Arizona weekly citizen., 1895-06-08

horned toad and the cactus was still IT
 it and that the "Lost Jackass" exceeded the wealth of ths Indies we pass ano
 add the "Barn Door" to the territoria
 treasury.
 The Santa Catalina range, one of the
 grandest and most sublime of the great
 upheavals in southern Arizona is the
 home of Lost mines. Within it's myste-
 rious and lsbsrypthine depths the leg
 ends of the rast have root and radiation
 Here romance and reality were conceiv,
 ed and born, the Lost mine has it's
 home and over it the gaunt spectre of
 the past, holds it's urceasing watch. | The lost mines in Arizona are as
 ubiquitous as the lost tribes of Israel.
 They exist in story and song, they are | the ignus fatuous of the gold seeker,
 and, Jack O'Laptern like, have lured 1 many brave man to his grave. The
 end is still afsr off, for the legend of
 hidden gold never dIes. Bright as the
 morning sun that gilds Mount Lemons
 peaks or dips in the golden west, they
 can be had for the mere finding, but
 like death in Hamlet's fsmLus soliloquy
 "there's the rub" The complications
 and desert dangers in Kipling's King
 Solomon's mines have been laughed to scorn a thousand times in Arizona, and voyages more frsught with peril than Jason's queet for the Golden Fleece have not wanted for men to do and dare and die.
 The hypnotic influence of "lost mines" has ever run through frontier blood as lightning leaps through air. With fas- cinating glitter the legends of the past gle8m and glisten in the sun. The more distant, the more hazardous the path way to the golden goal the more deter mined and heroically is it sought. "I dare do all that man may do who dares do more is none," has been exemp- liied without end by Arizonans. Dis appointed ever but discouraged never, while the lamp of life continues to flick CT and burn. Like the "Old Guard" at Waterloo "they die but never surren- der" the Idea of lost mines and their ul- innate discovery. But the search is never done. Some canyons must be re- explored, some hill again climbed; painless and waterless waste must be agsin crossed, lodges re-examined, new dangers faced and death again braved.
 When the mania for finding 6 lost mine once fairly takes possession of 8 his whole heart and soul IS csntered on the one unsatisted desire. Youth and strength are frittered away n the hopeless cause and when the last Hitch of life has been reached and they ,an no longer brave the rigors of the hills, they bemoan their fate and curse heir grizzled age. "If," said one of Vithin the hearing of the writer, net week ago, "If had had a little more l ime in there I know could have found t, but Bill was killed by the Indiane, Tom got crazy for water and died and l , lad to get out, but know it's there," [ md so the thousandth lost mine story las been told.
 Occasionally find" is made but it l; brings DO lasting joy. The fsbulously $ ich "Bsrn Door" mine of the Santa Jatslinss has been discovered, so many people think, but even the identity of [ his is in dispute. Some miners who ' lave examined it declare it to be noth- V Dg but natural rift in She face of .reat bluff made in one of natures : hroes when the world was new, but [ thers, good men and experienced min I ITS too, can see in the cavernous opening n the rock the handIwork of the an- . ient goldseeker, but all agree that, so [ ar as rich mineral is concerned, there t 8 nothing in it. But this will net deter . nen from braving anew dangers in 1; lopeless quest of which there is no end. | Evidences of former towns are p'entifully t catered throughout the fsstnesses of he Santa CRtalinas, and the ruins of z rrsstras, where the Aztec or Jesuit [ lave once crushed his ore, are numer- us, and these appeal strongly to the enturesome, but by whose hands they 3 Eere wrought and worked or from i 7hence came the glittering gold they . ought is mystery shrouded in the i'm upcertaintyof the past, and which t ime with its erosive hand IS ever thick ( ming.