The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1901-12-27
DENIZEN OF DEATH VALLEY.
Only Permanent Resident of the
TOrid Region Takes First
Leave in IL Years.

has crept back from his horror-stricken
haunts in Death valley to Gods coun-
try. Over the Mojave desert to the Cal
ifornia coast he has come for the first
breath of pure cool air that has reached
his lungs in Is years, says the San Fran
cisco Examiner.
Mont Lee is the only man whom the
terrors and privaaions of Death val
ley cannot make afraid. He is the only
man who can dwell in the shadow of
the Funeral mountains and not go mad
under the frightful strain to which
mind and body are there subjected. He
is the only man among all the hundreds
who have dared the deadly dangers of
that desert furnace, that fate has
spared the only one who can dwell
from year to year in the hottest spot
on earth, where the thermometer
climbs to 140 degrees in the shade and
the cruel heat waves beat necessarily
upon their human victim until, pray
ing with parched lips for water, he
sinks dying to the sun-baked earth, "a
spectacle to haunt forever the memory
"a crazed and gibbering thing that is
more mummy than man, the life
ehoked out of him by that demon of the
desert sands, Thirst.
From Death valley, hotbed of human
suffering, grave of human despair,
comes the man whom the demon of
thirst has thus far tortured in vain.
For the first time in Is years of physic-
al torment he gazes upon green trees
and fertile fields and sees Nature smil-
ing benignly upon her children, while
yonder, by the frowning Funeral noun
tains, she shows a mood so merciless
that men, languishing upon her burn
ing bosom, wither into shapes that
none can recognize, and perish cursing
her to the last.
But Mont Lee has not come to Gods
country to stay.
He is going back. In few days the
desert will claim him. Mont Lee has
declared that Death valley will never
down him, and he has daily fought
death for Is dreary, desperate, lonely
years.
The season why Mont Lee dwells on
desert sands under sky from which
not SO much as one plying raindrop
ever falls is simple enough. He earns
a living there. The sum would not seem
one to tempt-$75 monthly and eX-
penses-but it is sufficient to lure Mont
Lee and hold him there, year after
year.
For IS years Mont Lee has had charge
of the Pacific Coast Borax eompany's
claim in Death valley. For the past five
years he has lived at the mouth of Fur
mace creek, near the Greenland ranch,
200 feet below the sea level on alkaH
Ground. He has eutlived every man
who has worked with him In the val-
ley. One after another he has watched
them sicken and die, or go mad with the
misery that death only can relieve.
His task 1t has been to keep the sand
and alkaii and the searching winds that
sweep the desert from destroying their
wooden headstones. Grim, sto1id, I'M
daunted, he has stuck to his post, with
the demon lurking ever near ready to
STAY. His health Is not what 1t was
when he ventured first into the valley,
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face and figure. If the awfulness of his
environment weighs upon his spirits
he does not betray his emotion.
Lee has a squaw wife and several
half-breed children. His Indian COM
panion remains with him only part of
the year.
Lees fate is prophesied by more than
xurI,0 lar 49, 1t ILL
It was predicted last year by an old and
experienced desert ranger named Benz
nett, of Ash Meadows, New, who lost
his life within a quarter of mile of
Benefits wells in Death valley. Ben
nett was crossing to the Hot Springs,
and the terrific heat robbed him of his
reason. Jumping from the wagon he
tore off his clothing and groveled in the
aikali water, although there were wa
ter barrels and shoVels in his outfit.
Mont Lee saw Bennett die. He SCOTS
at the suggestion that he, too, will
some day succumb IN the same way,
Death valley" he repeats, will new
er down me-"
There is little danger of sunstroke in
the valley: The air is too dry for that
No mist wells the sun S. glare, and mois-
tpFe is unknown. The heat cracks the
lips, pinches the face until the blood
starts, sWells the tongue, sucks the
moisture from the body-and then
comes madness, and upon the heels of
madness treads the speeter, Death.
Mont Lee has q brother, Sam, who
assists him IN his work. They have
helped to hunt and bury scores of
bodies since they went into the val
ley. 1t is the custom of miners in the
desert to establish the grave of an I'M
fortunate wayfarer by a piece of scant-
ling Al the head and foot of each name
less grave. sandstefms tear away the
humble monuments and the next pass
erby replaces them. On Lees way back
to civilization recently he repaired the
graves of five soldiers who lost their
lives in the Fremont expedition.
II is row planned. to provide Death
valley with sheet iFpa milestones, with
engraved directions, that viii be heat
and wind proof. guiding to the alkali
water pools. Frequently at these YER
min-infeste9 pools Mont Lee has been
compelled to strain his drinking water
through a towel
Yet he is going back.
speise fFsm Experience.
Mrs. Enpeek-i learned to-day that
Bob Smith and Mary Jones were Sc
cretly married ten months ago. just
think of it! Married nearly year and