Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-08-06
FOXY cHINAMAN PLAYED TRICK.
Got Good and Even With Prospector
Who Made Him Hunt For Gold.

Who Made Him Hunt For Gold.
II was readin' somewhere the other
day." said the weary pilgrim, about q
man that located a mine In grave-
yard. I he'd knowed of lots of fellers
locatin' graveyards in gold mines, lots
Of 'em; but this was other way about.
1.-The average man will start out
huntin' gold an he don't know no
more about mineralogy than a billy
goat knows about roller skates: and
he'll mess around in cold water and
sleep on a bed Of pain and sage
brush; an he'll eat hard tack an corn
ed mule; an he'll work like Kansas
farmer; an If he washes up on an ev-
erage of 2S cents worth Of gold a week
he wouldn't trade his chances of
wealth with the fattest-salaried guy in
Chicago.
"All Cinnamon are like thet. But
Cinnamon are lucky. They find the
dust. Why, a Chink will wash bunch
o. gold outen a pile Of pine sawdust,
sew It in the tail Of his empire gown
an be half way to China with the
bones of his Uncle Mike rolled up In
a customers shirt before a white man
has got through locatin' gold-bearing
quartz with the help Of a willer wand
an a bottle Of whisky. Huh! Me!
Look not upon the mine when 1t Is red
clay!
when me and Bill Pooley was in
the Black Hill we met up with Chink
thet had just finished washin' two
ounces of gold dust out Of $500 tons
Of dirt thet he'd been through tn
Homestake gins. We figured thet a
practical miner like him was too good
to lose. So we took him to tn hills
with us to hunt gold.
II disremember now whether he
wanted to come or not. Anyhow, we
didn't ask him. We roped him to a
burro's tail and fondly promised him
a KILN If he hollered. He didn't say
nothin' back-jes' come patterin'
along, an when we let him loose he
lit into tn pantry an begun cookin
dinner with a headlong gallop tibet
would hev' made the Punishment OF
Mazeppa look like dump cart wait
in for a funeral to pass. We was
right pleased with him.
ME an Bill located in the most on
likely place we could find an began
putting down a shaft. We worked the
windlass and tn Celestial did the pick
and shovel work. An we didn't lei
him out only to cook the meals.
"Well. sir, I s'pose we 'ud been dig
gin yet II somethin' hadn't stopped us
An thet somethin' was the Chink. He
was workin' away like sixty one day
an was down about fifteen feet wher
all of a sudden he let out an awful
yell.
"'Gold!' sez he; ALE samee heap
mucheeI
"Well, me an Bill was about crazy
We was afraid to let the Chink stay
down in tn hole fer fear he'd steaI
tn mine, an we dasen't go down
while he was there, cos they wasn't
no one to pull US up. So we pulled
John up an we both got in the bucket
an told tn Chinaman to lower away
1--WE forgot thet one little nubbin
like him couldn't handle two big men
like us, but we recalled this fact to
mind right away. The bucket went
down like whisky down an Injun, an
we hit the bottom all in a heap. But
tn poor Chink! Thet win'lass twist
ed him up an spun him out like a
yarn from grandmother's spindle. An
when he let go he got slung clean
across tn canyon an then turned
handsprings and summersets for about
a mile. I wish 1t had killed him.
why? Why. do you knew wot thet
abandoned, lost in darkness heather
done? He come back an cut tn rope
an left us in tibet hole! Yes, sir! An
then he went away with everything we
had except few tracks we had made
about tn place. An it took us three
days to cut steps an get out, an two
more days before we got to a feedin
place.
"Gold! Course they wasn't. An
how you goin' to get even on a thing
like tibet?
ME an Bill all but murdered four
Cinnamon thet we thought was John
but the mex minute we see four more
as like him as peas.
But 1t cured me O. tn prospectin
habit."-Chicago News.