San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1882-10-26

that has sprung up all along the
broken and furrowed valleys, where
once, in the flush times of thirty odd
years ago, the miners of the great
Golconda, or whatever they used to
call it, hunted for gold during the
week and on Sunday did their wash
ing or lynched some one by request.
During the past summer a NAM
moth dipping corral has been erected
at Laramie City, w. t., where all
home and foreign sheep are dipped,
to abolish and discourage that eccen-
tricity of genius among sheep known
as the scab. This tank is virtually q
trough, 300 feet long, filed with solu-
tons of sulphur, arsenic, soda and
other political opponents of the scab.
At this great watering place 10000
sheep have this summer resorted with
their families. A great many of them
were from California, and some were
our own sheep.
At the lower end of this trough,
where the sheep come out, Mr.. Healy
noticed when the trough was clear of
dip that there was sediment of black
sand. Black sand does not catch the
eye of the novice, but when>an old
forty miner notices the metallic glitter
of that material he naturally goes af-
ter gold pan and begins to investi-
gate. Mr.. Healy did so. He was
surprised to find that he got from 20
to so cents to the pan of fine gold.
He set an old-timer to panning at the
foot of the dip, and cleaned up $12
per day in dust for week.
Then a large, octagonal chunk of
truth began to creep into Mr.. Healy's
intellect. The dipping of sheep does
not necessarily get out any of the dirt,
to speak of, but the Boston people who
scour the wool must be the ones who
have open to them glorious, golden
harvest. Mr.. Healy came to this con-
clusion at once, and acting upon it, he
went to Boston Immediately, and as
fast as hack could carry him, he
went to one of the largest wool empo-
RUINS and securing resorts of that
great city. 1t was house that han
died Pacific coast wool exclusively.
Mr.. Healy said he wanted to speak
with the boss prevaricator of the ranch
on an important matter. He was
shown into the conservatory where
the managing editor was beating down
big Colorado sheep man on his
prices for his wool. Mr.. Healy waited
patiently till he could get the eye OF
the speaker. When he got the proper
opportunity he said:
"Sir, have made discovery that
I desire to act upon at once. 1t will
bring you millions of dollars easily
and surely, and I only ask that you
will use me white in payment for the
discovery. If give this to you want
100000. 1t will make millions fol
you, and you needn't go out of your
establishment except to go to Europe
when you feel like it, to buy Venus de
Needles and Venus de Milos and other
fine haired bric-a- brac. Wealth will
come floating into your Golfers In a
golden stream. /,
"Let us make few mathematical
calculations. You scour 25,OOO,OOO
pounds of wool per annum. Fifty per
cent. of that, or 12,50O,O00 pounds is
black, gold bearing sand running say
fifty cents to the pan, or if you will
be iudicious in buying of men whose
ranges are in the old hydraulic gulches
of the coast, you can bring it up to 81
to the pan. Well say that pan av-
erages two pounds Of sand, and you
have from $3,OOO,OO0 to $6,OOO,O0O
per year. Do you tumble, you old
grizzly moss agate of Massachusetts?
Do YOU get on to my little scheme,
noble Duke of the Kingdom of Cod
fsh?"
"Do r." murmured the sage. DO
I? Come with me"
He took Mr.. Healy out to the rear
of the great securing rink and showed
him where two Cinnamon were at
work with gold pans.
you think, MIR. Healy," said he,
that 1 am a putty man from away up
the creek, no doubt. You do not
know me. You are in error. L am
am old 49er myself. 1 came home by
wav of the isthmus many years ago,
and I know black sand with little fine
rubies and flour gold in it as well as
YOU do. 1 have been on this little
raaket now for some years, and L am
doing moderately well. l early learned
that the growing coat of California