The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1897-11-15
A FAMOUS OLD MINER.
EDWARD SCHIEFFELIN ONE OF TOMB
t STONES DISCOVERIES. ,

EDWARD sCHlEFFELIN ONE OF TOMB.
STONES DISCOVERIES:
True Stories of q Most Typical Westeru
Prospecsor-How the Schienelin Broth.
ers and Dick Sir Struck It Rich In
Tombstone Gulch.
The Pacific coast newspapers have
been full of stories about Edward
Schieffelin, n of the discoveries Of
the Tombstone mines, who was found
dead in a cabin in eastern Oregon. His
remains, according to his wish, now
rest upon the top of a granite peak two
miles west of Tombstone, A. T. He de-
sired, he said, ito be buried in the garb
Of a prospector, my old pick and can
teen with me, and a monument such as
prospectors build when locating a min
ing claim built over my grave and no
other monument or slab erected"
1t seems to be generally felt through
out the Pacific coast that this plain.
ignorant, kind hearted old pioneer and
%prospector, who had travelled many
thousands of miles in search of new
mines, has thus unconsciously made his
mark upon our romance and history.
That lonely granite cairn in the desert.
rising upon the extreme point of a tree
less promontory, will long be pointed
out as the grave of one of the most ia
nous of American prospectors.
Ed Schieffelin's one great strike
yielded him fully a third Of 81, 600, 600.
At various times in his adventurous
career he plodded painstakingly over
the widest portions of the Rocky noun
tains and Sierras, he visited Alaska,
Mexico, South America and South
Africa, but never again found such a
mine. When he died, his fortune.
one time said to be over $500.
greatly decreased by resseaz
vestments and costlyA
The, story of1tll4a bmb-
stone, tina k5uej kfisonian
mining city, has been told in many
different MAYA, until. it is fast becom-
ing M CesSke most attractive of Pacific
coast myths. The simple facts are that
late in the seventies the two Schieffelin
brothers and Dick Grid were prospect
lng. sometimes together, sometimes
~eparately, in various districts of Ari-
1ona and New Mexico. It was a time
f terrible Indian outbreaks, and the
Apaches were on the warpath, killing
lonely miners and prospectors, attack.
ing the stage coaches and running off
cattle. Ed Schieffelin finally wandered
into the neighborhood of a disputed
claim, the Bronco, where eight men
had been shot in various attempts to de-
eide its ownership, and was hired at 50
q day to sit on a hilltop and look out
for Indians. One day, while hunting
up a stray horse, the hitherto unsuccess-
full prospector stumbled into what was
afterward called Tombstone Gulch and
found some copper stained rock or what
became the Tough Nut mine. This he
sent to Grid for an assay, and soon after
sent ore from the Lucky Cuss. When
development was begun, a thin vein in
granite widened, and promised immense
riches. The claims were sold for very
large sums, and when the Apaches were
driven out capitalists poured money in
to the district. But the mines did not
justify expectations. Tombstone was
very far from being a second Comstock.
The unlucky Broncho never paid a dol
lar. The Schieffelin and Grid claims
yielded for a time but soon ran out,
and the camp sank into decay.
The first time I met Schieffelin, that
most typical of western prospectors,
was about six years ago. After hearing
some Of his picturesque prospector
yarns I told him about the various
treasure expeditions to Coos island and
the legends which had caused these e
elements. He seized upon the glitter
ing tale Of diamond hilted swords, Rags
of doubloons and bars of gold with the
faith Of a child and at once offered to
fit out a schooner for the islands and to
pay my expenses as we'll as give me q
third of the treasure if I would go along
to repeat the legend as often as desired.
He had prospected for almost every
thing, he said, except pirate treasures.
and he wanted those diamond hilted
swords to "put in his parlor."
/ did not know at that time the story
about his parlor. Having bought a
$1,000 house in the town OF Alameda,
he kent several tons Of quartz in one
corner, on top Of which his old pros
pecting tools, burro's saddle and camp
outfit reposed when not in use. I never
heard what his wife thought of this
unique furniture, but there is no doubt
that the diamond hilted swords would
have rested peacefully on the quartz
pile, and. it was with sincere regrets