The Goldfield news. [volume] (Goldfield, Nev.) 1904-1911, 1905-04-07
Following the Rush
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a long piece about the Joshua tree re-
Gently. She said that it is a lost soul
doomed to eternity to lift up a stiff
knotted aims in perpetual despairing
appeal. This may or not be so, but is a
great thing for burros to rub on when
they are shedding.
The roads are hard and better travel
ing than through the desert to the south.
1t is filed with alkali, however; you end
the days ride chalked over with a white
coat.
LOS ANGELES ROUTE BEST.
The travel. it must be confessed, is
much heavier than by the Los Angeles
route. We met twice as many teams as
we would have in the same distance
along the other route.
A few miles down from the well we
came upon the poor old horse that had
dropped out to die. He was standing, a
rack of bones, by the roadside eating a
whisp of hay hat had been thrown off
a passing wagon. They had thought
better of it after they had turned him
out and decided to drag him on when
he was strong enough to crawl.
We passed several wagons with com
plete saloon outfits and hotel parapher-
MALTA bound for the Bullfrog; every few
miles on such would go by.
The end of the days ride is our little
stage station named Summerville, prob
ably because it was bitterly cold.
CENTER OF II SWIRL.
This is the central point about which
the new rush is s%wirling.
The big plainsman who keeps the
'hotel'' was in the depths OF despair.
He had four hunks and about three
times that many guests. Such of us as
had blankets slept in the hay tent.
Meals here were served table d'Ao*1179
cents.
The guests about that table were typi-
cal rushers. One was a New Yorker
with big teeth and a golf cap, who said
it was better living in the desert than a
"brown stone palace" In spite of his
blase air of elegance, l seemed to doubt
his familiarity with brown stone palaces.
Another was a beady-eyed individual
with a pair of fine horses and an air OF
mystery.
He said he would rather be in San
Quentin than Nevada.
'Tried BOTH" suggested the college
boy. The man flushed furiously, and
never took his eyes from that boys face
all through dinner. He declined to eat,
himself, but sat there peering into the
lads face.
There was a German student taking
kodaks, and the rest were the rough
and-ready fellows one sees in the ranks
OF the army.
Back in the hills to the west and
south of this camp (Summerville) Is
Thorpe's Well, the scene of the latest
strike-the Mecca of the rainbow-chas-
ers.
Long before dawn, we could hear the
prospectors hitching up, cinching up
their pitiable little dying nags; could
hear the tinkle of the frying pans as
they cooked breakfast. In the morning
most of them were gone off for Thorpe's
Well!
The rigs were of every kind and de-
scription. To the south one sees the
big professional-looking freighters and
stage wagons, all of a pattern.
The rushers were coming in here in
big, old-fashioned ~carryalls, buggies.
queer old two-seated majestic-looking
carriages, even doctors gigs. Heaven
only knows where they resurrected all
these things.
The crowd began to thin out toward
Goldfeld. Evidently the first heat of
the rush was already over.
OF VOLCANIC ORIGIN.
The whole country between Summer
vile and Goldield is OF volcanic origin.
The formations are wonderful.
One passes through whole canons,
miles long, looking exactly as though
laid by a stonemasOn. Great blocks o
brown sandstone. 1t is as though one
were riding through a city street, in the
swagger brown-stone addition.
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