, the Santa Fe railroad had ordered a tunnel bored in the Clipper range, located in San Bernardino county from eight to ten miles northwest at Danby, the station to which It was to be piped if discovered in a large quantity. This all happened within a score of years. The man who volunteered for the work, a competent mining man, who was well acquainted with the sinking of shafts and the boring of tunnels, was Thomas Schofield of Los Angeles.' Tiring of work one day in early June of 1884, he started on a prospecting trip, something which he did whenever he felt In need of relaxation. He wandered Into one of the 'canyons close at. hand and discovered there a spring. . What to him was more surprising and even startling was the trail that led up the canyop, stopping at the watering place. The trail, at times very Indistinct because of the solid rock formation, led over three or four small hills, the hogback of ,two ranges and then Into another canyon. This he followed until it ended in a blank wall and he realized that the trail had been lost Going back a short distance he discovered, it winding up the side of the hill. It led to two Immense rocks, rivaling the towers of an old English castle. They seemed to form the portal to the wealth beyond, and nature had set them so closely together that they allowed Just sufficient passageway to permit a burro well packed to enter. And Just beyond the portal stood an Isolated rock. There beside the black boulder of enormous size stood the shreds of what had been a camp. The wooden upright supports were still standing, and draped from them, floating in the breeze, were the shreds of what had been a tent. Brush had been carefully piled up around the sides. Inside there was a bench of boughs, still covered with a blanket, which was, like the tent covering, dilapidated and ragged. The stillness of the place and the fact that man had been making his habitation there struck Schofield like a blow from a fist. A pile of railroad ties, a number of rusty old axes which had been used as wedges for splitting the ties for lagging, a few other’mining tools and some badly decomposed food still lay about the place, indicating very sudden abandonment of the camp by its owner. The most conspicuous of all things about the place was an old-fashioned, heavily rusted Dutch oven, the largest Schofield had ever seen and a trifle over two feet in diameter. So oppressive was the place and so nerveracking the immediate strain, that he continued on the trail which led away from the camp. Just a short distance away he came to a shaft where considerable work had been done. It was sunk upon a series of small stringers that rah parallel to one another for a long distance and at Intervals of about six Inches. He counted twelve of these peculiar formations In the rock and they were of almost solid gold! He tested ' them, “horning" great strings of coarse gold. The surrounding ore was of an Indigo-blue quartz formation, and “to me the stringers, passing through the dark porphyry, appeared a bed of roses of golden hues hidden in the depths of a giant bed of violets," said Schofield in telling of his discovery. “I traced these lines of high-grade ore for a distance of nearly 3,000 feet, and found them widening and enlarging as they went. They interested me so that I failed to notice for hours ■' that the day was fast waning and that I would be forced to remain there over night. ' “The mystery, the awe and even the fear of that night I shall never forget. Was I In the haunt of a robber crew who had found wealth far richer than could be obtained from their nefarious trade in the city? Had the owners been cruelly murdered and their wealth carried off by some one else? Was I the victim of some strange phantasmagoria, or would I awaken to find all the wealth and the adventure of the day a dream? These and countless other suggestions coursed through my throbbing brain, and I slept little that night _ / “In the morning I explored the shaft at the first light of breaking sun above the Jagged skyline of broken peaks. I found that the shaft had been sunk to possibly seventy or eighty feet that ft was equipped with a windlass, rope and bucket and that It had been well timbered all the way to the bottom. Outside 1 discovered a large pile of ore, indicative of the fact that little or none of the product of the mine had ever been carried •way. “After gathering a number of fine samples and • large quantity of the horned gold, I went back to the camp and there again I was attracted by the Dutch oven. Something seemed to draw me toward It' It contained gold! Half of It was full of the product and there was I unable to cart It •way. All marks of those who resided there were of such an old stamp that I never thought whether It would be right or wrong. The Idea of possession pf so much wealth nearly overwhelmed me, and after grasping some of It I started back to the camp by the tunnel, planning a trip to Loa Angeles to see whether It was really gold that I had found." And when Schofield had his ore and his metal tested he found that it was the reel article and that he had made himself richer by several hundred dollars with Just the small amount he had been able to lug out on his person. It fired him with the desire to return at once and obtain all of the treasure If the right owners had not returned. But he has never been able to get back to the Dutch oven! In coming back from the mine he had paid little heed to the general direction taken. He had followed the trail blindly on his way up and again on his return jotfrney. Consequently after • number of weeks, when he returned with a partner -to look for the treasure and found that some terrific rains and even • waterspout had been

By Joe Minster

From Data Furnished by Horace J. West (Copyright by Ridgway Co.)

ahead of his, his plans became hazy. • The water had obliterated all signs of a trail and his knowledge of getting back was gone with it. Men will sacrifice love, life, virtue and kindred things is there is a great opportunity presented for the accumulation of sudden wealth. Strange alliances, stories of murder, long legal fights and bitterest enmity have grown up in the southwest as adjuncts to the continued hunt for treasure. Among the strange stories that are more widely known is that which has to do with a lost placer of great riches. It finds its origin in the early eighties, either 1883 or 1884, when a white man, a lone prospector, wandered into the camp of the Piute Indiana at Piute Bend on the Nevada side of the Colorado river. The bend only lay a few miles above Fort Mohave, and it is there that Jamison, which is generally given as the man’s name, gathered his first inklings of the storied wealth accumulated by several members of the tribe. They were said to knowof several great gold deposits in the desert and mountain country contiguous to their place of living, and from these they frequently brought to Fort Mohave splendid specimens of nuggets and gold dust This gold they traded for a half or third of Its actual value, buying the baubles and the gaudy apparel so dear to the heart of the red man. It also led occasionally to serious trouble, attempts of unscrupulous whites to obtain their secrets, sometimes - •ven by force, usually by some chicanery. Jamison took a course which brought him In direct and continued contact with all members of the tribe. He married one of the squaws,, and after a year or two of living with the Indians gained many of their secrets. To his brother-in-law he was Indebted for the discovery of an Immensely rich placer. To reach It.at all seasons of the year was apparently Impossible. “We shall wait till the snow falls and covers all the land,” said the red brother to Jamison. They waited for two years for such a time to come, snow not being a usual thing In that portion of the country every year. And when It came, the Indian took his adopted tribesman for a long journey, to a place of three peaks and a place where no water was obtainable, save through melting the snow, and there they gathered from beneath the white cloak much gravel, and carried -ft back to the camp of the Indians In three days Feeling assured, then,., of the wealth he was to gather, Jamison wrote an old eastern friend whose name has been lost. It Is said to have been Fields. He told Fields all about the wonderful gravel, and so excited his desire for riches that within a few months Fields had arrived at Fort Mohave. Jamison left the Indians with the excuse that he had to look after particular business In California. Then with Fields he went to Homer, $ station on the Santa Fe railroad In San Bernardino county, California. There they purchased a span of good mules with some of the gold that Jamison had saved from his first trip, and they loaded an old buckboard with a barrel of water and a few provisions and started out, driving south into Homer Wash. ' From all reports they probably traveled forty miles that day and night, arriving at the diggings early the next morning. v “There we climbed a mesa,” said Fields, telling of the discovery In after years. “And on top of this proceeded with our work, which merely consisted In scraping the gravel in heaps and*panning it In a tub which Jamison had brought along for the purpose. The water which had been left In the barrel was used In the tub. The gravel was nearly half gold, so rich that It nearly stunned us. We became careless In our work, picking off only the coarse gold and the nuggets, and dumped the residue of fine gold and dust into the tub. It was far too much work to pan It clean.” Want of water, the bugaboo that has menaced every prospector at ohe time or another in the southwest, came upon them at nightfall when they were forced to give to this two mules the water that had been used for panning. It was less than enough to quench their thirst, and In half panic the two miners cached their tub, half full of dust, and their gold pan in a small cave which they had discovered In one of the little canyons leading off the mesa. Then came their retreat, as Ignominious as any that ever befell an army. With all their wealth they wer forced to run. A panic seemed to overtake them and they jogged their mules through the desert night, trying to get to Homer before the break of day and the heat that came with It in that summer period. With coming of dawn they found themselves In a sad plight. They had lost the trail entirely, were in a country new to them, had not a drop of water and scarcely a handful of food. With breaking light came hope. Way off in the distance they discerned the guidepost that has led to many a salvation in the desert wastes; telegraph poles strung at regular Interval To reach them and the railroad tracks they marked was their alm. Through three hours of tortuous work, walking instead of trying to ride behind the worn-out mules, they struggled on, their tongues lolling black from out their mouths, their throats burned to a cinder crispness, their eyes bulging tn continued effort and strain. And reaching the railroad, they could discern, just a short distance to the right, a few straggling buildings, some little outpost of civilization, with promise of water if nothing more. And this they reached eventually, pulling their mules behind them. They were found by an old miner who happened on to the broad wooden platform of the only bar In Blake during the noon siesta of the town. They were more dead than alive, and it took several hours of hard work to bring them to. For two days they were out of their minds. > Their first thought on coming to was their gold. Had they lost it? Had it been stolen? They directed search for it in the wagon v and there it lay In a large canvas sack, untouched by the men who had cared for the mules. When it was weighed, the men found themselves In possession of 815,000 for a single day’s work! The story of their find made Blake a deserted village in a few hours. A stampede for gold was on. For days and weeks it continued, but never successfully. Their trail had been obliterated In the winds that continually sway the sand from dune to dune and obliterate ceaselessly through ages. It was a week before .Jamison And Fields could travel. They packed up at the end of that time and in their swaying buckboard they drove to

Needles, where Fields with his share of the gold started for the east to secure capital for development Jamison turned his mules back to Homer then, and on back to the Piute Bend to his Indians, arriving there in a delirium caused by a relapse into fever acquired on the trip from the diggings. His squaw nursed him tenderly and medicine men of the tribe gave him herbs,'but Jamison died.Fields came back when he heard of thls. HW had a chicken heart induced by past experiences, and nothing would induce him to start out alono on quest of wealth that lay hidden in the desert near the three peaks. - He sent other men for him, giving them a map of the country as he had conceived It, but they ail failed In the relocation of the treasure. Three men rode* leisurely out of the Panamlnt range of mountains at the edge of that famous sink of mystery, Death Valley, and on across country toward San Bernardino, their destination. They were all on good horses, had ample Packs, and ten-gallon water canteens. They rode through the heat of the day, their horses kicking up the dust of the desert and leaving behind a continuous hazy vapor which always distinguishes anything of life that moves in the desert wastes. During the heat of the day they stopped to camp In the shade of their hdrses, which were watered and fed- Soon they started on. This time there was not the same certainty, the same equanimity, among them, and a quarrel arose as to the proper direction to take. They quarreled all that afternoon, and finding their watersupply practically all gone on the following morning, their words almost resulted In blows. They separated. One of them. Frank Goler, struck out alone tn an easterly direction, while the other two went south. By noon of the second day Goler had arrived lit a series of low hills that lay directly in his path. He crossed them, and on the farther side discovered a canyon into which he plunged without the least fear and with renewed hope of salvation/ It contained abundant vegetation, and what was more than all the rest, It carried In its deepest embrace a little mountain stream. Arriving at Its banks, Goler, nearly delirious from lack of water, gave his horse its freedom and dropped'to the edge of the stream and began lapping up the cool, bright water. And while he drank, the rays of the sun, penetrating the foliage of an overhanging cottonwood, glinted upon something on the bottom of the stream—something yellow just beyond the touch of his lips. It was a nugget weighing several ounces. There were others near It, and Goler, bewildered at his good fortune, pulled forth three of the pieces of gold and then stopped to think of food, for he had not taken nourishment for more than a day. He tucked the nuggets into the bosom of his shirt, caught his horse, - mounted, and then proceeded with all possible speed down the canyon, taking little time even to make proper survey of the location of the treasure. Finally, after several hours of rough riding he came out upon a plain. Just ahead of him he saw what apparently had been the bed of a big body of water. It was all dried out and lay in a straight* easterly line with Mount San Antonio, or Mount Baldy, as It is more generally known In the southwest. The snow-capped peak gave Goler encouragement, and also Indicated the proper direction to the little mining town at the foot of the famous Arrowhead, .where the Indians found relief from many Ills in the waters that purled from several springs. It required another day for him to reach this place, and when he did he was completely exhausted and his horse fearfully jaded and ready to collapse. Three weeks elapsed before he had fully recovered, and then he showed the treasures that he had collected. “Why, there is enough of this stuff to load several wagons where I found It, and I am going to bring In a load In less than a month,” he assured some of his friends. He at once set out to fit up a wagon with broadrimmed wheels, light canvas top and a team of sturdy horses. The day he set out, a large gathering watched him off and several prospectors followed, hoping to be In on the wealth that he had discovered. In a few days they returned, disgusted with the fact that Goler apparently did not know whither he was traveling. In a month he came back, tired out and disgruntled because he had been unable to relocate the same chain of hills and the hidden waters. Six different times he went in search of his wealth and always returned with the same jtory—one of reverses and loss, until finally he had spent all of the money he had accumulated in a lifetime and had to give up the quest It is generally conceded that the Goler discovery has since been found. His first location was In 1886. In 1891 an old and odd character, Hen Moss, who made his home In San Bernardino, started ‘out on one of his regular prospecting trips. One of his burros wandered away from the other three, and Moss started to follow the lost animal with his entire train. The wandering burro found a canyon and in’t water, and in this way led Moss to the discovery of a gold deposit. In a few hours he panned out several ounces of dust with his horn spoon and also found two or three fair-sized nuggets. The discovery went to his head. He failed to place his locating stakes and hurried back to San Bernardino to celebrate his good fortune. With borrowed capital fie fitted up a second time, and when he left town he might have been mistaken at a distance for the Pled Piper of Hamelin. More than half the male inhabitant* of San Bernardino were at his back, all equipped for a long journey with pack train or on horse. Moss tried to throw them off his trail, doubled on them, returned to San Bernardino, but all to no avail. “Guess I might as well take you along," said one day when his patience had been trawled to a rag. , This time he proceeded directly to the distant range In the open desert And when he neared the canyon those who were following him realized the nearness of the end of their journey. Moss spurred his horse ahead and left his pack train to care for itself. There were better horses In that group, and race as be might, his hand unsteady and his saddle not so well filled as others, he was overtaken and passed. The stampeded prospectors, filled with lust for gold, had reached their goal, and old Hen Moss was one of the last to arrive on the ground of his discovery. He staked wh<t proved to be the poorest claim of all the eighty that were staked out The men all figured that they had come to the old Goler dlsooverv. and therefore they so named the district, which was at once organized. The Goler district is located In what Is now Kern county, California, about twenty-eight miles north of Mojave, a little mining town on the Southern Pacific. The creek proved one of the richest ever found in California. Several hundred thousand dollars were taken from • comparatively ssmU area

TO BE SERVED TOGETHER

Accompaniment* of Solid Dishes That Add to Their Flavor and Also > Digestibility. Boiled rlee, new potatoes, peas or asparagus and mint sauce go well with -spring lamb. Boiled lamb or mutton is improved by the addition of caper' sauce, and should be accompanied by boiled rice and stewed turnip. Baked leg of mutton 1* served with brown gravy, rice croquettes and stewed turnips or Brussels sprout*. Irish stew is best eaten with dumplings and boiled onions. Roast of beef can be accompanied by browned potatoes, string or butter beans, or asparagus. Broiled beefsteak can be accompanied by mashed or scalloped potatoes, cauliflower or asparagus. French fried potatoes are also a proper accompaniment of broiled beefsteak. Boiled tongue is served with tomato sauce and spinach. Creamed potatoes and peas are served with broiled chops; breaded chops are served with tomato sauce and potatoes au gratin. Cold meats, like hot meats, have their proper accompaniments. Sliced tomatoes with French dressing should be served with cold mutton. With cold lamb lettuce and chopped mint with French dressing are suitable. Mayonnaise of celery can be served with veal or cold chicken. Combined with tomato aspic It can be served with cold turkey. Cabbage salad with French dressing goes with cold ham, and apple sauce and cold slaw are d£ llclous with cold pork.

Baked Ham.

Cover your ham with cold water and simmer gently just long enough to loosen the skin so that it can be pulled off. This will probably be from two to three hours. When skinned, put In a dripping pan in the oven, pour over a teacup of vinegar and one of hot water, in which dissolve a teaspoon of mustard. Bake slowly, basting with the liquid, for two hours. Then cover the ham all over to the depth of one Inch with coarse brown sugar, press It down firmly, and do not baste again until the sugar ha* formed a thick crust, which it will soon do In a slow oven. Let it remain a full hour In the oven after covering with the sugar, until it becomes a rich golden brown. When done, drain from the liquor in the pan and put on dish to cool, When cool, not cold, press by turning, another flat dish on top with a weight over it. It is fine and slices nicely because of the pressing.

Griddle Cakes.

Into a coffee cup of sour milk put half a teaspoon of soda and stir till it foams. Beat an egg, add to milk, with little salt, and tablespoon of sugar. Use either bread or pastry flour, to make stiff enough to spread, a very little, when dropped on griddle, in tablespoons. Add half as much cream of tartar, as soda, to flour. Have griddle hot and well greased and you will find the fritters light and delicious. Adding cream of tartar was told to me years ago and find they are not only much lighter, but finely flavored, with no suspicion of sour milk about them.

Shad Roe a la Newburg.

Carefully place shad roe In a pan containing enough boiling water to cover ft, add the juice of one-half lemon or two teaspoons vinegar; let the roe simmer in the water for 20 minutes; drain and keep hot; serve with the following sauce: Heat one-half cup cream mixed with one-half cup milk, one teaspoon salt, one-quarter teaspoon cayenne pepper, and one-half teaspoon nutmeg In a double boiler for 10 minutes. Add the well-beaten yolks of two eggs to this and stir constantly until thick, (about three minutes); lastly add two tablespoons Madeira wine.

Paragon Crumb Pie.

Blend together three cupfuls of flour, one cupful of sugar, one-quarter teaspoonful of salt, one-half cupful of butter, and set aside three-quarter of a cupful of these crumbs. Mix together one cupful of molasses and one cupful of hot water in which one teaspoonful of soda has been dissolved, and Into this mixture stir the crumbs. Line two large pie pans wtlh good pie crust and pour in the batter. Sprinkle the top thickly with the reserve crumbs and bake twenty minutes In a moderate oven.

Swedish Stew.

Swedish stew will make a savory change In meat dishes. Put Into an earthen dish two and a half pounds stew beef cut into small slices, a large carrot sliced, three cloves, three rounding tablespoons pearl tapioca, one heaping tablespoon bread crumbs, one tablespoon vinegar, one-eighth of a grated nutmeg, salt and pepper. Add a little water, cover tightly and bake in a moderate oven five hours.

Transparent Pie.

Three eggs, one and one-half cups light brown sugar, piece of butter size of walnut and a grating of nutmeg. Beat the eggs very light; add sugar and beat until smooth. Then add ths melted butter and nutmeg. When baking watch very closely till custard Is set and do not allow to become hard. Remove from fire as soon as set. If desired a meringue or whip cream can be put on top.

Steamed Apples With Oatmeal.

Carefully pare and core three tender apples, place each In a buttered cup, fill centers with grated maple sugar and steam until quite tender. Place In hot djsh with freshly-cooked oatmeal, placing a spoonful in each cavity. Servo with cream.

Practical Fashions

This waist is just the thing for business wear with an up-to-date skirt. It can be made with the straight or pointed fronts, and with long or short 1 sleeves. Seven tucks at each should der givb the required fulness. Linen,, madras or silk with the collar and! cuffs of satin or other contrasting; good* can be used to develop thto waist The pattern (8142) is cut in sixes 34! to 42 Inches bust measure. Medium! size requires 2% yards of 36 Inch material, with % yard of 24 inch satin. To procure this pattern send » cento to "Pattern Department” of this paper. Write name and address plainly, andb* sure to give sise and number of pattern. Na 6142. » BIZB- —— NAME . TOPHfIHI-eea ■ ■■*—■i ■ ■ ■■ssseseto STREET AND Na STATE—— - ■■■sees

MISSES’ DRESS.

Thia pretty costume Is simple to make and may be carried out In serge, cashmere, mohair or silk. The garment closes at the front and the skirt is a two-piece model. This is a very dressy design, and a particularly girlish one. The pattern (6150) is cut braizes 14, 16 and IS yean. Medium size will require 4 yards of 36 Inch material or 3% yards of goods 44 inches wide. To procure this pattern send 1® cents to "Pattern Department." of this paper. Write name and address plainly, andbe sure to give size and number of oattarn.

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Making Things Even.

"Veil, Ikey, my poy." said Sol to his son, "I’ve made my vlll and left It all to you." “That’s very good of you, father." remarked Ike, eyeing him suspiciously. “But bless you, it cost a lot of money for the lawyer, and fees amt things!" "Ye-es,” said Ike, more suspiciously. “Veil, it ain’t fair 1 should pay all dot, is it? So I’M shust take It off your next month’s salary."

Joy of Neighborliness.

With the aid of the waves of ether, transmuted or translated Into waves of sound for those who have not eyes, or into light for those who have not ears, we may find neighbors where there is greatest need, or where our noblest need is best fulfilled. Mobility, transmissibility, are they not to bring mankind nearer, if not into,- the higher kingdom, even as they brought the vegetable to be an animal, to approach, and then to enter its next kingdom?—John H. Finley, in the At* lantlc. r -