Bisbee daily review., 1912-05-21

They are surrounded by ,he lurking Apaches but eyes blurred by the gilt ter of gold can see no danger Slowly yet with beating hearts they climb the long slopes, or tTudge along the sandy washes, with happiness they confide to each other the.r joy be spangled plans of home end happi- ness and hearts ease.
 They chamber and stumble and rise again. for no man who sees gold has an eye for boulders in his trail. They do not want to be crae', but they urge their tired animals Tecklessly along An yes, poor brutes. when the gold is ours and we have come away with it from all these dangers and priyations, we will reward you for your faithfulness No more cruel burdens shall rest on your poor backs no more shall you stumble and fall and Eleed among the Jagged rocks, and tortuTing cactus, but you shall be cared for even as ourselves till nature takes you from us' And thus they struggle on until the sun is low, until the shadows are creeping to the highest hill tops. until the poor. tired animals look longingly toward every fair camping place, and ar last. yes al last. they are there, and they leave their burrors to lie down with their burdens, while they dash up the hill side lightly as trained ac-obats, to gaze upon the gold while yet the day light fingers, and the gOiG is there, and the skulking savage with hatred of the white man in his soul. with lust for other mems goods in his heart, and the smell of hcman blood in his nostrils. He is there. A few days of triumphant glory, of beatitude inexpressible is left to these deYotees of the golden goddess. In their delrium they feel secure. They scoh the warning of the bronzed riders who mplored them to turn back. Yes, when they went back Id he world with their gold, they would flash their wealth in the faces of thS womanish tenderfeet who turned back. Yet to turn back meant to turn back to nothing but life, while to 90 forward 10 every thing but life. They set about to build the little cabin which Sanders planned to build upon the little bar, and as they work and build they must frequently leave their lab ors and rush up the now well worn trail to see their treasure. Yes 1t does their dust filled eyes good to look upon it. And all this time the savages skulk behind the rocks awaiting his opportunity with the patience of a crouching tiger.
 They return 10 their labor. their fortunes are gathering shape. Their little house is nearing completion. They have laid the slender stone foun- datiOn. They have the ligrt logs and raised the walls. They have placed the pole rafters. Yes, they will soon sleep with something between them selves and the twinkling stars. And the savage still skulks among the rocks above them, a little closer, crouching with hell born patience. They take the dry ribs of the sahuara and string them over the rafters. They cut the wiry bear grass and thatch the low roof. Yes, in a little while when they have more time they will cover it all with earth to defy the Apache's torch, but fate will save them that futile labor for the savage is crOuching so near, that had they not been gold blinded they would have caught the gleam of his eyes. They have labOred and laughed and sung for four heavenly days. To- night they will sleep beyond the in trusiOn of the great white moon, and they did. Just one perfect night amid the chattering of the little stream at the door They arise and