The Cumby Rustler. (Cumby, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 51, Ed. 1 Friday, March 17, 1911 Page: 3 of 8
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N the summer of 1909, when, gold was
discovered in the Porcupine Lake min-
ing district of Canada, about 500 miles
north of Toronto, s the region was so
inaccessible and the conditions of life
were so hard that nothing except the
lure of gold could have brought white
men to the spot. Everywhere was a
trackless, low-lying forest. Perhaps
it would be more nearly accurate to
say that everywhere was a great
marsh filled with trees. In the winter
the temperature dropped to 60 degrees below zero
«uxd the snow rose to the forest branches. In the
crammer there was a pest of insects. Poisonous
{black flies—almost invisible because of their small-
ness—buzzed all the day. At night the black flies
llald off and the mosquitoes came on. There was
inever a summer hour, by day or night* when a hu-
man being could have lived at
tpeace; when his face would not
■have been stinging; when his
swollen features would not have
made him grotesque.
But few had ever suffered, be-
cause there were only a few to
suffer. Only an occasional trap-
per ever penetrated the wilder-
ness. The prospector had not
come, because the prospector, as
a rule, goes only where mountains
beckon. The prospector did not
know that mountains, like teeth,
may wear off until only their roots
remain. Nor did the prospector
know that, In the great dentistry
of nature, these mountain roots
are sometimes filled with gold and
silver, nickel and iron.
Yet such is the* fact. When the
world was young a mountain range
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extended from Minnesota, across Ontario, to Lab-
rador. Nobody but geologists make the state-
ment with confidence. They say these moun-
tains were the oldest mountains on the conti-
nent; that they were old when the Rockies were
yet unformed; that the glacial drift and the dis-
integrating effects of untold millions of years
of heat and cold have worn them away until only
the "roots” remain; and they point to the roots
as proof of their theory.
The roots are there. Anybody can see them.
Borne of them are below the surface, some are
above. Over most of the roots are a few feet
of earth, but, here and there, a huge shoulder of
rock thrusts itself above the surface; here and
there a great ledge plows its way through the
forests and then disappears in the marsh; and
nowhere can one dig far without coming to rock.
A singular incident „ explains, perhaps, why
these mountain roots were not permitted to re-
main untouched for another hundred million
years. The incident had its Inspiration in poli-
tics. The Ontario government felt that it was
losing strength with the farmers. Wise men in
the ministry looked around to see what could be
dime. The farmers in the "clay belt” had been
clamoring for a railroad. The ministry decided
that it would be good politics to give it to them.
So it was decided to build a railroad from North
bay, on the shores of Lake Nipissing, to connect
with the great transcontinental line, under con-
struction farther north.
It was while this railroad was building that
Fred La Rose, a member of the construction
gang, blasted his way into an old mountain root,
made himself rich, made Cobalt, made more than
a score of multimillionaires and caused Canada,
which had produced almost no silver, to produce
12 per cent, of the world's output. Two men, in
six days, trundled out 257,000 worth of silver
with a wheelbarrow. As an indirect result Sud-
bury became the world’s chief producer of nickel.
All of which seemed to be against the rules
made and provided by nature. Canada had never
been known as a silver country. Near Cobalt
there was nothing on the surface to indicate that
silver might be near. But no eye had seen below
the surface. No mind had dreained of the gold
and silver filled roots of worn-off mountains. An
explanation was required—and geologists who ex-
amined the formations gave it.
The geological assurance that the entire re-
gion might be sprinkled with precious metals
quickly caused the country around Cobalt to be
prospected. But prospecting in forest-covered
marshes does not proceed rapidly. Not until the
summer of 1909 did prospectors push 250 miles
northward, to the region of Porcupine lake.
There is about as much uncertainty with re-
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gard to who first
discovered gold in
Porcupine as there
is with regard to
who discovered
America. George
Bannerman, how-
ever, appears to be
the Columbus of
the occasion. Ban-
nerman, an old
prospector, In July,
1909, scraped the
moss from a bit of
the surface of a
projecting rock and
saw wet flakes of
shining gold star-
ing up at him from
the quartz. But the
first great discov-
ery was made by
a gang of prospec-
tors headed by
Jack Wilson. Wil-
son, or one of his subordinates—no two reports
on this point are alike—found the great "Dome ’
that bears Wilson’s name. The “Dome” is a
ridge of rock, 550 feet long, 40 to 80 feet wide,
20 to 80 feet above ground, and no one yet knows
how deep, that is heavily laden with gold. Pull
the moss from it anywhere and there is gold.
Nothing in the history of gold mining better
illustrates the eccentricities of gold miners than
the discovery of the "Dome.” The discovering
party consisted of three men, headed by Jack
Wilson. The expedition was financed by a Chi-
cago man named Edwards, who was engaged in
the manufacture of lighting fixtures. Edwards
was to j)ut up all the money in return for a
half interest in anything that might be discov-
ered. Wilson was to have a quarter interest and
each of the other two an eighth.
For several weeks they prospected, first to the
east of Porcupine lake, in Whitney township, then
to the west, in Tisdale township. They found
gold and staked some claims. But the great
“Dome,” although they camped, some of the time,
within sight of it, almost escaped them. It was
finally discovered, according to the story that
is generally believed, only because one of Wil-
son’s subordinates stumbled across it. He was
not a miner, knew nothing about geology, but did
know enough to scrape off moss. Also, he had
eyes. When the moss was off he could not help
seeing the gold. The great ridge that was hence-
forth to be known as the "Wilson Dome” had
been found. Stakes were driven and claim laid
to the huge boulder.
Perhaps the most remarkable story, however,
that has come out of the Porcupine was told by a
prospector named "Bill” Woodney.
A mining man whom I believe to be reliable told
me that Bill came to him one day and showed him
a remarkably rich piece of gold quartz, at the
same time asking him where he supposed it came
from.
"Not from anywhere in Canada,” was the reply.
“I thought you would say that,” -was the com-
ment, "but you are wrong.”
Then "Bill” told his storry.
He said the quartz was given to him by a widow.
Her husband had been accidentally killed a short
time before she gave it to him. The widow told
him that the quartz came from a vein near Lake
Abitibi, a frigid sheet of water up toward Hudson’s
bay, 300 miles north of Cobalt. Her husband and
two other men whom she named had found the
vein. They had not staked their claims and regis-
tered them with the government at Toronto, be-
cause such registration would have been a notifica-
tion to the world that they had found gold in the
region. Winter was near when the discovery was
made and they wanted to return in the spring,
prospect the country thoroughly and stake out ev-
erything in sight.
During the following winter the husband of the
woman who was so soon t£» become a wWow vs*
seriously injured in a mill. In a few days he
realized that death was near. He sent for the two
prospectors who had accompanied him to Lake
Abitibi. They came. . ~
"Boys,” said he, "I guess I’ve got to die. I can’t
go back with you in the spring to stake the claims.
I want you to promise me that if I die you will give
the old woman a third of what we found last year.”
The men promised. The wife heard them. But
she didn’t believe them.
The widow had told Bill who the men were.
He knew them. He knew where they were work-
ing. Bill hired out in the same place. In the course
of a few weeks one of them told him that they were
going to quit at a certain time in the spring and
take a long canoe and hunting trip In the country
far to the north.
That was good enough clew for Bill. Two weeks
before the announced time for the men to start
Woodney quit his job, packed his kit and started
for Lake Abitibi himself.
When he reached the lake he drew his canoe
from the water, hid it in the “bush,” as Canadians
call a forest, and prepared to wait.
On the eighth day of his vigil, as he was peering
out of the bushes, he saw the sight that he had
waited so long to see. Down the placid river came
two canoes, cutting their ways through the cool
waters and leaving flatiron wakes in the rear.
Late in the afternoon Bill saw the two specks
disappear in what seemed to be an inlet.
The first night there was no fire, but the next
day Bill saw a blue spiral of smoke curling from the
bushes back of the lake.
For five days and nights the fires burned. Then
there was no more fire, day or night. Evidently the
men had gone. Bill wanted to be sure, so he waited
three more days. Then he went down to the lake
where his canoe was hidden, put It into the water,
took pains to observe that there was on the lake
no sign of human life, then slowly paddled his way
along the shore, looking for the inlet.
Bill was paddling as quietly as he could when, at
the "knuckle” of the water finger—a point where
the inlet was not more than 50 feet wide—he sud-
denly saw on the left bank—the two prospectors!
The next Instant one of them threw an ax at Bill's
canoe that all but cut it in two and sunk it as quick-
ly as a mino could sink a battleship.
Woodney doesn’t know yet why he is alive. He
seemed to have no chance to live. It was two
against one and the one was In the water. So were
his food, his weapons and his tools. If he were not
murdered during the next second it seemed certain
that he would starve during the next month. Not
that he thought out all of these things while he was
sinking. He thought out nothing. All he did was to
act first and think afterward. A few strokes with
his hands and a few kicks with his feet put him
against the bank. No rabbit ever took a trail faster
than Bill took to the brush.
The rest of this story can be told in short sen-
tences. Hunger, within the next forty-eight hours,
drove Woodney Into the very camp of the men
who would have slain him. He crept up to them,
late at night, and stole their food. He could not
steal much at a time, but he stole enough to keep
him alive. He stole, not once, but three times. Th»
next time he went to steal they were not there.
They had pulled up camp and gone, bag and bag-
gage. He took his life in his hands the next day
and went down to see the claims they had staked.
He didn’t find a stick or a sign of a claim. He
couldn’t even find anything himself that seemed
worth claiming.
The prospectors never returned. Whether they
were upset and drowned In one of the many rap-
ids; whether they fell to fighting and killed each
other, no one knows. Nor have they ever filed a
claim to ore bodies along Lake Abitibi.
CHECK IT IN TIME.
Few people realize the grave dan-
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slightest kidney trouble may be Na-
ture’s warning of dropsy, diabetes or
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Mrs. Sarah A. Black,
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In Its Due Order.
Champ Clark at a dinner in Wash-
ington, pleaded indulgence for a some-
what rambling speaker.
"He’ll arrive,” said the Democratic
leader, “if you’ll only give him time.
He is like Dr. Thirdly.
"Dr. Thirdly was dividing up his ser-
mon into its appropriate heads one
Sunday morning when a member of
the congregation shouted irascibly:
“ ‘Meat, man! Give us meat!’
“ ‘Well,’ said Dr. Thirdly promptly,
■hold on, then, till I’m done carving.’ ”
A Matter of Size.
Wife—I want a cap, please, for my
husband.
Shopkeeper — Yes, madam. What
size does he wear?
Wife—Well, I really forget. His col-
lars are size 16, though I expect
he’d want about size 18 or 20 for a
cap, wouldn’t he?
I>o You Use Eye Salve? Apply only
from Aseptic Tubes to Prevent Infection.
, Murine Eye Salve In Tubes—New Size
25c. Murine Eye Liquid 25c-50c. Eye
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The chap who gets a free ride in a
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How a married man doesn’t enjoy
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Modern application Is likely to ex-
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A man who thinks his work Is worth
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Morton, George M. The Cumby Rustler. (Cumby, Tex.), Vol. 19, No. 51, Ed. 1 Friday, March 17, 1911, newspaper, March 17, 1911; Cumby, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth770153/m1/3/: accessed July 18, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Hopkins County Genealogical Society.