The Arizona sentinel., 1897-01-09
YUMA, ARIZONA SATURDAY, JANUARY g. 1897.

Besides, he has dreams of wealtl
 In many places. No sooner has h
 made find and little "raise'
 than he Is eff to explore som
 region of which he has long haC golden visions.
 If all do not find gold, ever,
 prospector finds more of less pleas ure in his chosen pursuit, notwith standing the hardships of the life The prospector is generally g lover of nature, and he enjoys the wilds. Reposlng upon the bosom of mother earth at his camp fire, he gazes into the starry heavens and takes pleasure in sp.culatinx in regard to what is in and upon the far away twinkling and whlrl- ing worlds. He finds music in the voice of the wind in the pines. and has an ear for all the night sounds of nature, the chirp of insects and the twitter of nlghtsinging birds Often, too, when the camp fire has burned low, his quick ear. detects the footballs of some prowling wolf, fox or bear, or other wild animal, but, with his trusty revolver under his pillow he has no fear.
 When parties of prospectors meet and camp together in the mountains there is always a feast of golden legends. There are stories of lost leads, of rich leads that no one has ever been able to find, of float rock filled with veins of gold, and of immense nuggets picked up in various places. Every man has a story, and it is seldom a dull one. The old prospector is a man of thousand adventures. He has had his Indian fights, his encounters with wild animals, and his escapes from death by starvation and thirst; but all is at once forgotten when the word IS that there is gold ahead. Then it is: "Pack the burros and awayw
 The real old prospector-the man of the mountains-is a man worth knowing, and commands the respect of mining men in all camps of the northwest. As the old hunters and trappers were the avant-couriers of the westward advance of the industry of agri- culture from the Atlantic seaboard to the Rocky mountains, so the prospector was the pioneer of civili- zatlon in the industry of mining. He blazed the trail to the mines; miners, machinIsts, merchants and men of capital then followed, and soon the wilderness was conquered.
 The cid prospector now sees busy  towns, street cars and electric lights in hundred places where in times past he camped and grazsd his burro, and finds railroad trains rushing and roaring around moun- tains and through canyons, where once he painfully toilsd in track less wilds. Where he battled with hostile savages he now sees peace ful settlements and fourishlng farms, and the laughing voices of children are heard where once the wild Indian raised hls war whoop. The old prospector may have no great store of gold, but he has the satisfaction of seeing on all sides the spreading and firm roofing of the civilization for which he b!azed 8 way.
 No monument Is likely to be raised to the memory of the old prospector when he crosses the dark river to the camp on the golden shore; but in every state in the Union will stand to his credit the posts he planted at the front. His old camps will stand as monu- monts to mark his line of march and the scenes of his exploits and struggles in the wilds.
 DAN. DE QuILLE.