Omaha daily bee., 1910-04-03

The good doctor, suddenly eager to forsake
the practice of medicine, sought to pay
the Indian to guide him back to the place
where the rock was found. mo ketch UNI
said the Indian. The doctor piled 500 silver
dollars on the bank floor at Elko, took the
Indian to it and asked to be led to the
mine. But the Indian obviously shook HIS
head and firmly repeated mo ketch UNI"
This mine has never been found, although
Dan Greenwalt, a California prospector,
who has been looking for It, found the
Belmont, the other part of the Bourne
rock, which, losing itself beneath the hill,
comes out again, like the tail Of some
ugly beast. Greenwalt's mine is as rich
as the other. More of it lies under the
earth, though its formation, rock, and the
Y ay 1t holds the gold, are all the saSle in
Greenwalt's mine as in Bourne's.
This Lost Indian mine, il is said, is
somewhere close to the crater. Just now
the upper slope is covered with snow. But
the miners are watching that snow, melt
ing, inch by inch. day by day. And as the
white cloth Of winter is slowly flung aside
the dark fringe Of miners tents and cabins
climbs and climbs. Some day, soon, no
doubt, one of the gold-eager men will
stumble on the argosy Of the Indian, who
paid his bill with rock, and Angels Camp,
Tonopah, Goldfields and all the scenes
that Bret Harte wrote about will be en-
acted all over again.
Tenderfeet Are Busy.
In the meanwhile the fasteners are
coming out. There are "tenderfoot" law
yers from Omaha, fledgling doctors from
Fremont, university boys from Lincoln
and two young fellows from the classic
shades of Harvard have opened a mining
brokerage office. o. c. Nelson. a lawyer
from Fremont, Neb., is here. Ed Roberts,
a Nevada mining engineer, son-in-law of
j.. J. DAILY, multi-millionaire and owner of
the famous DAILY Judge and DAILY West
mines; Bert" Perrine, millionaire irriga-
ton engineer; w. A. Stevens, a San Fran
CISCO operator If worldwide fame. man
ager for Charles Sweeny of Big Buffalo
and Buffalo Hump fame, president of the
Federal Mining company-the Lead trust
is here: his white hat, tall, erect figure
familiar sights on an hundred boulevards
do much to inspire confidence in Jarbidge,
Roberts mine is a continuation OF the ledge
the shepherd found; the mine that Bourne
Is developing. He calls It the Jarbidge
Bourne extension; says there is millions
in it and a group of Salt Lake millionaires
are gong TO double their millions flndlng
out. Malcolm Mcdonald. the confidential
man of Charles NJ. Schwab, the Steel trust
magnate, had a room with bath at the
Perrine for two days. Then he left for the
altar wherein the lonely shepherd laid his
life. 1t was quite a pack train the Scots
man took with him, needing only the trap
pings of golden lace to equal the elephants
Alice Lloyd sings about. D.. S. Spencer,
assistant general passenger agent of the
Oregon Short Line, is Gin on the play, -
and a group OF Chicago capitalists, whose
resources run into the millions, are all
getting their feet wet" in this very latest
reason for the higher cost of living ID. f.
Burnley, a big official of the Union Pacific
railway, has his name frequently men
toned in connection with development
work" The camp is a permanent one, no
doubt. A wireless system, for the trans
mission OF news from It to Twin Falls.
began operation today. And two stage
lines vie with each other for the trade of
those, pack-burdened, bound for the hills
Of gold.
Dream of the PrOs9ectOr.
Hills of gold! 1t seemed as though they
were last night as l stood on Rim Rock
and watched the s~lanting rays of the set
ting sun gild the old snow on the uncouth
peaks. ! was too close TO the top; the air
was too clear TO lend any of the romance