Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1906-01-13
eNIsrER DEATH VALLEY.
Claims Its Annual Toll of Huma.
Lives Given for Cola.


c1ai.s Its Annual Toll of Huma.
Lives Given for Cola.
Death valley IL beginning to give up
Its dead again.
Every summer II lies there under
the shifting sun and beckons-beclbns
to men to enter and to die. and men
heed its beckoning and go and never
come back again, says the Denver
Post.
A few struggling searchers wander
listlessly out into the terrible heat and
fnd a stricken body or two, almost al
ways within crawling distance OF the
water for want OF which they died.
but until the October sting is on the
air even the men who live on the des-
ert's limits will not venture too often
into the place OF death.
They are going now and they are
finding the poor fellows who laughed
at their warnings and disappeared into
the sinister purple OF the distance new
er to laugh again.
So far II is estimated that at least
fifty men have died there OF thirst and
fear this summer.
Death valley lies stretched like a dy-
ing snake along the borders OF Nevada
and California.
1t is fifty miles long, thirty-hvs
miles broad and IL is called Death val
ley because the first white people whs
ever went In there We're thirty when
they entered and twelve when they
came out, and the eighteen young, Wig
orous men died in a few days, hideous,
haggard wrecks of what they were.
Since that time the VALLEY OF the
Dreadful Thirst" as the Indians
named 1t long ago, has counted its vic
Tins as a devotee counts his beads on
rosary Of coral and pearl.
Peg Leg Smith found a ledge rot
ten with glittering gold there one fear
full day, years ago and when they
found him, running round and round
in the desert. waving his arms, trying
to swim In the blue water he thought
he saw all around him, he had his
pockets full OF the richest quartz ever
seen In California. the land of rich
quartz.
| When he spoke the tongue of human
| speech again he tried to tell where
the ledge was, but all he could remem-
Der was miles OF green and purple and
pink mountains crowded In around
him till he went mad from fear and
thirst and loneliness.
From that day TO this men have sad
died burrOs and ridden out into the
glitterlng desert, mad with the hunger
Of the gold they know is hidden there
The big strikes in the Goldfeld and
Bullfrog districts, out there In the al
kali, and the wild CLEAN OF shifting
sands, have lured fortune hunters as
moths are lured by the cleaning OF q
lamp.
The little drled-up villages on tn.
edges OF the terrible waste have beer
alive with eager-eyed men fitting out
to prospect. and this fall the old pros
pectors, who know the moods and TEN
pers of the great land tiger thai
crouches on the border of human lif,
there in the beating sunlight are find
ing their white bones bleaching in tn,
green and cleaning sand.
The cold October nights come ever
to the desert and the shadows of tn
early nightfall lie on the burning
sands like a cool hand on a fevere,
skin and the searching parties star
out to look for the bones of the mel
who have died in the terrible deser
since summer has smitten 1t.
At least thousand men have die,
there OF heat and thirst and terro
since 1t was named Death valley. Ye
never summer comes without it
waiting victims eager to carry tn
fearful fight for life for the sake OF
little more gold to shake In the face o
an Indifferent world.