| Show OLD DRIVER FINDS HIS STAGE AT FAIR recalls stories of hectic gold mining days san diego cal henry stone seventy eight who drove a stagecoach sta c out of san diego when khen he was seventeen recalled tales of tile the hectic gold mining days of the southwest when he discovered the coach lie he piloted over the treacherous mountain trails in 1875 on exhibition at the worlds fair here stone was brought to tile the exposition by mrs G E ashby supervisor of a historical writers project at santa ana cal ile he had been living at artesia cal even before he drove the stage between san diego and yuma ariz stone rode with the pony express over the same route passing gold mining settlements en route where he picked up mail and changed chanced horses our schedule on the yuma road was from here to armo potrero Po campo and mountain springs stone said wed change horses in each of those settlements A boy would run out with a fresh horse grab the single line for that animal and hand us the new line the company never let us get down to get a drink but wed get that anyhow altogether we had a lot of fun in those days I 1 dont know whether it was because times were different or because we were young maybe it was that its awful good to be young stone examined the old vehicle carefully and said it was in almost as good shape as when he drove it right up there near the left side lamp he said eaid find the initials M R that was maggie whose daddy lived up at campo for a while I 1 often wondered what became of maggie she sure was a fine girl trouble was not frequent said stone but he admitted it did become a bit wild at times the most trouble I 1 ever saw on a run over the mountains was right soon after I 1 began driving coach instead of riding for the express up at campo some mexican bandits started to rob haskells Ga store but gas had been laying kayin g for them I 1 guess he had a gun behind every flour barrel in the station As the bandits came u up p to the door he began to let fly he shot 13 of them and they piled up right there on the stoop only one got away gas always was sore because he missed that last one when a gun jammed |
