The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-07-26
GOODWIN ROASTS THE
MYSTERIOUS SC0TTY
Calls Him The "Bathless Mys.
terry" and Says He Is
Raw Fake.
Tod Goodwin in Goodwin's Weekly.

Again the papers are full or Wal
ter Scott, or "Scotty," the Death Val
ley mystery, and the only mystery
about him to those who have come
in contact with the fellow is the
credence men at distance give to
his gilded yarns, and the space al
lowed him in the newspapers.
.sScotty" bores Goldfield to death
He will do the same thing to any
other community whenever he gets
the chance.
His declamations regarding his
wonderful mine, and his fulmina-
tions against those who dare to dis
believe are periodical events in Gold
field from which men flee If they get
the warning in time, and do not hap
pen to be cornered.
His spending in the field of gold
is a joke so huge and so ancient that
men there refuse to laugh except
when more papers arrive from the
east telling of his hundred dollar
tips, and the giver of wine that he
pours out for the thirsty inhabitants
from Sundog avenue to the Hearts
Desire" Now and then he will buy
a couple of dollars worth of beer
to sustain life in few filthy fellows
whose pdSdHo Vi dlSt
meet the unexpected suds half way
and gurgle forth in chansonette of
gratitude.
His periodical visits are nearly all
alike-something to eat and some
thing cheap to drink for the rats
who follow, but much more talk than
cakes and ale-much more. Up he
comes from his fumarole in the Val
nd of for n
week or two and choking the front
pages with 80-point type, he is off
again to mis- mint beyond the Amar-
gosa.
"Scotty' is a glorious thing to
look upon, but hardly bears close
inspection, for by his side the queen
of sachet kitties, where she may be,
is surely outclassed. His is not the
clean dirt of the desert that comes
with roughing it, but something far
deeper, and l cannot help admiring
the courage of Eugene Traughber,
who sat next to him in a motor car
through the binding heat of a July
day from Goldfield to the Valley.
A towsled head and a beard as
ragged as cluster of furZe is al
ways topped by a black SLOUGH hat On
"Scotty." Beneath shirt which
from all appearances must needs
wear off, for apparently it has never
been taken off, is lurid undershirt
with long sleeves down. Tramp
trousers, SO adjusted that the belt
will form a hammock for his porcine
abdomen rather than support for
the trousers, are finished off with
pair of buttoned patent feathers, and
IL TT, 11rre.f rnna n n CO
cial attire of the mystery make
up that could come from nothing but
a brain storm combined with the re-
lay stations so we'll stocked with
fancy attire.
He doesn't act like other people,
and doesn't look like other people
Grafton old "Red Eye" Jack Lon
don's favorite atavism.
.'Scotty' has little money-there
is no denying that, for men and au-
tos cost something in those deserts,
but it must be remembered that the
recent trips regarding which We
have been so literally Informed have
not been to the arch fakirs liking.
They are the results of a bluff called
by a bright newspaperman named
Dunno, and in neither trip has the
wonderful jewel box been found.
In one of the Goldfield saloons
'.Scotty" was giving his well known
monologue on his mysterious mine,
and showing a piece of ore which he
claimed came from his property. The
stuff showed free gold but was what
is known as California rock, being
nothing to compare with the high
grade of the Mohawk or Florence.
1t would have taken many sack OF
it, in fact several tons to cover the
expenses of the two recent trips the
fellow has made.
Then he made a break, with an
air of braggadocio yelling, "If you
fellers don't think I've got a mine,
I'll run some of the newspaper men
of this camp down to it tomorrow. -
There happened to be some of the
last named on hand, and they in
stantly accepted the challenge.
All along the way, we got bulle-
tins. Everything was apparently
lovely and the water was fine. Then
the news service ceased, and then
we waited and one evening to the
unlimited Joy of the 81 told you SOS"
the parties came back to camp with
the sad Intelligence that the ma
chimes were stuck in the sand, that
they could go no further, SO they
were turned around and the run
home was made. Mr.. Scott explained
that everything would have been all
right, had the party been able to de-
ceive few honest mules into TAX
ing up the burden of the gullible
ones. He got a supreme composite
jeer from the scoffers, and getting
madden than ever, prepared for an
other trip And why not? Here
was man born and reared where
he had chance to know every twist
and turn of every trail and talk in
telligently on the family tree of ev-
cry Gila monster, the other side of
the Funeral range The wonder was
that with such knowledge, 1T was
possible for the machine to get
stuck unless he purposely guided
them to the place where they f1oun-
dered. But, of course, Mr.. Scott
would never do that
Well, the other trip has been tax
en-, and the same light as that which
followed the previous expedition has
been flashed over the land. But the
news CATERERS insist that they are
getting warmer and warmer, ana
that the third time will lead them TO
the place from which so many ma
terial blessings fiow
1t is about time for the febrile
correspondents to forget this bluner.
If he has gold mine, which is ex-
tremely doubtful, let him have IL.