The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-06-22
GREAT GOLD
STRIKE MADE
NEAR CITY
STRANGER BRINGS IN SAMPLES
OF QUARTZ THAT ARE WON
DERFULLY RICH.
GREAT QUANTITIES OF STUFF
The Story of the Discovery as Mar
rated to the Editor. by the
Strange PrOspectOr.

|
"Of all the proofs | ever wrestled
with, tackled or attempted to put in
to ordinary American this is the
worst. l don't know VIII"
'Howdy!"
The greeting came from tall,
rough appearing man who had just
entered the Office. AS he swung open
the door he admitted a draft of cold
air that only tended to rile the
editor.
What do you want, please?"
asked the editor.
""Tis but little l want" was the
reply. Kind of thought you might
| like to see this. | guess you can see
| by my appearance | have just got in.
Having been newspaperman once,
| myself, knew the News Office would
be a good place to drop into"
The newspaperman frowned aud
cursed an inward curse such as only
an irate scribe can produce. He spat
his cud of finecut on the floor and
as he slowly dragged himself out of
his chair he mumbled to himself:
"Of all the pests in the world these
tramp prospectors are the limit. It's
wonder they wouldn't spring q new
gag-been newspaperman once my
self! | suppose l might as well dig
up, as / know what he wants. Got
few old specimens from some assay
Office, | dare say, and will try and
pawn them off here for the price
Of"
Don't want to bother you"
drawled the tall timber as he started
t. pick up his sack.
"Just wait second,' said the ed
itor. I'm getting old and don't
crawl arond as lively as in days gone
by"
The scribe appreciated the fact
that he had gone slightly further
than he should have, and he likewise
appreciated the fact that there might
be a story present, so he acquired
that air of politness that covers the
most gloomy disposition in the world,
and straightway he was another man.
Just get in?" he asked In voice
such as he would use in addressing
the governors daughter. should she
have stepped In to place lost ad
for the recovery of her pet spaniel.
The stranger grinned. He under
stood, as he had been there himself.
Sure, and you are all alike" he
said. Don't blame you, though, as
| know the trials and tribulations of
newspaperman. That's what drove
me to this. Guess | wouldn't have
struck this stuff If ! hadn't got sick
of the smell of ink. Want to take a
glimmer?'
And he held open the sack.
Tho n6ifnr'S QVng danced. thew
stuck out like saucers. For fully half
minute he gazed at thestuff in glum
silence and when he did speak his
only remark was:
Come; have drink"
The sack was placed in one cor
ner of the Office and the two fastened
off to the nearest cafe" Twice the
editor treated and then he tripled it.
Come. now," he said, land tell
| me your story.
"But you are busy" said the
stranger.
Busy, nothing" was the reply.
"Unravel your tale of glory"
''It was this way" he started. mo,
| guess you don't care to hear of my
troubles. 1t is enough. to say that
got tired of my job in the shop (the
name of which | don't even care to
repeat), so jumped my job and with
what few dollars | could raise | pur-
chased a slim outfit and struck for
your hills.
| THAT was three months ago and
since then | have tramped hill and
valley for miles around. | have
heard the artillery of the heavens as
| the battles of the clouds were waged,
and | have seen the lightning flash
as I lay out under one of your al
legged trees. Then I have felt the
first drops of rain only to feel more
and more until | was wet to the skin.
But something semed to force me on
and / stuck to my task. Day after
day l prospected, but not for copper.
You have that; but for this"
And he held up the most beautiful
specimen of gold quartz the editor
ever laid his optics on. 1t was full
of gold; chock-a-block with the yel-
low metal. A ton of such rock would
make a man rich.
"A ton of it and | wouldn't have
to work in the shop again." hummed
the editor. but go on and tell me
more about it."
That's ALL" said the stranger
There are the samples and l have
six claims of it. l worked out this
in a mortar"
II And again he showed the newspa-
perman gold enough to pay his board
bill here in Ely for year.
Lead me to 1t cried the editor
for once losing his calm and deliber-
ate manner. In fact it was the first
time in years he had forgotten him
self and let sway his emotions.
Man, whoever you are makes nc
difference, but the town will &c
crazy. All Ely will break camp and
rush for the golden fields. Copper
is here to stay, but who thought
these old storm-scarred mountains
held the precious metal in such
quantities. How far, my good sir, Is
this ledger"
i Again, in his calm, deliberate mar.
ner the tall stranger replied:
mot more than three miles. YOU
see, l was about to give up and was
on my way to town when / ran across
it. It's all there, though, and wan