The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-03-29

hints for the guidance Of those less well
placed in the running
"Oh. dog womenr' he said. They're
well enough: but don't let's bother about
'em now want some Of you fellows
juststo tell me how this man Anthony
got his start.
The miner picked up his cards and
looked them over deliberately. Then he
winked across at his partner to call his
wandering attention to the fact tho
Jack" was on top to be played for
When this matter had been settled to his
satisfaction he turned back to the Texan
and gave the desired information in two
words. Prairie dogs
A deep abstraction fell upon the man
of kline and his pipe went out unnoticed.
He had been hearing Of the wonderful
Prairie Dog mine for the last four years.
Even down in the cattle country the
mine was known and talked about. Its
phenomenal richness, the queer story Of
its discovery. the unprecedented luck OF
everything and everybody connected
with it, had made exciting variety In the
cow conversation around the root fire
in many ranchinan's hut. and = Tony
Ned" the hero OF the find. was regarded
with respectful admiration which is a
concomitant Of success
I WAS there any truth in the leper
story" he reused himself to inquire; '.or
was ii just newspaper canardY'
well. deliberated the miner, craft
lily saving his partners ten and .'low''
for himself Mt the same stroke. n guess
there was grain or two Of truth in the
dirt the papers panned at so damnation
hard some years back, Nobody amt in
innate with that story, nor got the run
Of the back door on details, except one
man. and that's Tony Ned, as he was
called before he made his lump Ned
amt likely to crafty themorbid han
kering after sensation that agitates the
journalistic breast any more than suits
him neither. He paused to murmur to
his companions. Hear that? Good words
them-ablebodied fellows and then
proceeded: mo. Ned don't give himself
away much. Most Of them stories were
written up in the offices by the men that
know all about It, as usual. Still, they
couldn't miss getting grain or so of
metal out Of all that grit.
And those were suggested the
Texan eagerly.
That Tony Ned (high to me. If you
pleased went prospecting in the Sierra
Madre country five or six years back
and CHANGED on the biggest find any fell
low has made since I've been diggin: a
laundering find, a. good as the Com
stock any day. The way the story runs,
as the miners tell it, ID just this, and ]
reckon it's as true a bill as any, because
Ned never contradicts it" The miner.
having secured the pot, laid aside his
hand and turned to face the room;
Med was prospecting down there away,
and he had run Of bad luck at first.
black enough to set the devil swearing,
"After digging around for q month Of
so, and getting nothing for it but pain
in the back, Ned saddled up his broncho
and came down out Of the hill, swearing
he was going to quit sending his bucket
down a dry well. He pulled right and
he pulled left for awhile before he could
get himself to agree all round to quit
ting, for Tony Ned has as good grip in
the jaw as most bulldogs going, and he
mortally hates to leave hold of thing
he's once set his teeth in. He had a
sorter feeling, too. that there was ore
about, if only he could strike it. How
ever. he quit, and took out across the
plains into Arizona. and the more he
went forward the more he hankered
after going back, and the more sure he
was that the Madres had secret they
were hiding from him. At last he left
the thing to chance, as they say miners
and sailors are fond of doing.
1T was the morning of the second day,
and good square sixty miles lay behind
him. He was cooking his rasher and
coffee and cursing his luck. and his
broncho, having eaten up all the grass
in his lariat circle, was looking on and
listening. Two little prairie dogs sat or
a mound close by enjoying the early sun
shine. but the rest Of the village were
asleep. Presently the little beggars fell
out about something and set to for 3
regular rough and tumble. One was
bigger than the other, and queer notion
struck Ned as he sat and watched 'em
He named the big dog Sense. and the
little one he called Instinct If Sense
whips. he said to himself. I'll push OF
and try my luck in Arizona. But If In
stinct wins Inn going back to the Ma
dres. He eyed 'em close. and presently
he got up and walked over to his saddle
the little dog had got the big dog dowI
and fairly rolled him down the mound.
The Virginian removed his arms from
the back of the chair and seated him
self in it. The story probably interested
him as much as it did the other men
The initial steps Of success are Away
interesting when success has BEEF
achieved; it is only the chronicle o
| failure that is tedious,
\ When he got back to the hills pro
4 ceeded the narrator, "he went on geo,
bit farther north before striking int
them again. He nosed around for al
he was worth; but for about week ba'
luck held on like burr; then the It'd
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