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Show GOLDEN PHANTOMS Fascinating TalcS Of fdi,hl i.. walson Lost Mines e NU. 3... .......... ......... ...... 4 THE LOST CABIN MINE SOMEWHF.RE In the Big Horn mountains is a mine richer than the Comstock lode. It was found In 1SG3, and lost in 1SG4, but some day a lucky prospector will find It again, open up its neglected tunnels tun-nels and build a new cabin where the old one stood. Three men, Allen Hulbert. Cox, and Jones, were the first to discover this bonanza. They had gone out on a pro.ecting trip from Walla Walla, and some time in the spring of 1SGM they found themselves in the wildest part of the United States. They had been going through terrible hardships, floating on a raft down the Big Horn, and traveling trav-eling at night to avoid hostile Indians. In-dians. Men In their senses would have recoiled at the bare Idea of such an adventure, hut these men were bewitched by a golden phantom phan-tom ; they kept on prospecting as they went. At last, there In the Big Horns they found a wonderful pay streak, which panned "all the way from five cents to one dollar each trial." This was their rainbow end, and here they planned to stay through the next winter. By the time water wa-ter froze overnight, each had something some-thing like half a bushel of gold. Winter passed all too slowly. As soon as the first spring warmth came to the little valley, they were on the job again. What their plans were, no one can tell. Perhaps they expected to go to Walla Walla that summer, laden with treasure; or they may have decided to stay on until either they or the nuggets were exhausted. exhaust-ed. But these plans were destined never to be completed, for Indians suddenly fell on Cox and Jones, killed and scalped them, and rifled the cabin. Hulbert who had gone some distance off, saw the horrible sight, but was powerless to help his partners. As soon as the marauders left, Hulbert hurried down to the cabin. The gold was still there, and he packed a knapsack full, buried the rest, and struck out in the opposite direction taken by the Indians. After 18 days through wild, unknown country, he reached the North Platte river, and found the old trail to California. Here he met up with a large party of gold seekers heading toward to-ward the northwest. On hearing' his story, part of the enormous crowd decided to return with him to the mine, and more than 500 people, with 140 wagons, accepted him as their leader. How was a man to retrace a trail like his? How could he remember every landmark, every direction of those terrible IS days of flight? Hulbert Hul-bert thought he could, but all summer sum-mer long he tried in vain to reach that abandoned cabin where the bodies of his friends guarded the golden treasure. At last he was forced to admit defeat, and the angry crowd, after even once gathering gath-ering to lynch their bewildered leader, lead-er, started westward. . Since then many a good prospector pros-pector has spent years in the effort to locate the Lost Cabin mine. "Old Pancake" Comstock, grubstaked by Nevada men, searched for It In rain. Then, during the Sioux uprising, when the Big Horn country was alive with Indians, three men made their way to the head of the Little Big Horn, and here they found what must have been the real mother lode of the Lost Cabin gold. It was the largest known body of rich quartz In the world! The newcomers built a boat, loaded It with gold, and planned to float down the river until they reached a settlement. Here they would outfit and return to where fortune had smiled her golden grin at them. But death lurked downstream; down-stream; the Sioux camp, stretched along the river, was more than three miles long, and 0,000 warriors waited wait-ed and longed for a chance to spill white man's blood. It was midnight when the awkward awk-ward boat started past this gigantic gigan-tic camp. A dog, snlfling the air, barked excitedly. A sentinel peered and listened. The rapids of the Little Lit-tle Big Horn reached for the boat. In haste, the miners grew panicky a moment more, ami the boat overturned over-turned another, and they were captives of the hostile Sioux. In the scuffle that ensued one man managed to get away. He had no food, no weapons', anil bis clothing cloth-ing had been torn until only a few rat'H covered him. But he had clenched his band over a couple of nuggets, and these he kept during the days when he wandered In search of a settlement. At last he stumbled Into a little town. What haponed to Sitting Bull, Custer, and the rest, Is history. The country became safe from Indians again. But the one man who could have trailed the golden phantom hack to the Ixist f'jihln lode sat In the sunshine and bubbled of Immense Im-mense wealth, of hunger, of Indian, of his beautiful yellow nuggets a garrulous, senseless Idiot, |