The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-12-30
ever tried in Colorado and proved sue
eessful -
STRIKING 1T BIG.
Some Wonderful Discoveries that
Did Not Enrich tue Finders.


[Salt Lake Tribune.]
The day was hot at Frisco, Utah, and
the three drank beer and talked. 1t ap'
peared from their conversation that they
had all had more or less experience in
prospecting. One said:
''The biggest thing l ever struck was
once when me and Newt Bowden was
prospectin'. One day we felt the earth
kinder tremblin' an saw a smoke on the
top of mountain. We climbed up to
the top-'twas long pull. When we
got there we found it was volcano
Twas all bilin' in the crater. One place
in the crater was lower than t'other parts,
an cliff struck righ. down from this
low place-it went down bout seven
hundred feet. The earth KEEP tremblin'
and n stream bout twenty feet wide by
five deep run outen the crater or gap an
made clear jump of seven hundred feet
down."
"Waterw interrupted one of the listen
ers "pooty hot, wasn't it%'
"Water! Twas quicksilver
"QuicksilverT'
"You bet. We went down to the foot
of the fall. The stream of quicksilver
from the fall run a few hundred yards
and sunk. 1t KEEP tremblin'"
"What made the tremblin'T'
"The quicksilver strikin' below; heavy,
you know. Me an Newt both got sick !;
he sicker than me. He KEEP gittin' worse
an died before I could get him to a
camp. got to camp an was sick for
months was salervated. My teeth all
came out. l hain't no teeth now, nor
toe-nails, nuther."
"Why didn't you go back to the quick
silver?'
"Fraid er gittin salervated agin.
Killed Newt, you know"
No. 2 said: "Well, the richest discov'ry
| ever made was one time when / was by
myself. / saw bluff bout three miles
off; it had queer look. l went to it;
twas more'n thousan' feet high, an
nearly every bit of it was solid native
silver. You could walk long an look at
it for mile 'thout seein' anything but
pure silver. Some places silver had
oozed out while the cliff was hot, an
made things like big icicles; some of
them was hangin' down five hundred
feet long. located bout three miles of
the ledge, an left"
GLOW came you SO poor? asked one.
"Well, I'd got back in a days ride of
camp, an was packin' up one mornin
after breakfast; as / came to the fryin
pan, my mule had one him foot in it, an
| tapped him on the leg to make him
step outen it, an he up and kicked me
on the head"
"But he didn't break your head"
"No; but I can't remember directions
since"
The third one began: II was by myself
too, when l struck it big. One day | was
prospectin' through an open country an
travelled on till after night, trying to find
water. At last l rode over a ridge and
noticed that my mules shoes KEEP clink-
in against something. ] had fine young
mule. There was valley at the bottom
of the ridge and water. l went to sleep
an walked up when day began to break,
but rolled over and slep' again. Mex
time ! walked the sun was up, but l
couldn't hold my eyes open until l tried
a long time, there was such glitter.
"Mica," one of the party suggested.
"Gold, sir! Gold everywhere! I'd
thrown part of my blanket over chunk
to make piller; the chunk was gold,
solid gold. The ridge I'd come over was
gold, solid gold. On tother side of the
valley was mountains of gold risin' up
and glitterin' in the sunshine. One high
mountain had snow on the top, but was
gold up to the snow. Fellers, that noun
tain looked like a picter. I'd just begun
to think my bacon eatin' days was over
when three men came up to me, two
young men an one ole man. Judgin
from their actions-I couldn't under
stand their talk-the young fellers want
ed to kill me, but the old chap persuaded
'em not ter. They all had gold buttons
on their clothes an heel-taps an tap
soles of gold. The ole man was smokin'
gold pipe with long gold stem. They
; blin'fo folded me an led me away" Tht
narrator stopped and seemed to be retro
|
wei, did they lead you farF'' he wa
asked.
, "Seems to me l listened to the clink O
!, tapsoles an heels for ten thousand miles.
, "Was they long about it?''
"When | laid down in that gold valley
that night, though l say it myself, wa
young an good lookin'; my beard wa
black as crow an hair thick as dogs
but when they lef' me an got out o
hearin' an 7 uncovered my eyes m.
beard was gray"
"An' your head"
, "Like it is now-nota hair on it."
"What became of your fine youn|
mule%
"The ole man rode it on the trip till i
fell dead of ole age"
/, An Ann o. pricn n En- n f0n.