The copper era., 1903-12-31

and obligations which were lived up to by the old few that were left-re- solving in fair faith to accept the in evitable; keeping only the los: cause q reverential memory whose banner in the full luster or honor had been for ever furled.
 In 1869 in Tucson came to the store of Major Toole who was sutler at Camp Lowell, then all tents, lone, sandy complectioned man who said his name was Adams, and told in sub stance the same story Of the Adams Diggings which is current today. Capt. Hines, who was then a gov ernment contractor and ex-capta.n in the California volunteers, recognized him as having served in his company under the name of Edwards. Tue captain who has now passed to the Great Bey ond, was very kind hearted, pratical man took up the story thus: You say tha: in 1858 just eleven years ago, you crossed the Colorado river at Yuma, never went to the trading post and stage station, but to a camp of Yuma h. diaus 90 enquire the way up the river when there was road in which a daily stage running. In this camp you found Mexican captive, whom you bought that he might show you this gold mine He then held a share. All this in sight Of Fort Yuma, over which old glory was fly ing. You trailed up the Gila to the Maricopa's. What did they say to their former slave the Indians remenant of Colorado river tribe being under Pima care and who with out any doubt never saw a White guide said they bought him? When there you struck the stage road, why did you not go to the station and trading post? Americans were there. Were you not getting about out of tobacco by this time? You say you followed the Gila and crossed into New Mexico, why, my man, yOl were there after you crossed the Colorado box your slave and two others were killed. but you never stopped to blry them, but pressed on, and sure enough you had struck it, You say you then expect to put them on record? You built, so you say, cabins too, with fire places. Now tell us, did you turn the arch or did you hunt d big rock? You cut channels to bedrock to ground sluice. Now what l want to know is thIs, (the captain mad been a black smith in his young days). how did you sharpen all those tools? You soon cleaned up $2O0, 900 in gold. and your grub was getting short you had lost ali your stock, so twelve men loaded up this 400 pound weight of gold and their grub and started back for Yuma, over 250 miles away. It looks strange that men who had the means to fiji out q party such as you describe did not know that to the southeast you were some 100 miles from La Me5ila, where there were stores, grist mill and a newspaper, but they started for Yuma, and then you washed out another 400 pound pot Of gold, and then you and one other lucky man started out. Right then your camp was jumped and cleaned out, anl the same moon you walked on the bleaching bones Of your twelve old pards. The gold was gone but there they lay just as they fell. You fellows must have been living on chilli straight for some time or the coyotes would surely have carried them around, but you got to the Gila all right and the next you know you were at Franklin, Texas. Now, there were a lot of good men there who would have helped you bring in all that gold. There was Hart and Miller, there was Fairchild, :, but you said nothing and piked off to Brownsville. You went back to Cali fornia the year before the war, you say, with an immigrant train passed on foot in sight, Of the mountains in which you built q cabin with a fire place, while the Indians were shoot. inI at you and under the hcarthstOne you had 400 pounds of gold and did not ask any one to go and help you get il. You came back to Arizona with the California colony and in my own company stood on guard at Fort Cummings, but still you kept mum. ' Only last year you say you tried to get there and bring out the kettle of gold. You started with party from New Mexico but that some Indians drove you back. Come now let us all take drink. Now my frie nd Ed wards are you sure that you did no | hear as we all did the tale of the two lost men in '5s fixing the boundary line, and immagination runs long way. Take a good big drink now, it won't hurt you, and do go to Santa Fe md tell that tale there. They will help you. They have not much to do. Just tell it to Stsub but it will not go in Tucson. Why it is too fi,hy even for Charley Brown
 This tale revived the story Of '5S, "a pot of gold in a ring of roses. ' It so fired the immagination of Gen. J. B. Allen that he took up that trail md found that one Of these men,