Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-07-28
YARNS THEY TELL OF ScoTTY.
Nevada's Full Of Stories Of Death Val
ley Miner.

| Nevadas Full OF stories OF Deatn val
| Icy Miner.
| Walter Scott-Cowboy Scott-the
miner who has beeh shooting abnut
the country In special trains, says u
Goldfield, Nevada, correspondent OF
the New York Sun, Is one Of the pet
puzzles of this part Of the country.
Stories by the dozen, some true and
some legendary, are told about him
and about the source Of his money.
| Ask Scott where he gets all his
money. and he will tell you that he
knows where gold is to be found In
fabulous quantities in Death Valley
but where his mine is or how he hap
pened to find it he will not say.
1--WE got a big thing out there. y
he says, zone of the biggest you ever
heard of. I've got rock that runs be-
tween $40 and $50 a pound. A lot
of fellows want to know where 1t Is.
Don't know that have been follow
ed several times? 1 don't want to tip
this thing off to anybody, but the
gold Is there, and there's lots more
all around.
"Fellows come to me when I'm
around town and they say to me:
When are you going out to the des-
ert Scotty?' always tell EN-, To
morrow, and you can bet that when
I do 60 I slip away without any one
finding 1t out"
Death Valley lies about fifty miles
south of here. 1t Is 31S feet below
the level of the sea, and Is said to
be the hottest place In the United
States. There are springs, but the
water carries arsenic that proved
fatal in the early sos to a whole
train Of emigrants. ..-... q o.
| A few months ago Scott came to
lGoldfield to look the new camp over
and in the course Of the day drop
ped into one Of the score or more OF
gambling houses that are always
lopen here. This Is the way he has
described his experience to a friend:
1T wanders over to the faro layout
and feels in my watch pocket to see
how strong l was. had quite some
flew bills, and there was one In there
lfor $1,000. I took that out and
wrapped It in a one dollar bill. Then
Il butts In and asks the dealer what
his limit was. He looks me up and
down, and takes in my old black
lduster and blue shirt, and then he
kind Of grins. s ...
Anything you've got, old pal,
says he, anything you've got. Bet
your old black coat II you want to-.
Then I tosses the two bills on to
the high card. 1t looks like a one
dollar bet, and the dealer don't say
nothing, but he smiles mighty scorn-
lful.
Don't strain yourself none,' ne
says, and then he makes the turn.
"T win and he throws out a sill
yer dollar to me.
Maybe you better look at that
bet again. 1 says. Take another
pipe at It,
HE spreads her out, and he turns
green when he sees that Sl,OOl
sleeper staring him In the face. But
lhe was a game sport all right, fol
he paid the bet. But he turned the
box. He didn't want any more oft
Here Is one of the stories Scotty
tells of q New York experience:
"One time back there I was going
down the line and lighting 'em uI
La little. They hadn't never seen
man like I was. When 1 went into
the cafes they wanted to throw me
out, until I flashed my roll and began
to buy wine. Then they were glad te
Inject me. Fellows went out and
hunted up their friends to come ir
and see me spend money. Every
thine we cracked a bottle 1t was up tc
me to lay a 500 note on the plate
and make the man hump for the
change. 1 reckon I'd have had al
the change in New York II the ganf
had stayed by me.
Pretty soon in comes Mister Wise
Guy and I see him get his laps or
THAT roll Of mine. He butted In anc
III bought wine for him and when
saw that he wasn't drinking with the
rest, but spilling 1t in the spittoon
Ii knew there was something stirring
lPretty soon he got awful loving. He
wanted to take me for a ride In
gas wagon. I stood for that al
right, because was framed up with
a smoke pole as long as your leg.
HE had three friends who came
|from somewhere down the street anc
they pulled pretty soon at some KIND
Of roadhouse and we went into
La drink, and when the booze came
in I saw they were going to feed me
some knockout drops and trim me
clean.
II didn't wait a minute, but out
comes the old smoke pole, and
smoked 'em up plenty. OF course
didn't want to hit nobody. but
scared them bunco men pretty near to
death. You'd "a died to- see the way
they blew out Of there and hit ur
that gas wagon O. theirs. shot
few holes In their DenZlne puBBy, Jus'
to show 'em / was right"
Scott Is overrun with hangers on
who are more than willing to help
him get rid Of his money They
drop in day after day to see II "Mr
Scott" would not like to buy little
Ireal estate or make a trifling invest
Iment-say $1,000 or $10,O00-a mere
lbagatelle. While he was In Los
Angeles the last time seedy looking
stranger went to the hotel to see II
he would not like to endow a cot IN
the "Wayfarer's hospital" The seedy
party would willingly carry the
money to the hospital for Mr.. Scott
and he thought $500 would be about
the right sum.
"H-m-m," said Scott, looking wise,
as he reached for his roll, you said
five hundred, didn't you?" Scott
peeled off five one hundred dollar
notes and smoothed them out on the
table.
Yes SIR" stammered the seedy
one, "or-or, maybe you might want
to make 1t a thousand"
Not today" answered Scott de-
cisively. when I go to buying cots
lin hospitals it'll be time to put me In
the paretic ward. Good morning.
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