Bisbee daily review., 1907-07-06

waiting to meet "Scotty' at Barstow since October 8.
 The gold nugget buffer was going to take Johnson out on the desert to show him his mine, and the promoter had come all the way from Chicago to see it. The first thing he had to do was to give "Scotty" a check for quite a large sum, which was cashed in the saloon of Y. c. Mosely.
 Horan states that with Johnson and a man named Henderson they started out for the mysterious Death Valley mine in two wagons, and at last came to Hidden Springs. Here Henderson with one wagon vas sent back to Barstow and camp was made in the canyon.
 That night a dog we had with us named Bob, ran down the canyon and parked. and Scotty ran out crying:
 There they are now Then he began firing from his rife, and Johnson and ] ran up and commenced shooting down the canyon in the dark By this time Johnson was scared, and thought he saw men among the rocks on all sides.
 The next morning Scotty proposed to go into Death Valley by way of Wingate Pass, but Johnson was so scared from a former experience there that he refused to go. and insisted that they should go by way of Ballarat. Scotty came to me and told me l would have to stay at Hidden Springs until he and Johnson came back in ten days, and gave me orders to keep ey- erybody away with my rife. He Jeff provisions for me, and the dog and they started.
 That night I was awakened by two men coming over the hill. I called to them, and asked what they wanted and they answered by firing two shots at me. Then I ran over the side of the hill. and the two followed. I travelled all the rest of the night, and when dawn came I found I was lost. Every way I turned. the country looked just the same. For nearly five days the dog and I wandered around. My lips cracked and my tongue was swollen, and more than once I thought l was going to die of thirst. Even the dog fell down, and had to carry him. At last I struck a trail, and it led me right back to the springs.
 'I lay at the springs for five days, half-dead, waiting for Scotty to come back, but he did not. A month passed and an old prospector named Frank Neiderman came along and left me some provisions. He said if I did not go to Ballarat with him I must be crazy.
 "On November IS it showed hard. and I nearly froze to death. as l only had one blanket, and little piece of canvas. It was the day after Thanks giving that Scottv finally arrived with Mrs. Scott By this time I was nearly starved. When he found me there he said: I didn't exnect to find you here I asked him why, and he said he thought I might have wandered over into the Funeral Mountains.
 We started back for Barstow and at Indian Springs ScOtty was bitten by skunk I was half-dead from ex- posture. and Scotty was half-scared to death by the bite His wife and put the champion buffer to bed i'll of ty- Bhoid and he was in bed for ten days
 Later Horan returned to Hidden Springs with Scotty, and camped there waiting for a check to come from Chi cago When it did "Scotty" left Horan he says, and while tho latter says he was nearly dying from the hardships of the desert, he learned later that "Scotty'' was buying wine in Los An geles.
 Last March "Scotty' told Horan to return to Barstow and wait for him. This Horan did. He adds: ""I reached Barstow without a cent and have waited there for Scotty until June 19. had to depend upon the kindness of Chinaman, Wing Kee, for food. There was no work for me to do in Barstow, and every day I expected Scotty to come. About two weeks ago heard Scotty was having a good time at Rhyolite, and thought I wrote and wired him, got no answer.
 Finally. Mrs. Scott came and got her husbands mail. and then packed up and started. she said, for Chicago to pay visit to Johnson and his fam fly. By this time had had enough, and sent to my brother-in-law for money to bring me to Los Angeles.
 No more Scotty Death Valley mines for me"