Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1890-10-09
DESERTS AND THlPSTS.
A California Man Tells Why II Loves One
Desert and Hates Another.

California, in an interview published
in the New York Sun, "and | don't
mean to say that I'm stuck on the big
sand valley that stretches between the
Colorado river and the San Bernadino
Mountains. I've a well established
horror of that bit of country, and III
tell YOU why. You may remember
that the section of the Southern Pacific
crossing the Yuma desert was the last
portion of the road built. While the
road was being constructed | owned
some stage lines in Arizona. and the
Southern Pacific asked me to put on a
line between Yuma and seven Plains
to connect the two lines of the railroad.
Before deciding | thought it best to
drive over and inspect the route, and,
taking one of my best drivers, | start
ed from Cotton in light wagon drawn
by two good horses. Our load was
made up mainly of water barrels, and
we calculated that we had more than
enough to carry us through. The real
sand desert, in which there is no living
thing, animal or vegetable, is about
1870 miles wide. and in those days not
a drop of water could be had on the
route. The distance was too great TO
be made in the night, and in the day
time no shelter from the heat could be
found, and it was no worse to be NOV
ing slowly than to be at rest The
heat was appalling, and VIC couldn't
put hand upon anything metallic.
Why, when they built the railroad
across there, the men had to use wood
en- tongs to handle the rails, and they
needed gloves even then.
Half way across the desert we came
upon party of four men whose horses
had given out, and as they had no wat.
er we divided our stock with them so
that they could get back alive. Then one
OF our barrels sprung leak, and
we lost a lot hcforc we knew it, Our
horses suffered horribly. but we could
do no more than cool their mouths now
aud then with IA wet sponge. and when
we had thirty miles yet to 20 they col
lapscd in the afternoon. We had just
pint of water left at that time. and
both Of US were parched with thirst.
| drank third of the pint and set out
a-loot for Yuma, leaving the rest OF
VIC NAltI lDI the ullNtIJ WIN WAS tDO
much used mp 20 walk.
Walking in the sand was hard,
slow work. and IL was broad daylight
hen | sighted the Colorado river.
That strip of silver CLEAN in the sun
light was the most blessed sight my
eyes ever rested upon, and | broke in,
to a run toward the river with a wild
desire to plunge into the wator aud
drink the stream dry. was half
crazed with thirst and fatigue and
had no more sense than mile post
ana if hadn't been stopped I'd have
killed myself with drinking. That's a
pointer for your cold water cranks.
incorporate use of water ut that time
would have Killed me quicker than all
the whisky my skin could hold. BY
good luck somebody in Yuma saw me
running zizzag across the plain toward
the river and knew by my actions that
! was desert crazy. A party OF men
ran out and stopped me, and | fought
them in my frantic desire to reach the
river and plunge into it. But they
oyerpowered me. aud gave me just Il
sip OF water at time until the worst
Of my thirst was quenched, and then
| became rational and told them about
the driver,
within an hour relief party was
made up and started out with plenty
of water in wagon, and | had re-
covered sufficiently to go with the
party. When we got to where had
left the outfit. we found only the wag.
4 lnnl kArgns fIhn a tsiy
er had disappeared 1t was easy to
track the man, however, as the wind
had not blown his footprints full OF
sand. and in an hour or Two we found
him. after following his aimless errat-
ic waEderings. Ill never forget the
sight The mans tongue, swollen and
black ~ your boots pruludcd from his
mouth, his eyes were bulginS from his
head and staring like maniac's and
he was covered with blood that flowed
from tMo wounds in his throat Thirst
had made him crazy, and when the
feeling of SutTocation in his throat had
become iutolerahle. he had SiaShed his
neck vertically on each side of the
windpipe, ia the vain hope of relieving
lllt ltuelbHs vi NbuiSt "Lllt cutting
did no good directly but possibly the
letting of blood did no harm. The
mans suffering must have been hid
eous. We caught him with some diff
ii, atty and took him back to Yuma,
giving him little water every few
minutes on the way, and he finally re-
covered after some weeks in the hos
pital.
Il didn't put any stage line across
that corner OF the desert, you can bet.
When | think OF that trip even New
York seems better than the desert
that kind of desert. | mean
The old master w;S given another
commission, and naught was heard in
the art gallery save the gentle gurg-
ling OF two work, OF art through two
gtrawS. as Colonel Mccarthy and the
other man mcdilated upon the horrors
OF unquenchahle thirst.