The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-07-22
THE LOST PINE n 3.
Memories That Caused an Army
Officer to Invest in It.

1 nave just received a letter from my
agent offering me a safe Investments
cool thousand if | buy and sell within
a month-twenty shares of the Lone
Pine Mining Congratulated"
Mines are risky investments at best.
Millions are made in them every year,
but more lost. | have never yet been
on the winning side. Before writing
Buy" | shall reflect.
What says the prospectus?
Heavy silver bearing lode-surface
exposure, one hundred feet by twelve
vertical, developing side pockets
numerous branches
Where is the phenomenon?
Santa Catalina mountains, Pima
county, Arizona. Agent, b. n. Tue
SON.
A familiar locality. I'll bet that
agent a hat can give him points on
the Lost Pine mine" Haven't /
trailed that country from Dan to Beer
sheba in the days gone by?
How? Where? When?
In the days of my first service-four
years between the ella and the north
ern Mexican border-I knew every wa
ter hole and every patch of bunch grass
between Nogales and the ella range.
1t was in the beginning-in the days of
fresh commencements-that made the
acquaintance of hat mine. 1t is the
same-the Lost Pine mine" 1t never
had a name until the day we met. By
me it began to wear the dignity of a
name. BY it l began to get knowl-
edge and understanding of mines. We
are old friends. To-day it is a certainty
of the business world. Surely out of
the beginning groweth the end. That
mine has prospered from the start.
And this is the history of the begin
ming.
Less than a year previously 1 had
run the gauntlet of the terribly learned
medical examining board of the army
and had been admitted to the rank and
dignity of first lieutenant and assistant
surgeon. When l placed my first order
for uniforms with Hatfield, and ran up
a bill for trimmings with Ridabock, |
felt more valuable than a ton of twenty
fo%ur-carat gold and more dignified than
a Hindoo god with a diamond eve. l
was a star of the first magnitude. If
an acquaintance failed to congratulate
me upon these hard-won honors l put
his omission down to malice. and cut
him off my list. Out of twenty-five
aspirants | had been the only one &C
cepted by the board. The only one
who possessed the requisite learning
and ability thought. The only one
who happened to know just what the
board happened to ask-lt afterward
appeared. l thought myself an un-
usually gifted scholar, certain to add
wonders to medical science in the army.
Everyone else thought l was an ass.
shells and pinfeathers.
My first orders lifted me away from
scenes of intellectual triumphs and
dropped me into those of physical fail
ures-with a cavalry battalion in the
cactus beds near the Mexican line,
somewhere south of Tombstone. The
drop was fattening. From Central
park, a silk hat, tan kids and white
CATERS, to the heart of an alkali desert,
the back of a qua-termaster's mule and
the nightly shelter of n saddle blanket
A month before l would have tainted
at the sight of myself. Trousers,
mounted, made h~eavy-boots heavy,
hand-sewed-hat. campaign, drab." was
the description the salient points of my
field uniform bore on the quartermas-
lter's returns. The ensuing grief shook
the scales from my eyes.
1t was necessary for me t. learn
something without delay, and in Ari-
iona information is not acquired with
out poverty and earnest purpose, two
things | knew not of. Urged by the
sustaining spur of good resolutions l
rose betimes, and cinching my mule by
the light of the morning sun, rode forth
into the chapparal to Stay bush rabbits
with my six shooter and fatter the