Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia on August 3, 1975 · Page 72
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Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia · Page 72

Charleston, West Virginia
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Sunday, August 3, 1975
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The River of Golden Sands By Doane R. Hoag FORT WINGATE, N.M. Aug. 3, 1864 -- Here are the exact directions for finding one of the richest gold mines in the West. Nobody claims this treasure." It is yours for the taking. Starting at the San Carlos Indian Reservation in Arizona, you must strike out northeast, crossing the Black River and then the headwaters of the Little Colorado, until you come to the old wagon road that used to lead to Fort Wingate, now the town of Grants, New Mexico. To the northeast you will see the twin peaks about a day and a half journey in the distance. At the foot of the peaks you will find a zigzag mountain canyon whose entrance is almost completely closed by a gigantic boulder. Squeezing through this narrow defile, you will come upon an abandoned Indian pumpkin patch, some cottonwood trees, and a magnificent waterfall. In the sandy beach below those falls you can dig up gold nuggets as big as hen's eggs! Early in August, 1864, the story of this fantastic deposit of gold was revealed by a friendly Indian to a party of prospecters headed by a man named Adams. The Indian, who was called Gotch Ear, knowing how highly the white men valued gold, led them to the spot, but left mem with a sober warning. "Here," he said, "you may dig for the yellow metal as long as you wish, but do hot go beyond the waterfall, for that is the land of the Apache Gods, and it is taboo!" Adams promised., The Indian took a horse they had given him and rode off. Adams and his friends built a cabin and then started digging for gold. Ten, twelve, fourteen hours a day they labored filling two large saddlebags with gold dust and nuggets, which they hid under the floor of the cabin. Soon they had what today would be. worth close to a million dollars worth of gold. But .they were running low on food, so two of the men, John Brewer and Emil Shaeffer, who was known as "The Dutchman", started out for Fort Wingate for supplies. When they did not return, Adams became worried. He and one of the other miners, Bill Davidson, went out to look for them." While they were gone, the other miners got to thinking. If the digging were as good as this below the waterfall, what must they be Jike above it? So in spite of the Indian warning, one of the men went up the falls and returned a day later with a nugget the size of a hen's egg! With wild cries of excitement, the men scrambled .up the river past the falls and started digging. Eight or nine days later, Adams and Davidson returned to the canyon and found the scalped and mutilated bodies of their companions where the Indians had left them. The cabin had been burned to the ground. Twenty-two men were dead. One alone was still alive, but dying. In his last moments of life he pressed a giant nugget into Adams' hand and begged him to take and flee at once. The Indians, he warned, would be back! Adams and Davidson mounted their horses and fled at once, but the Apaches were soon on their trail. In their frantic flight across the desert, their horses dropped, their water gave out, and Davidson died of exhaustion. Adams wandered around in a daze until he was picked up by troopers from Fort Wingate. He still had the giant nugget clutched in his hand.- For years he tried to find his way back to the zig-zag canyon, but his memory was gone: Many other men have tried, but no one has ever found the place. But the Adams diggings are still there, somewhere. All you have to do to find them is to locate the zig-zag canyon, the pumpkin patch, the cottonwood trees, and the River of the Golden Sands. You may dig there all you please. But don't go past the waterfall! (Copyright Doane Hoag 1975) Famous Fables By K. K. Kdgar DEMONSTRATION: When Joe McCarthy was manager of the Chicago Cubs, he spent much of his time thinking up ways to get his star slugger, Hack Wilson, to give up the bottle. One day, he brought a container of worms to the locker room and called Wilson over. "I want to show you something, Hack," he said. "He took two glasses and filled one with water and the other with whisky. Then he dropped a worm into the glass containing water, "You see it swimming?" he pointed out. "Just plain water and it feels in the pink." He took the worm out of the water and dropped it into the whisky glass. Almost immediately, it curled up, dead. "You see that!" he said. "Do you get the meaning of what I'm trying to demonstrate?" "Of course I do," said Wilson. "It means that if I keep on drinking whisky, I won't have worms." President Ford goes over notes in oval office of White House. Augusts, 1975, Sunday Gazetti-Maii

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