The Goldfield news. [volume] (Goldfield, Nev.) 1904-1911, 1906-03-30

Late IN the Iali Ol ltVVs a. ~ NAht~t
was coming On with raging biizzards'
George Butts packed his belongings on
his burro and left Cripple Creek, bound
for the newly discovered treasure fields
of Southern Nevada.
For many years he had vainly search
ed for the elusive ore in mountains,
valleys and plains, only to meet the
same dismal answer: failure.
He had almost given up hope a thou
sand times. but he fever was still in
him and with the tenactity of a bull
dog he kept on and with unequal strug-
gle, hoping against hope that on the
morrow he would eventually make a
strike.
Thus il was that after many years or
trials and disappointments he entered
into the new Mecca, to seek and ind,
and in the spring of 1901 Butts was
camping on the low side of a rolling
hill, just outside of the growing camp
of Searchlight. where he had staked on
two claims. He attracted little atten-
ton from the miners IN account of his
extremely quiet disposition and be-
cause of his Discrimination to join in the
revelries. Therefore when poverty cast
it's shadow upon him. he was helpless
in its grasp.
."I'ye got it at last" and utterinG a
cry of Joy, he jumped to his feet after
panning a piece of rock. taken from the
lead that he had followed for many
days. and sure enough in the bottom or
the pan was a string of coarse gold,
that fairly g%listened in the bright sun.
For the first time in many years the
warm blood that coursed through his
veins was aroused TO the fever point
and it was with difficulty that he could
restrain his feelings enough to notify
his partner in town who was putting up
the grub-stake for Butts, during the
three years he was prospecting on he
Nevada deserts.
Like a blood hound on the trail. he
worked necessarily, rarely did he stop
and then only to eat a plate of poor
beans and poorer bacon. He breathed
In the atmosphere of success, and I'M
daunted by the loss of strength, his
whole life was in his work. Yet he
reckoned without his Maker AS one
morning overcome by weakness and
with a burning fever raging through
his wasted frame, he lay alone in his
Iowly matched cabin, unable to
ummon aid and realizing that his end
was near. His thoughts reverted to
his claims, the Blossom" and the
Coyote where he labored so hard and
long, and slowly he sank back to his
straw pallet on the floor into a quiet
sleep.
A careful examination showed that
he was the victim of the dread malady,
consumption. Its deadly fangs were
firmly imbeded in his wasted system
and HI was slowly draining the oil from
the lamp of life. Tenderly bundled up
in warm blankets, he was taken to San
Francisco. to a hospital, attended by a
white gowned nurse whose careful at
tention was the first he had known for
many years.
The story of his marvellous find was
heralded far and wild and a stampede
resulted. , The country was staked off
for miles around, and the whims and
hoists were soon in action throughout
this district. Many men came to look
at this wonderful find and marvel at it's
great wealth. and soon it was bonded
by a syndicate of capitalists for the
sum of $10O, 900.
With trembling fingers he slowly tore
the letters open that informed of his
great wealth and with quaking hands
he signed the deeds. The fortune has
come just as the shades of life were
falling and with a long drawn sigh he
slowly laid back on his snow white bed
and fell into a peaceful slumber that
knows no awakening.
The Blossom mine produced 100000
during the first year of it's existence
and today is giving up immense wealth
from its marvellous store of treasures.