Pioche daily record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1872-1876, 1875-08-21
THAT MYSTERIOUS CRAFT.

the purport of which is, that nom the
windows of the REcoRD sanctum, by the
help of field-Slas can be seen cut IN
everlasting stone on the desert plain the
hull of a dismantled ship. The RECORD
editor moralizes greatly over this strange
spectacle of IN earlier world Virginia
Enterprise.
Tho portly editor Of the Enterprise
goes on to tell Of what he saw, and ac-
counts for tue wonderful appearance by
saying it was a mirage, thereby casting
aspersions on our eye-sigh. and trusty
fieli-glass. The thing can't be disposed
of that easily. There it is; since we at
tracted public attention to the wreck,
hundreds have visited it, and can attes;
to the truth of what We say. The pur'
port of the article was not that the hull
appeared ION the desert plain cut in
everlasting stone" II lies on tho noun
tain eide, is built Of strange and odorif-
erous wood: and, as We before asserted
SEEMED 10 draw but five feet Of water
when full" Since We wrote of the
discovery, party OF gentlemen organ
lied an expedition and visited the wreck.
We were mistaken in two or three minor
particulars, as the hull is not over one
hundred feet long. and bears evidence of
having once been pierced for carroDades.
A portion Of the figure head remained,
and, by close scrutiny. one Of the party
made out an inscription on her side.
The legend ran somewhat thus: "RAN-Y
DO-LER." A discovery so fraught with
| recollections of the past, and of such
surprising interest to ALL could not be
overlooked or ignored. A sort OF marine
| antiquarian society or company was i'm.
medlately formed. and Clint Patchen
elected captain. The company having
just commenced their researches, of
course It's impossible for us to say what
they may succeed in discovering. They
are working in the interests of science,
and when tangible information relative
to this strange barque has been collated,
We shall hasten to lay it before our read
ers. There lies that wreck (there is no
getting over tho fact that it's there) /;
but beyond the clue we have already
noted, there is not trace OF
where she hailed from or what fate
overlook her gallant but ill-starred crew.
Perchance the morning sun that cheered
them as they sailed the inland seq and
awoke the echoes of the mountain shore
was hid in storm-cloud ere the day was
done, and amid the crash of thunder and
the glare of the angry lightning the crew
found q watery grave and the gallant
barque was stranded on lonely coast.
We have been told strange stories of ves-
sells bearing the same name, and it has
been said that the naval style of the
wreck but lily accorded with former
marine structures sailing with that cog
nomen, but this was told to us in conf
dence and we will no, break the trust.
In conclusion there is one little matter
we would suggest to our readers. Don't
carry away the wreck piecemeal, even
though it is relic of the past, though
its fate is shrouded in mystery, and its
destination and nationality matters of
the widest conjecture, consider how
much better it would be to adopt some
plan whereby it can be carried to the
Centennial. All that is rare and curious
will be found there in rs, and what can
be found rarer or more curious than tan
gible evidence that the dusty valley now
lying to the eastward was once ripping
lake, rejecting the passing clouds and
glittering stars. Amid the whirl Of to-
day, throughout all the vicissitudes of
time, that silent monitor has lain on the
slope OF the mountain, and now that it
has been discovered and noted 80 min
utely it is but meet that due publicity be
given to its existence. We claim no
credit for its discovery; if we had Mt
seen it someone else would indeed
Sehopmann declares be saw and spoke
of it yenrs ago. Be it so, we will not
press our claim as discoverer but simply
suggest that fitting measures be taken to
rescue the Rauty Dodler from the OBJ
livion i'll which it has so long Stun bered
and restore it to its place in the history
Of Nevada's naval architecture. If this
is done we shall feel we have not spoken
in vain.