The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-07-12

them a good long chase. t3Sg w eH y got /
tired Just brought them around to 2
they started. They had used up all
their water and by this time were SO
completely exhausted that 1 gave them
enough water to take them to Ballarat,
on condition that they promised they
would never again attempt to follow
me. I guess they were mighty glad to
e escape from the valley with their
On one occasion in Ballarat, Scott
had his outfit all packed and again
preparations were made to trail him.
He got word of what was going on,
and while men watched his pack train
he eluded them in the night and went
into the valley single handed. Not I'M
til the morning did the spies learn how
eleverly they had been duped.
Half-Witted Assistant.
The only assistant that Scott ever
uses in his work is half-witted boy,
l6 or IL years old, and even he is never
taken to the diggings except at night,
so careful is Scott in his precautions
against discovery. It is said that Scott
sometimes leaves the boy with provis-
ions to last a month in the valley, while
he makes trips to the cities. At other
times the boy is left with Scott IS wife
in Los Angeles.
In the days of his prosperity, Scott
has made many quick trips to New
York, riding on the fastest limited
trains and paying his way like prince.
One black waiter on the eastbound
dining car will never forget him. The
miner-cowboy went in to dinner in his
He took a seat table at which man
was sitting with his wife. Scott, al
ways polite, asked if there was any
objection to his occupying the chair,
and the couple answered that there was
none. He seemed to know what an
oyster fork was for and he scanned
the menu with the air of a boulevar
der. 20
The waiter saw the blue flannel shirt
and his aristocratic feelings were hurt.
He tapped Scott on the shoulder and
told him that the dining car was for no
one but the frst-class passengers. Scott
knocked the waiter half the length Of
the car and would have cleaned out
the whole crew of negroes but for the
intervention Of man who knew him.
Against a Faro Layout.
A few months ago Scott came to
Goldfeld to look the new camp over,
and in the course Of the day dropped
into one of the score or more of gam
bling houses that are always open
here. This is the way he has described
his experience to friend:
81 Nwanders over to the faro layout
and feels in my watch pocket to see
how strong | was. | had quite some
| few bills and there was one in there
| for $1,000. I took that out and
wrapped it in 81 bill. Then I butts
| in and asks the dealer what his limit
was. He looks me up and down and
takes in my old black buster and blue
shirt and he kind of grins.
| q Anything you've got, old pal,
says he, .anything you'v got. Bet
your old black coat ri you want to- =
"Then / losses the two bills, onto
the high card. It looks like a ST. bet
and the dealer don It say nothing, but
he smiles mighty scornfully.
" Don't strain yourself none,' he
says, and then he makes the turn.
~ wins and he throws out silver
dollar to me.
Maybe you better look at that
bet again, | says, soft like, because
I don It want to jolt him too hard, sort
of breaking it by degrees like. Take
, another peep at that bet, I says.
HHe spreads her out and he sure
turns green when he sees that $1,000
sleeper staring him in the face. But
he was game sport all right, for he
paid the bet. But it busted him anc
he turned the box over. He didn u
want any more Of it, "'.,
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