Arizona state miner., 1925-04-11

Ddn Rose, VINO IS known IN every
nook and corner of the state, the fol
lowing from his own pen is repro
duced from a recent issue of the Ari-
zona Mining Journal 1t tells the true
story about three old mines promi-
nent in the history of Arizona at
Globe:
The we'll worn but nevertheless
true aphorism of a ''fool-fOr- luck"
has found credit in the lives of
many mining prospectors in the west
and in none more fOrcibly than in
the fool-for-luck proposition Of Char
lie Mcmillan when he proposed to
his partner to tie up the pack ami
mails to some trees hard by while he
took a nap.
Mcmillan with his partner, jim
DOry Harris, a tenderfOOt at the
trade, were prOspectors from up Ne
vada way, and had come to Globe
upon hearing reports of the poten-
tial wealth in that district But Oh
serving that pay streaks were small
and most of them taken up, they
decided to hit the trail to the White
mountain country. Now Charlie, like
most prOspectOrs of the old days,
liked his liquor and liked it mighty
fine, so to celebrate the advent Of
possible prosperous trip, he got
soused deep and plenty Dory Harris
was no drinking man and when he
beheld the plight of his side partner,
his disgust knew no bounds. He fin
ally lugged Mcmillan to their outfit
in a corral, what he said to him isn't
found in ROgets Thesaurus The an
swer he received from his stupid
partner was you damn tenderfOot,
go to hell"
The command was the last thing
Harris intended to follow unless he
was unfortunate enough to fall be-
meath the wrath Of the powers that
be; for DOry was a good chap, but
as for being a tenderfoot, he was
and knew it and there hangs this
tale.
Charlie Mcmillan was one of the
best prospectors in the west He
made several good stakes in Nevada
but blew it all in on women and
wine; so meeting up with Harris
after he went broke he accepted him
as a partner and here they were in
Globe-Charlie drunk, as usual, and
Dory rarin' to get him away But no
matter how much Mcmillan abused
him Dory was going to stick by him
till his last dollar was gone. So ne
permitted the old hunter of mines to
sleep off his drunk.
In the morning Charlie, who was
as sick as the proverbial dog, but
determined to leave Globe, helped
pack up their outfit and after break
fast they were soon lined out on the
old trail used in 1887, which ran
northeast of Ft. Apache, where there
was a small hill Where the trail
passed along the side of the hill, a
number of Juniper and Cedar trees
cast an inviting shade to hot, dusty
travellers who chanced that way And
as Mcmillan and Harris were the
only ones in that vicinity at this time
and this certain August day was ex-
tremely warm, those trees looked
good to Charlie. He stopped sudden
and with a below of irritation called
out from behind: Hay, Harris, hold
on minute. Stop them pack mules
and tie 'em up to one of these trees.
I'm going to lie down awhile I've
been so damn sick since / left Globe
l can't set on my horse any more"
Harris Obeyed mechanically He
was accustomed to after-drunk whims
In the meantime Mcmillan had
thrown himself down in the cool
shade Of the jumpers and was fast
asleep. After Dory had hitched the
animals, he wandered over to where
his partner was snoring in restless
slumber-The effect of the booze was
beginning to run it's course.
you burned old desert rat" said
Dory, why didn't you hold out
little longer till we get down to the
spring-it's only about two miles
away. Durn ye, anyway, now guess
it'll be plum dark before we get
there, durn ye," he added for good
measure. 'It serves ye right, trying
to drink up all the whiskey in Globe"
Satisfied now, that he had given
vent to his mind, which he wanted
to do ever since they had left Globe
but had refrained upon seeing the
sorry plight of his partner, he took
his prospector's pick and wandered
to a moss-cOvered ledge of rocks,
oOihC Low ACCC away dhu Quu0I Cn0
shade of tree. Here he sat down,
and in fit Of abstraction, pecked
idly at the moss on the ledge. The
pick stuck in the moss and, when
he pried it out, he noticed a peculiar
fragment of something on the point,
It aroused his curiosity. Clearing
off the mold, he dug deeper in the
ledge and finally broke. Or rather