Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1888-11-17
CHASING JACK RABBITS
Is Profitable Business if They Only
Run the Right Way.

said asunburned, roughly dressed man
to Ticket Agent Mann, as he stepped
up to the counter of his Kimball
House Office yesterday morning.
"What did you say?" said Mr..
Mann, as he wiped the mildew from
his eyeglasses.
"Cocolalla, l said"
"Where is that? Never heard of
that place BEFORE" and the ticket
agent looked suspiciously at his
customer, wondering if there wasn't
new joke in circulation.
"Cocolalla? Why, Cocolalla is on
the Northern Pacific, about 1900
miles from st. Paul. It's where l
leave the railroad to go to my mines
in the Ceur d'Alene mountains"
"Oh, all right; can fix you now,"
said Mr.. Mann, and it was but the
work of Il moment for him to fix up
the yard-long coupon pasteboard that
will give his customer railroad
transportation to his far-off western
home.
A reporter witnessed the little Incl
dent, and as the stranger pocketed
his ticket to Cocolalla in the attractive
company of a roll of bills that would
make any newspaper man wealthy,
he introduced himself and asked a
leading question about the land Of
COcolalla.
"Pm going back there to look after
a mine found six years ago. It's
in the Ceur d'Alene mountains,
bout seventy-fve miles from the
railroad. My names Wilson, and
my partner, whose name is Gilker-
he's a Pennsylvania Dutchman-is
up there now and he's just wrote me
that he's had a chance to sell it for
our price,"
Chow much is that, Mr.. Wilson q"
"Two hundred thousand" was the
careless answer, and as the reporter
was trying to catch his breath Mr..
Wilson continued:
"Well, now tell you that's been a
pretty lucky strike Tor us two fellers.
In the summer of 1872 Gilker and l
was working in the Anaconda smelter
at Butte City, in Montana. We was
making regular wages and doing
tolerably well. But one day Gilker
says to me, Let's go up to the Occur
d'Alene, Bill told him we'd better
stay where we was, but l thought
about it good deal just the same.
So long bout the LIST of August /
says to Gilker, PHI go with you and
we'll try our luck We started and
every train we met this side Of
Thompson's Falls was crowded full
offellers who'd been prospectin' il
the Ceur d'Alene all summer anC
every one of 'em was broke. They
all told us 'twant no use to go thar
an | was feelin' pretty blue an wanted
to go back, but Gilker says let'sgo OF
anyway, we'vegot our ticket. So W.
went on an it cost us bout all w,
had to get our prospectin' outf
packed in. We tramped over tn
hills for nigh two weeks an our grul
was gettin' low. l told Gilker whel
the grub give out l was going t.
strike for home. But it didn't Civ
out, for one day we found a pocket,
a regular lump Of gold, an we fol
lowed it up till we struck the vein.
as that the property your partne
says he can sell for $200,OOO?"
eyes. But didn't tell you no,
we came to strike it. One day m
and Gilker was smoking after eatir
what we called supper an talllir
bout the ID country, when all of
sudden jack rabbit run past u
He'd got hurt somehow and wl
limpin' along, and Gilber starte
after him. He never caught the jacl
but he did fall down in gully thu
was all growed up with mountai
sages as tall as your head, and
llickin' around down thar a tryin' t
get out he loosened some of the rocI
and thar was gold under every ston
He yelled to me to come thar, and "
lit a candle; twas most dark Their
and got up two or three good chunk
We carried EN- to our tent a
pounded them out an knew by Il
time we got too tired to work out al