{"1": {"fulltext": "BY HIMSELF\\nLIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\nDDD17TfiTS3H", "height": "4672", "width": "2926", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap..P-!^opyright No.\\nsheii Wan^n3\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "4482", "width": "2687", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4482", "width": "2687", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4473", "width": "2621", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4473", "width": "2621", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4473", "width": "2621", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4482", "width": "2496", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4473", "width": "2621", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "JIM WARDNER,\\nOF\\nWARDNER, IDAHO.\\nBY HIMSELF.\\nNEW YORK:\\nThe Anglo-American Publishing Co.\\n1900.", "height": "4491", "width": "2534", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "TWO Copies rm^\u00c2\u00bb\\nLibrary of c\u00c2\u00a9\u00c2\u00bbs^r\u00c2\u00ab\u00c2\u00ab%\\nOlfllai f the\\nAPR 2 1900\\nfleeter of Copyright^\\n61179\\nCopyrighted, igoo,\\nby\\nThe Anglo American Publishing Co,\\nSECOND COPY,\\n\u00c2\u00abSTJLSS RIDGE PRINTING CO. r V\\nPRESS OF\\nNEW YORK.", "height": "4473", "width": "2621", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "fO\\n5C\\nDEDICATION.\\nI have studied longer than a judge in a pet\\ndog show as to whom this book should be dedicated,\\nand amidst the vast number of associations, loves\\nand regrets, I hereby dedicate it, first, to the sweetest\\nmother, the truest wife, and the dearest children\\nof which it was ever man s honor to be son, husband,\\nand father; second, to my ever-living creditors, whose\\nlongevity is so?ne thing extraordinary, and who, if\\neach became a purchaser of this book, would insure\\nits circulation and third, to the miners of the great\\nNorthwest, with whom I have been so closely allied\\nfor many years, sharing with them hopes, anticipations\\nand realizations.", "height": "4491", "width": "2534", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "This little flower was taken front the conservatory of Ella\\nWheeler Wilcox and transplanted into my garden of weeds:\\nThe longer I live and the more I see\\nOf the struggle of souls toward the heights above,\\nThe stronger this truth comes home to me\\nThat the Universe rests on the shoulders of love\\nA love so limitless, deep and broad,\\nThat men have renamed it and called it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 God.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094New York Journal,", "height": "4473", "width": "2621", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nCHAPTER\\nPAGE\\nI.\\nMy Earliest Speculations.\\nI\\nII.\\nThe Anti-Cow-Kicking Milking Stool.\\n9\\nIII.\\nHogs and a Trip to Arizona.\\n13\\nIV.\\nMr. Snowball the Belcher and Lizzie Bullock\\nMines.\\n18\\nV.\\nSnow-Slides.\\n26\\nVI.\\nThe National Candy Bank.\\n29\\nVII.\\nThe Wild Man of Big Hole.\\n37\\nVIII.\\nDeadwood in the Black Hills.\\n39\\nIX.\\nThe Golden Summit.\\n47\\nX\\nButterine.\\n50\\nXI.\\nThe Cceur d Alene.\\n52\\nXII.\\nThe Bunker Hill and Sullivan.\\n54\\nXIII.\\nWardner, Idaho.\\n67\\nXIV.\\nStrikes Made by Curious Means.\\n74\\nXV.\\nA Grewsome Awakening.\\n77\\nXVI.\\nShorty.\\n78\\nXVII.\\nSpokane.\\n80\\nXVIII.\\nDutch Jake.\\n83\\nXIX.\\nFairhaven, Washington.\\n88\\nXX.\\nMy Cat Ranch.\\n92\\nXXI.\\nHotel de Bum.\\n97\\nXXII.\\nGoing to Tay All Night.\\n100\\nXXIII.\\nThe Blue Canon Coal Mine.\\n102\\nXXIV.\\nHe Was From Eagle City, Idaho.\\n104\\nXXV.\\nKaslo. ---._.\\n106\\nXXVI.\\nScotty.\\n112\\nXXVII.\\nJohn Todd.\\n114", "height": "4491", "width": "2534", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER\\nPAGE\\nXXVIII.\\nA Tribute from Fred. W. Dunn,\\n5\\nXXIX.\\nMr. Napier.\\n121\\nXXX.\\nAfrica.\\n123\\nXXXI.\\nSome Personal Observations on Our\\nSouth\\nAfrican Trade.\\n126\\nXXXII.\\nRossland, B. C.\\n129\\nXXXIII.\\nThat Railroad Pass.\\n132\\nXXXIV.\\nOne on the Doctor.\\n134\\nXXXV.\\nWardner, B. C.\\n135\\nXXXVI.\\nThe Loss of the Steamboats.\\n137\\nXXXVII.\\nKlondike.\\n140\\nXXXVIII.\\nGood-bye.\\n143\\nAppendix.\\nEtireka Nome\\n145", "height": "4473", "width": "2630", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER I.\\nMY EARLIEST SPECULATIONS.\\nIF it were possible to instruct the young men of the\\nEnglish-speaking world by means of object lessons\\nfrom the experience of others, I believe that this\\nautobiography would soon be recognized as one of the\\nmost valuable text books extant. In recording the in-\\ncidents, adventures, business affairs and unique experi-\\nences of a life that has never known idle moments and\\nthat has, in its feverish haste for gain, invaded nearly\\nall countries and all climes, from the northern extremi-\\nties of Alaska to the southern parts of Africa, I shall\\nrelate only facts and actual personal observations. All\\nof the names of the individuals mentioned are genuine,\\nand all dates and places are correctly given.\\nTo those unacquainted with me, who will read this\\nbook, I will introduce myself by stating that I am the\\nJim Wardner after whom the towns of Wardner in\\nIdaho and Wardner in British Columbia are named.\\nIt is generally considered by my most intimate family\\nfriends that I am a living and incontrovertible proof\\nthat the old saw, Blood will tell/ is not to be relied\\nupon in estimating the effect of a parent s characteris-\\ntics upon his children; for, while I have been one of the\\nmost persistent and tireless searchers after hidden treas-\\nures in all parts of the world, my good father lived fifty\\nconsecutive years in the city of Milwaukee, Wisconsin,\\nand was quite the contrary, being of a very retiring\\ndisposition. He located in Milwaukee in 1836, and died\\nthere in 1886. His was the first brick residence built in\\nthe city now so famous for its beauty and beer, and\\ntherein I was born, May 19, 1846. My dear mother is\\nstill alive, at eighty years of age, and notwithstanding\\nthat she has been confined to her bed since the first in-\\nauguration of Grover Cleveland, her mental energies\\nand high-strung nerves are still unimpaired.", "height": "4473", "width": "2630", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "2 Jim Wardner.\\nAs a youth I was exceedingly restless under any kind\\nof restraint, cared little for books, loved all animals, and\\ndeveloped a disposition to trade and barter with my boy\\ncompanions rather than to indulge in the usual games\\nand sports of children. I was but eight years old when\\nI one day surprised my mother by confiding to her my\\nfirst great money-making scheme. I had thought over\\nthe project until I was convinced that I could make more\\nmoney annually upon an original investment of seventy-\\nfive cents than she had ever dreamed of. I had figured\\nout every detail before I presented my proposition to\\nmy mother and asked her to loan me the necessary cap-\\nital. I assured her I knew where I could buy a very\\nbeautiful rabbit for seventy-five cents; that the boy who\\nowned the rabbit had told me it was a mother rabbit\\nand that it would have eight or ten baby rabbits soon,\\neach of which would probably be more beautiful and\\nvaluable than the one I was to purchase. I also told my\\nmother that I had been learning all about rabbits from\\nthe boy owner, and that it would be very easy to increase\\nmy stock of animals to at least one thousand head by\\nthe end of the first twelve months, and that the figures\\nfor the next following year became so large I could not\\ncalculate them, but that at twenty-five cents each for\\nthe rabbits I would be awful rich.\\nMy mother gave me the money; I bought the rabbit\\nand very soon afterward I had eight young kids to\\nadmire and take care of. I fitted up a place in our back\\nyard and worked industriously and methodically to the\\nend I had in view. The young rabbits thrived, and I\\nsoon found an opportunity to sell a pair for seventy-five\\ncents. I repaid the loan to my mother, and felt that I\\nhad engaged in an interesting and profitable business,\\nand that it was all my own. The business thrived and\\ngrew, and I continued it until I was thirteen years old,\\nin the meantime making money enough to buy all my\\nschool books, and always having on hand much more\\nspending money than the average boy among my asso-\\nciates. I soon found out that my original calculations\\ndid not materialize, and also learned that figures will\\nlie more correctly and seductively than any other\\nmedium of untruth. But my rabbit business was a\\nsuccess just the same.", "height": "4473", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "My Earliest Speculations, 3\\nMy boy customers were many, and among- them I re-\\ncall Charlie King as one of the best. And now General\\nKing-, the heroic soldier and gifted author, if he reads\\nthese lines, will go back in heart and mind to the sunny,\\nhappy days when he so admired my best pink eyes,\\nand there was no trace of anything but joy above the\\nhorizon of our youthful vision. Prof. George H. Peck-\\nham, now distinguished as first among educators in\\nWisconsin, was a good buyer of bunnies. Among\\nmy other well-remembered boy customers were W. H.\\nWright, Sam. W. Tallmadge, Harry and Fred. Ludding-\\nton, W. H. Seaman and others but of all the boys who\\nwere my patrons there was one, somewhat older than\\nthe others, whom I can never forget. His name was\\nBill Plummer and he was the thirteenth and youngest\\nson of a good English family that lived in the neighbor-\\nhood. Bill had a peculiar personality. He was a quiet\\nlad, yet had a faculty of making all the other boys in\\nj awe of him without any apparent attempt to exercise\\nany authority or control. I had an instinctive dread of\\nhim which was never clear to mv mind. It was a case\\nof\\nI do not like thee, Dr. Fell\\nWhy it is, I cannot tell\\nBut I do not like thee, Dr. Fell.\\nUntil I heard that as a young man he had drifted up to\\nVirginia City, in Montana, had been elected Sheriff of\\nthe camp, and was soon afterward hung by the Vigi-\\nlantes, who discovered that he was the chief of the road\\nagents that infested the new mining district, as well as\\nbeing the duly elected Sheriff. But I doubt if Bill\\nPlummer could have avoided that or a worse fate, for\\nhe was number thirteen on the list.\\nMy business career of rabbit-raising had been happy\\nand prosperous but when I was thirteen years old I\\ngave it up to enter the drug store of I. N. Morton, in\\nMilwaukee, as a clerk and student. I was no more to\\nblame for beginning my career as a druggist at the\\nfatalistic year of my life than was Bill Plummer for be-\\nmg the thirteenth son. I liked the delicate, intricate,\\nand precise nature of my new duties, and as I was of an\\ninquisitive turn I made quick progress so much so, in-\\ndeed, that in 1863, when the Thirty-ninth Regiment", "height": "4473", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "4 Jim Wardner.\\nWisconsin Volunteer Infantry, was ready to go to the\\nfront in the Civil War, I was appointed by Surgeon-\\nGeneral E. B. Wolcott to the position of hospital stew-\\nard. We were soon at the front, and the Thirty-ninth\\nWisconsin was stationed on the Hernando Pike, just out\\nof Memphis, Tennessee. I got along pretty well for a\\nboy of my age, rather liked the authority of my posi-\\ntion, and had only one stormy incident during my serv-\\nice. The great Confederate cavalry chief, Forrest, con-\\ncluded that his mere handful of men were more than\\na match in dash, daring and deviltry for the considera-\\nble Federal army in and about Memphis. At any rate,\\nwhen our gallant Thirty-ninth heard that Forrest was\\ncoming down the pike they started like broncos before\\na cloudburst, and ran five miles to safety at Fort Pick-\\nering I had remained to get the sick and convalescent\\ninto*ambulances but before that work was finished I\\nconcluded that Jim Wardner s personal safety was worth\\nmuch more that any record of heroism that might lead\\nto death, and so I quietly disappeared by crawling into\\na big bake-oven. I was well secreted, and remained\\nthere ten of the longest hours I ever passed before\\nwas sure that I could reach Fort Pickering in safety and\\nrejoin the regiment.\\nI saved my money while in the army, and after my\\ndischarge I returned home for a brief visit, and then\\nmade up my mind that I was old enough and big enough\\nto tackle life in New York City. I reached New York\\nfull of hope, aspirations and confidence. I put up at the\\nWestern Hotel, on Cortlandt street, and at once began\\nlooking for a position as druggist. I soon found out\\nthat all the high-class pharmacies were fully as particu-\\nlar about how their clerks parted their hair or curled\\ntheir mustaches as they were about their knowledge and\\nexperience and as I was not quite up to the Eastern\\nstyle just then, I was finally compelled to accept a clerk-\\nship in a drug store located at the then famous (and in-\\nfamous) Five Points. I was made night clerk, and\\nquickly discovered that my principal work was the sale\\nof morphine, opium and certain proprietary medicines.\\nThe transition from the quiet dignity of Morton s es-\\ntablishment in Milwaukee to the surroundings of a night\\nclerk s duties in the Five Points/ New York, was", "height": "4473", "width": "2621", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "My Earliest Speculations. 5\\nmarked enough to satisfy any craving for incident or\\nstrange experience that a boy of my age might have had.\\nBefore I had been long in my new position I found\\nthat one of our most regular patrons was a big, jovial,\\ntremendously profane and equally influential man of the\\nneighborhood, named John Allen. We became so well\\nacquainted that Mr. Allen one night said to me in his\\nmost cordial manner\\nCome around to my place some afternoon, Jim, and\\nI ll show you one of the sights of New York.\\nHe gave me his number on Water street, and the fol-\\nlowing afternoon I strolled over to the address given.\\nOver the door was a big sign, Allen s Place. It was\\ndirectly opposite a very famous resort of which I had\\nheard, Kit Burns Rat Pit. I saw that the general\\nenvironment was of an even tougher character than our\\nown business locality, and it was with a bit of indecision\\nthat I finally opened the front door and stepped into\\nJohn Allen s resort of the ultra- vile habitu6s of the dis-\\ntrict. Many, times in my life of adventure, excitement\\nand novelty have I been suddenly startled, surprised or\\nfrightened, but never before or since have I been quite\\nso astounded as I was the moment I entered Allen s\\nPlace.\\nIn the center of the first portion of the front room\\nwas a round table, upon which were strewn well-bound,\\nexpensive and much-used volumes of the works of\\nShakespeare, Milton, Burns, Poe, Dickens and other\\nstandard authors, and in the center of the table was a\\nhuge and costly family Bible. To the left center of the\\nroom was a long bar standing upon the bar was a little\\nboy, apparently about five years old, sweet, innocent\\nand beautiful. It was as if the child had stepped out\\nof one of the master paintings of the Madonna to check\\nthe mad revelry that was rioting at the far end of the\\nroom, where sailors and women were dancing, drinking\\nand brawling. Before the child stood John Allen and\\nthe boy, with a marvelous beauty of voice, was declaim-\\ning bits of poetry from Burns. Mr. Allen turned and\\ncame forward to meet me.\\n14 Well, Jim, glad to see you This (lifting the child\\noff the bar) is my little one and pet, Chester. When I\\nfeel a bit sentimental and the racket here ain t too great,", "height": "4473", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "6 Jim Wardner.\\nI stand Chester up on the bar or table and he recites\\nmy favorite verses for me. He knows a lot from each\\nof our standard poets. 4 Now, pet/ said Mr. Allen\\nsoftly, lifting the boy upon the table, recite something\\nfor Mr. Wardner/\\nIs your name Jim asked Chester of me and\\nthen, quickly, I like you.\\nSomewhat self-reliant though I was, I could say noth-\\ning in reply. Then, with the noise and racket of com-\\nmingled music and shuffling feet, oaths and hideous\\nribaldry at the farther end of the room, that sweet,\\nfond child stood near the great Bible and repeated\\nPortia s address to Shylock.\\nThe quality of mercy is not strain d\\nwas burned into my very soul.\\nIt falleth like the gentle rain from heaven upon the just and the\\nunjust\\nwas thrust into my ear never to be forgotten; and I\\nlooked at the drunken, dancing sailors and the painted,\\npolluted women, and for the first time, possibly, in all\\nmy life came serious thoughts Who shall judge them\\nShall this child lead them\\nWith a light laugh and a curious smile of affection\\nlittle Chester hugged Allen as he lifted the boy from\\nthe table, and I hurried away on the plea of being com-\\npelled to do extra work at the store.\\nSoon after this episode the New York Sun wrote up\\nAllen as The Wickedest Man in New York. In-\\nstantly he was famous, and for some reason had come\\nto consider me as his closest friend. Some time pre-\\nvious to this the Young Men s Christian Association\\nhad been making persistent and successful efforts at\\nreclaiming the denizens of Water street. Much to my\\nastonishment I found that Allen had suddenly become\\na convert. Allen s Place was removed from over\\nthe entrance, and in its stead was a huge sign, Young\\nMen s Christian Association. Here, in place of drunk-\\nenness, robbery and the lowest vices, suddenly there\\nwere hymns, prayers and sermons. Nightly the place\\nwas thronged with the lowest types of the inhumanity\\nof the slums. John Allen became the most effective,\\nand, apparently, the most honest and earnest exhorter", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "My Earliest Speculations. 7\\namong those who addressed the crowds. He was a\\npowerful man and a powerful speaker. Shameless wom-\\nen cried at his words of warning and beseeching, and\\nhardened criminals became frequenters of the meetings\\nand professed reformation. Chester was a factor in all\\nthis, and Allen used the child s talents to advantage.\\nI saw the effect upon the general public of Allen and\\nChester, and one day I said to Allen\\nI will put my time against a little of your money,\\nMr. Allen, and will guarantee to make a thousand dol-\\nlars or two within a month.\\nHow\\nCome with me and see we must have Chester\\nwith us.\\nAll right, Jim it s a pleasant day and I don t mind\\na walk anyway.\\nWe went to a photographer s, and inside of half an\\nhour 1 had made arrangements to have a number of\\nthousands of photographs of Allen and Chester ready\\nfor delivery upon a stated date. One beautiful May\\nmorning the photographs of The Wickedest Man in\\nNew York and the child Chester were on sale all over\\nthe city. The result was that in a few days Allen and\\nI divided $1,500 in cash, over and above all expenses,\\nand I possessed the largest sum of money I had ever\\nowned up to that date.\\nAfter a little Allen tried to raise the rent of his place\\nto the Association, and its officers became suspicious\\nthat his alleged conversion was sham. But the Sun and\\nthe photographer had made him famous, and whenever\\nhe spoke people crowded to hear him. I noted all this,\\nand surprised Allen one day by saying\\nYou are an older man than I am, Mr. Allen, but I\\nhave got a plan that can be carried out, and one that\\nwill make us both rich. It will beat the photograph\\nracket all to pieces.\\nWhat is it, my boy\\nYou are now the best advertised man in the United\\nStates, I replied. I propose that you advance money\\nenough to pay preliminary expenses I will make all\\nthe arrangements for halls and advertising, and you,\\nwith Chester as a side attraction, will deliver ten lec-\\ntures in ten of the largest cities of the State. There", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "8 Jim Wardner.\\nwill be a lot of money in it, and we will divide up the\\nnet receipts.\\nAllen at once appreciated the situation, and we im-\\nmediately made a bargain. I quit the drug store, went\\nto Troy, engaged the opera house there, and billed the\\ntown for the first lecture of The Wickedest Man in\\nNew York. Now Allen s besetting sin was a love of\\nand capacity for whiskey. He and Chester came on to\\nTroy at the appointed time. The evening of the lec-\\nture arrived and with it a crowd that not only packed\\nthe opera house but filled the neighboring sidewalks.\\nA thousand dollars had been taken in at the box-office.\\nI waited impatiently for Allen. Hours passed, but he\\ndid not appear. Then I announced that the money\\nwould be refunded at the box-office, and the great\\ncrowd passed out. Allen, drunk, was found before\\nmorning. It was his last debauch. In three days he\\ndied. I took Chester back to New York, and he was\\ntaken in charge by the Young Men s Christian Associa-\\ntion. I have never heard of Chester from that day to\\nthis. If he is living, and this reminiscence comes to his\\neye, I would like much to hear from him.", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER II.\\nTHE ANTI-COW-KICKING MILKING STOOL.\\nUpon my return to New York I began at once hus-\\ntling for a situation, for the fiasco at Troy had compelled\\nme to part with most of the money I had made in the\\nphotograph deal. Within a few days I met an acquaint-\\nance who told me that a very eminent physician, a friend\\nof his, needed an assistant, and that he would be willing\\nto pay liberally for the services of a trustworthy young\\nman who had had experience as a druggist. My ac-\\nquaintance offered to give me a personal introduction\\nand said he would recommend me as discreet. We\\nsauntered up Broadway a few blocks and I was ushered\\ninto the office of Dr. A. M. K., Tapeworm Specialist.\\nIn the waiting room were three or four thin-faced, blue-\\nveined, wild-eyed women, and on our entrance there\\nhad rushed from an interior room a scared-looking lady,\\nwho seemed anxious to get home. I at once concluded\\nthat the doctor had lots of business, and that I would\\nprobably get a position. He was so busy, indeed, that\\nwe were compelled to await his pleasure for more than\\nan hour.\\nFinally, Dr. K. came out and greeted us, asked me a\\nfew questions, and upon learning that I was from the\\nWest, said he would try me for a week. I began my\\nwork as assistant to a tapeworm specialist the next\\nmorning. I was put in the laboratory and was given\\nseveral bottles and boxes, unlabeled, save that on each\\nwas marked a number of grains or proportions. I was\\ntold that my work would consist largely in mixing and\\npreparing prescriptions that would be given me, and\\nthat I was to put them up in accordance with weights\\nspecified upon the various boxes and bottles. I knew\\nenough not to ask any questions, and I also knew enough\\nto determine the character of some of the unnamed drugs.\\nThis knowledge gave me some clue to the modus operandi", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "io Jim War drier.\\nof the doctor, and though he seemed greatly disinclined\\nto give information, I finally by strategy won from him\\nhis secret. Just what this was I shall not state here.\\nSuffice it to say, that each day no less than ten patients\\nwere diagnosed as suffering from tapeworm, each was\\ntreated, and each paid according to the doctor s ability\\nto size her up from twenty-five to fifty dollars and\\nI believe that each patient left the office convinced that\\nshe had had a tapeworm removed.\\nOne morning the doctor told me that he could see\\nthat I had an eye to business, and that he knew a fellow\\nwho had perfected an invention, which, if the rights\\nfor any Western agricultural State could be purchased\\noutright, would bring the possessor a fortune. He said\\nthat if I had a few hundred dollars of ready money,\\nhe thought he could get me the right for the State of\\nWisconsin (he knew that I was from Milwaukee) at a\\nbedrock price. I told him I had about five hundred\\ndollars. Without delay the kind doctor introduced me\\nto the inventive genius, and I accompanied the latter\\nto a loft down-town. There I was shown a combina-\\ntion milk stool, with a sort of tripod attachment to\\nwhich was hung a big milk pail. The inventor said\\nOf course, you have lived in the country, and know\\nhow to milk cows\\nNo, I never milked a cow but I know how it is\\ndone.\\nWell, that s just as well, for you will comprehend\\nat once the great value of this anti-cow-kicking milking\\nmachine. You know, my boy, that more than eighty\\nper cent, of cows kick, and the milking of them is often\\nnot only a tiresome but a hazardous undertaking. With\\nthis machine it is impossible for a cow to kick over the\\nmilk pail. I have shipped within a month more than\\none thousand machines to South America. I have the\\nrights for only one State left, and that is so far away I\\nhardly think you will care to invest.\\nWhat State is it I asked.\\nWisconsin it s a great dairy State, but you know it s\\na long ways from New York.\\nWell, the upshot was that after a good deal of bar-\\ngaining, I actually turned over my five hundred dollars\\nof good and lawful money of the United States and took", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "The Anti-Cow-Kicking Milking Stool. n\\na complicated agreement, printed upon green paper,\\nwhich made me the sole proprietor of the right to manu-\\nfacture, use and sell the Anti-Cow-Kicking Milking\\nMachine in the entire State of my nativity. Now it\\nhappened that during my stay in New York I had been\\nin correspondence with a Milwaukee young lady, with\\nwhom I was very much in love and with whom in\\nthese many intervening years the sentiment has grown\\nas we shared our triumphs and troubles together and\\nI was anxious to return to my home. It also happened\\nthat my mother-in-law that was to be had but a little\\nwhile before been presented with a gentle Alderney cow\\nby Judge Daniels, of Lockport, N. Y., who had had the\\nanimal shipped from his farm out to Milwaukee. The\\ncow was as kind as a kitten. The great inventor of the\\nmachine which I believed was to make my fortune, had\\nkindly superintended the construction of a specially\\nwell-finished model for my use. It was painted red, was\\nnickel- plated in parts, and was as pretty as a new wagon.\\nThe very afternoon of my arrival I carried the machine\\nover to my prospective mother-in-law s house and, after\\nextolling the merits of my invention, I begged her to\\nhave it tested that evening on the Alderney. The serv-\\nant who did the milking was instructed to try the\\nnew combination, and started to do so but the moment\\nthe tripod was placed and the maid started to sit upon\\nthe stool, that gentlest of Alderneys shot out and back\\naright hind foot and we were so busy carrying the maid\\ninto the house that there was no time for me to even\\nexamine the fragments of my future fortune.\\nSoon afterward I was offered and accepted a position\\nas traveling salesman of druggists sundries for the firm\\nof Kelly Edmunds, of 176 Washington street, Boston.\\nI had made but one trip for the concern which was\\none of the largest and best houses in the East when\\nGeorge L. Kinsman, of Milwaukee, who had married\\na young lady with considerable money in her own right,\\noffered to make me a partner in a new pharmacy which\\nhe wanted to establish. I accepted the proposition at\\nonce. Kinsman and I then fitted up, at a cost of ten\\nthousand dollars, the Palace Drug Store, and we\\nstarted out with the best of prospects. I was now in\\nbusiness and concluded that I could afford to marry", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "12\\nJim Wardner.\\nthe best and most permanent conclusion I have ever\\ncarried out. Everything seemed particularly favorable\\nto success. But one day inexplicable Fate walked into\\nthe Palace Drug Store, and in a few minutes a prom-\\ninent citizen was poisoned and our business was ruined.\\nIt was in this way One of our clerks was Philo a\\ncareful, conscientious, and skillful druggist. He started\\nto wait upon the customer, who wanted a dose of vale-\\nrian. Upon the shelf was a bottle of Tilden s extract of\\nveratrum viride, the maximum dose of which is five\\ndrops. Beside that bottle was Tilden s fluid extract of\\nEnglish valerian, a harmless narcotic, of which a usual\\nprescription is two teaspoonfuls. Philo gave the dose\\nout of the wrong bottle, and the customer fell in spasms\\non the marble floor.\\nI quit the drug business that day.", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER III.\\nHOGS AND A TRIP TO ARIZONA.\\nThat was the turning point in my career. I con-\\ncluded to get as far away from the scene of that acci-\\ndent as the limits of the continent would permit, and I\\nstarted for California, resolved upon a new field, new\\nfriends and whatever opportunities might be presented.\\nI had an uncle, Mr. George O. Tiffany, living at Los\\nAngeles, and after visiting San Francisco I concluded I\\nwould make him a visit. That was in 1871, and the\\nCity of the Angels was a quaint old Spanish-Mexi-\\ncan town of few pretensions and less attractions. My\\nuncle, however, was a Los Angeles enthusiast, and he\\ntalked me into the belief that the place would soon\\nenjoy a boom. The result was that I bought six\\nacres of land near the town, for which I paid two\\nthousand dollars, and which, my uncle assured me,\\nwould raise five thousand dollars worth of oranges\\neach season, if properly irrigated and properly set out\\nwith orange trees. In those days in that locality the\\nonly means of obtaining water was by sinking artesian\\nwells. After acquiring title and concluding that my\\nreal mission in life was to enjoy the glorious climate\\nof California and become a fruit grower, I sank two\\nartesian wells and both proved to be fine flowers. I\\nwas overjoyed at my prospects but one morning I\\nfound that my wells ceased to flew, and investigation\\nproved that my neighbor, who had been sinking wells\\nalso, had tapped the water vein above and had ren-\\ndered my work useless. I at once offered my ranch for\\nsale and succeeded in getting the purchase price back.\\nThese same six acres afterward sold, in 1888, for one\\nhundred and sixty thousand dollars.\\nSoon after disposing of my land, and while I was try-\\ning to make up my mind whether it would be best to\\nreturn to the States, or take passage for Honolulu,", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "14 Jim Wardner.\\nwho should I meet in Los Angeles one day but my\\nold boy friend and rabbit buyer, Will He said\\nthat he had just come up from San Diego and that\\nhe had a scheme which would make more money than\\na mint.\\nAll I want is one thousand dollars, said Will, to\\nstart the most profitable business on the Pacific Coast.\\nWell, what s the plan I queried.\\nHogs.\\nHogs\\nYes, hogs say, Jim, I haven t any figures that will\\ndo this thing justice but listen A short distance from\\nSan Diego, say about twelve miles up in the San Julian\\nMountains, is a vast natural park timbered with oak\\ntrees that bear acorns, which are the best hog food in\\nthe world. The tract of land is unoccupied, and I want\\nto buy a thousand dollars worth of hogs, herd them up\\nthere, fatten them without cost, and realize at least five\\nhundred per cent, the first season. You were such a\\nsuccess in the rabbit business, Jim, that I know we can\\nsucceed in this enterprise. We can buy all the pigs we\\nwant at two dollars each, and in the fall, when fat, they\\nwill sell for ten dollars each.\\nIt certainly did look reasonable that if a man could\\nbuy five hundred pigs at two dollars each, drive them\\nup to the mountains, where they could get, without\\ncost, all the food they could eat, and then sell them in\\nthe fall at ten dollars each, that there was good safe\\nmoney in the scheme. So I gave Will one thousand\\ndollars, and he returned to San Diego. Soon afterward\\nI heard from him, and everything was lovely. He had\\nbought the pigs, succeeded in getting them into the\\nmountains, had built a shack to live in, and was happy.\\nAbout three months after I had received the letter I\\nwent down to San Diego and was soon on the trail lead-\\ning to our hog ranch. I found Will s shack all right,\\nand he was sitting in the doorway when I first sighted\\nhim, apparently asleep. Upon my near approach he\\nseemed to awaken suddenly, gave a spring to one side,\\ngrabbed a big stick, and stood prepared to strike at\\nsomething. Then he recognized me.\\nGood Lord Jim, is that you I thought it was a\\nhog, and was just going to smash him.", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Hogs and a Trip to Arizona. 15\\nWhy, Will, what s the matter Why do you want\\nto smash a hog Where are they, anyhow\\nThe fact is, Jim, our hog-raising is a failure. I\\nbrought in here five hundred of the neatest pigs you\\never saw, but I have found out that it takes at least a\\nquarter-section of oak-timbered land to feed one hog.\\nThe result is that our pigs are scattered all through the\\nSan Julian Mountains, and most of them are so wild\\nand starved that they are dangerous. I have had them\\nattack me, and that is why, when you awakened me\\nsuddenly, I thought one of the hogs had got after me\\nagain. Then he said Look there, look Sure\\nenough an old razorback, with elongated snout and\\nfrothy mouth, had emerged from the underbrush and\\nwas going for acorns faster than a chicken after grass-\\nhoppers. He closed the door of the shack, opened up\\na loop-hole, and not until this wild and starved scaven-\\nger had disappeared did I venture out.\\nI did not care to investigate the hog ranch any far-\\nther, so I returned to San Diego, and thence to Los\\nAngeles as quickly as possible, satisfied that Will had\\nat least got even with me for the numerous potato-\\nswelled mother rabbits I had sold him so long ago.\\nWhen I returned to Los Angeles, I found the people\\nof the town perfectly wild over reports that had come\\nin of rich mineral discoveries in Arizona. It was my\\nfirst experience of a mining stampede, and I caught the\\nfever at once in its strongest and most malignant type.\\nI may as well confess here that I have had it ever since,\\nand shall carry it with me to my grave, because it is not\\nan infatuation, it is a business, with many chances and\\nperils a speculative business, combined with fresh air,\\nozone galore, and the companionship of the best fellows\\non earth. No competition in this business, no jealous-\\nies, plenty of room, and always hope.\\nThe new camp was called Ivanpah, and it was about\\ntwo hundred and sixty miles from Los Angeles. The\\nroute then lay across the Mojave Desert, and the trail\\nwas reported to be about the straightest known pathway\\nto certain death. Among the prospectors who had re-\\nturned from Ivanpah for supplies and who had rich ore\\nsamples to exhibit was John D. Reed, a San Bernardino\\nyoung fellow, who was known to my uncle, and who", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "1 6 Jim Wardner.\\nwas said by him to be square. Reed said that if I\\nwanted to outfit with him, he was agreeable, and so we\\nbecame pardners. We bought four pack animals and\\ntwo saddle broncos, the usual kit of miners tools,\\nblankets, guns, ammunition, food supplies, etc., and\\nstarted for Ivanpah one August morning in 187 1. We\\nfell in with a lot of fellows bound on the stampede, and\\nthings went along pretty well until just before we\\nreached the Mojave Desert.\\nMy bronco h^d got mixed up in his riata and had\\nburned his fetlock joint, so that by the time we had got\\nfairly in the desert the sand and heat together made\\nhim so lame that I was obliged to get off and walk. I\\ngradually fell behind the others, but the trail was plain\\nand I did not dream of any danger. Suddenly there\\ncame up one of those sand-storms for which that sec-\\ntion of the country is famous. In a few minutes every\\nsign of the trail was obliterated, and my eyes, ears and\\nthroat were filled with the burning alkali dust that\\nseemed to move along like a solid wall. I was very\\nmuch frightened, for I knew to be lost on that trail\\nwithout water meant death. Then it occurred to me\\nthat I had heard of persons getting lost in blizzards and\\nthat invariably they walked in circles. I determined\\nthat my safety depended largely upon my ability to\\nkeep going straight ahead. The storm had lessened\\nsomewhat in force, and while I could see no trace of a\\ntrail I could see objects like stones or boulders a few\\nfeet away. I then adopted the plan of standing still\\na moment, fixing my eye on an object which seemed to\\nbe straight in front of me and then walking directly to\\nit. Then selecting another object I repeated the opera-\\ntion. I followed up that procedure for more than three\\nhours and never looked behind me once. By that time\\nthe storm was over, and, unexpectedly and joyfully, I\\nstruck the trail again. I was so overcome with exhaus-\\ntion and burning thirst that I feared I would lose my\\nmind, but I fairly pulled my limping bronco along the\\ntrail. Just as it was getting dusk the bronco began to\\nsniff the air and to hurry along as fast as it was possi-\\nble for him to hobble. I knew then that we must be\\nnear the Cady oasis and spring, upon which Reed told\\nme we were to camp that night. I toiled up over a", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Hogs and a Trip to Arizona. 17\\nsand-hill and in the dim light before me I could see, be-\\nlow, the camp. I left the bronco to follow, ran down\\nthe incline to the beautiful spring, which made Camp\\nCady famous, and without speaking to any one and with-\\nout removing my clothes, I dived headlong into the cold\\nwater. The boys concluded that I had gone insane and\\nquickly grabbed hold of me and pulled me out. The\\nplunge bath revived me, and I was soon able to do jus-\\ntice to the supper that Reed cooked and to rather enjoy\\nthe compliments that were paid to the tenderfoot\\nwho had been able to take care of himself in a genuine\\nand furious sand-storm on the Mojave Desert.", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IV.\\nMR. SNOWBALL THE BELCHER AND LIZZIE BULLOCK\\nMINES.\\nWe arrived at Ivanpah without further mishap, and\\nthen began my career as a miner a career which for\\ndiversity of experience and wide range of country ex-\\nplored, exploited and operated in, has never been\\nequaled by another individual.\\nMy partner, Reed, I quickly discovered, was a straight-\\nforward, practical fellow, and although only twenty-one\\nyears old, was well up in the art of prospecting and\\nknew as much about mines and mining as any one in\\nthe camp. Soon after reaching Ivanpah we purchased\\nthe Lizzie Bullock mine a single location upon which\\nno work had been done but which showed surface indi-\\ncations in the way of little knife-like seams of sulphu-\\nrets of silver running through the limestone formation.\\nMuch to my surprise Reed knew how to assay and had\\nwith him an outfit for simple tests. He found that the\\nsulphurets carried about six hundred ounces of silver\\nto the ton, and, although there were nothing but knife-\\nstreaks in sight, he advised buying the claim at Clark s\\nprice, which was five hundred dollars. Reed had no\\nmoney, but sewed up in my clothes were enough green-\\nbacks to buy the Lizzie Bullock. We bought the prop-\\nerty and began work. It did not take me long to find\\nout that by following up the little seams we would come\\nto places where the seam widened and into little chim-\\nneys of ore, which would be from six to twelve inches in\\nwidth, with a pay chute eight to ten feet long. These\\nwere our bonanzas, and from them we took our ore sup-\\nply by means of a tunnel only. As soon as we had out\\ntwo or more tons we packed it on mules and would start\\non the two hundred and sixty mile journey to Los An-\\ngeles. As there were sixty miles of desert to cross we", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Mr. Snowball; the Belcher and Lizzie Bullock Mines. 19\\nalso packed water and food, and the trip was always a\\nhard one.\\nOn one of our trips across the Mojave Desert, in Au-\\ngust, 1872, the weather was very hot and dry and the\\nsand and alkali were fearful. To add to our troubles\\nour cook went crazy. He was a white-haired man, with\\nthose peculiar gray eyes so hard to explain but belong-\\ning always to occultists, men of limited education and\\nnew ideas. After braining his faithful dog with an axe,\\nhe was secured and firmly bound with ropes to a wagon\\nwheel. I, also burning with a fever, lay near him. Be-\\ning the youngest of the party he addressed me, when\\nalone, as follows\\nI am going to die. I have been a success, yet not a\\nsuccess. Hear the history of my life listen, learn and\\nprofit by it. Then he said, very slowly I first went\\nto raising mice. I was a success. I raised a world of\\nmice, but I said, Oh, the end does not justify the means.\\nI resolved to raise elephants. Here again was I a suc-\\ncess. Hundreds and thousands of elephants did I raise\\nelephants white and blue. But, the result! The\\nmarkets of the world were soon supplied, and with ele-\\nphants to sell/ I was poor indeed. My son, would you\\nsucceed, raise neither mice nor elephants. Size your-\\nself up. He died, but I never forgot the lesson.\\nArriving at Los Angeles our product was taken by\\nLazard Frferes, who paid us a uniform price of seven\\nhundred dollars a ton (silver was then worth $1.29 an\\nounce), giving us whatever merchandise we thought\\nbest to pack back and crediting us with any balance\\nthat might be due the result was that our capital at\\nThe Freres increased steadily. Reed and myself be-\\ngan to be recognized as successful miners, and we were\\nboth happy and contented.\\nIt will be of interest to miners to know that the ore\\nin our chimneys changed from black sulphurets at the\\nsurface to rich yellow chloride of silver at a little depth,\\nthen to antimonial silver, and sometimes sand carbo-\\nnates came in but the silver values always remained\\nabout the same.\\nI was now on the high road to fortune. But, of\\ncourse, something had to happen. It came unexpect-\\nedly, and disastrously. We started a pack train of", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "20 Jim Wardner.\\ntwenty animals and five men one morning 1 and all that\\nwe ever recovered therefrom were the dead and muti-\\nlated bodies of our packers. The Apaches had been\\ntroublesome farther east, but we had no fear that they\\nwould come in west of the San Francisco Mountains.\\nBut they did, and our train was the first to suffer. It\\nwas so evident to both Reed and myself that trouble\\nhad only just begun that we offered the Lizzie Bullock\\nfor sale, and the McFarlands, who owned the adjoining\\nproperty, quickly paid us our price, five thousand dol-\\nlars. We had five thousand dollars on deposit with\\nLazard Freres, so that I quit Ivanpah about five thou-\\nsand dollars ahead of my first experience in mining and\\nwithin less than a year s time.\\nThe McFarlands are now rich men. And what of\\nthe Lizzie Bullock For more than twenty-five years\\nit has yielded up its treasures of silver, and in the year\\n1899 the Lizzie Bullock is a bonanza, even at the low\\nprice of silver.\\nUpon arriving at Los Angeles, having five thousand\\ndollars burning in my pocket, and with the conceit that\\nI was a practical miner, I was ready and eager to try\\nconclusions with any. proposition that required nerve\\nand judgment the nerve being an actuality and the\\njudgment being my own conception of Jim Wardner s\\nability. I at once learned that San Francisco was in the\\nthroes of the greatest speculative investment in mining\\nstocks that the world had ever known, and I decided to\\nreach the Golden Gate as quickly as possible. Reaching\\nSan Francisco, I put up at the Occidental Hotel, at that\\ntime the principal hostelry upon the Pacific Coast.\\nMackay, Flood and O Brien, merchants, doctors, lawyers,\\npriests, rich men, poor men, yes, even beggarmen and\\nthieves everybody bought and sold the stocks of the\\nNevada bonanzas. Well, those of us who were there\\nsaw some pretty lively times and had some sudden ex-\\nperiences. I at once began to play the limit with my\\ncash resources, and in a very few days I was more than\\nfifty thousand dollars ahead of the game.\\nHow easy it was.\\nI began to seriously blame myself for having wasted\\nso much time in the Lizzie Bullock and the tiresome\\njourneys across the Mojave Desert. I lived like a prince", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Mr. Snowball; the Belcher and Lizzie Bullock Mines. 21\\nat the Occidental, and between champagne and success\\nmy head was abnormally swollen.\\nIt s different now.\\nIt gradually became known that Jim Wardner, the\\nsuccessful stock manipulator, was also a practical miner,\\nand one day a man came to me and said\\nMy name is Snowball and I am a stock broker. I\\nhave heard the reports of your activity in the market,\\nand have also learned that you are a practical miner. I\\nhave use for a genuine miner who knows enough to\\nkeep his mouth shut. There is a chance to make a\\nmillion.\\nWhen Mr. Snowball told me his peculiar name I\\nalmost laughed in his face, for I thought it must be an\\nassumed one and that he was working me/ A wicked\\nthought came into my head I ll roll you, Mr. Snow-\\nball and I said\\nI will call at your office, Mr. Snowball, and there\\ntalk over your plans. I am, as you have learned, not\\nonly a practical, but a successful miner. I was a half\\nowner in the Lizzie Bullock.\\nI visited Mr. Snowball s office that day, found that he\\nwas a genuine broker with lots of business, and that he\\nwas one of the few dealers who believed in having some\\ntangible fact upon which to base calculations. The\\nresult of it was that Mr. Snowball and I started that\\nnight for Virginia City, Nevada, which was the fount-\\nain source of all the excitement and fortune- making of\\nthe day. Upon arrival at the wonderful mining town\\nwe were met by a Mr. Daly, who was the superintend-\\nent, or manager, of the Segregated Belcher, one of the\\nboom mines. Examination of the Segregated Belcher\\nconvinced me, inexperienced as I was, that the property\\nwas absolutely valueless, and was dependent for its\\nreputation solely upon its proximity to the genuine\\nBelcher and the Crown Point. Returning to San Fran-\\ncisco as quickly as possible, I went directly to Webster,\\nSoule Co., and ordered them to sell Segregated Belcher\\nfor me and to sell it quick. In a very short time Mr.\\nWebster came to me and said that affairs were in such\\nshape at Virginia City that he would be compelled to\\nask for large margins upon my sale of Segregated\\nBelcher. He wanted forty-eight thousand dollars, and", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "2 2 Jim Wardner.\\nI o-ave it to him and thought to myself how little these\\nfellows knew of the real situation then I sauntered\\nback to the Occidental, gave a champagne supper to\\nfour of my acquaintances and retired with supreme con-\\nfidence that I would soon be recognized as the smartest\\nman in Frisco. I got up pretty late the next morning,\\nand after getting out on the street I noticed a good deal\\nof hurry and excitement all about me. I wondered if\\nthe market had gone all to pieces as I, too, rushed\\ntoward the Stock Exchange. It was before the open-\\ning hour of the Exchange, but as I approached it I saw\\na great crowd of excited men about the curb. In a\\nminute more I was near enough to see that one of J. R.\\nKeene s representatives was standing on an orange\\nwagon and shouting I bid seven hundred. Know-\\ning that no stock had approached any such figure the\\nday before, I asked the man at my elbow\\nWhat stock is he bidding for?\\nYellow Jacket.\\nWhy, that closed last night at two hundred and\\nYes; but the news came early this morning that a\\nbig bonanza had been struck in the lower levels of the\\nGould and Currie and that the whole bottom of the\\nComstock is undoubtedly a bed of solid silver. Where\\nunder the heavens have you come from that you haven t\\nheard the news\\nFrom my bed, I replied vaguely then I braced\\nmyself for the question u Any bids for Segregated\\nBelcher\\nJust a few minutes ago they were offering five hun-\\ndred dollars for it.\\nFor the first time in my life\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and I may truthtully\\nsay the last time also\u00e2\u0080\u0094 my nerve forsook me. We were\\nstanding at the corner of California and Montgomery\\nstreets, and I was obliged to put my hand on the cor-\\nner-stone of a building to prevent my falling to the\\npavement. Then I rallied sufficiently to get back to\\nthe hotel, to reach my room and get into bed. There I\\nremained ten days, hardly conscious of my surround-\\nings That was my first and last attack of nervous\\nprostration. When I recovered sufficiently to get out\\nagain I learned that Webster, Soule Co. had failed", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Mr. Snowball; the Belcher and Lizzie Bullock Mines. 23\\nthat every dollar of my money and $162,500 in addition\\nhad been lost upon my single sale of Segregated\\nBelcher. I noticed, however, that the few acquaint-\\nances I met greeted me cordially, made no reference to\\nmy loss, and then I discovered that, owing to the tre-\\nmendous excitement of the days I had been in bed, no\\none seemed to be aware that I was a pauper. In fact, a\\nfriend took me aside and told me that he had a sure\\nthing on Huhn and Hunt, of Pioche, Nev., and advised\\nme to buy at once. He had already left me when Mr.\\nSnowball happened along. To my surprise Mr. Snow-\\nball shook hands with me and greeted me with\\nHello, Jim where have you been the last two\\nweeks\\nTo the Springs, I replied, bracing up and smiling\\n(I meant close proximity to an Occidental Hotel spring\\nmattress).\\nLucky as ever Say, but that was a narrow escape\\nwe had. Now, Jim, why is it you do not give me your\\nbusiness lean handle it as well as any one.\\nIt s like this, Snowball when I deal at all I like to\\ndo something worth while, and so it is necessary for me\\nto tie up to a concern that is strong enough to carry me\\ntemporarily in case I get in close quarters.\\nMy dear fellow, haven t I made barrels of money\\nlately I can take care of all that as well as any concern\\non the Exchange. Give me an order and see.\\nI have got a pretty sure thing on Huhn and Hunt,\\nand if you want to buy me ten thousand shares go ahead,\\nbut be quick about it.\\nMr. Snowball rushed away, and in a few minutes I\\nreceived notice that he had secured a portion of the\\nshares at $3.50, but that so large an order had forced\\nthe stock up to $4.50, and that my average was an even\\n$4, and the order was completely filled. Almost in-\\nstantly Huhn and Hunt commenced to advance. I gave\\nthe order to sell when $6 was reached. Snowball un-\\nloaded a little at that price then the market turned, and\\nI told Snowball to close my deal. He managed to do so,\\nand the next day paid me $3,750. I was again confident\\nof success. Snowball became a close companion.\\n11 You are the luckiest man living, he would say, and\\nI would reply", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "24 Jitn Wardner.\\nNerve and judgment are all a man needs in this mar-\\nket, Snowball.\\nThen we began making deals together. One day the\\nbottom fell out of the market, and Snowball and I were\\nboth broke. Soon after this as I walked along Califor-\\nnia street one day, I put my hand in my pocket and\\npulled out two quarters all the money I owned. I\\nstopped upon the grating in the sidewalk in front of a\\nsaloon and wondered whether I had better spend one of\\nmy quarters f or a bracer. The coin slipped from my\\nfingers and fell through the grating. Then I said to\\nmyself I have dropped a coin through that grating\\nothers must have done the same thing there is prob-\\nably a miniature mint down there. I went into the\\nsaloon, ordered a drink, paid for it with my last quar-\\nter, and then said to the bartender\\nI dropped a quarter through the grating just now\\ninto the areaway, and I want to go in there and pick it\\nup.\\nCertainly go right down those stairs and through\\nthe door into the area\\nI followed directions, found my quarter, and also\\nseveral other coins. Then I began to paw over the dirt\\nand refuse and bits of paper, and in less than half an\\nhour I had found $9.60. The bartender had been busy\\nand, of course, thought no more of the customer who\\nwanted to go into the areaway. I ordered another drink\\nand remarked that it had taken me some time to find\\nmy quarter. I went out of that saloon as happy as a\\nlark. I had nothing to do, so I strolled up to a place on\\nMontgomery street, where a Milwaukee acquaintance\\nnamed Burr had established a small factory for making\\nfine shirts. Burr greeted me enthusiastically, and at\\nonce wanted me to buy a dozen of his best shirts at\\n$36, remarking casually\\nOf course you don t need any credit, but it will help\\nme to have your name on my order book for thirty\\ndays.\\nII All right, Burr, wrap them up and I will take them\\nwith me.\\nI also had another friend in the shirtmaking business,\\nBen Wilkins, of Market street. I took the package\\nunder my arm, went to Wilkins* place and asked him", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Mr. Snowball; the Belcher and Lizzie Bullock Mines. 25\\nwhat he would give for a dozen of Burr s best make,\\nthat they did not suit me and I disliked to offend Burr\\nby taking them back. Wilkins said he would give me\\n$24, which I accepted. Then, with $33.60 in my pocket\\nI concluded that I would get as far from San Francisco\\nas that sum would carry me. I must mention here that\\nBurr eventually got full pay for his shirts.\\nAt that time there was a good deal of talk about\\nnew mines in the vicinity of Salt Lake City, Utah. I\\nfound that I just had money enough to take me to that\\nplace, so I quietly got out of San Francisco without bid-\\nding any of my friends good-bye.", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER V.\\nSNOW-SLIDES.\\nI reached Salt Lake City with just one good silver\\ndollar in my pocket. I found that there was a pros-\\nperous camp at Alta City, nineteen miles distant from\\nSalt Lake, and well up in the Wasatch Mountains. I\\nstarted forthwith for Alta City, and reached there that\\nnight to find that the thousand or more inhabitants of\\nthe town men, women and children were living com-\\nfortably and happily forty feet beneath the hard crust\\nof snow which formed the surface of the canon, and\\nthrough which innumerable stovepipes were sticking\\nlike a lot of black posts. Here, indeed, was a novelty.\\nI literally went down town in this my first visit to\\nAlta City, for to get there I had to descend forty feet\\nby means of snow steps cut in corkscrew fashion down a\\nforty-foot shaft. Here were streets, cabins, stores, sa-\\nloons and all the characteristics of a prosperous mining\\ncamp. The streets were tunnels, and the means of\\negress from the town, by way of the many shafts, gave\\nplenty of air circulation. It was a warm, cozy place,\\nand its inhabitants did not seem to think that there was\\nanything particularly unique in the situation. I went\\nto a boarding house, and the next morning Lem Col-\\nbath, manager of the Flagstaff mine, gave me a job at\\nsnow shoveling, the object being to get at a lumber pile\\nthe top of which was some twenty feet beneath the sur-\\nface. In the meantime I discovered that I was in a\\nhighly prosperous camp. The Little Emma mine joined\\nthe Flagstaff, and was becoming a great producer. Gen.\\nRobert Schenck, who taught our English cousins the\\nfascinations of draw poker, had promoted the Little\\nEmma to an English syndicate to the tune of five mill-\\nion dollars. The mines were quite a distance up the\\nmountains from Alta City, and the crust upon the snow\\nin the canon was so thick and strong that horses could\\nsafely haul the ore from the dumps in rawhides right\\non the surface. The Little Emma shipped its product\\ndirect to Swansea, Wales, where it was worth one hun-\\ndred dollars per ton net.", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Snow-Slides, 27\\nWith other men I was put at work to dig out the\\nlumber pile, and we had nearly completed our second\\nday s labor when suddenly some one in the crew\\nshouted, She s coming Every man started for a\\nshaft to reach the town, I following without knowing\\njust what was the matter but realizing that some sort of\\ndanger was imminent. And we were none too quick,\\nfor in less time than it takes me to write it a vast ava-\\nlanche had come down the mountain, piling thirty feet\\nmore of snow on Alta City, making a total of about\\nseventy feet in the lowest portions of the town. I began\\nto think that I was in more of a hole than I had been in\\nSan Francisco. The people of Alta, however, did not\\nseem to worry any over the situation, and the men\\nat once began the work of raising up through the new\\nsnow from the various air-shafts. Before the next\\nmorning there was communication again between Alta\\nCity and the unburied world. A similar slide on the\\nopposite side of the canon destroyed Eldorado and\\ntwenty men, women and children, and caught a mule\\ntrain and killed ten drivers and forty mules. The killed\\npeople were nearly all Mormons.\\nA curious thing in connection with the calamity was\\nthe fact that the body of the boss of the mule train,\\nFrank Hart wig, was not recovered until the following\\nJuly. In the meantime his widow had married Bill\\nBorum, and when Hartwig s body was found it was\\ngiven proper burial, his former wife and new husband\\nbeing chief mourners.\\nI applied to Colbath for my two days pay, received\\nsix dollars, and started for Salt Lake City. Arriving\\nthere, I went directly to the Townsend House, then the\\nbest hotel in town, had a good sleep that night and got\\nup in the morning determined to do business. I noticed\\na prosperous looking gentleman about the hotel office\\nand soon made his casual acquaintance. His name was\\nGoss and he was from New York. He was looking for\\na mine a cheap one. It did not take me long to find\\nprospectors who had claims to sell. One bright young\\nfellow had a location which he had named the Miner s\\nPride. He wanted some money. I took a bond, or option\\non it, went to the hotel, and sold Mr. Goss the Miner s\\nPride at a profit of two thousand dollars on my bond.", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "28 Jim Wardner.\\nI was ready to fly high again.\\nThen I sent to Milwaukee for my young wife and baby\\nboy to come to Salt Lake City. They came in the course\\nof a few days, and upon their arrival I felt the courage\\nof a new determination to succeed. I took some pains\\nto become acquainted with leading Mormons, and I was\\nsoon quite chummy with Col. Little, the commander of\\nthe Nauvoo Legion, an organization perfected for the\\nexpress purpose of fighting United States troops if ne-\\ncessity and policy so dictated. Col. Little gave me a\\nletter of introduction to all good Mormons, and I had\\nno difficulty in making many friends among them and in\\nlearning much about their habits, traits of character, etc.\\nAfter a brief stay at the Townsend House, my wife,\\nboy and self secured board at Bishop Spencer s resi-\\ndence. Spencer was about sixty years old, and among\\nhis many wives were two very young persons, one not\\nmore than seventeen years old. These girls Spencer\\nused to lock up in their rooms every night. There were\\nquite a number of boarders in the Bishop s big house,\\nand as several of them were young fellows of lively dis-\\nposition I came to the conclusion that the Bishop s pre-\\ncautions were well taken. It was said that Spencer had\\nseventy children.\\nI became acquainted after awhile with Mr. J. C.\\nHollingwood, of Big Cottonwood, about twenty miles\\nfrom Salt Lake City, and I bought in the Dolly Varden\\nmine with him. In a short time we had an opportu-\\nnity to sell the property to Eastern parties. When the\\nsale was consummated I had a little more than four\\nthousand dollars, and concluded that I would return to\\nMilwaukee, settle down to some quiet business, and\\nnever again be tempted into the vortex of speculation.\\nBut it happened about the time we reached our old\\nhome the townspeople were in the throes of one of those\\nwheat deals which William Young and Peter McGeach\\nknew so well how to handle. The whole town was buy-\\ning wheat. It was California and Montgomery street\\nover again on a small scale.\\nMy four thousand dollars lasted less than ten days.\\nI knew then that I might possibly be considered a\\nminer but certainly could not be classed as an agricul-\\nturist.", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VI.\\nTHE NATIONAL CANDY BANK.\\nBroken again, and somewhat moody, I stuck pretty\\nclose to the house for several days, and as I was carry-\\ning many sheets of paper with all sorts of apparently\\nunintelligible figures and calculations my wife became\\nalarmed under the impression that I might possibly be\\na little off. As she would ask me questions in a\\nround-about manner to see if I knew what I was doing,\\nI, not comprehending what she was driving at, would\\nof course answer in ways that seemed strange, and she\\nbecame sure that I was loco. She had consulted our\\nmothers, of course, as to what had best be done no one\\nhad seen me remain in the house before for three con-\\nsecutive days when I surprised her by saying that I\\nwas going to St. Louis and might possibly open a na-\\ntional bank there.\\nThat settled it.\\nBefore a physician could be summoned, however, I\\nhad given my wife a hint that led her to believe that I\\nwas not quite insane after all. I had finished my calcu-\\nlations, and went downtown, called upon Mr. B. B. Hop-\\nkins and asked him to loan me three hundred dollars,\\nwhich he did. Then I told my brother Edward and a\\nbright young fellow named George Washington Burr that\\nif they would go to St. Louis with me on a business trip\\nI would give them twenty-five dollars per week and pay\\nall expenses. Without asking any questions they ac-\\ncepted the offer. I purchased three tickets to St. Louis\\nand we were soon on the way. Arriving at St. Louis in\\nthe morning, we went to Laclede Hotel, corner of Locust\\nand Sixth streets; and after breakfast I started out to\\nfind a suitable location for the business I intended to\\nconduct. I did not have to leave the front of the hotel\\nfor that, because I saw that there was a vacant store in\\nthe hotel building and that it was just what I wanted. I", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "3 d Jim Wardner,\\nreturned to the hotel office, found the proprietor, asked\\nhim what rent he would ask for the room on a seven-\\nday lease. He said ten dollars per day. I took out my\\nborrowed money, paid him seventy dollars, and felt that\\nI had made a good beginning, even if my money was\\ngoing pretty fast. Then I gave the boys their instruc-\\ntions for the day, each to do certain things. All three\\nof us put in as lively a forenoon s work as was ever seen\\nin conservative old St. Louis, and with this result\\nBy three o clock that afternoon I was seated upon the\\nhigh front seat of the best band-wagon in the town,\\nwith the driver in uniform at my side handling the\\nreins over four coal-black horses. Each animal was\\ngayly caparisoned and was decked out with white sheet\\nblankets trimmed with blue, and upon each sheet was\\npainted in big red letters\\nTHE NATIONAL CANDY BANK.\\nA band of fifteen pieces occupied seats in the wagon\\nand played lively airs as we paraded the streets of the\\ncity, while Ed and George were busy distributing hand-\\nbills to the crowds that were attracted by the music.\\nThese handbills read\\nMONEY FOR ALL\\nCome to The National Candy Bank this\\nEvening in the Laclede Hotel.\\n5,000 lbs. Granulated Sugar to be sold at\\n5 cents per pound.\\n(Granulated sugar at that time was wholesaling at\\nten cents per pound.)\\nOccasionally I could hear some fellow in the crowd\\nsay, What in h is the National Candy Bank The\\nhandbills explained nothing, and I felt that the curios-\\nity aroused by them, together with the signs upon the\\nhorses, would bring out a lot of people.\\nIn the meantime, work that I had ordered done was\\nprogressing at our place of business. The whole front\\nof the room (which was 40x120 feet) was of glass, and\\nupon each of the two windows was painted, u National\\nCandy Bank/ Hastily constructed counters started\\nfrom each side of the large double doorway and ran", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "The National Candy Bank, 31\\nback to a cross counter, behind which was to be the\\ncashier s position, I, of course, being the cashier. Upon\\nthe left wall was a big banner\\nNational Candy Bank.\\nour manner of doing business.\\nWishing to introduce our famous National Candy-\\nBank candy to the good people of St. Louis, we offer\\nyou the following privileges\\nWe will sell you one stick of candy for 5 cents -6\\nsticks of candy for 25 cents 13 sticks of candy for 50\\ncents. Each stick of candy is wrapped in paper, within\\nwhich will be found a beautiful and poetic motto also\\na guaranteed privilege entitling the purchaser to buy\\nfrom one to fifty pounds of granulated sugar at 5 cents\\nper pound,\\nOR\\nA Package of Envelopes at 5 Cents per Bunch\\n11 No Blanks.\\nBack of the counter on the left side of the room was\\na sign\\nI Sell Granulated Sugar at 5 Cents per Pound.\\nThe sign back of the counter on the right side of the\\nroom read\\nI Pay 10 Cents per Pound for Granulated Sugar.\\nI had put up a card in one of the windows, which\\nread Talker wanted. Apply within at 5 o clock\\np. m. At that hour there were several applicants for\\nthe position, and among them was a queer-looking speci-\\nmen of the long, lank Missourian, who had one glass\\neye, carried a big hickory cane, said that he was a re-\\nformed Methodist preacher, and that he could see by\\nour fixin s just what our scheme was, and that he\\ncould surely do it justice. I engaged him to come\\nat six forty-five sharp, although Ed and George both\\ndeclared that the employment of a one-eyed man meant\\nbad luck.\\nThe particular candy I intended to use was what was\\nknown as pipe-stem, and it was manufactured in\\nCincinnati. It was very cheap per pound, and there", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "32 Jim Wardner.\\nwere a good many sticks to the pound. As soon as I\\nhad formulated my plan during the time my wife\\nthought I was crazy and even before I had borrowed\\nthe three hundred dollars from Mr. Hopkins, I had sent\\nan order for one hundred pounds of pipe-stem,\\ntogether with printed mottoes, to be sent by express\\nC. O. D., to St. Louis. The privileges I printed to the\\nnumber of many thousands. I hired a number of girls\\nto wrap up the sticks of candy, mottoes and privileges\\nin tissue paper cut to the proper size, and enough for\\nthe first performance were quickly prepared.\\nAt seven o clock that evening the crowd began to\\ngather, and by seven-thirty the room was filled with\\nmen and women, who walked around and around like a\\nlot of sheep milling, looked at the signs and banners,\\npeered into the big box of candy by which I sat, and\\nmade all sorts of remarks; but not a nickel s worth of\\nthe National Candy Bank s candy did they buy. Then\\nI signed to my reformed preacher, and he stepped upon\\nthe cashier s counter and began his harangue. I have\\nheard many men of world-wide reputation address\\naudiences, have listened to the best side-show fakirs,\\nand have been inveigled by mere words to part with a\\nwhole lot of money, but I never listened to so effective\\na sermon as my talker delivered in about ten min-\\nutes time. When he had finished, every man and woman\\nwas a convert to the theory that the National Candy\\nBank was the most philanthropic institution ever estab-\\nlished. Then a woman bought five cents worth of\\ncandy, and, of course, I judiciously selected the stick\\nfor her. It called for the privilege to buy five pounds\\nof sugar for twenty-five cents. She hurried to the sell-\\ning counter, paid her money, received a neatly done up\\npackage of five pounds of sugar stepped across to the\\nopposite counter and received fifty cents. Everybody\\nwas watching her. Then the crowd began to surge\\ntoward the counter, and in less than ten minutes from\\nthe time of the first sale I had to get the assistance of\\nmy talker to count and hand out the sticks of candy,\\nwhile I took in the money and made change. This\\ncontinued until ten o clock. My talker then an-\\nnounced that the National Candy Bank would close for\\nthe evening, but that it would open at two-thirty p. m.", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "The National Candy Bank. 33\\nthe next day, in order to give the ladies and the dear\\nlittle children an opportunity to listen to delicious music\\n(I had concluded to hire a band for the matinee per-\\nformance), get pure, wholesome National Candy Bank\\ncandy, and make a few dimes or quarters on the side.\\nIt took me until midnight to get things straightened\\nout, count the cash, and prepare for the next day s mati-\\nnee. I found that my gross sales that night were over\\nseven hundred dollars.\\nBefore relating more of the curious history of the Na-\\ntional Candy Bank I will explain the somewhat peculiar\\nmerits of my system. The candy cost about one-tenth\\nof a cent per stick the motto, privilege, and wrapping\\nbrought the total up to one-fifth of a cent. I made,\\ntherefore, on the sales of single sticks four and four-\\nfifth cents, and on the general average about four cents\\nper stick of candy sold. Only one barrel of sugar was\\nnecessary, because the packages were simply shifted\\nfrom the selling counter to the purchasing counter and\\nback again. A very large percentage of the privileges\\nwere to buy a package of envelopes at five cents. The\\nenvelopes I purchased at 25 cents per hundred pack-\\nages. Again, the person who obtained the privilege of\\npurchasing the sugar at five cents a pound must have\\npaid at least four cents for the privilege, and as he\\nmust also pay five cents for the sugar he was paying a\\ntotal of nine cents per pound. It is true that he re-\\nceived ten cents back but for every sale by which we\\nlost on the sugar, we made more than ten sales which\\nnetted at least nine cents profit each.\\nThe next evening the crowd was so large that we had\\ndifficulty in handling them. A great many were col-\\nored people, and they were really the best buyers.\\nAbout an hour before the sale began, as I was seated\\nupon a lemon box in the cashier s place, a large, fine-\\nlooking young man sauntered in, came up to me and\\nsaid\\nWhat are you running a lottery for Don t you\\nknow that you can t run a place like this in St. Louis\\nII Who are you I asked.\\nII I am an officer, and he showed me a badge.\\nI have a commercial license and think I have aright\\nto use it and continue my selling of sugar.", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "34 Jim Wardner.\\nI guess not, young fellow just close up this she-\\nbang and come with me.\\nI knew the man was an officer and disposed to make\\nme trouble, but I intuitively felt that I was being held\\nup in some way, so I said\\nNow see here, last night s business convinces me\\nthat I have got a good thing here, and if I am let alone\\nfor awhile I can make some money and afford to spend\\nsome of it in St. Louis but if I am forced to close right\\nnow, then it will break me. Can t I at least go on with\\nthe sale to-night\\nWell, go ahead then, but to-morrow morning you\\nput in an appearance at the Five Courts, so I won t\\nhave to come after you. Hear\\nAll right I will do as you say.\\nThe officer now a very prominent man left, and I\\nwas feeling pretty blue, but in a few minutes an active\\nlittle chap came in and said\\nWas Officer in here a few minutes ago\\nYes.\\nYou want to run this joint, of course. You do as I\\ntell you. My place is right across the way. After you\\nclose to-night you come over there, and go up to a sit-\\nting-room. There you will find two women sitting at a\\ntable. You greet them as though you were an old\\nacquaintance, and order a quart bottle of champagne.\\nThat will pay me for my trouble in coming over here,\\nand they will do the right thing for you.\\nWe had a more successful night even than the open-\\ning, and I had to fairly drive the crowd out when\\nclosing time came.\\nAt the afternoon sale a very sweet-faced, but rathfer\\npoorly clad little girl came in, walked as quickly as she\\ncould to where the candy and privileges were sold\\nand handed me five cents. I selected one of the sure\\nsugar sticks of candy and gave it to her. She was\\ngreatly delighted and excited upon examining her priv-\\nilege, for it gave her the right to buy fifty pounds of\\nsugar. She almost ran out of the place two dollars\\nahead, and I had noticed at the time that she had\\ncrossed the street and went into a saloon the very\\nplace I was to go to as soon as I had closed. I went as\\nI had been told to, found the two flashily dressed young", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "The National Candy Bank. 35\\nwomen at the table, and I ordered a quart bottle of\\nchampagne which we disposed of then the two women\\nleft. They were hardly out of the door when my\\nofficial caller entered.\\nHello, he said good trade to-night\\nOhj just medium.\\nSo you want to continue to sell sugar, do you\\nYes.\\nWell, sugar s what we want.\\nAbout how much per night I asked, comprehend-\\ning fully that I was up against protection.\\nOne hundred dollars now, and one hundred dollars\\nper night while you stay/\\nI can t pay any such price, nor do I intend to. I am\\nwilling to do the fair thing, but neither you nor anybody\\nelse can get all the sugar.\\nTo my surprise that seemed to rather please him.\\nOh, I don t want all there is in it. No use to kill the\\ngoose that lays the golden egg, you know. Suppose I\\nsay one hundred dollars to-night that s two nights,\\nyou know and fifty dollars each succeeding night that\\nyou stay\\nAll right, I ll do it, and I started to give him the\\none hundred dollars, when he said\\nGive it to George (the saloon-keeper), and also pay\\nthe fifty dollars to him each night. You will, quite\\nnaturally, want to buy a bottle of wine from him each\\nnight when you hand him the fifty dollars. If any one\\nelse bothers you, tell them to get out. I will attend to\\nanybody who tries to bluff you.\\nThis high official of the city of St. Louis was not the\\nonly one of his kind, for the next day the head of a de-\\npartment called on me and deliberately told me that un-\\nless he got one hundred dollars a night it would go hard\\nwith me. I told him that I had a very warm personal\\nfriend in Mr. and that he had told me that if any\\none came around with a blackmailing scheme to let him\\nknow and he would have him arrested. The fellow\\nskipped.\\nI had to telegraph to Cincinnati for more candy, and\\nas my matinee and evening sales were becoming more\\nand more popular I began to think that I had struck\\nthe real bonanza of my business experience. On the", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "$6 Jim Wardner.\\nfourth day, however, a new species of hold-up de-\\nveloped this time from the very fountain source of the\\ngood government of St. Louis. It was intimated to me\\nthat the congregating of the crowds nightly was a\\nnuisance which only sugar, more sugar, would lessen\\nand that the sugar poultice must be applied quickly and\\nto the right spot on the governmental anatomy, if it\\nwas to have any soothing effect. Right on top of that\\nthe guests of the hotel began to kick, claiming that the\\nblare of my band it was the best St. Louis could afford\\nand the gathering of so many people rendered rest at\\nany time before midnight impossible. The proprietor\\ncame to me and said that I would either have to give\\nup my lease or he would have to quit hotel-keeping, and\\nwanted to know what I would take to relinquish my re-\\nmaining two days. I told him that I could not afford to\\nclose the doors of the most popular and remunerative\\nbank that the town had ever known, for less than one\\nthousand dollars. He stormed, threatened, and finally\\nsaid\\nYou paid me seventy dollars now I will give you\\ntwo hundred dollars this very minute if you will get out\\nto-day.\\nFeeling sure that some way would be found between\\nthe city government and the proprietor of the hotel to\\nmake things uncomfortable and inhospitable for me, I\\nfinally told him to count out his two hundred dollars.\\nHe did so and I gave him a receipt, stating that I would\\nremove all semblance of the great National Candy Bank\\nbefore the day closed. Then I informed Ed and Burr\\nthat the bank was closed. The boys wanted to buy the\\noutfit and make a trial of the scheme on their own ac-\\ncount in New Orleans, so I let them have the stuff\\nthey went to the Crescent City and opened up, but made\\na failure there. I returned to Milwaukee, paid Mr.\\nHopkins in full, and had left seventeen hundred and\\neighty dollars in cash in my pocket.", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VII.\\nTHE WILD MAN OF BIG HOLE.\\nIt was some years after this, when in an interval of\\nquietude, I heard of the capture of a wild man of the\\nwoods, near Butte, Mon. The reports had the ring of\\nveracity, and I determined to investigate. Arriving in\\nButte in November I immediately drove out to the\\nBig Hole country, the scene of the capture. Here\\nin the barn of his captor, I found a semi-human being\\nthat could talk, seemingly of a kind disposition, who\\ncould not account for his condition. He was extremely\\nuneasy under restraint, but apparently harmless.\\nThis creature was short, well built, and his body was\\ncovered with hair of the length and shade of a black\\nbear s. The hair of his head was in clusters and mats as\\nbig as your hand, lying plastered on his head and dan-\\ngling on his neck. His sole raiment was an old pair of\\npants cut off at the knees. These had been furnished\\nhim by Mr. Griel, his captor.\\nI forgot to say that he had eyebrows fully four\\ninches long, sticking nearly straight out, behind which\\nglistened as bright a pair of round, quick, glittering\\nbrown eyes as were ever seen in ape or chimpanzee. Mr.\\nGriel listened favorably to my proposition, the freak\\nconsented, and we bundled him into a wagon, I driving\\nand Griel and Beefsteak Bill M managing the menag-\\nerie end of the business.\\nOur troubles, however, commenced here. Our horses\\nwere without blinders on their bridles, and when they\\nsniffed the strong bear smell of our captive, they\\nfiercely tore through the sage brush, finally becoming\\nunmanageable. Both Griel and Beefsteak Bill came\\nat once to my rescue. Just then a scared rabbit darted\\nacross the road. Mr. Bear-man was out of the wagon\\nin a second and ran for dear life. The rabbit squealed", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "38 Jim Wardner.\\nand bounded on, but the bear-man was too swift for\\nhim, for a half a mile away I saw the finish.\\nThe horses were soon cooled down and Griel, mount-\\ning one, went in pursuit of our treasure, who awaited his\\ncoming. When Griel came up to him his mouth was\\nstill bloody from the eaten rabbit, of which nothing re-\\nmained except here and there some bits of skull and\\nbones and fur. Griel and Bill walked with him to\\nButte but far in the rear of the horses. All went well\\nuntil a bicycle was met, when his excitement knew no\\nbounds. Pulling away, he chased it briskly, but the\\nrider, scared to death and with a good long start, eluded\\nhim. We came near losing him, and would have done\\nso had not a cowboy accurately thrown a lasso and\\nchecked him. Throwing a blanket around him, he was\\nmarched to Griel s shack, just outside Butte, and I, as\\nmanager, started out to hire a hall.\\nAfter having a gorgeous banner and pictures painted\\nin glowing colors, illustrating his wondrous exploits, I\\nhired Caplice Hall and advertised to exhibit him at\\nfifty cents admission. Great crowds came to see him.\\nWe one day added a graphophone to our show that\\nsettled it. He disappeared and was found two days\\nafterward in a prospect hole with two ribs broken.\\nDr. Norcross took charge of him, but so hard did he\\nplead to return to where the green grass grew and\\nthe cold water ran and fresh rabbits were plentiful,\\nand where no devil s trumpet crazed him, that I con-\\nsented, and Griel and I took him back to Big Hole. He\\nhad really ceased to be a notoriety, but not before\\nGriel and I were much ahead on the venture. As the\\nghost never walked in our show, our expenses were\\nminimum.", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VIIL\\nDEADWOOD IN THE BLACK HILLS.\\nI began at once to seek out some sort of salaried po-\\nsition, thinking that a sure thing at the end of each\\nmonth was about the only safe provision that I could\\nmake. I was firmly resolved that if I did get a good\\nsituation, nothing would tempt me to leave it. I even\\npictured out a happy future, when, by doing extraordi-\\nnary good work for some prosperous firm, I would be in-\\nvited to become a member of it, and spend my life in\\nthat ease and comfort which comes only from systematic\\nand steady business effort. No more experiences for\\nJim Wardner, I told my wife. She was awfully glad\\nof my determination. I called upon H. Bosworth\\nSons, the large wholesalers, and my services for the\\nroad were at once accepted. I was given a route\\nwhich took me up into the Northwest, and one morn-\\ning I reached the new and thriving town of Yankton,\\nSouth Dakota.\\nAlmost the first man I met in Yankton was a fel-\\nlow who had just returned from a hurried trip to the\\nBlack Hills. He had a bottle of placer gold. One\\nglimpse of the precious metal was enough to eradicate\\nfrom my mind any and all resolutions I had formed\\nabout settling down to a life of plodding business.\\nWithout any hesitation or consideration I returned to\\nmy hotel, ordered my sample trunks to be returned to\\nH. Bosworth Sons, Milwaukee, and before mid-after-\\nnoon I was a passenger on a little steamer which was\\nmaking its way up the Missouri River to Fort Pierre.\\nThe rush to the Black Hills had begun, and the boat\\nwas crowded with adventurers. My mining experience\\nin Arizona qualified me to make calculations pretty\\nclosely as to the outcome of a stampede, and I was about\\nthe only calm individual in Fort Pierre when we landed\\nthere.", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "40 Jim Wardner.\\nA number of us started on foot for Rapid City, 160\\nmiles distant. We soon met a returning bull train, and\\nI succeeded in buying a bronco from one of the outfit.\\nThen I pushed on alone. That night I camped with a\\nbull-whacker named McCabe, and late in the evening a\\nman came in who said his name was John Christianson.\\nHe was without money and was hungry, but was deter-\\nmined to make his way to the Mecca of gold. He told\\nme that he had been employed by Clarence Shephard\\nCo., of Milwaukee, and that he had left home with\\nsufficient money to get through all right, but that at\\nSioux City he had run up against a brace game of faro\\nand had dropped every cent he had. He asked me to\\ncarry his coat for him when he started out the next\\nmorning, and he left the camp as soon as it was light. I\\nfollowed on later, and when I overtook him at Chey-\\nenne Crossing he was chopping wood to pay for his\\ndinner at Smith s Ranch. I called him off that job and\\ngave him five dollars one-half of all I had with me. I\\nwent on, carrying Christianson s coat, and I saw nothing\\nmore of him for the time being. I reached Deadwood\\nall right, kept the coat with my belongings, and time\\npassed. Nearly a year afterward 1 happened to be in\\nThe Box saloon when a fine-looking, well-dressed\\nman came in. Noticing me he said Aren t you Jim\\nWardner? I replied that I was the veritable Jim.\\nI think, young fellow, said he, that you have got a\\ncoat that belongs to me. Then I recognized Chris-\\ntianson.\\nNow, Wardner, you gave me a great lift when you\\ncarried my coat for me, and I want you to join me in a\\nquart bottle. lam now chief engineer of the Home-\\nstake, and whenever John Christianson can do you a\\ngood turn let him know it.\\nIt was only a short time after that before an election\\nwas about to take place. Andrew Plowman was run-\\nning for district attorney he was a decent sort of fel-\\nlow, but stood no show of election unless he could carry\\nLead City, where, it was said, he stood no show for\\nthe miner s vote. Plowman came to me, and said he\\ncould do nothing unless I could aid him that he was\\nall right except at Lead City. I liked Plowman, and so\\nI said that I would see about that particular district.", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Deadwood hi the Black Hills. 41\\nThen I went to Christianson, told him the situation, and\\nthat Plowman was a friend of mine. The result was\\nthat Plowman carried Lead City, and was elected by a\\nlarge majority. But this is getting a little ahead of\\nmy consecutive story.\\nUpon arrival at Deadwood I at once ordered a stock\\nof goods from H. Bosworth Sons. The firm respond-\\ned to my request, but owing to a series of delays in the\\nforwarding I found that it would be necessary for me to\\nbe doing something in the way of making money while\\nthe goods were on the way. In looking about the rap-\\nidly building city of Deadwood I discovered that there-\\nwas a bit of vacant and unlocated ground, with about\\nthirty feet fronting on Lee street, just below the point\\nwhere the Deadwood and Whitewood Creeks come to-\\ngether. It was the creek itself. Before daylight of the\\nmorning following my discovery of this unlocated\\nwater lot I had a pretty good store building up. I\\nwanted the front to be of glass, and all that part was of\\nunglazed sash. There was no glass to be had in Dead-\\nwood just then, so I covered the sash with cotton cloth.\\nFinding out that my goods were pretty sure to be de-\\nlayed for a considerable time, I had a bar built along\\none side of the room, bought a barrel of whiskey and a\\nfew bottles and glasses, hired a fellow who said he had\\nbeen a star mixer at the Hoffman House sideboard\\nin New York City, and started my first saloon.\\nOne evening soon after the saloon was in full blast\\nmy bartender told me that he was compelled to take a\\nnight off and he left me alone about ten o clock, taking\\nour only revolver with him. He had no more than left\\nthe premises before as scoundrelly a looking fellow as\\nI had ever seen in the Hills walked in, apparently half\\ndrunk, and called for a drink. Just then I noticed that\\nhe had the handle of a big dirk knife in his right palm,\\nthe blade of the knife being concealed by his coat sleeve.\\nBefore I had time to even grab an ice pick he made a\\nlunge at me. I dodged the blow and then, without a\\nmoment s hesitation, I sprang headlong against the\\ncheesecloth covering of the front sash and went through\\nit, carrying sash and all with me. As I jumped through\\nthe sash I remembered that it was a good sixteen feet\\nto the flowing water below, into which the force of my", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "42 Jim Wardner.\\njump would probably carry me. The result was that I\\nwent into the river head-first, and it was with great dif-\\nficulty that I finally extricated myself from the mass of\\ncloth, debris of sash, and the water, and got out upon\\nthe street. The robber took about $100 that was in the,\\ntill and escaped.\\nSoon after this my goods arrived and I opened up the\\nRed Front Store, which became one of the well-\\nknown establishments of Deadwood. I also opened a\\nsaloon and lunch room, which I styled the Oyster\\nBay, and wherein I sold the first oysters brought into\\nDeadwood.\\nI began to make enough money to enable me to think\\nof larger operations than the store and saloon afforded,\\nand so I sold out those establishments and went into\\npartnership with Fred T. Evans (Big Fred) in the\\nfreighting business. We had 500 yoke of bulls\\nemployed and did the larger portion of the freight-\\ning between Deadwood and Fort Pierre. This kept\\nme most of the time on the road between the two\\nplaces.\\nOne afternoon as I was going west from Fort Pierre\\nand was upon a ridge near Grindstone Buttes, I saw off\\nto my left a party of Indians who had seen me and were\\nevidently intent upon cutting off my trail before I could\\nget to the crossing at Deadman s Creek. The Indians\\nwere just beginning to be troublesome. I knew I had\\nan extra good bronco, and I also knew that I had to\\nmake the crossing before being overtaken or it would\\nbe all up with Jim Wardner. There were eight or ten\\nIndians in the party. My pony was loaded with the\\nusual outfit of blankets, frying pan, coffee pot, etc., and\\ntwo days rations. I took out my knife, cut all the\\nstraps that held my blankets and kit to the saddle and\\nstarted for the ford, the only place in many miles where\\na crossing could be effected. The moment the Indians\\nsaw my movements they let out their ponies, and the\\nrace for Deadman s Crossing began. The Indians were\\ncoming in at one angle and I at another, with the dis-\\ntance to the crossing about the same for all of us. I\\nalways admired the running of a horse. I saw Salvator\\nwin the Suburban, and admired him, but not so much\\nAs I did my little bronco upon this somewhat exciting", "height": "4473", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Deadwood in the Black Hills. 43\\nrace. The little fellow was on a slight incline, while\\nthe Indians were on the level bottom land. I remem-\\nber that I said to the pony If you don t stumble in\\ngoing* down the slope, you are a sure winner. How he\\ndid run! He seemed to know just as well as I did where\\nhe wanted to go, and why it was necessary to get there\\nbefore the horses off to the left. Now and then a bullet\\nwould whistle by, and that was as good encourage-\\nment to the bronco s efforts as I could wish. We\\nreached the ford, crossed, and were comparatively\\nsafe, as the trail led through the willows, into which\\nthe Indians knew I could dart any moment, and they\\nalso knew, as I did, that a big bull train was not far\\nfrom the crossing. I quickly overtook the train,, in\\nfact. On that same trip I found the dead and muti-\\nlated bodies of a Swede and his wife who had been\\nkilled near Wichita Spring, where they had camped\\nfor the night.\\nWe did well in freighting, but bull- whacking, even as\\na proprietor, was pretty slow for me. One day I\\nthought to myself that it would be a money-making\\nscheme to build a warehouse, buy up all the corn, oats\\nand feed in the vicinity, and then retail it at my own\\nidea of prices and profits. I had hardly got the thought\\nwell defined before I asked Fred what he would give for\\nmy interest in our outfit. He at once made me an offer\\nI accepted, and within twenty-four hours my warehouse\\nwas under construction. In the meantime, I began\\nbuying the corn, oats, etc. No person suspected my\\ncorner, as all thought I was buying heavily for our\\nbull train. I soon corraled about all the grain in the\\nvarious camps, and had it safely stored in my ware-\\nhouse, but had no insurance. Then came the great fire\\nthe fire that licked Deadwood out of the gulch. All\\nthat was left to me was my wife and children, and they\\nhad to be cared for. One of our prominent Deadwood\\ncitizens was a Mr. Stebbins, of the banking firm of\\nStebbins, Wood Post, of Cheyenne and Deadwood,\\nMr. Stebbins running the Deadwood branch. Right\\nafter the fire I saw him standing by the ruins of the\\nbank building, gazing at the vault which loomed above\\nthe red-hot ruins. I told him that the fire had left me\\nabsolutely broke, and that I wanted $5,000. He replied", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "44 Jim Wardner,\\nthat he did not believe that there was anything left in\\nthe vault. I urged that that would make no difference,\\nthat a letter of credit on Sioux City for $5,000 was what\\nI needed and must have.\\nYou generally get what you start out after, Ward-\\nner, he replied although to give up that sum of\\nmoney to a man who claims to be dead broke is hardly\\ngood banking. When can you pay it back\\nI don t know possibly never probably within\\nninety days.\\nOf course I got my letter of credit on Sioux City and\\nI started for that town. Arriving at the boom city\\nof Iowa I began to buy eggs. I worked quietly and\\nrapidly and soon had all the eggs of Southeastern Da-\\nkota and Northwestern Iowa bought and paid for. My\\nwholesale buying caused prices to advance, but I secured\\nthousands of dozens as low as nine cents per dozen. I\\ncontracted to have the eggs delivered to me, properly\\ncrated, at Sioux City, on the steamer C. K. Peck, bound\\nfor. Fort Pierre and the decks of the boat were piled\\nhigh with tons upon tons of my purchases. Freight\\ntrains were leaving Fort Pierre daily for Deadwood, and\\nupon arriving there I quickly succeeded in making a\\ncontract for the hauling of the eggs into the Black Hills.\\nThe weather was getting cold and, foreseeing that, I\\nhad bought many bales of blankets at Sioux City. I\\ntook the precaution of having the crates and boxes of\\neggs wrapped in blankets as they were loaded upon the\\nfreight wagons. I went ahead of the train and awaited\\nits arrival in Rapid City. I had, of course, spread the\\nnews that good, fresh, unfrozen Iowa eggs would be in\\nthat market in a few hours. By the time the bull train\\npulled in I had sold enough of my merchandise to get\\nall my money back, pay all freight bills and other ex-\\npenses, and had the bulk of my eggs to take into Dead-\\nwood. The eggs cost me in Rapid City an average of\\n$4.50 for thirty dozen, and I sold them at $15 per thirty\\ndozen. The sales were all for cash and when I started\\nfor Deadwood every pocket in my clothes was literally\\njammed full of money.\\nReaching Deadwood ahead of the train I at once\\ncalled to see Mr. Stebbins at his hastily constructed new\\nbank building. I had hardly washed my hands and face", "height": "4473", "width": "2697", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Deadwood in the Black Hills. 45\\nfor a week my clothes were worn and ragged, and I\\nlooked tough. As I went into the bank Mr. Stebbins\\nmet me with a frown as he took in my dilapidated ap-\\npearance. He did not offer to shake, but said See\\nhere, Jim I have heard that you used up that letter of\\ncredit, then overdrew your account, and have been haul-\\ning in tons of worthless frozen eggs into the camp. What\\nin the devil do you expect to do My letting you have\\nthe $5,000 and your over-drafts have put me in the hole\\nin great shape. Right this minute I have got to have\\n$11,000 and don t know where to get the currency. You\\nare the d dest fool I ever saw.\\nThen I laughed. Of course, Mr. Stebbins took my\\nlight treatment of so serious a matter with quick anger.\\nThen I said to him You want $11,000 in currency\\nWell, Mr. Stebbins, let s see what the bank of Jim\\nWardner can do for you. These old clothes are about\\nthe safest and best bank vault in the Hills, Stebbins,\\nand you are welcome to the combination.\\nThen I began to unload loads of money from every\\npocket. The greenbacks piled up and piled up on a\\ntable by which we were standing, and Stebbins began\\nto smile. Soon there was fully $1 1,000 withdrawn from\\nmy vaults, and the most surprised man in the Hills was\\nthe banker of Deadwood. After I had sold out all the\\neggs I was nearly $7,000 ahead on the deal and was ready\\nto tackle some new enterprise.\\nAbout that time the walking contest mania had\\nreached Deadwood, and I concluded if I could get some\\nlively young chaps to claim the walking championship\\nof their respective camps that I could get up a contest\\nthat would make some money. I selected a young man\\nnamed Hope to represent Lead City, a fellow named\\nCody as the champion of Central City, and a man named\\nSmith, who had but recently married, to do the honors\\nfor Deadwood. I hired the Big Bonanza Hall, fixed\\nthe contest at sixty hours, and began to work up excite-\\nment in the three camps, each, of course, being imme-\\ndiately anxious to have its representative win the great\\nrace and the Walking Championship of the Hills. It\\nwas to be a go-as-you-please affair. I thought there\\nwas good timber in Smith and so I got him away upon\\na ranch where I put him in the hands of a man who", "height": "4482", "width": "2640", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "46 Jim Wardner.\\nunderstood training. I concluded that if the Deadwood\\ncandidate won I would make a lot of money in the bet-\\nting, which I knew was sure to take place. The price\\nof admission was $1.00, and during the time of the race\\nthe hall was packed all the time. The betting was\\nfurious, and I remember that John Worth sold more\\nthan $20,000 in pools.\\nAs I had judged, Smith was an easy winner and cov-\\nered over 200 miles. Toward the close of the race and\\nwhen it was certain that Smith would win, I bought a\\nneat little present for Mrs. Smith, which I intended to\\ngive her at the close of the performance, thinking that it\\nwould please her to have her husband declared Cham-\\npion of the Hills, and to receive personally a remem-\\nbrance.\\nJust before evening of the night which was to ter-\\nminate the performance, and while the contestants were\\nhard at it and the crowd was crying its favorites, I was\\nsent for to meet a woman outside the hall. There I\\nfound Mrs. Smith and she was looking daggers and\\nflashing lightning from both eyes.\\nSay, hasn t that fool of a husband of mine got\\nthrough with this racing nonsense\\nVery nearly, Mrs. Smith, very nearly, I said in my\\nmost conciliatory voice, for I knew there was a big\\nblizzard brewing, and I want you to be here this even-\\ning to see your husband come in a winner and the recog-\\nnized champion, and at the same time accept from me a\\nlittle present which I have prepared for you as a\\nmemento of this noteworthy event.\\nYou do, eh Well, I won t be here. I don t want\\nnone of your presents nor none of your soft talk but\\nwhat I do want, and what I m going to have, is for that\\nlazy good-for-nothing to come right straight home and\\nchop me some wood.\\nI knew that Smith had plenty of time to go and chop\\nthe wood, and that the fresh air would do him good, so\\nI got him out of the hall, turned him over to his wife,\\nand she took him home. Promptly within an hour\\nSmith returned, as he said he would, completed and won\\nhis race, and made me richer by several thousand dol-\\nlars, besides earning more money for himself than he\\nhad ever before possessed.", "height": "4473", "width": "2697", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IX.\\nTHE GOLDEN SUMMIT.\\nThat spring I started a ranch on the Belle Fotiche,\\nand I spent a lot of money trying to become that most\\nindependent of all human beings, the farmer. The fact\\nthat I never had had the least bit of experience in that line\\nis probably why the venture attracted me. At any rate,\\nI started in right royally to become one of the sover-\\neigns of the land but the hail cut my oats and barley\\nto the ground, my potatoes were frozen in their hills,\\nthe mink, weasels and foxes ate my poultry, and a fa-\\nvorite colt got into a ditch one day and was drowned.\\nWhen Poor Richard said that He who by the plow\\nwould thrive, must either hold himself or drive, he\\nproved that he understood the exact situation much\\nbetter than did Horace Greeley, whose never-tiring ad-\\nvice to young men to become agriculturists spoiled\\nmany a man s life opportunities in the West.\\nMy next move was to become interested in a coal\\nmine, the first one opened in the Hills. It was located\\non the Redwater, about thirty miles from Deadwood.\\nIt was a fine property, paid well, and now belongs to\\nthe Northwestern Railway Company.\\nI had considerable ready cash on hand, and I was\\nwondering what sort of an opportunity would present it-\\nself to take it from me, when John Herman, P. D.\\nO Brien and myself came to the conclusion that the\\nquickest way to a big fortune in that country was by the\\nconstruction of a ditch and the bringing in of water to\\nwork the placer mines in the Nigger Hill and Bear\\nGulch Districts. We had a survey made, and found\\nthat a ditch sixty miles in length would be required. It\\nwas a big undertaking, but we started the work, confi-\\ndent of success and future vast rewards from our sale of\\nwater to the placer miners. All worked well until we\\nhad about fifty miles of ditch completed, when one day\\nthere came a cloudburst, which ripped our work pretty\\nnearly from one end to the other. We quit that enter-\\nprise just about as quickly as the cloudburst did, and I", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "48 Jim Wardner.\\nhad found out one of the things which were to throw\\nme down again, as I had confidently and superstitiously\\nexpected.\\nThe very next day after the cloudburst I chanced to\\nmeet a man named Rosenbaum, who had been a fore-\\nman for us, and he told me that in the spring of 76\\nwhen he came into the Hills by way of Harney s Peak\\nhe had one day found some gold quartz float of such\\nmarvelous richness that he had not dared to show it\\nto his companions, and that he had been waiting for\\nan opportunity to go back to the locality with some\\nreliable person who had means enough to grubstake the\\noutfit and make a thorough search for what he believed\\nto be a great quartz discovery. He said he was sure he\\ncould return to the place where he found the rich float.\\nI wanted to get away from the ditch as far as possible,\\nso I at once procured two outfits and Rosenbaum and\\nI started on our trip. Arriving at a place which Rosen-\\nbaum declared to be about the spot, we established\\na camp. The place was about seventy miles from\\nDeadwood and near the foot of Harney s Peak. There\\nwas a hog-back foothill extending up toward the moun-\\ntain, and Rosenbaum declared that the float he saw was\\nupon the slope of the hill. We started in to prospect,\\nRosenbaum going to the further side of the hill and I\\nkeeping along the side nearest to our camp. I had gone\\nbut a few hundred feet up the incline when I came upon\\npieces of float that fairly dazzled me. The quartz was\\nsimply thick with gold. A little further I came upon\\nbushels of the richest float I had ever seen, and far bet-\\nter than I have ever seen since. I became greatly ex-\\ncited. I actually piled the quartz into little mounds and\\nthen kept on. Suddenly my eyes rested on a chunk of\\nquartz half as large as my head and nuggets of gold\\nwere standing out of it on every side. I made a grab\\nfor it as a miser clutches his gold in the realistic drama.\\nIt was heavy. I trembled with exultation. I shouted,\\nRosenbaum He was a mile away and did not hear\\nme. Then I sat down, looked the specimen over care-\\nfully, saw that it was not much worn, and, of course, knew\\nthat I was near the lead from which it had come. I\\ncould imagine the croppings to be almost solid gold,\\nand then I shook with fear lest we should be unable", "height": "4473", "width": "2697", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "The Golden Summit. 49\\nto realize all the millions we wanted before the value of\\ngold would be cheapened by our great discovery. Heavy\\nas the specimen was I packed it with me as I started again\\nup the slope of the foothill. Pretty soon I could find no\\ntrace of mineralization and I knew that I was above the\\nlead. Then I began to descend, searching every inch\\nof ground, but found no croppings. Then I came upon\\nthe float again and I knew for a certainty about where\\nwe would have to dig to strike the vein. Then I tore my\\nhandkerchief into pieces, and tying the bits to sticks I\\nmarked the place so that I could not fail to find it\\nagain.\\nReturning to camp I found Rosenbaum had preceded\\nme and that he had failed to find any float upon the side\\nof the hill where he had prospected. When he saw my\\nfind (we afterward sold the piece for $600) he was ab-\\nsolutely wild. We both hurried back and made a care-\\nful study of the ground where the float began, concluded\\nthe vein must run at a certain angle and dip, and then\\nproceeded to stake out our location. That night the\\ntwo most excited and expectant miners in the world\\nwere camped in the shadow of Harney s Peak.\\nBefore daylight the next morning we had cooked our\\nbreakfast, eaten it, and were on the way to discover the\\nlead. Within a very few hours of hard but exciting\\nwork we had cross-cut the surface far enough to come\\nupon the vein. It was very narrow, but the ore was of\\nvery high grade. We sank upon the vein a few feet,\\nfound that it widened out, but that the quartz was\\nclearly of even grade. Then we were at least safe\\nagainst the danger of depreciating gold values.\\nWe packed up, carried more than a thousand dollars\\nworth of gold specimens with us, reached Deadwood\\nand made preparations for putting up a 5 -stamp mill\\nas quickly as possible. We had named our mine the\\nGolden Summit. We got the mill to running and from\\nthe surface dirt alone we cleared up over $8,000. Then\\nwe were offered $10,000 for the property and we sold it.\\nThe Golden Summit is still working, sometimes pay-\\ning well and always, I think, yielding some profit on\\nthe work. That district has become famous because of\\nthe location thereon of one of the most sensational\\nmines of history, the Holy Terror.", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER X.\\nBUTTERINE.\\nI had now lived in the Hills five years, had quite a\\nsnug sum in cash, and again the feeling possessed me\\nthat for my family s sake I would return to civilization.\\nWe left Deadwood to return to Milwaukee in 1882.\\nAfter locating my family comfortably in Milwaukee I\\nbegan looking around for some permanent and profita-\\nble business. One day I met a man who told me that a\\nfriend of his in Chicago had established a factory for\\nthe making of butterine, a new product, which was\\nreally superior in many ways to dairy or creamery but-\\nter, and that there was really a fortune in it. I secured\\nthe name and address of the manufacturer, Mr. J. H. M.,\\nand went to Chicago. I met Mr. M., saw samples of his\\nproduct and was at once impressed with its possible\\nfuture. After some talk, Mr. M. told me that if I would\\nfurnish satisfactory references he would send me South\\nto work up the business in that section of the country.\\nI gave him the name of H. Bosworth Sons, Milwau-\\nkee, as a reference. I then bade Mr. M. good day, telling\\nhim that if he found my reference all right to wire me\\nat Milwaukee and I would report for duty at once.\\nI went back home, and the next morning I was in\\nMr. Hopkins (of H. B. Sons) office upon his arrival\\ndowntown. In looking over his mail he found a letter\\nfrom Mr. M. asking particulars as to one James F.\\nWardner.\\nHere is a letter making inquiries about you, Jim,\\nsaid Mr. Hopkins, handing me the letter.\\nIf you are in a hurry, Mr. Hopkins, I said, per-\\nhaps I might write the reply and you sign it and send\\nit on.\\nMr. Hopkins said, All right, and so I prepared\\nabout the sort of letter I thought Mr. Hopkins ought to\\nwrite, and handed it to him for inspection. Upon read-", "height": "4473", "width": "2697", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Butterine, 5 1\\ning it Mr. Hopkins hesitated a moment and then said\\nSay, Jim, don t you think this is pretty strong Well,\\nwell, I had no idea what a valuable man you were until\\nI read this letter. I don t know (hesitating a moment)\\nhow the town can afford to lose your services to Chicago\\nafter all this explanation of your wonderful qualities.\\nMy Lord, Jim, you are so much better than I thought\\nyou were/ But he signed the letter, it was mailed, and\\nthe next day I called upon Mr. M.\\nMr. Wardner, I congratulate you upon the con-\\nfidence and esteem in which you are held by your for-\\nmer employer, Mr. Hopkins, said Mr. M. I have\\nreceived the best and strongest letter of recommenda-\\ntion from him as to your character and ability that I\\nhave ever seen in that line. I congratulate you and am\\nready to engage your services.\\nI started on my trip and met with great success in St.\\nLouis, Nashville, Mobile, and, in fact, all through the\\nSouth, and then went to New Orleans to establish there\\na permanent agency.\\nBut fortune was not yet ready to smile on me. A\\ncarload of butterine was stacked up on the sunny side\\nof a New Orleans freight depot, and Sol had done his\\nwork. I took the stuff to a cold storage warehouse but\\nthe effect was bad, for a butter-trier revealed the fact\\nthat the laws of specific gravity had relegated each par-\\nticular element of that bum butter to its proper place,\\nand exhibited the cotton seed oil, the lard, the vaseline,\\nthe coloring and the unnamable refuse, each in a stratum\\nby itself.\\nThis was discouraging, and I sold the stuff for grease\\nand took a stroll through the cemetery, almost envying\\nthe silent ones who had left a curious world, where\\nhopes end in disappointments and butterine in grease.\\nI was stopping at the Perry House. I picked up a\\ndaily paper, and the first item that caught my eye was a\\nreport of the gold discoveries that Pritchard and his\\nparty had made in the Coeur d Alene country in Idaho.\\nThat dispatch was the magnetic needle which pointed\\nout to me the way to a quick fortune and marvelous\\nexperiences.", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XL\\nTHE CCEUR D ALENE.\\nNow begins the most important epoch of my eventful\\ncareer tip to this prosperous year of our Lord, 1899.\\nNow for the first time will be told the complete and\\nconsecutive history of the development of the Coeur\\nd Alene mines. Chief among the interesting facts will\\nbe those concerning the great Bunker Hill and Sullivan\\nmines, now controlled by D. O. Mills, of New York\\nCity.\\nIt was early in 1883 that the news of Pritchard s dis-\\ncoveries set the whole country wild. Leaving New Or-\\nleans by the first train I could get, I arrived in Chicago\\nand told Mr. M. that I was bound for Idaho. From him\\nI obtained two hundred packages of butterine, had\\nthem billed to Thompson s Falls, via the Northern Pa-\\ncific railway, and stopping in Milwaukee only long\\nenough to bid my family good-bye, I took train for the\\nWest. Murray and Eagle were the two new camps\\nlocated in the Coeur d Alene and were the objective\\npoints of the throng of wild-eyed stampeders who were\\nfairly rushing over each other in the scramble to reach\\nthe new diggings. It is thirty-five miles from Thomp-\\nson s Falls to Murray, and one of the worst trails ever\\ntraveled. The distance was a steady up-grade for\\ntwenty miles and then down-hill constantly for fifteen\\nmiles. My butterine came all right and then arose the\\nquestion of getting it to Murray. The snows were deep\\nand pack animals could not be had. I had a toboggan\\nmade and then for more than two months I hit that\\nawful trail daily, hauling by hand as much butterine as\\nI could draw each trip. I got almost fabulous prices\\nfor the stuff and I was content to let others do the pros-\\npecting while I was already working a regular pro-\\nducer. In making these trips I became very tough\\nand strong, and was soon able to compete as a draft", "height": "4473", "width": "2697", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "The Cceur D Alene. 53\\nanimal against any mule on the trail. I was compelled\\nto wear rubber boots and I discovered after awhile that\\ntheir weight and warmth stopped the blood circulation\\nin my feet, and that my toe nails were beginning to get\\nloose. There was no pain or soreness attendant and so\\nI did not pay any attention to the matter. The nails\\nbecame more and more loose, and finally one night\\nafter I had had an unusually hard trip I found on tak-\\ning off my boots and heavy woolen stockings that all\\nthe toe nails were either off or nearly ready to come\\noff at the slightest touch. I was greatly astonished and\\nyet, strange as it may appear, was not much incon-\\nvenienced.\\nAfter awhile I made up my mind that there would be\\nmore money in regular freighting than in anything in\\nthe mining line, for standard rates were twenty-five\\ncents per pound from Thompson s Falls to Murray. I\\npicked up a cracking good dog team and began to make\\nmoney rapidly. Soon I had forty mules on the trail and\\nwas doing a tremendously profitable business. The\\nnext thing was to get a general supply store established,\\nand I was running smoothly in the groove of success.\\nMoney rolled up and I became recognized as one of the\\nsubstantial men of the camp.\\nWith a few associates we organized the Potoxsi\\nDitch Company, and built a ditch twenty miles long on\\nthe west side of the Coeur d Alene to carry the waters\\nof Beaver Creek to the rich diggings of Trail Gulch.\\nThat ditch is still a factor in that country and serves its\\npurpose well. Opportunity offered and we sold the\\nditch at a good profit. Every indication, every relied-\\nupon superstition, and every move I made, seemed to\\nfavor my headlong rush toward the goal of wealth. I\\nactually got tired of making money and once again con-\\ncluded that I would take a well-earned rest,", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XII.\\nTHE BUNKER HILL AND SULLIVAN.\\nAnd How it Happened that Kellogg s Jack Came to be Called\\nthe $4,000,000 Donkey.\\n11 Prom the evidence of the witnesses, this Court is of\\nthe opinion that the Bunker Hill mine was discovered\\nby the jackass, Phil O Rourke, and N. S. Kellogg and\\nas the jackass is the property of the plaintiffs, Cooper\\nPeck, they are entitled to a half interest in the Bunker\\nHill and a quarter interest in the Sullivan claims/\\nThus spoke Judge Norman Buck, of the District Court\\nof Idaho, in his decision of the celebrated case involving\\nthe ownership of two claims in the Coeur d Alene dis-\\ntrict of Northern Idaho, now valued at $4,000,000 and\\ngiving direct employment to more than 400 miners.\\nIt was in 1885. For many years I had been in the habit\\nof promising my wife, whenever I was broke, that if I\\n-ever made another competency I would quit mining and\\nspeculating and would settle down to home life and eco-\\nnomical habits. This time I was sure that my pledge\\nwould be kept, for I had closed out all my varied interests\\nat good round sums, had written my family when to ex-\\npect my return home, had bidden most of my friends\\ngood-bye and good luck, had my favorite cayuse saddled,\\nand was ready to hit the trail from Murray to Spokane,\\nwhence I would take the cars to the States/ I rode\\ndown the main street in Murray until I reached Bill\\nGuse s place, where I knew that I would meet a number\\nof the boys who were special friends. I dismounted,\\nwent into the saloon, and was quickly enacting the usual\\nscene of leave-taking as it goes among miners. We\\nkept two bartenders busy for an hour or more, and by\\nthat time I had taken my last drink so I declared and\\nsaid my last God bless you, old man! in the town of\\nMurray.", "height": "4473", "width": "2697", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "The Bunker Hill and Sullivan. 55\\nI was a little unsteady as I left the saloon, and I leaned\\nagainst a lamp-post to brace up a bit before I attempted\\nto mount Bronco Baldy, the best all-round trail-hitter\\nI had ever owned, and whom I intended to present to\\nUncle John Davenport, who greatly admired the\\nbeast, when I reached Spokane. While leaning against\\nthe post I realized that a cold, drizzling rain had set in,\\nand that it was getting late in the afternoon but I\\ncould make the eighty miles to Spokane by daybreak\\nthe next morning, and so I started toward Baldy just as\\na man on horseback came at full speed up the street,\\ndashed in breakneck fashion to where I stood, threw\\nhimself from his horse, and said excitedly:\\nNow, Jim, I can pay you for those rubber boots and\\nfor all the good turns you have done me\\nThe man was John Flaherty, a first-class miner and\\ngood fellow, who, like myself, had made and lost fortunes\\nin Utah, the Black Hills and other districts. He was\\nliterally covered with mud, and his blown and foam-\\nflecked horse showed that he had made a hard run.\\nFlaherty was a quiet fellow, thoroughly reliable, knew\\nindications when he saw them, and was not an enthu-\\nsiast. Now, however, he was awfully wrought up, as he\\ncontinued\\nSay, Jim, I have seen a mine what is a mine. I have\\nlocated both extensions, and I want you to go to work\\nand git there as quick as you can. Come into Guse s\\nand we ll talk it over.\\nFlaherty had the nerve of an Irishman and a reputa-\\ntion for cool-headedness under any circumstances but\\nhe trembled now, and I saw that his eyes blazed and\\nthat his face, where the mud spots did not hide it, was\\nburning. I was sobered instantly, for I knew that\\nsomething of extraordinary importance had occurred to\\nso excite Jack Flaherty. From that moment I forgot\\nmy contemplated journey home as completely as though\\nI had never prepared for it.\\nWe went into the saloon, retired to a little stall in the\\nrear, and over a full bottle of what Guse was pleased\\nto term Walker s Rye, Flaherty described what he\\nhad seen. I quickly made a deal with him, ordered two\\nquart-bottles of whiskey put into my blankets on Baldy,\\nand received these directions Take the Jackass trail", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "56 Jim Wardner.\\nto Jackass Prairie and then turn to the left on to the old\\nMullan road. After you have hit the road for about\\nsix miles you will see some big blazes upon the trees to\\nthe right of the road. Hitch your horse there, because\\nthe down timber will stop him, and then go up the\\ncreek until you strike the camp. It s about two\\nmiles.\\nThen we left the saloon and I was ready to start. By\\nthis time it was nearly dark, and the rain had changed\\nto driving sleet and snow. Flaherty s story had excited\\nme and I started down the road determined to reach\\nthe new find by daylight. The storm increased and\\nbecame a violent blizzard by the time I reached Jackass\\nPrairie but Baldy was good for his part of the trick,\\nand at sunrise the storm ceased, and I had reached the\\nplace to leave my horse by the big trees. With the two\\nbottles of whiskey in my coat pockets I started up the\\ncreek. The sun came up warm, the mountain air was\\nthat of spring, and my search for the camp was eager.\\nMy home trip did not even occur to me. In a turn in\\nthe canon, and just about two miles from the place I\\nleft Baldy as Flaherty had said I came upon a new-\\nmade camp. The boys were getting breakfast. My\\nappearance was, of course, unexpected. As 1 stepped\\nsuddenly into view out of the trail, each of the three\\nmen I knew them all intimately uttered his own pe-\\nculiar exclamation of surprise. Jim Wardner, mixed\\nwith all sorts of d s, dashes, and h s and l s, greeted me.\\nI lost no time in producing one of my bottles of whiskey.\\nIt may have been mighty poor liquor, but its effect was\\ngood, and I was at once a welcome guest instead of an\\nunwelcome intruder.\\nThere were four personalities in that camp. In the\\norder of their importance in the history of the discovery\\nof one of the greatest of the world s mines of its class,\\nthey may be named\\nKellogg s Jack A diminutive but thoroughbred\\nspecimen of the Spanish jackass. He was mouse-col-\\nored, his head was nearly as large as his body, his ears,\\nwhen he laid them back in obstinacy, reached his with-\\ners, and he was noted all through the Coeur d Alene\\nmountains as the best pack animal, although the most\\ncunning and tricky brute that was ever cinched.", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "The Bunker Hill and Sullivan. 57\\nMr. Kellogg A quiet, intelligent man, one of the\\nbest prospectors in the mountains, one of the few men\\nwho stood you off from the familiarity of a nickname,\\nand probably the only man in Idaho who was honored\\nby the prefixed title of Mr. I knew him long, inti-\\nmately, and favorably, yet I never addressed him by his\\ngiven name nor as Kellogg/ but invariably as Mr.\\nKellogg.\\nCon Sullivan The typical young Irishman. He\\nwas of the sort that have made the United States among\\nthe largest mineral producers of the countries of the\\nworld. Hopeful, enthusiastic and determined, it is\\nIrish blood that makes the true and successful pros-\\npector. Tommy Cruse and Marcus Daly are merely\\nrepresentative examples of the best successes in every\\nmining district.\\nPhil O Rourke A fitting companion and pardner\\nof Con Sullivan hardy, industrious and faithful. He\\nhad long been a prospector and was thoroughly familiar\\nwith the conditions that are necessary to make even a\\nbonanza profitable.\\nSuch was the outfit that Peck Cooper grubstaked,\\nthat discovered the Bunker Hill and Sullivan, and began\\nthe development of the Coeur d Alene.\\nTo Kellogg s Jack s trick of losing himself when most\\nneeded, however, and to his alleged sagacity in know-\\ning a pay chute when he saw it, is due the discovery\\nof the great mine and in Dutch Jake s famous resort\\nin Spokane where keno is run by electricity there is\\na lifelike oil painting of the Jackass standing upon the\\napex of the Bunker Hill and gazing abstractedly across\\nthe canon to the glimmering outcroppings of the Sulli-\\nvan. One of the old-time concert-hall jingles had a\\nrefrain\\n1 When you talk about the Coeur d 1 Alenes\\nAnd all their wealth untold,\\nDon t fail to mention Kellogg s Jack,\\nWho did that wealth unfold\\nAt about the second passing of the bottle the boys at\\nthe camp were mighty glad to see me we soon finished\\nbreakfast, and then Con Sullivan said\\nWell, Jim, we don t know how you come to strike\\nour trail, but w r e ve got something here worth a long", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "58 Jim Wardner.\\njourney to see. Look up there And, as he spoke,\\nSullivan pointed to the right-hand slope of the canon\\nfrom the camp, just as the sun had risen to a point\\nwhere its morning rays fell full upon the side of the\\nmountain. What seemed to be a vast sheet of new tin\\ndazzled the eyes. I had never seen such a sight before\\nnor since.\\nGalena, I said.\\nThat s what, replied O Rourke.\\nThen we all started up the trail, and I soon stood upon\\nthe outcroppings of the greatest blowout of argentifer-\\nous galena ever known. The vein was so well defined\\nthat I could easily determine its course down the side of\\nthe canon and its continuation up the opposite slope to\\nthe outcrop on the Bunker Hill. I was amazed, but I\\nmade no comments.\\nIt was this a- way, began Mr. Kellogg the d d\\nJack shook us one night at the mouth of the creek, and\\nthe next morning we started out to find him. His tracks\\nwere plain, and now and then we found great wads of\\nhis hair where he had climbed over the down timber and\\nscraped his sides against the logs. How under the\\nheavens the little devil managed to get through that\\nplace I can t tell but after we got into the cafion\\nproper his trail was easy. Looking across the creek we\\nsaw the Jack standing upon the side of the hill, and ap-\\nparently gazing intently across the canon at some object\\nwhich attracted his attention. We went up the slope\\nafter him, expecting that, as usual, he would give us a\\nhard chase but he never moved as we approached.\\nHis ears were set forward, his eyes were fixed upon\\nsome object, and he seemed wholly absorbed. Reaching\\nhis side, we were astounded to find the Jackass standing\\nupon a great outcropping of mineralized vein-matter\\nand looking in apparent amazement at the marvelous\\nore chute across the canon, which then, as you now see\\nit, was reflecting the sun s rays like a mirror. Jack\\nfairly heaved a sigh of relief as he heard our vigorous\\ncomments. We lost no time in making our locations,\\nand where the Jack stood we called it the Bunker Hill,\\nand the big chute we named the Sullivan, in honor of\\nCon.\\nI had mined in Arizona, California, Nevada, Utah,", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "The Bunker Hill and Sullivan. 59\\nthe Black Hills and Colorado I was at Virginia City\\nwhen the Comstock was in its glory but I had never\\nseen a showing equal to the exposure in the Sullivan.\\nThere seemed to be almost countless tonnage of what\\nlooked like a very high grade galena upon the very sur-\\nface of the ground. My thoughts were running like\\nmad how could I get in on the original layout\\nWell, boys, how many locations have you got in\\nall I asked, after expressing my pleasure at their\\ngreat luck.\\nWe ve located 3,000 feet, replied Mr. Kellogg, as\\nfar as we could follow the lead.\\nAnd that is enough to represent and to make us\\nall we want, said O Rourke.\\nSo you have simply made two locations on the vein,\\nand nothing more, I suggested.\\nThat s what, Sullivan answered; but you bet\\nwe re dead sure we ve got all there is in this camp.\\nThe boys went at their work, and I said that I guessed\\nI would stroll around a bit. There was a small hand-\\naxe among the tools lying about, and I told Con that I\\nwould take it with me, for I might need it to blaze my\\ntrail. Then I went down the slope to the creek. It\\nwas a fine mountain stream (Milo Creek), carrying sev-\\neral hundred inches of water. I got out of sight of the\\nboys, and then as quietly as possible I cut away the bark\\nfrom a big fir tree on the creek bank and gradually\\nworked a smooth surface upon the wood. Then I took\\nout from my pocket an old stub of a lead pencil and\\nwrote upon the tree a full and complete location of all\\nthe water in the stream. To make the location perfect,\\nI needed a witness, and therefore, upon the completion\\nof the declaration, I walked out from the shelter of the\\ntrees and shouted to the boys to come down to the creek,\\nas I had something to show them. They came at once,\\nthinking I must have made a discovery which I had\\nand I led them up to the tree, upon which my location\\nwas plainly written and legally worded.\\nEach of the three men was thoroughgoing and prac-\\ntical. Each knew that the best mine on earth might\\nprove worthless without the aid of water. Each real-\\nized at once that I had a cinch upon all future possibil-\\nities. Their exclamations were varied, but emphatic.", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "60 Jim Wardner.\\nu You see, said Sullivan, in our bull-headed hurry\\nwe forgot all about the water. Well, Jim, you ve got the\\ndrop on, us,. and it s all right. Then, like a man, he\\ntook the stub of pencil, and walked up and put his name\\nto the location as a witness.\\nWe don t know as much as the off ear of that Jack-\\nass was Mr. Kellogg s comment, as he, too, signed\\nthe notice.\\nNow, boys, I said, here s a fresh bottle (hauling\\nout the second quart from my pocket). Let s take a\\ndrink to Jim Wardner, who, you will find, is the best\\npartner any of you have ever had for these mines and\\nthis water are inseparable. Let s go down to the camp\\nand talk things over.\\nAfter arriving at the camp I proceeded to explain\\nthings from my point of view\\n14 You are good enough miners, I began, to know\\nthat neither the burnt-out croppings of the Bunker\\nHill nor even the very wonderful 40-feet wide blowout\\nof galena upon the Sullivan is positive assurance of\\ngreat wealth to the outfit. We don t know anything\\nyet about the values carried, but we do know that so\\nlarge a mass of galena would not be apt to carry any\\nfabulous silver value. We are one hundred miles from\\na railway and more than one thousand miles to a\\nsmelter. The stuff has got to run like a scared wolf to\\nbe worth packing out. I know that you are all broke,\\nand that you need, most of all, a little ready money\\nand that is where I come in strong, because I will give\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2you $500 now, and I have got more than $15,000 in\\nHussey s bank at Murray, which I am ready to blow in\\non this layout. But I want to manage things in my own\\nway. My plan would be to get things fixed right for\\nwork as soon as possible. I will take samples and go to\\nSpokane, and will arrange, if the ore has value to war-\\nrant it, for immediate mining, building of roads, ship-\\nping, etc. In the meantime, you are to promise me\\nthat no other person shall have any option or opportu-\\nnity upon this property until I have decided what can be\\ndone and what is best to do for all concerned.\\nPledges over the last of the whiskey were made,\\nand then we went up to the Sullivan to get samples.\\nWe had no bags, and so Con Sullivan took his overalls", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4444", "width": "2859", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "The Bunker Hill and Sullivan. 61\\nand quickly converted them into first-rate saddle-bags.\\nWe put about twenty pounds of ore in each leg, and\\nthen the boys accompanied me down to where Baldy\\nwas impatiently awaiting my arrival. I turned the cayuse\\nloose to graze for an hour, the boys returned to camp,\\nand then I proceeded to post a notice locating 10,000\\ninches of water in the Coeur d Alene River. I may\\nmention here that I subsequently disposed of the two\\nwater rights that I located that day for $50,000. I\\nstruck out for Spokane that night and reached there the\\nfollowing afternoon. Assays showed high silver value,\\nand I started as quickly as possible for San Francisco to\\nconsult Selby Co. That concern immediately agreed\\nto take all the ore of the class represented by the\\nsample that could be furnished, and at a price which\\nwould leave a very large margin of profit. Back I hur-\\nried to Spokane, thence to the mine. The boys had\\nbuilt a comfortable camp, but had not worked to any\\nextent upon the ore chute. I at once contracted with\\nthem to take out 25,000 tons of ore and to advance to\\nthem $5 upon each ton extracted, they to take out not\\nless than twenty tons daily. Then I began road build-\\ning and planning for shipping the ore to the railway. I\\nwas expending more than $500 per day.\\nThe men began work in earnest upon the ore-body.\\nIt did not require many days work, however, at twenty\\ntons per day, to make us all sick, for every stroke of the\\npick and every blast demonstrated more and more that\\nthe marvelous surface showing was nothing but a big\\nblowout. We took out every pound of that ore, and, all\\ntold, it was less than eight hundred tons. When we\\nfound the bunch exhausted, I may say that the general\\ndisappointment was even more intense than th exalta-\\ntion had been when the Sullivan was discovered.\\nWe might have known better than to have faith\\nin anything that d d Jackass led us to, was\\nO Rourke s only comment.\\nWhen the ore was exhausted we found that the vein\\nitself was an enormous contact, and that seams and\\nstringers of galena were going down. I proposed that\\nwork should continue. The ore which had been taken\\nout yielded me about $115 per ton, and I was deter-\\nmined to spend my last dollar in the endeavor to find", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "62 Jim Wardner,\\nthe permanent ore chttte which I felt sure would be\\nfound. With me it was simply a question of time and\\nmoney. So the work went on. My money melted\\naway I was overdrawn in all my bank accounts I\\nowed the men about $3,000 and the face in the main\\ntunnel looked absolutely barren. I became worn and\\nthin, and the skin upon my hands and face was so drawn\\nthat it seemed transparent. One afternoon I walked a\\nlittle way up the canon, seated myself upon a boulder,\\nand began to wonder if I was really sane. I clenched\\nmy hands in anger at myself for broken pledges to my\\nfaithful, confiding and patient wife. I noticed that\\nspecks of blood had oozed through the skin\\nupon my hands (they were so tightly clenched and\\nmy skin was so drawn), and I said to myself So you\\nare actually sweating blood but that is no atonement\\nfor your folly, Jim. Suddenly I felt an impulse to run\\ndown the canon, as though I would escape from the\\nsurroundings, the failure and the debts to the men. I\\nstarted I came to the tree upon which was the notice\\nof my first water right I laughed aloud I do not know\\nwhy. Then I went on hurriedly, and it came to me that\\nI would not stop until I reached Spokane. I got below\\nthe camp, and was increasing my speed, when I came\\nunexpectedly upon a newly-pitched tent, near which was\\na pleasant-voiced man, who said Stranger, you seem\\nin a hurry. Come in and take something as a starter\\nfor the new gin-mill.\\nI never accepted an invitation with greater alacrity or\\nthankfulness. I went into the tent, poured a whiskey\\nglass full to the brim, and gulped it down with the\\nremark I am Jim Wardner, the boss of this outfit.\\nThat was enough to make my immediate deliverer\\nprotest that I must have one with him. And I took\\nit a big one. Then I heard a shout, Wardner It\\ncame from a good pair of lungs, and it echoed up the\\ncanon. I stepped outside the tent and saw Brady, my\\nforeman, coming down the trail at full speed. He saw\\nme, and shouted: Hurry up, Jim we ve struck it big\\nin the main tunnel. The breast is solid ore His voice\\nfairly choked with excitement. Instantly I was as cool\\nand deliberate as I ever was in my life.\\nOh, don t get excited, Brady. Of course you ve", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "The Bunker Hill and Sullivan. 6$\\nstruck it what have we been driving that tunnel for\\nCome down and get a drink, was my answer.\\nThen I said to Tom Erwin (as I later knew my deliv-\\nerer to be): Here give us all a good one and, Brady,\\ntake another you re too excited.\\nI walked along slowly up the trail, and told Brady not\\nto rush so but I did want to rest my eyes upon that\\ntunnel face Well, I found that the boys had broken\\ninto a solid chute of galena for the full size of the drift.\\nIt was a wonderful sight. After going in on it a little\\nway I started a cross-cut, and the chute proved to be\\nthirty-six feet wide. Then we drove the drift night and\\nday. I had forty men at work, and after running one\\nhundred feet on the vein we cross-cut again. It was\\nstill thirty-six feet strong. I took ton samples of the ore\\ntaken from the drift, and soon discovered that, while the\\nore-body was marvelous in its dimensions, the values\\nwere cut down to a concentrating proposition. Having\\nbecome certain upon that point, I started on foot for\\nSpokane. There I borrowed $300 from Walter Bean,\\nand began an attempt to induce capital to take hold of\\nwhat I believed to be one of the most desirable invest-\\nments ever offered. No one in Spokane would take the\\ntrouble to even visit the mine. I went to San Francisco\\nand failed. Then I tried Portland in vain. I knew\\nthat an active young fellow named Austin (since then\\ninventor of the pyritic smelting process) was running a\\nlittle smelter at Toston, Mont., for an English syndicate,\\nand I thought perhaps I could get him to interest his\\ncompany in my project. So I went to Toston. I found\\nAustin to be an expert on ores. After examining my\\nsamples and making tests, he declared that, if my state-\\nments as to the mine were true, I had the biggest concen-\\ntrating proposition in the country. You go up to\\nHelena and see Governor Sam Hauser, advised Austin.\\nTo Helena I went. I called upon Governor Hauser at\\nthe First National Bank, of which he was the president.\\nHe received me in his private parlor. I showed him my\\nsamples and told him about the mine. When I had\\nfinished he broke out in the only and original Sam\\nHauser style\\nWhat in are you telling me, young man Look\\nhere, I m from Missouri, where they raise mules and", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "64 Jitn Wardner.\\nliars, and I am a good judge of both, and I will say right\\nnow that^as an all-round liar you can beat any man I\\never listened to.\\nBut that was only Governor Hauser s way. I saw\\nthat he was really interested, and I went on and argued\\nwhat the results would be if a ioo-ton concentrator was\\nput up. I told him that I could secure a contract to\\nconcentrate 50,000 tons at $5 per ton, and also a share in\\nthe net profits. The final result was that Governor\\nHauser gave his expert $10,000, ordered him to accom-\\npany me to the Coeur d Alene, and, if he verified my\\nstatements, to pay off the men and secure the contracts.\\nWe made a rush trip to the mines and back to Helena,\\nthe expert having indorsed my every statement, and\\nGovernor Hauser ordered the machinery for a 100-ton\\nconcentrator.\\nThen things came my way with a rush. The work in\\nevery department was pushed, and the mine develop-\\nment was showing bigger and better with every foot of\\nprogress. Capital began to look toward the Bunker Hill\\nand Sullivan and the Coeur d Alene. A lively town was\\nstarted, and it was named Wardner. I had lots of\\nfriends and was again a favorite of fortune. To me was\\ngiven the credit of making the Coeur d Alene country a\\nsuccess and I didn t sweat blood any more. Soon\\nnearly everybody in the mining line who had capital\\nwas looking for investments in our booming district.\\nThe opportunity came for a big sale of the Bunker Hill\\nand Sullivan, and the great mine passed from my con-\\ntrol forever. What I received for my water rights, con-\\ntracts, interest, etc., amounted to a reasonable fortune.\\nGovernor Hauser was also to the good a hundred thou-\\nsand or so and still believes in his ability to judge\\nmules and liars.\\nOn one occasion, when I was telling the story of my\\nfortunes in the Coeur d Alene country, my friend Nor-\\nthrop said, with surprise Can t see how a man can\\nmake and then lose a hundred thousand dollars.\\nHere s the solution: The man with good sound judg-\\nment and a reasonable-sized head, once in possession of\\na hundred thousand dollars does not lose it. He it is\\nwho works the snowball racket on his pile.\\nBut the shoddy man, the lucky shoddy man, the man", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "The Bunker Hill and Sullivan. 65\\nwho never before had a hundred dollars, a man who\\nbegins to feel poor when he gets the first $50,000, a man\\nwho constantly and wilfully and determinedly persists in\\ngetting over his head in the confusing waters of specu-\\nlation, who belittles the size of his pile, as he associates\\nwith millionaires, joins in their schemes and buys their\\nstock the shoddy man, who looks wise as a forest\\nof owls, and believing he is great because he has been\\nlucky; he who gives bad advice and refuses good he\\nwho has an expense account, that, like the impending ava-\\nlanche, will snowslide him to poverty he it is who loses\\na hundred thousand dollars. Not one in a thousand of\\nthese fellows ever make it back. Their time is now\\noccupied in thinking of their past greatness,and they drift\\nalong Time s rapid stream until they whirl into the\\nvortex of despair.\\nNorthrop says, You have handled the subject pretty\\nfairly and it is one you should know all about.\\nThe history of the Bunker Hill and Sullivan is an ex-\\ncellent illustration of the difficulties encountered by\\nthose who, with limited capital, attempt to make a mine.\\nIt also furnishes reasons for believing that many mines\\nnow abandoned would become profitable if reasonable\\ndevelopment work were done upon them.\\nWhen the original discoverers finally made a compe-\\ntency out of the sale of the mine, Con Sullivan said to\\nO Rourke, u Say, Phil, Kellogg s Jack is a long-headed\\nfellow, isn t he\\nAnd upon his death the Jackass was buried with\\ngreater honor than had ever before been accorded to\\nany of his kind.\\nThe Bunker Hill and Sullivan is still one of the impor-\\ntant productive mines in the Coeur d Alene district. The\\nlargest stockholder in the company owning it is Mr. D. O.\\nMills, of New York City. It is believed that the mine\\nimproves with development, and that it will continue\\nproductive for many years to come.\\nI will state that during the life of the contract my in-\\nterest in the property was one dollar a ton on each ton\\nof ore that was extracted from the mine and one-third\\nof the profits of the mine I received also $50,000 for\\nboth water rights. After the sale a number of very\\ncurious incidents occurred.", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "66 Jim Wardner.\\nThe evening after the sale, desiring to purchase a lit-\\ntle jewelry, I stepped into one of the jewelry stores of\\nSpokane. Here I found that nearly each and every one\\nof the men had been that day a purchaser of diamonds\\nin fact, they wore diamonds in great shape; not only did\\nthey themselves wear diamonds, but they evinced a most\\ngenerous spirit toward their old friends in Wardner\\nand Spokane. My daughters had to thank Mr. Philip\\nO Rourke for his first checks, Nos. i, 2 and 3, for $1,000\\neach, and Mr. Kellogg, not to be outdone, gave the boys\\nthe same amount.\\nFrom the time of the bonding of the Bunker Hill and\\nSullivan mine until the owners received their money,\\nthere elapsed only about eleven days. During that time\\nI had visited Helena, Thompson Falls, Murray, and\\nSpokane. Governor Hauser thought that the selling of\\nthe property at that time would be an absolute impos-\\nsibility, and so he expressed himself but everything\\nwas in my favor and I was on the rail of fortune and\\ncould-not be switched off. Thus we are all of us riding\\nalong on an endless chain of destiny, working in a groove\\nforged by the Almighty, and when the chain is severed\\nby the drum of time, down we go to the dump of\\neternity.", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIII.\\nWARDNER, IDAHO.\\nThe story of the periodical fortunes of Jim Wardner,\\nof Wardner, Idaho, would hardly be complete without\\na chapter on the town of Wardner and some of Jim\\nWardner s experiences in connection with it. This\\ntown was laid out by a gentleman whom we will call\\nJudge Kelly. After the surveying of it with a tape line,\\nthe numbers of the lots were all put into a hat and he\\nwho paid $2.50 had the choice of a lot. It was generally\\nunderstood that one man had one choice, but there was\\nno limit to the amount of proxies he could hold. My\\ndrawing. was not a success and I afterward sold my lot\\nfor $5, it being really farthest from the post-office on\\nthe old town plot.\\nProsperity now set in in good earnest other discov-\\neries were made, other mines were opened, and hun-\\ndreds of people flocked into the camp. Among them\\ncame many of the gambling fraternity and that class\\nwhich you always find first in a good mining camp. As\\nan example, the following notice appeared in the Ward-\\nner News in the summer of 85\\nGEORGE B. Mc SHOWS THE BOYS HOW TO\\nPLAY FARO.\\n(t The game in Josh Collins place opened Friday at\\none o clock and did not close until Monday. During\\nthat time there were some of the heaviest plays ever\\nmade in the Northwest. George B. Mc the banker\\nand Bonanza Mine owner, indulged in a little diversion\\nfrom the dull routine of business and tried his hand at\\nfaro. He sat down to the game early Friday evening,\\nplayed all night, and lost several thousand dollars. The\\nnext day he complained that the limit was too low for a\\nman of his nerve and means. The limit was removed\\nentirely, and George piled up $1,000 and $1,200 at a", "height": "4482", "width": "2668", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "68 Jim Wardner,\\ntime and won and lost it as nonchalantly as he refuses\\nIrishmen work. By ten o clock the next day he had lost\\n$16,000 still he continued to play and bet from $100 to\\n$1,000 at each turn. After twelve o clock on Saturday\\nhis luck changed and he accumulated in front of him\\nmost of the checks that were in the rack. At three\\no clock he cashed in and found that he had won back all\\nbut $1,500 of the money that he had played in. He sat\\nnearly twenty-four hours in front of the case-keeper\\nand played faro. Such large stakes are not wagered\\nhere every day, but it is safe to say that there is more\\ngambling* for bigger stakes at Wardner than in any\\ntown of its size in the Northwest.\\nMy first venture in the town of Wardner, Idaho, was\\ncorraling all the corner lots. My assistant, Mr. Horace\\nDavenport, and myself soon accomplished this, and in\\nfour weeks from the time we unloaded at a profit of about\\n$10,000.\\nI next founded the Bank of Wardner. The bank con-\\nsisted of an inconspicuous shack, a portable safe, a\\nchicken-coop netting for the protection of the cashier, a\\nprivate office about as big as a cheese-box, and my\\ncredit in Spokane, where I kept my money on deposit.\\nThis bank was not highly quoted at first, as I purchased\\na safe on a year s time, paying in installments. The\\nbank, however, flourished. I was the president and\\nMr. Kellogg was vice-president. George Crane and\\nE. C. Gove were the directors. Horace Davenport was\\ncashier. This was his first experience in the banking\\nbusiness. It was not difficult to make loans, especially\\nto the officers and directors.\\n\u00e2\u0099\u00a6Speaking about gambling, my friend Johnny Manning, now a Klondike\\nmillionaire, kept the Senate saloon in Deadwood in 77 and 78. He is, like\\nmyself, a firm believer in the laws of general average. To test and prove\\nour belief, the fate of a deuce was tried and tallied at one of his faro tables\\nfor one thousand consecutive deals. After all the varieties of chance\u00e2\u0080\u0094 some-\\ntimes losing, again equalizing, then losing, then equalizing at the end of the\\nthousandth deal the deuce had won twenty times more than it had lost. My\\nfriend John Mahan, a veteran dealer, tabbed the whole record, and he is a\\nfirm believer that this curious equalization of luck would last to the end of\\ntime.\\nI ask, What is it What is the law of general average that controls\\nchance What is this general law of nature that installs itself in the prop-\\nagation of all animals, birds and fishes That imprints itself on the seasons?\\nThat invests itself into all men s lives, and, finally, fixes itself on all games\\nof chance Call it luck call it chance call it fatality these it is. It is a\\nstrong product in our fatalistic career, making true the words of Robert\\nIngersoll, who said Nothing has ever been done under the blue dome of\\nHeaven that could possibly have been avoided.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "Wardner, Idaho. 69\\nOne day Mr. Davenport came to me and said that he\\nwas tired of running the bank on wind.\\nI said, Horace, how much money have you got in\\nthere\\nHe said, About $175 and a party will soon present\\na check for $900 in fact, he has already been to the\\nwindow and I have detained him until your arrival. He\\nhas been quite put out because the check could not be\\ncashed, and advised me if I could not pay to close the\\ndoors.\\nHorace Davenport again handed in his resignation.\\nI told him when the gentleman returned to send him to\\nthe president s office. I awaited his arrival. Presently\\nthe gentleman came in and presented his check for\\n$900. I won t pay this, said I.\\nYou won t pay it exclaimed the astonished de-\\npositor. Haven t I $900 in this bank?\\nYes, but I won t pay it, just the same.\\nWell, that fellow was hot, and amidst a series of tin-\\nmentioned explosives he said, If your blanked old\\nbank is busted, you d better close up.\\nThis bank is all right, and as solid as the rock of\\nGibraltar, said I. Now use business sense and judg-\\nment. I always took you for a man who believed in\\nhelping along home industries. Can t you see that in-\\nstead of drawing the money out of this bank, if you\\npaid for your cattle with drafts on Spokane, the Bank of\\nWardner would make one per cent, out of the operation?\\nNine hundred dollars is not much to this bank, but I\\nwish to establish a financial precedent.\\nHe cooled down, bought the drafts, and the bank was\\nsaved; and it never did break while under my manage-\\nment. But the trials and tribulations of a bank presi-\\ndent are great. I would continually refuse the right\\nman and loan money to the wrong man, and when it\\ngot so that I had to keep guard with a shotgun to keep\\noff borrowing directors, I just quit.\\nBut talk about your Jim Crow bankers and financial\\nacrobats, my friend Sam Lichtenstadter, of Ruby, Oka-\\nnogan, takes the bakery. Fully appreciating his genius\\nI intended to have him collaborate with me. Sam lo-\\ncated in Ruby, 160 miles from Spokane. In those days\\nto transport money between that point and Spokane", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "70 Jim Wardner.\\ncost money, Ed. Cowan, the gifted Western writer,\\nnarrates the following\\nHis (Lichtenstadter s) plan when formed was to give\\nto Ruby all the benefits of an abundant circulating me-\\ndium, without imposing on the community the hardship\\nof a heavy discount for carriage. At least such is the\\nphilanthropic explanation of his purpose at this remote\\nday. He began by establishing his place of final re-\\ndemption at a Spokane bank through which he trans-\\nacted his mercantile business. Then he ordered several\\nthousand artistically lithographed checks pink paper\\nmade payable in Spokane to bearer, meantime having\\nput in a safe with the conventional country cage and\\nhoisted the sign of The Bank of Ruby/\\nThe system Lichtenstadter was about to carry into\\neffect may be readily understood. To all depositors and\\non all exchange or credits he issued his personal check\\nagainst his own credit in far-away Spokane. The sign\\nhaving been swung prematurely that is to say, before\\nthe pretty pink checks arrived a man named Keene\\nappeared with a huge gold nugget as big as one s hand,\\nin exchange for which he desired to get $250 in money.\\nBut the young banker had not enough bills or coin to\\ncover the value of the nugget, and in this predicament\\nhe told Keene, as a reason why he could not accommo-\\ndate him, that the Bank of Ruby was a bank of deposit\\nonly.\\nAt this critical point in the unique career of the\\nBank of Ruby, when the blossoming scheme was threat-\\nened with the blight of scandal, when there was danger\\nof a run against it before it had secured a depositor, a\\nmining operator who was going into the mountains for\\na few weeks walked in and confided to the young bank-\\ner s keeping a goodly sum of cash. After he had left,\\nLichtenstadter explained to Keene that he was only\\n1 joshing him, and meant all the time to help him out\\nwith the cash, which he did, and took the nugget. Next\\nday the bundle of pink checks arrived by stage and the\\nnew bank was saved.\\nDuring its singular existence the Bank of Ruby,\\notherwise known as Sam Lichtenstadter s, issued nearly\\n$300,000 in checks, payable to bearer at Spokane, and at\\ntimes held as much as $35,000 in deposits. Few of these", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Wardner y Idaho. 71\\nchecks found their way to Spokane. They passed as\\ncurrency throughout Okanogan county and as far north\\nas Penticton, B. C. They were acceptable to people in\\nall occupations and to the county government. The\\nfirst oddity that surprised the visitor to the county was\\nthe omnipresent pink check.\\nOne day a mine buyer appeared at the bank with a\\ndraft for $10,000.\\nI ll cash this for you/ said Lichtenstadter, but I ll\\nhave to discount it 5 per cent/\\nThe holder savagely protested that he didn t pro-\\npose to be robbed in this outrageous manner.\\nThat is what it costs me to bring money into the\\ncounty/ explained the banker placidly, but if you like,\\nI ll issue my personal checks against the draft in all\\nfractional amounts you may desire, and they will serve\\nyou just as well as gold.\\nThe holder wouldn t listen to such a proposition.\\nBut everywhere he went he saw the pink checks mov-\\ning about with the freedom and credit of gold certifi-\\ncates, and finally, convinced that they were the money\\nof final redemption of the camp, he returned to the bank\\nand exchanged his draft for a pocketful of them.\\nWhen depositors checked against themselves pay-\\nment was made by pink check, and the pink checks were\\nreceived as cash deposits. Thus the circulation was\\nmade rotary and complete. Such was the confidence in\\nthese checks that when the banker reached the time of\\nfinal liquidation one old rancher was found in the moun-\\ntains who had stored away $1,250 worth of them, and he\\nwas so skeptical when advised to go to Ruby and get\\nhis cash, because the bank was closing, that he declined\\nto do so, and the money for the redemption of the checks\\nhad to be sent to him by special messenger.\\nThe failure of the Spokane National Bank and the\\nsimultaneous collapse of the Okanogan mining boom\\ncaused the downfall of the Bank of Ruby, which re-\\ndeemed every pink check that could be drummed up.\\nIn the last analysis $3,000 worth of them had evaporated.\\nIn other words, the shrinkage of the pink check circu-\\nlation of Okanogan county for a period of five years\\nrepresented a little less than 10 per cent, of the maxi-\\nmum deposits or redemption fund and a little more", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "72 Jim Wardner.\\nthan i per cent, of the total issue of circulating\\nmedium.\\nSpeaking about these good old days of 1886 in Ward-\\nner, Idaho, makes me remember with pleasure Uncle\\nJohn Davenport, who is among the most liberal of men.\\nHe will not only give away all that he hath himself, but\\nalso all that his friends and neighbors have.\\nI returned to my cabin once on a cold winter night\\nand found my little stove and bed clothes gone. Uncle\\nJohn had given them to a needy woman.\\nIn due time, Uncle John went away, and when he\\nreturned and found that I had leased his comfortable\\ncabin and fixtures to a poor and deserving woman from\\nthe Black Hills, and when he saw a fine sign, Laun-\\ndry, over his own door, he enjoyed it hugely. I told\\nhim that He who giveth unto the poor lendeth unto\\nthe Lord, and he said he would waive all interest.\\nAnd these are they who make up our mining camps.\\nEarly in 1888 Uncle John C. Davenport and my-\\nself were examining a gold prospect about five miles\\nfrom Nelson, B. C, owned by Mr. Nail, and called the\\nPoor Man. It was really a Dick Nailer, a crack-a-jack,\\nas Col. John Burke would say a Lulu is the word of\\nGeo. Pfunder, and a bird it would be in my vocabulary.\\nHe wanted to buy it and so did I. Coming down the\\nhill together, I said John, you want the Poor Man,\\nand so do I. It won t pay to bid against each other\\nNail s price is high enough, viz., $35,000 for a baby\\nmine. Ill tell you what I ll do I ll play you seven-up,\\nbest two out of three, seven points each. He who wins,\\nstays; he who loses, goes.\\nUncle John was the boss at seven-up. I came\\npretty near winning, as Dutch Jake says. In fifteen\\nminutes I steamed away on the little steamer Idaho,\\nwhich was there awaiting one of us for a passenger.\\nUncle John Davenport taught me whist and kept me\\npoor. God bless him May he live long and may the\\nPoor Man still continue to enrich him is my wish.\\nWardner, Idaho, grew and prospered 1886 was an\\neventful year. The Bunker Hill and Sullivan was\\nbooming along, the concentrator was under process of\\nconstruction, and I was sitting in my cabin when I was\\naccosted by a gentleman on a good-looking mule..", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Wardner, Idaho. 73\\nIs your name Wardner, and are you running this\\nbig mine I want to go and take a look at it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 want to\\nsample it. You had better take that gunny sack along\\nand a pick, too. How far is it up there V\\nI told him and we started up. I picked up the gunny\\nsack, and after he had sampled the heavy lead ore care-\\nfully, I holding the sack and he dropping the pieces of\\nlead ore into it, some weighing many pounds, we re-\\nturned to my cabin. He concluded the load was too\\nheavy to pack on behind his saddle and that he would\\nsample it down. I therefore grabbed the sack by\\nthe ears and emptied the contents on the ground, when\\nlo and behold out dropped a stick of giant powder No.\\n2. We had both of us been deliberately trying to com-\\nmit suicide all day. I Cannot exactly remember what\\nMr. D. C. Corbin said. He was very much affected.\\nHowever, drawing from his pocket the left hind foot of\\na rabbit killed in the dark of the moon, he mused and\\ngrunted How much is D. C. Corbin indebted to that\\nrabbit foot Ask him.\\nBefore he left he gave me instructions in regard to\\nthe right of way for a railroad. In a week his survey-\\nors were on the ground in a month the railroad was\\ncommenced^ and in less than four months I was ship-\\nping my ore by rail.\\nMr. Corbin has since built many miles of railroad.\\nThe whole mining country near Spokane and in British\\nColumbia is indebted for its prosperity more to\\nthe efforts of D. C. Corbin than any other man that\\nI know of.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIV.\\nSTRIKES MADE BY CURIOUS MEANS.\\nThe discovery of the Bunker Hill and Sullivan by a\\nSpanish jackass reminds me of two other instances in\\nwhich rich strikes were due to other than human agen-\\ncies. The first occurred in Okanogan county, Idaho,\\nSeptember 18, 1892, and is as follows\\nTwo prospectors, Redmond and Herrick, were out\\nhunting and prospecting, and they had with them a\\nbird dog named Skookum. They were working through\\nthe Salmon River Basin. When they came over a hill and\\nlooked down into a little ravine with a brook running\\nthrough the bottom, they saw in a bush overhanging\\nthe brook a pheasant, at which one of the men shot.\\nThe bird fell into the water and the dog Skookum\\nstarted after it. As he scrambled back with it in his\\nmouth, his paw pulled down some soft green moss from\\nthe rock at the side of the stream. The prospectors\\nnoticed that the stone showed white under the moss.\\nThey made an examination and found it to be gold-\\nbearing quartz. They followed the lead and located\\ntwo claims.\\nWell, I had been for some time looking for that sort\\nof ore, and so I bonded the two claims, and with them\\nincluded the black dog Skookum. Thus, you see, that\\nagain by a lucky circumstance a dog s paw did for the\\nRed Jacket what the jackass s ears did for the Sullivan.\\nI soon sold this mine for a healthy little sum and\\nturned my attention to the development and exploita-\\ntion of another mine which I got under similar curious\\ncircumstances.\\nFrank Austin was a ranch hand working in a logging\\ncamp near Snohomish, and had a small shack located on\\na homestead. He supported his family by working in\\nthe camp, and hoped eventually to prove upon his land.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Strikes Made by Curious Means. 75\\nHe was not a miner and never thought much about\\nmines.\\nOne night he dreamed of a region of yellow gold and\\nbright silver. Surface views showed the precious met-\\nals in large quantities. The dream was so vivid that all\\nthe surrounding objects were thoroughly impressed on\\nhis memory. All the next day he kept thinking about\\nhis dream. He tried to convince himself that he was\\nnot a superstitious man, but he told his wife of his\\ndream, and she, too, was much surprised with the cir-\\ncumstances. He had no money to go out prospecting,\\nbut one day he saw me, and called me aside and re-\\npeated his story. I laughed as he told me, yet after as-\\nsuring myself that the fellow w r as honest, I pulled out a\\nlarge roll of bills which I always carried, and gave\\nhim some, telling him if he thought he could find any-\\nthing he might try. A month afterward I received a\\nletter telling me a rich mine had been discovered.\\nThe peculiar part of it is that the Alpha mine was on\\na ledge where neither gold nor silver had ever been\\nfound before, and Austin discovered it just as it ap-\\npeared to him in his dream.\\nAll this goes to show that luck often plays a promi-\\nnent part in striking it rich, which, if I may be per-\\nmitted to compare great things with small, recalls the\\nfollowing incident. Until this occurred I had been a\\nfirm believer in the old adage, Honesty is the best\\npolicy. It was on the Northern Pacific Railroad, the\\nfirst day out of Seattle, on one of my flights across the\\ncontinent. I had spent a very pleasant evening in the\\nsmojdng compartment of the Pullman and was about\\nretiring to my berth when, lo and behold, as I\\nreached about the middle of the car, there lay imme-\\ndiately in front of my toes a great, big, fat pocketbook.\\nAt the same time something else met my vision. It\\nwas a pair of red stockings sticking out from under the\\ncurtains of the berth to my right; and I got the impres-\\nsion that the owner of the red stockings was also the\\nowner of the pocketbook. Picking up the pocketbook,\\nI thrust it through the folds of the curtains, restoring\\nthe book, as I thought, to the owner. Now, all this was\\na matter of impulse, or honesty, call it which you will,\\nbut it caused me a sleepless night, partly from regret", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "76 Jim Wardner.\\nfor having given tip the boodle and partly from fear\\nthat the man with the red stockings was not the origi-\\nnal owner.\\nWell, the next day in the dining-car a gentleman with\\nred stockings, which were plainly to be seen over the\\ntops of his low shoes, was enjoying with friend that\\nbest of all good things, a great, big, cold bottle of\\nMumm s Extra Dry. Later in the day we became ac-\\nquainted, and the fruits of our acquaintance were an-\\nother bottle of Mumm s, and still another. Then my\\nnew-found friend became loquacious, and finally con-\\nfidential. He told me of the funniest experience of\\nhis life, and after having dilated fully on his good luck,\\nhere is what he said\\nSay, look here I don t mind telling you confiden-\\ntially that I had the d 1 time of my life last night.\\nJust going to bed just got my shoes off, and if some\\nfool didn t go and shove a pocketbook right into my\\nhand and went away, never saying a word.\\nIs that so said I. Was there anything in the\\nbook?\\nWell, I guess there was, said he. An even hun-\\ndred bucks.\\nHave you got the book says I.\\nNot much, says he, but I ve got the contents.\\nWell, I says, I am the fool that gave you that\\npocketbook, and I want fifty bucks right now. He\\nhanded them over after considerable expostulation. And\\nthe strange part of the story is that we never found the\\nowner.\\nThe man who lost the pocketbook, in all probability,\\ngot off at Spokane. Well, I did not make any serious\\nefforts to find him, yet if he is alive and reads this ac-\\ncount and can give his name, and if he needs it more\\nthan I do, he can have my share and the man with the\\nred stockings has cheerfully agreed to follow suit.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XV.\\nA GREWSOME AWAKENING.\\nTo have a well-filled pocketbook thrust upon you\\ndoesn t often occur, but, speaking of odd happenings,\\nmy old friend, the Hon. Alexander McKenzie, who has\\nfilled many official positions of trust, and is universally\\nknown and respected throughout North and South\\nDakota, told me a good one on himself one day. At\\nthe time of this event he was the sheriff of Burleigh\\ncounty, in North Dakota, and resided in Bismarck.\\nHis duties caused many a long ride over hard roads and\\nprairies, swimming streams, and climbing steep ascents.\\nIt was on one of these chases for criminals in the vicin-\\nity of the Missouri River, that, tired and weary, he un-\\nsaddled his horse at mid-day to refresh himself at a\\nstream and have a few moments rest in the shade of a\\nlittle tree. Tying his horse by the bridle rein to this\\ntree, he lay down and dozed off to sleep.\\nThe cayuse, however, would not have it that way.\\nUneasy and restive, like all cayuses, he pulled and\\njerked backward, and this caused a swaying of the tree.\\nMr. McKenzie was suddenly awakened by heavy ob-\\njects falling upon and around him. The cayuse was\\nstill pulling, and finally the sheriff ran for safety to es-\\ncape a perfect shower of human hands, feet and heads.\\nThe fact of the matter was that the cayuse had stood\\nthere and deliberately shaken down an old Indian\\ngraveyard.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVI.\\nshorty.\\nAfter the sale of Bunker Hill and Sullivan came a\\ndiscovery of gold mines in the South Fork. Mr. Ber-\\nnard Goldsmith and I invested heavily in these proper-\\nties. I quote from a Spokane newspaper in the month\\nof August, 1887 Through the indomitable energy\\nand perseverance of James F. Wardner, Spokane Falls\\nhas had $250,000 invested in buildings and improve-\\nments within her limits. This same genius now turns\\nfrom the baser metal and gives the neglected gold mines\\nof the matchless South Fork the benefit of his energy,\\nwisdom, and experience, and behold the result Can\\ntoo much praise be given the hardy prospector who\\nOpens the vault where the gold-dust shines,\\nAnd gives us the key to the silver mines\\nThese properties were not a success financially.\\nIn connection with them, however, I must tell you\\nabout Shorty.\\nShorty was a case. In the summer of 1888 he was\\ngeneral utility man of the Alma and Nellie Wood mines,\\nsituated about six miles from the town of Wardner,\\nIdaho. I was at that time general manager. It hap-\\npened that one of the tunnels caved in and buried un-\\nder the d6bris a poor unfortunate German, the first fatal\\naccident that had occurred during my administration\\nand the only accident that ever occurred in any mine\\nwith the management of which I was connected during\\nmy long years in the business.\\nWell, Shorty was the one who was to superintend\\nthe funeral of the German digging the grave, making\\narrangements with the undertaker, summoning the per-\\nson who was to read the burial service, and the rest.\\nBut somehow everything went wrong with Shorty.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "Shorty r 79\\nThere was a hitch from the start. The burial place\\nwas on the summit of a divide, and the cayuses shied\\nand balked in the most unceremonious manner. Arriv-\\ning at the grave, Shorty was again put to worry and\\ntrouble by discovering that the hole was about six inches\\ntoo short for the box. Four of the attendants with picks\\nand shovels soon remedied that, however, and the burial\\nproceeded. The Episcopal service was read, and the\\nminer reading it had instructed another standing near\\nto carry out the usual exercises. As the words ashes\\nto ashes and dust to dust were slowly read, Bill P\\nbegan to throw in gravel on top of the box, first with\\nhis hands and then with a shovel. At this Shorty s\\nconsternation and anger knew no bounds. He jumped\\nfrom one person to another, asserting vehemently that\\nthe d n fool was crazy and was breaking up the funeral.\\nShorty was bound to have it so, too, and could not\\nbe stopped until Bill Black got him by the arm and\\nassured him it was part of the ceremony.\\nShorty is one of those big-hearted characters who\\nnever forgive an insult. The act on the part of Bill\\nP he considered a personal insult and as one never\\nto be forgiven or forgotten.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVII.\\nSPOKANE.\\nAnd How it Happened That I Became a Member of the Ancient\\nand Honorable Order of Happy Grangers.\\nOf course, these sales and the rapid growth of Coeur\\nd Alene thrust prosperity on Spokane, and its property-\\nboomed. We all bought, and as new railroads came in\\nwith new people and plenty of money from the East, it\\ngrew from a sprightly town into a beautiful city.\\nScourged by fire and the terrors of the depreciation of\\nreal estate, Spokane has come out of the ashes, her\\nvalues are rapidly getting back to the old prices, and the\\nwealth of a thousand mines is being poured into her lap\\nof luxury.\\nSpokane is one of the most wonderful cities in the\\nUnited States to-day wonderful in its beauty, wonder-\\nful for the most magnificent water-power, which divides\\nthe city in two wonderful for the stability of its banks,\\non the minds of whose officers recollections of the writer\\nmust be indelibly impressed; wonderful for the zeal of\\nits inhabitants and their loyalty to the welfare of the\\ntown most wonderful that in the short space of ten\\nyears it has grown from a town of 2,000 people to a city\\nof 30,000, and that to-day it is, as it were, the center and\\nhub of the wheel of the greatest mining country in the\\nUnited States.\\nTributary to this city we have Rossland, West Koote-\\nnay, East Kootenay, Slokan, Coeur d Alene, the Okonag-\\nan mining district and the mines of the Pend d Oreille.\\nIts vast agricultural surroundings have also contributedto\\nits success. The wheat that is ground in the city is eaten\\nin the Orient, and the early fruits of the Snake River\\nwill find their way to Cape Nome. The magnificent\\nproducts of Spokane s henneries and her creameries have", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Spokane. 81\\nalready found a ready market in the Klondike, and her\\nhay and feed products are sent to the Philippines. The va-\\nrious mining camps spoken of demand good things and\\ngood prices, and the combination of supply and demand is\\na most fortunate and healthful proposition for Spokane.\\nWhile traveling in the East and in the West I have no-\\nticed the differences in individuals, and have studied\\nout the cause that produces the effect. For instance, in\\nConnecticut we have one individuality, in New York\\nanother, and in Virginia and Kentucky still others.\\nThese individualities are made and formed, first, from\\nhereditary causes, and, second, from climatic influences\\nbut there exists in one part of the United States a par-\\nticularly distinctive individuality I am speaking of the\\ncitizens of Spokane. The old adage that Birds of a\\nfeather flock together proves true in every way and\\nevery day, and more than asserts itself in the city of\\nSpokane. It would seem that no demand, up to date,\\non the citizens of that city, where money has been\\nneeded to promote its welfare, has proven too great.\\nThe outsider who views its commercial prosperity\\nand network of railways that make it as good as a ter-\\nminal, the never-ending improvements to be seen in its\\nsuburbs, and the busy stir in its streets, wonders what\\nis the cause of it all. The cause is the never-falter-\\ning, never-failing, unflinching loyalty of the Spokane\\ncitizen for the best interests of Spokane.\\nThe Spokesman-Review has wisely said that Spokane\\nis the undisputed trade, industrial, railroad, educa-\\ntional and social center of a rapidly developing country.\\nFrom a social point of view, I will say that the man\\nwho has once resided in Spokane will never claim any\\nother place as his residence. It is my privilege to insert\\nin this little book these few recollections, that lead me\\nback to many, many happy days gone by.\\nSpokane now has hundreds of mining men who have\\nmade a legitimate success, and one looks back with\\npleasure to the rustling and struggling and true merit\\nand square dealing of such men as Finch, Clark,\\nMcCauley, Williamson, Sweeney, the boss rustler;\\nCrane, Loring, D. C. Corbin, Austin Corbin, George W.\\nDickinson, Barney Barinds, C. G. Griffith, Billy Alper-\\nson, C. D. Porter, Peter Porter, George Darby, George", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "82 Jim Wardner.\\nHughes, Fred Kelly, Jack Wilmot, Senator Turner,\\nOliver Durant, Alec McCune, Scott McDonald, Uncle\\nJohn Davenport, Billy Harris, and a hundred others\\nwhose success has been rightfully earned and who have\\nthe congratulations of everybody.\\nIt was in Spokane, shortly before the time of which\\nI am now writing, that I had the pleasure of meet-\\ning W. J. McConnell, afterward Governor McConnell\\nof Idaho. The Governor was at that time in Spokane\\non business for his lodge, The Ancient and Honorable\\nOrder of Happy Grangers, of which he is the grand\\npatriarch of the world. McConnell installed me as\\ngeneral patriarch of Idaho. While we have much in\\nour lodge of a secret nature, yet our main motto is,\\nNever refuse a drink nor kick a dog. I believe I am\\nregarded as a good member of the organization,", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVIII.\\nDUTCH JAKE.\\nThe Most Remarkable Character in the Great Northwest Philan-\\nthropist, Theatrical Manager, and All- Round Sport He Runs\\na Keno Layout by Electricity.\\nJacob Goetz, of the city of Spokane, Washington, is\\nthe most noted and unique character in the great North-\\nwest. He is a man of wealth, influence, and strange\\npeculiarities. For more than twenty years he has been\\nknown throughout Montana, Idaho, Oregon and Wash-\\nington as Dutch Jake/ He is in the prime of a life\\nthat may cease suddenly, but he will never grow old in\\nappearance.\\nMore than fifteen years ago he went into the Coeur\\nd Alene country with hundreds of other stampeders and\\nhauled all his worldly possessions from Thompson s\\nFalls to Murray on a toboggan. Between his broad\\nDutch smile and his fairly good whiskey, he became\\npopular with the miners and made money rapidly.\\nBeing the owner of rich bar-diggings at Potosi, it was\\nhis habit whenever he saw a man who was broke to\\ngive him an outfit and tell him to go to work at the\\ndiggings and take out enough gold to give himself a\\nstart.\\nDutch Jake remembered back in the States arosy-\\ncheeked girl that he had been fond of, and he wrote for\\nher to come out to the mountains and share his increas-\\ning wealth. She came, and in 1887, on the 17th day of\\nJanuary, Murray witnessed the greatest and grandest\\nwedding of its history. Jake published a notice in the\\nlocal newspaper, inviting all persons within the limits\\nof Montana, Idaho and Washington, to come to his wed-\\nding. Then he had posters printed and posted up on\\nthe mountain walls and the big trees and every sightly", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "84 Jim Wardner.\\nplace, asking all readers to join the feast and festivities\\nat Murray, Idaho, the last line of the invitation reading,\\nNobody barred.\\nThe day of Dutch Jake s wedding opened with the\\nfiring of dynamite salutes in every camp and cafion\\nwhere miners were at work. The only brass band in\\nthe district blew its blasts and beat its drums all day\\nlong, and wines and liquors were in exhaustless quanti-\\nties for every person s indulgence. There were fire-\\nworks and feasting and dancing. The marriage cere-\\nmony was performed in the midst of the biggest crowd\\nthat ever gathered at one time and place in the Coeur\\nd Alene Mountains. The presents were numerous and\\nvery expensive. A week before the wedding I went\\nto Spokane Falls and carried orders from more than two\\nhundred friends and admirers to purchase presents for\\nthe happy couple. I remember that one package of\\nsilverware weighed over 700 pounds. The variety of\\nwedding presents was not only wonderful but astound-\\ning, covering every necessity of living, including the\\nbedroom.\\nDutch Jake never failed to grubstake miners who\\nappealed to his generosity, and one day he helped to\\noutfit Phil O Rourke, Con Sullivan and L. H. Kellogg.\\nA part of the outfit was a thoroughbred jackass, which\\nbecame widely known as Kellogg s Jack and as the\\nreal discoverer of the Bunker Hill and Sullivan mine;\\nhe threatened at one time to outrival even Dutch\\nJake himself in importance and notoriety. That was\\na lucky grubstake for Jake. It netted him $100,000\\nwhen the mine was sold.\\nAfter receiving this money, Dutch Jake moved to\\nSpokane Falls, and then, with Harry F. Baer as a part-\\nner, he built the first brick building in that thriving\\nWestern city and established the most curious combi-\\nnation of theater, saloon, gambling house, dance hall\\nand hotel free to any and all persons who were broke\\nthat has ever been brought together under one roof.\\nThe great fire swept away Goetz Baer s place, and\\nupon the site of the old building they erected an estab-\\nlishment which by uniqueness, together with the eccen-\\ntricities of Dutch Jake and the stability of his part-\\nner, Harry F. Baer, created a tremendous patronage, so", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "JACOB GOETZ.\\n(DUTCH JAKE.)", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "Dutch faker 85\\ngreat that in time they were obliged to increase their\\ninstitution, until to-day, not even in the city of New York,\\nand I doubt if in all the world, can a like institution\\nbe found. Money has been lavishly spent on the fittings,\\ncarpets and general fixtures of four immense floors. The\\nsize of the property is 100 by no feet, and the various\\noccupations of this weird establishment are owned and\\ncontrolled by the proprietors. The first floor is tiled,\\nand in one corner, as you enter the barroom, is a fine\\nbarber shop with an entrance leading into a Turkish\\nbath department. This Turkish bath department has\\nalso an entrance from the street. A person can get any-\\nthing he wants in this place of business drink, bath,\\nmeal, bed, shave, go to the theater, dance hall or gam-\\nbling room. The house is of pressed brick, has the latest\\nmodern improvements, is steam-heated, and lighted by\\ngas and electricity. The lighting plant is owned by the\\nproprietors and is established in the basement, where\\none will also find large liquor and lunch counters. The\\nbar on the first floor is an exceedingly beautiful affair.\\nThe fixtures are of cherry and the mirrors French plate.\\nOn this floor and to the right of the bar is the only por-\\ntrait in the building. This portrait is circular, has a\\ndiameter of three feet, and the frame is six inches in\\nwidth, beautifully variegated, of gold and silver. It is\\na portrait of Jim Wardner, of Wardner, Idaho.\\nTake the stairway leading to the theater, club rooms\\nand the dance hall. The theater takes in the second\\nand third floors, and the fourth floor is the dance hall.\\nAbout one-third of the second floor is occupied by the\\nclub room. In this room every known game of chance\\nis played. First of all, that wonderful and original game\\nof Dutch Jake s, keno, by electricity. The electrical\\nwork in this game is of such a character that it guaran-\\ntees both the player and the proprietor absolute fair-\\nness.\\nThere is no calling out of numbers, for the balls which\\nare drawn are placed in a groove corresponding to the\\nnumber of the ball, and the decline of the little sphere\\noperates an electric wire which causes the card bearing\\nthe number of the ball to appear upon the wall, so that\\nthe noise of the caller and possible mistakes are avoided.\\nHere also we find the games of roulette, stud poker,", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "86 Jim Wardner.\\nfaro, Klondike and craps, played by an immense and\\nmotley assemblage.\\nUnder no circumstances does the concern permit minors\\nto frequent the gambling hall, and often Dutch Jake\\nwill advise married men who he thinks are spending\\ntoo much money at his establishment to go home and\\nkeep away from the game. He is a domestic man him-\\nself and cannot tolerate anything that infringes upon\\nthe supreme rights of women and children. Dutch\\nJake would never be able to understand why New\\nYork men sit calmly in street cars and elevated trains\\nand permit women to stand.\\nFine lunch counters are all over the house, and\\nthe goods sold are the very best. Dutch Jake s\\ngoods are like his character. While whiskey will not\\nbe considered by many people in the world with any\\ndegree of toleration, yet nobody doubts the purity\\nof Dutch Jake s whiskey, and it is the same with his\\ncharacter. Few men in his line of business have so in-\\ndelibly stamped upon the minds of any community\\ntheir honesty and integrity as has Dutch Jake.\\nThere are 144 men and women working in this estab-\\nlishment. Here you find barkeepers, barbers, carpenters,\\ngamblers, actors, electricians, waiters, and boot-blacks.\\nThe house never closes its doors. It is a continuous per-\\nformance the year round. Dutch Jake is a good pay-\\nmaster, and the average pay of his 144 employees is $4\\nper day. A faro dealer in that country earns $10 per\\nday. Thus, you see, the salary list is $576 per day.\\nI almost forgot to mention one of the principal rooms\\nin this house. It is devoted by this humanitarian to the\\npoor and needy who stroll into his place asking for a\\nmeal and a place to lie down. In this apartment any\\npoor man is permitted to lie down and also to receive\\none square meal a day free of charge. In this room I\\nhave seen in the early hours of a bitter cold and stormy\\nmorning hundreds of these poor fellows huddled to-\\ngether, covered only with a blanket which Dutch\\nJake would always furnish them. Here the men are\\ncompelled to be neat, and if a lodger desires a bath he\\nis escorted to the bath-room. Cleanliness is one of\\nu Dutch Jake s hobbies.\\nDutch Jake s partner, Harry F. Baer, has been", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Dutch faker 87\\nassociated with him many years and is the only partner\\nJake ever had. The fact that there has never been any\\ndisagreement between them proves that both are of the\\nright sort square, reliable, and generous. Their names\\ngenerally head the subscriptions for public charitable\\nobjects.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIX.\\nFAIRHAVEN, WASHINGTON.\\nBut to return to the subject of these memoirs\\nEighteen eighty -nine was a bad year for me I tried\\nwheat, oil, stocks, and spent much money prospecting\\nmy expenses were very high. I still had a champagne\\nappetite, but only a lager beer income. I decided to go\\nto Gov. Hauser and get a job buying ore for the Helena\\nsmelters.\\nI got aboard a Northern Pacific train at Spokane, and\\nthere met Mr. Nelson Bennett, the great contractor and\\nbig-hearted millionaire. I was side-tracked to fortune.\\nHe said Jim, I want you. I am building up a great\\ncity Fairhaven, Washington, will be the terminal point\\nof three great overland railroads. I am building a rail-\\nroad that will top them all. Fairhaven is the coming\\nmetropolis of Puget Sound. I am going to New York\\nnow, and if I wire to you at Helena to come to New\\nYork, you come.\\nAt Garrison Junction we parted, he going via Butte\\nand I going via Helena. But, after wabbling the mat-\\nter over in my mind for an hour, I concluded to go\\nright through to New York, and take Helena in as a\\nby-product, as it were, afterward.\\nWell, I saw Mr. Bennett when he registered at the\\nFifth Avenue Hotel, but he didn t see me. However,\\nin a couple of days I made myself known to him, and\\nhe said It s all right go ahead, boom her Here s\\na letter to Wilson. When will you start?\\nTo-night this minute, I said; quick as you write\\nthat letter.\\nBack I went. I felt that everything was all right. A\\nwave of prosperity was rolling westward, and I was on\\nthe crest. Everything came my way. I stopped on the\\nway one day with my family in Spokane, and during\\nthe time bonded the Boston mine in the Cascades, which", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Fair haven y Washington. 89\\nI afterward sold for $25,000. I hurried on to the coast,\\nand found Tacoma, Seattle, and Anacortes red-hot\\ninvestors flocking in from everywhere but not a word\\nabout Fairhaven.\\nI took the old tub Eliza Anderson and landed at Fair-\\nhaven, where I met Chas. D. Francis at the wharf. The\\none locomotive that belonged to the railroad, ten miles\\nlong, was switching a carload of lumber. That same\\ncarload was switched on the arrival of every boat.\\nFrancis asked me my business, and I told him I was\\ngoing to look around, and might start a bank. He said\\nhe already had a permit from the United States Treas-\\nurer to start a National Bank, but he could not see any-\\nthing but stumps and trees for depositors and customers.\\nHe was afterward my cashier in the First National Bank\\nof Fairhaven.\\nI went to the headquarters of the Fairhaven Land\\nCompany, and there met my old friends, E. M. Wilson,\\nCogill, and Gov. George Black. I exhibited my letter\\nand bought 135 lots, 25 per cent, down; balance, three,\\nsix, nine and twelve months. I had $10,000 in cash,\\nand this I at once invested in options on business prop-\\nerty right in the heart of Fairhaven, for which I paid\\nfrom $100 to $250 per front foot. In one month I had\\norganized the Fairhaven Water Works Company, the\\nFairhaven Electric Light Company, the Samish Lake\\nLogging and Milling Company, the Cascade Club, First\\nNational Bank, and the Fairhaven National Bank, of\\nwhich I was president. I was also president of the first\\nthree named corporations, and vice-president of the\\nCascade Club and the First National Bank. Modesty,\\nyou will notice, never kept me in the background. The\\ntown was incorporated E. M. Wilson was elected Mayor\\nand I was elected Alderman. Here I made a record.\\nDuring the year, I think I seconded four motions and\\nmoved to adjourn each time I was present.\\nBut I am getting ahead of my story. So close did\\nI invest my money and so busy was I that I arrived in\\nTacoma broke/ forgetting thac I had told my wife to\\nmeet me there, and that we would go to San Francisco\\ntogether. She had been waiting for me two days. She\\nis a great waiter. Just keep her anticipating and she\\nis perfectly happy. She grows fat on promises and is", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "go Jim Wardner.\\nhappy in financial adversity. I got hold of her acci-\\ndentally and I have educated her splendidly. The click\\nof the nightlock bothers her no longer. She does not\\nimplicitly believe what I say consequently she has\\nfew disappointments. I do not confide my business to\\nher, and she is not worried and never blamed. I taught\\nher early to go out alone hence she is courageous. I\\nguess we are both of us of the same opinion on every\\nsubject, for we never gossip or debate. She was bright\\nand intelligent when I got hold of her and was easy to\\neducate. The time to educate them is in their youth.\\nWell, there she was, waiting for me.\\nGot any money says I.\\nShe says, Nit.\\nBoth broke, and bound for San Francisco.\\nWell, this is a predicament. Let me see what I can\\ndo, I said.\\nThis was at the Tacoma Hotel. You remember I\\ntold you I was side-tracked to success. Well, I was\\ndown in the office, deliberating whom to draw on, when\\nGen. Curry, who was sitting on the other side of the\\noffice, called to me and said, They say you are making\\nthings howl up in Fairhaven a whole boat-load of\\nbuyers from Spokane went up to-night. Say, can t you\\nput me on Here; and handing me a crisp yellow\\nbank-bill, value $500, he said, Put this where it will\\ndo the best.\\nAs I owned the best lots in town I soothed my con-\\nscience by right then and there picking out in my mind\\na couple for him. I returned to the waiting wife,\\nshowed her that sweet $500- William, and, in answer\\nto her wondering question, said, A bird flew in at the\\nwindow with it. Most peculiar and best of women if\\nyou did not believe it, you certainly showed no evidence\\nof doubt.\\nGen. Curry had no cause to regret his investment.\\nIn San Francisco I learned that realty in Fairhaven\\nwas jumping to beat the band, and back I went and\\ntook a new hold. I made $60,000 clean in cash in sixty\\ndays, and bought a coal prospect and named it the\\nBlue Canon Coal Mine then I formed a company, of\\nwhich I was president, and issued 500,000 shares of\\nstock, and incorporated the Marble Creek Marble Com-", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "Fairliaven, Washington. 91\\npany, capital stock, $100,000, of which company I was\\nvice-president.\\nIn connection with my Fairhaven experience, the fol-\\nlowing letter is self-explanatory\\nFairhaven, Dec. 1, 1891.\\nCaptain J. R. Matthews and Members of Wardner Hose\\nCo. No. 2.\\nMy Dear Friends Permit me to thank you for an\\nelegantly framed photograph showing all the members\\nof your splendid company. I feel that I do not deserve\\nthe compliment that you bestowed upon me when you\\nchristened the company, and this further testimonial of\\nyour regard and I more fully appreciate these honors\\nwhen I consult the record of your meritorious conduct\\nsince your organization. You need no other testimoni-\\nals of your gallantry and vigilance than the silent, black\\nand charred wrecks that might have been the starters\\nof a great conflagration. I trust that you will keep up\\nyour strength in numbers and continue to protect our\\nimperial city. Pay no attention to adverse criticism. A\\nvolunteer fire company is and always has been the em-\\nbodiment of all that is brave and unselfish.\\nHoping in the near future to be able to show my ap-\\npreciation in a more substantial manner, I remain, boys,\\nyour friend, J. F. Wardner.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XX.\\nMY CAT RANCH.\\nThen I started my cat ranch. Much has been said\\nand much has been written about my celebrated cat\\nranch, located on an island about six miles from Fair-\\nhaven, Washington. So many bright writers have been\\nthere, and have seen my novel experiment and specula-\\ntion, that I will let them tell the story themselves. I\\nmust, however, remark that, although the product did\\nnot equal my anticipation, I cannot blame Mr. Samuel\\nWeller, of Cincinnati, who was my sole manager and\\npurveyor to the cats. This gentleman was a cat man,\\nand his father was a cat man before him. If he finally\\nerred in judgment it was from excessive zeal, and I\\nforgive him. Now, as all my visitors, like my cats, had\\ntales, let us listen a bit\\nFrom the New York Tribune\\nBLACK CATS FOR PROFIT.\\nA new industry is always interesting. And it is es-\\npecially attractive if it shows great possibilities and\\nhints of perhaps becoming a source of national wealth.\\nThere comes at this time from the new State of Wash-\\nington a report of such an industry. We refer to the\\nblack-cat ranch just established at Fairhaven by the\\nConsolidated Black Cat Company, Limited.\\n11 We trust that our readers will understand that the\\norganization of this company is a fact. Mr. James F.\\nWardner, of Fairhaven, is president. The names of the\\nother officers are not given in the San Francisco dis-\\npatch which brings the intelligence, but the plan and\\nobject of the company are quite fully explained. The\\ncompany has bought an island in Puget Sound, and is", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "My Cat Ranch. 93\\nalready taking steps to secure all of the black cats in the\\nneighborhood. Several carloads will be shipped from\\nSan Francisco next week. The cats will all be placed\\non the island and shelter provided for them. An island\\nis selected in preference to the mainland, that the cats\\nmaybe kept separate from others and the pure black\\ncat propagated. Men will be employed to take care of\\nthe cats and to feed them regularly three times a day.\\nThey will live mostly on fish caught in the surrounding\\nwaters, so the expense of keeping them will be small.\\nWe should bear in mind that cats are extremely fond of\\nfish and invariably thrive on it. During the day the\\ncats will wander about the island, sun themselves on the\\nrocks or lie in the shade of the trees, as the condition of\\nthe weather may dictate. An hour before sundown the\\nmen will go out and gradually scat them into their\\nquarters. The natural tendency of the cat is, of course,\\nto roam about at night, and to howl in a heartrending\\nkey, and fight others of its species with great vigor.\\nThis undoubtedly improves both the voice and the fight-\\ning qualities of the animal, but as the Consolidated Black\\nCat Company is not raising its cats for either their vocal\\nor belligerent qualities, it is thought best to inclose them\\nat night if the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to\\nAnimals does not interfere. In rounding up the cats at\\nnight the men will not be allowed to use bootjacks or\\nother missiles usually employed in the treatment of\\nthese animals, and no dog will be allowed on the island.\\nOf course it is entirely too early for any valuable\\nspeculation as to the probable financial success of the\\ncompany. After it has placed its first shipment of black\\ncat-skins on the market, perhaps some definite conclu-\\nsion can be arrived at in this regard. It is a new in-\\ndustry, but that is no proof that it may not be a brilliant\\nsuccess. There is always a considerable demand for\\nblack cat-skins in certain parts of Missouri and Arkan-\\nsas for medical use, a plaster made on the hide side of\\nthe skin of a black cat killed in the dark of the moon\\nbeing greatly esteemed by many local practitioners, but\\nthe home supply probably fully meets the demand. A\\ngeneral demand must be created. In some respects\\nthe time seems to be ripe for the Consolidated Black\\nCat Company, Limited.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "94 Jim Wardner.\\nFrom the Sioux City Journal:\\nA company was organized with a capital stock of\\n$200,000, and an island of about 1,000 acres in extent,\\nlocated in Bellingham Bay, in the upper part of Puget\\nSound, was obtained to carry on the farming. Then a\\ngrand skirmish was made to get black cats. The Pacific\\nCoast States were ransacked, and nearly every incoming\\ntrain was loaded with black cats, which were immedi-\\nately taken to the island, or cat factory/ as we called\\nit. They were in charge of a number of men, who\\nfurnished food by seine-fishing in the bay, and a\\ncertain number were killed during the year to pay\\ncurrent expenses. When I left, a good black cat s pelt\\nwas worth $2, and the company was making a mint of\\nmoney.\\nCats fur makes up elegantly into muffs and capes,\\nand I see they are beginning to be quite popular. The\\npelts that are spotted are colored black, and sold as a\\ncheap grade. There is going to be plenty of money in\\nthe industry for Jim Wardner and his company, and I\\nthink it will only be a matter of a short time until other\\ncompanies are formed and like industries established on\\nsome of the numerous islands in the Sound. It beats\\nskunk and rattlesnake farming ten to one, and is less\\ndisagreeable and much more profi table/\\nFrom Col. W. J. Parkinson s speech in Rochester\\nbefore the New York Fur Men s Association\\nImagine two thousand acres of land devoted en-\\ntirely to the cultivation, or rearing, of cats black cats,\\ngray cats, torn cats, and yellow cats, the ten thousand\\nalready supposed to be there being daily added to by\\nthe myriad agents Jim has constantly in the field.\\nImagine these two thousand acres cut up into con-\\nvenient divisions, with drying sheds and barns, meat\\nand slaughter houses, grass and sand lots, for these\\nfeline pets to whisk about in. Every thirty days, or\\neach month in the year, five hundred of these cats are\\npresumed to be killed, and their hides hung up to dry, or\\ngot ready otherwise for the market. In no other place in\\nthe world is another such industry to be found; and the", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "My Cat Ranch. 95\\ninteresting part of the whole business is, how, when\\nyour expert fur dealers from the East send their\\nagents out through the Northwest for skins of various\\nkinds, you pick up bale after bale of Jim Wardner s cat-\\nskins at different points along the coast, and when they\\nreach you and your customers they become known as\\nhood seals/ (Laughter.)\\nOf course, not being an expert, I know nothing\\nabout this part of the trade, but I never visit Puget\\nSound without going to Jim Wardner s cat ranch. You\\nwill find Jim a most genial fellow, the head of a delight-\\nful family, and always enthusiastic over this pet project\\nof his life his cat ranch. You who are in the fur trade\\nshould write to him, as it may be for your interests to\\ndo so. His address is Jim Wardner, Fairhaven, Wash-\\nington, care Wardner s cat ranch.\\nFrom the Glasgow Herald\\nThere is an island in Bellingham Bay where a local\\nstatute forever enjoins all residents and casual visitors\\nfrom exclaiming rats! not that any one having the\\nleast regard for the amenities of good society or the\\nrefinements of polite conversation would ever be guilty\\nof uttering an expression so uncouth, but, perhaps, the\\nstatute is framed solely as a means of self -protection,\\nand as a means of preventing a riotous outbreak among\\nthe colonists.\\nA thousand black cats, and every one of them as\\nblack as fabled Erebus Enough to supply all the old\\nhags and beldames who have bestrode broomsticks and\\nwhirled dizzily around in the wild dances of Walpurgis\\nNight or at the diabolical orgies of the Witches Sab-\\nbath, with Satanic companions into which to transform\\nthemselves, upon occasion, from the days of the old\\nwoman at Endor to those of the prophetess of the\\nSeattle fire.\\nSome dozen or more men are said to be now em-\\nployed in caring for these imps of darkness and the in-\\nclosure which confines them the imps, not the men\\nis of large extent, covering nearly as much ground as a\\nSeattle block.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "96 Jim Wardner.\\nFrom the Seattle Times\\nBLACK CAT COMPANY SELLS ITS RANCH.\\nWe are reliably informed by Mr. Samuel Weller,\\nlate general manager and purveyor to Wardner s black\\ncats, that the vicious and cannibalistic experiment of\\nputting cat into cat by means of soup resulted dis-\\nastrously to the cats. He says that Mr. Wardner s idea\\nof an endless chain won t work in this industry. He\\nsays that any company can make a conservative profit\\nraising black cats on fish and selling their hides only,\\nbut to use these cats as an article of food for one an-\\nother is avarice, and promotes cannibalism.\\nGood-bye, Mr. Weller Good-bye to you Good-\\nbye to the cats forever. In good Latin, Scat, get out\\nin peace\\nAfter Mr. Weller had taken up the cat man s burden\\nand I had sloughed off the trials and tribulations of a\\nconstantly increasing cat business, I found time to pros-\\npect a little. It was on one of these tours into the great\\nCascade range of Washington that I, as recounted in the\\nfollowing chapter, met one of my most interesting ex-\\nperiences.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXI.\\nhotel be bum.\\nIt was dark, cold, dreary day in November when I\\npulled my horse up, tired, muddy and wet, at the foot of\\none of the great glaciers in the Cascade district of\\nWashington. I saw to my right a pine-bark shack,\\nmarked in letters of charcoal, Hotel de Bum. It was\\ncomposed of a roof and one side, a few pine-boughs in\\nthe background, and several old blankets.\\nPresently, rushing down the mountain, and singing at\\nthe top of his voice, followed by his partner, came the\\nproprietor. No man ever received a heartier welcome\\nby a genial landlord than myself. After registering in\\nhis diary, he discoursed on the hardships of running a\\nhotel in that country and the difficulty of getting cooks,\\nbut, as an offset, he spoke of the cheapness of rent and ice.\\nSupper is now ready in the dining-room, he said\\nso, after furnishing my horse with a substantial meal of\\noats, which I carried with me, we three, in the cold rain,\\nstood around that rock amidst the profuse excuses of the\\nproprietor as to the repairs he intended to make in the\\ndining-room. With the same politeness he escorted me\\nto room one, about three feet of space next to the end\\nof the shack. For a pillow I used my saddle, with the\\nremaining oats to soften up things. I had been asleep\\nbut a short time when I felt the oats slipping out from\\nunder my head. Quietly lighting my candle, I saw a\\nhuge wood-rat tugging away on the sack. Hastily\\nseizing my boot, I made a crack at him, only to miss him\\nand awake the proprietor.\\nWhat s the matter with No. i he inquired.\\nRats, I replied.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "98 Jim Wardner.\\nYou ve got em, said he. Now go to sleep, or I ll\\ncharge you extra for gas. See\\nThen the fun began. I never heard such a rumpus.\\nThe glaciers above us roared like artillery and cracked\\nwith mighty noises as fissure after fissure was rent, and\\nthey scrunched and grated and pushed themselves down\\nthrough deep beds of gravel and slush. The heavens\\nwere red with electric illuminations going on on high,\\nand, finally, the rain came down as never before. Little\\nrivulets from the mountain soon filled the trenches\\naround our hotel, and the trickling sensation made\\nme aware of the presence of water around me. Light-\\ning the candle, I found that the water was coursing\\nright through my bed. Just then I heard from my\\nlandlord.\\nWell, what the h 1 is the matter now with No. 1\\n41 Water, said I bed full of it\\nWell, you told me you wanted an outside room and\\na bath, and you ve got it. Now, d n you, go to\\nsleep, and don t wake the cook.\\nI soon got the water turned, and slept soundly until\\nmorning. I left after breakfast, but have never forgot-\\nten the Hotel de Bum.\\nSoon after this incident, I spent an evening in the\\ncamp of my old friend Jim Sheehan, now the noted\\npolitician and much-loved citizen of Seattle, and here\\nbecame acquainted for the first time with a gentleman\\nin whose company I have shared many happy hours\\nbut notwithstanding our friendship I cannot forbear, for\\nthe good of the book and its readers, relating what hap-\\npened one Christmas eve. It was like this\\nGathered around a social table in Jim s frumenti\\nsanctum were a few of us that are left. I will say here\\nthat Jim s generosity was proverbial, and on this Christ-\\nmas eve, filled with memories of the blessed occa-\\nsion and other good stuff, Jim had been unusually gen-\\nerous. One of us, an old hack-driver from Philippi,had\\nnothing to give Jim for his Christmas present except a\\nride in his hack. We all accepted the invitation and\\nstarted to high mass at Father J s church. Into the\\nchurch we stalked all together, and Mr. Jehu, whip in\\nhand. The celebration was proceeding with all the\\npomp and glory of the occasion. The worthy bishop,", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Hotel de Bum. 99\\ngorgeously robed priests and numberless acolytes, sweet\\nincense, and the tones of the great organ bewildered\\nand confused the donor of our ride. We were filled\\nwith awe and admiration.\\n11 Be gad, Jim, said he, this beats h\u00e2\u0080\u0094 1 M\\nThat s the intintion, answered Jim with great em-\\nphasis, and then well, none of us waited for the bene-\\ndiction.\\no", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXII.\\ngoing to tay all night?\\nFrom what I have thus far related of my career it\\nmay be inferred that I have ever been somewhat of a\\nwanderer, and a domestic man only spasmodically. This\\nwas particularly true of me at this time- of my life when\\nthings were coming my way and I was kept on the jump\\nto prevent their going in an opposite direction.\\nI must tell you the story of Little Tay All Night.\\nIt happened in Fairhaven. I had been absent from\\nhome about two months in the mines of British Colum-\\nbia. My little three-year-old girl, who was always first\\nto meet and greet me, and who had pressed her nose\\non the window pane for weeks, rushed to me with\\noutspread arms and laughing big blue eyes. Hello,\\nMuggins, said I. Hello, Dim, said she going to\\ntay all night\\nShe is older now, and a romancer from way back. She\\nseems to be sailing around in an ethereal sea of happi-\\nness. She is the choicest diamond in the cluster, but\\nshe will romance. The other day I said, Come here,\\nOld Smoothy. They tell me you fib a little. She\\nanswered, It ain t right to fib, is it People won t go\\nto Heaven that fib, will they I said, No, they\\nwon t.\\nAfter hesitating a full minute, she said, with a toss of\\nher head, I don t care, anyway I ll go where you do,\\nand away she scampered, leaving me in a dead reverie.\\nBut the kids got it on me one day. I was about to\\ntake the eight o clock train for Chicago. They repeat-\\nedly warned me that I would get left, and I had replied,\\nIt s a cold day, kids, when the old man gets left. I\\nreached the station in time to see only the stern of that\\ntrain, and wended my way homeward.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "Going to Tay All Night 101\\nIt was a beautiful warm day in August, but those ev-\\nerlasting kids had hastily built a fire in the fireplace,\\nand all stood with shawls and cloaks and hoods on,\\nshivering around that fire. I said, What in the world\\nis the matter with you, kids That s all they wanted.\\nBack came the chorus, You said it s a cold day when\\nthe old man gets left. It must be awful cold. Oh\\nwe re freezing, we re freezing\\nThe adage is not a good one, as I have been left other\\nways in all kinds of weather.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIII.\\nTHE BLUE CANON COAL MINE.\\nAs an example of the fact that I was fairly in the\\nswim and could not avoid the prosperity that was forced\\nupon me, I will relate a little item of the Blue Canon\\ncoal mine.\\nThis coal mine is located about eight miles from Fair-\\nhaven. One day in the fall of 1890 my attention was\\ncalled to a coal prospect that had long lain idle in the\\nvicinity mentioned. I had repeatedly told Mr. Gove\\nthat I did not want anything to do with the coal mine.\\nIt was too much like legitimate business yet owing to\\nhis persistent endeavors I visited the prospect. No\\nname had been given it in fact, a hole in the side of\\nthe mountain with some coal in the opening of the tun-\\nnel and none on the face of it was all there was to show.\\nIn a moment I saw the fatal error of the prospectors\\nwho had done this preliminary work. In all certainty\\nthe fact demonstrated itself that the first vein of coal\\nwas a large one, and, while they thought it was hori-\\nzontal or flat, everything demonstrated that it was pitch-\\ning at an angle of forty-five degrees, and that they had\\npassed over the coal-bed and were breaking into the\\nhanging wall. I asked how much this property could\\nbe bought for, and Mr. Gove said $20,000 and, said\\nhe, this will include my small commissions.\\nI examined the records, and after the title was per-\\nfected purchased the property. I developed the mine\\nand found a tremendous bed of coal, which grew better\\nas it went down. In fact, to-day I think it is the best\\nquality of coal in the State of Washington. I put steam-\\nboats on the lake to connect with my bull teams on the\\nland, and had much local demand for the coal. At the\\ntime of the crash, when the banks were trembling and\\nthe stocks of all my enterprises had absolutely ceased to\\nbe of any collateral value, I sold my coal mine in this", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "The Blue Canon Coal Mine. 103\\nway I went to Helena and arranged a meeting with\\nthe following gentlemen Mr. A. J. Seligman, president\\nof the American National Bank S. T. Hauser, president\\nof the First National Bank of Helena John T. Murphy,\\nmillionaire merchant E. M. Holter, and Martin Holter,\\nmillionaire hardware men, and Peter Larsen, millionaire\\ncontractor. I told them of the value of the coal mine\\nand explained to them how, by the expenditure of more\\nmoney, vast shipments could be made to San Francisco.\\nI told them I would sell them this mine without one\\ndollar in cash, in this way They were to give me ten\\nnotes of $10,000 each, with interest at 9 per cent.,\\npayable in Portland, Oregon, and each note was to\\nhave the signatures of all the individuals mentioned.\\nI extended to them an invitation to visit the property,\\nwhich they did, and they were greatly surprised at\\nits extent and character. Here was a bonanza of its\\nkind that had lain still for ages.\\nWell, they took the mine on my terms, and in the\\nevening I called on Mr. Bernard Goldsmith, an old and\\nestimable friend of mine, who had many times helped\\nme in my undertakings. I then went over to the Na-\\ntional Savings Bank. Mr. Dekum, the president, was\\npresent, and I asked him if he wished to purchase ten\\nnotes, each one having five names on it, and every name\\nthe imprint of a millionaire, reported as such in Brad-\\nstreet s and Dun s Agencies. He answered Such\\npaper is unusual I will hold a meeting of the directors\\nand give you an answer this evening/\\nIn the morning I got my cash and wiped out many ob-\\nligations and really saved the credit of two banks which\\nwere tottering. This sale was made in 91. The mine\\nhas never ceased to be a good producer, and to-day the\\nsuperior quality of Blue Canon coal is known all over\\nthe world. Captain Healey, of the United States cutter\\nBear, corroborates the testimony of my old friend, Cap-\\ntain Johnny O Brien, who is now on the steamer Rosalie,\\nas to the extraordinary qualities of Blue Canon coal.\\nI was as well aware as any one that when I parted with\\nthat treasury of black diamonds I parted with a fortune,\\nbut necessity is an overbearing master compulsion is\\nits weapon, and I was its victim,", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIV.\\nHE WAS FROM EAGLE CITY, IDAHO.\\nSpeaking of being a victim and of parting with for-\\ntunes reminds me of a man from Eagle City, Idaho,\\n(we will call him H who tried to separate me from\\nsome of my hard-earned dollars by working the follow-\\ning little game\\nIt was in New York, in the spring of 1891, I think,\\nthat I was accosted on the corner of Twenty-eighth\\nstreet and Broadway by a handsomely, richly and fash-\\nionably dressed man. His tile was the latest, his collar\\nwas the highest and whitest, and his gloves too smooth\\nfor anything.\\nHe said, Good morning, Wardner.\\nI said, Good morning.\\nGuess you don t remember me, Jim come over to\\nKirk s, and have a small cold bottle of fizz.\\nNow, there s no danger that I won t encounter for\\nmy share of a small cold bottle. Over we went, I\\ntrying to remember that face and those ratty eyes.\\nHe looked back as we crossed the crowded thorough-\\nfare. I had him I knew him. No one but he had I\\never seen who carried the keen, popping, black, lustrous\\neye of the wood-rat.\\nOnce in Kirk s and seated, he said Jim, you don t\\nremember me\\nI don t think I do, I said. You are not the man\\nwho had that savage gun fight with brave old Bill Buz-\\nzard You didn t work for Childs, with a low-cut blue\\nflannel shirt, in 8$, selling whiskey at two bits a throw,\\nin Eagle, Idaho You were not one of the party that\\ntook over the ponies in the gulch, the ones belonging\\nto Sweeney, Eckert, Hawkins and myself, leaving us\\nwith nothing to pursue on\\nYes, I am the man, he said.\\nFor Heaven s sake, I said, how this wonderful\\nchange", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "He Was from Eagle City y Idaho. 105\\nWell, he said, I struck a little luck after leaving\\nEagle- drifted down to the Isthmus of Panama. Money\\nwas wonderfully plenty and easy to get. Finally 1 and\\nmy partner, Pratt, got a concession and rented an old\\nchurch. Pratt went to South America, got Sarah Bern-\\nhardt, played her for fourteen days, and cleared up\\n$14,000 for our share. (I have since heard that my\\nfriend was the treasurer, and Pratt got nothing.)\\nAt this juncture, and while a second bottle was being\\ndiscussed, another beauty entered the side door on\\nTwenty- eighth street. At once he was introduced to\\nme as a partner from Texas. He was even more fas-\\ntidiously gowned in fact, these two lilies of the val-\\nley reminded me of the psalm They toil not, neither\\ndo they spin but even Solomon in all his glory was not\\narrayed like one of these.\\n11 Well, I said, finally, gentlemen, what s your little\\ngame now\\nThey invited me to meet them at the Albemarle the\\nnext day. I agreed to do so. I told Gov. S. T. Hauser,\\nand he in turn told Phil Thompson and Murat Hal-\\nstead, and all were interested. We all took lunch to-\\ngether at Delmonico s, and a royal good one it was. We\\ndiscussed mines, etc., and I related with vigor the value\\nof the Freddie Lee, in which I was interested. In the\\ncourse of the day I gave H my card, a gaudy,\\ngilded affair of the Fairhaven National Bank, J. F.\\nWardner, President. This was all they asked. I was\\npuzzled, although well treated. They sailed next day\\non the Teutonic.\\nIn due time there came a letter from H to me\\nat Fairhaven, care of the bank, saying that he had sold\\nthe Freddie Lee conditionally to Count Pominsky for\\n$200,000, which was more than I asked for it also that\\nhe had drawn on me for $1,000, pending examination of\\nthe mine, and expenses of return trip to America, and\\nthat the Count had indorsed the draft and he had\\ncashed it. He urged me to be ready to pay the draft, as\\nthe sale was certain.\\nSure enough, the draft came along for collection and\\nwas returned, and I have never heard from him since.\\nThe fellow truly worked in a mysterious way his won-\\nders to perform.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXV.\\nKASLO.\\nMy next venture shows how I like to do business,\\nCaution and conservatism are cards I never played.\\nJAMES F. WARDNER HAD THE NERVE.\\nHIS PURCHASE OF $l7,SOO CREATED A BIG FLUTTER.\\nProperty Has Steadily Advanced Since This Sale Was Made,\\nand Now Is Worth Three Times as Much as on That Day,\\nand This Without Doubt Will Have a Wonderful Effect\\nin the Spring.\\nWe have long since become convinced that there is\\nonly one Jim Wardner. Not only is he a man of ex-\\ncellent judgment, but he is a world-beater for nerve in\\nall his undertakings. While other men hesitate and\\nwonder, he advances with a smile of perfect confidence,\\nand is indeed a master spirit of energy and enterprise.\\nSome months since, when real estate was very quiet,\\nin fact, hardly a sale in a week, Wardner coolly pur-\\nchased $17,500 worth of inside property from the Kaslo-\\nKootenay Land Company.\\nSo said the Kaslo Herald in January, 1892. Kaslo\\nwas then as brisk and sparkling a little mining town as\\none could wish. I was soon interested in mines and real\\nestate, and had the general welfare of the town at\\nheart. I also owned one-half of a hotel. How I got\\ninto this business is best told by R. H. Kemp in his\\nKaslo paper. Here it is\\n-FOUND A LOAFING PLACE.\\nTo show the prodigality of the mining fraternity, the\\nfollowing incident is given, which recently happened in\\nKalso", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "Kaslo. 107\\nJohn King and Jim Wardner, two well-known min-\\ning- princes, met on Front street. One asked the other,\\nWhere is there a good loafing place in the town\\n11 There is none, said the other.\\nWell, said Mr. King, there is a hotel over there\\nthat has no liquor license let s go and buy it.\\nDone, said Wardner and they at once proceeded\\nto the house in question.\\nFinding the proprietor, the question was asked,\\n1 How much do you want for this ranch\\nFive thousand dollars/ was the laconic reply.\\nWe ll take it/ chorused both gentlemen.\\nJohn F. Ward, of Nelson, happening to be in town,\\nand being an old friend of the parties, purchased an\\ninterest and proceeded to Nelson, where a license was\\nobtained instanter. On his return, the hotel was opened\\nand christened the Coeur d Alene. Wine flowed like\\nwater the first evening, and, the writer believes, is still\\npouring in quite a healthy stream. Jim and John se-\\ncured their loafing place, but they have plenty of com-\\npany.\\nMy partner, John King, is one of Nature s best. He\\nis also a great business man. He is the author of that\\ncelebrated axiom Jim, it beats all how business keeps\\nup. It happened in our own house. The receipts at\\nthe bar had reached $46. King had spent $40 himself.\\nHe and I always paid cash at the bar first, because I\\ndid not want King to sluice in the whole business, and\\nsecond, to set a moral and financial example to our mot-\\nley trade.\\nOne night along came E.G. McMickin,formerly general\\npassenger agent of the N. A. T. T. Co., and the smoothest\\nrailroad man in the country. With him were other just-\\ncame-to-look-the-country-over people. Some of Cor-\\nbin s railroad gang had been paid off, and came at once\\nto my place. Now, it happens that I have known these\\na terriers all over. Where a new railroad is, there they\\nare, and I, too. Here is what happened\\nAfter showing McMickin the sights I dropped into\\nmy place. It was full of terriers, and they were full\\nof our good stuff. The smoke was thick. Old\\nclothes, old gum boots, and old men did not give the\\nplace a very lilacky perfume. They all knew me, and", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "108 Jim Wardner,\\ndisputed in slang and profanity as to where they first\\nmet me, and who had known me the longest. I was\\nliberal with them, and enjoyed McMickin s discomfiture.\\nHe did not understand at once their endearing epithets.\\nFinally, one big Mick, who had been drinking until\\nhe had reached the crying mood, put his arms around\\nmy neck, and, with broken voice and tearful, streaming\\neyes, said, Good-bye, Jim we ll plant flowers on your\\ngrave. Won t we, Dennis? Dennis slobbered out,\\nWe will that. I said, Where are you going to get\\nthe flowers, Micky, in this snowy country? He said,\\nJim, ye know well, ye do, thim beautiful flowers of\\nthe mountains thim tender crocuses that do be follow-\\ning the melting snow, blooming all the time from lower\\nto higher tis thim tender flowers we ll bring, won t we,\\nDennis?\\nMcMickin and I went out into the clear, cold, healthy,\\nozoned atmosphere. He said nothing. I only thought,\\nand thought this Is this sincerity, is this truth, is this\\neloquence Yes for I bethought me of the noble\\ntribute of R. H. Kemp in a Spokane paper, in 1888. It\\nwas at Nelson, B. C:\\nAfter nightfall, when the pale moon had risen and\\nthe camp-fires were brilliantly burning, there was much\\nspeculation among the groups around the fires as to\\nwhat the visit of Jim Wardner portended. One party\\nsaid, I am not rich, but I can rustle, and I would will-\\ningly give $1,000 if Jim Wardner would take hold in\\nthis camp. Another spoke up and said, I am only a\\nlaboring man. I have no means; but I would willingly\\nwork thirty days, ten hours each day, if Jim Wardner\\nwould decide to stay here. Such were the expressed\\nopinions of a number. They appeared to look upon Mr.\\nWardner as a leader where life and energy were re-\\nquired, and the writer thought, as he wended his way\\nto the cabin on the river bank, where he slept Jim\\nWardner may be a prince among his fellow men, but he\\nis a king among the miners.\\nThis is beautiful and from a talented pen, but not so\\npoetic, I think, as the pathos of Micky Free.\\nSpeaking of R. H. Kemp, he is a glorious fellow,\\nmedium stature, built like an athlete, and complete in\\nevery particular regarding his anatomy except that he", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "Kaslo. 109\\nis minus one eye. For this, Kemp has substituted one\\nof glass; not exactly the same size and color as its pred-\\necessor, but still one that serves its purpose, which\\nis mainly to keep out the cold and prevent ear-ache.\\nIt happened that during our wanderings in the wild\\nwest Kootenays, we ran into an Indian village, and as it\\nbecame very cold we ducked into the first big tepee we\\ncame to. There we found, sitting around the fire, what\\nseemed to be all the belles of the village. His Royal\\nHighness Kemp at once made himself as pleasant and\\npopular as possible, and as he could talk Siwash like a\\nnative, the surroundings soon became very much like\\na Wednesday afternoon hen-party. Everything went\\nwell for some time, when a certain uneasiness began to\\nbe manifest among the belles. All of a sudden, from\\nlow mutterings of surprise, there arose the frightened\\nscream of the Siwash maidens, and had a mouse run up\\ntheir trousers, they could not have jumped higher or\\nscreamed louder, and out they all went, through and\\nunder the tepee.\\nThe cause of the trouble was this There sat Kemp\\nwith his second-hand glass eye in his hand and the most\\ncurious expression gleaming from the live eye that I\\never saw before or since. The fact was that, at inter-\\nvals, he had scooped that glass eye out of its socket, to\\nthe wonder and astonishment of those guileless girls of\\nthe Kootenays, until they fled from what they supposed\\nwas a supernatural being.\\nOne of the celebrities in Kaslo was Tough Nut\\nJack. He was once in a poker game in that town.\\nThere were four in the game, and one of the men had\\nlost one eye. Jack became suspicious, and finally be-\\ncame sure that something wrong was going on, and soon\\nlocated the sinner. Jack stopped the game, laid his gun\\ndeliberately on the table, and said\\nI don t want to tro out any insinuations or hurt any-\\nbody s feelin s, but by if this monkey business don t\\nstop I ll shoot that feller s other eye out.\\nHere is what the Montreal Star writes about Tough\\nNut Jack\\nu It was in 1876 that Mr. Wardner first met Tough\\nNut Jack/ This was in the Black Hills. There were\\nin the Hills many original characters, about each of", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "no Jim Wardner.\\nwhom he can tell entrancing stories Calamity Jane/\\nBronco Nell (two female prospectors), Pancake Joe,\\nBilly Goose-Eye/ Eat Em Uptake/ Big-Nose Char-\\nley/ Kettle-Belly Brown/ Shorty Clemens/ Scar-\\nFaced Charlie and about a dozen of Wild Bills.\\nAll these played their parts. Many of them are\\ngone to their last account. Tough Nut Jack survives.\\nHe is a unique character, an Irishman, of a roving dis-\\nposition, who had extraordinary luck in prospecting, who\\nmade money as easy as winking, but who spent it as it\\ncame to him. He had been in Utah, and it was there\\nMr. Wardner met him. He drifted to Colorado, and it\\nwas there he struck it rich. He struck a mine there\\nwhich realized, for his share of it, over $100,000.\\nAnd it did him no good at all only harm. He\\ndrank it he gambled it it went like the wind. But\\nTough Nut Jack was a warm-hearted fellow. He\\nand I were great chums/ said Mr. Wardner. The mine,\\nyou know, was called Tough-Nut. That is how they\\ncalled him Tough Nut Jack.\\nWe parted, and I never expected to see him again.\\nIn 1892 I was away back of the McLaren mine, about\\nfifty miles from Rossland. Night came on. There was\\nsnow on the ground. I was cold and hungry. I thought\\nto myself that I was in rather a bad pickle, when I dis-\\ncerned a light in the distance, along a hillside. I went\\nforward saw a little tent noticed a glimmering light.\\nIs there anybody within 9 I hollered.\\nYou bet your life there is/ came back the hearty\\ncry.\\nWho s there\\nTough Nut Jack/\\nWhy\\nTough Nut Jack came out, holding his bit of a\\ncandle in his hand, and there was such a meeting as you\\ncould not imagine. He set up the Irish howl or cry of\\nwelcome.\\nAre you hungry or thirsty Come right in and I ll\\nmake ye a bit of supper, and give ye a bed o British\\nColumbia feathers/\\nThis is a euphemism for pine boughs/ continued\\nMr. Wardner.\\nWell, I slept there with him on the boughs, and in", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Kaslo. in\\nthe morning we parted. Not, however, before he prom-\\nised me that if he struck it rich he would let me in for\\na good thing, for the sake of old times/\\nJack kept his word. I left him in Cape Nome, where\\nhe has amassed immense wealth and remembered his\\nold partner.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXVI.\\nSCOTTY.\\nScotty ran the ranch that is, Scotty s M word was\\nlaw at the little log cabin on the summit, and twenty\\nmiles from Kaslo, where Walker s old Canadian and\\nSeagram s old stuff were dispensed at twenty-five\\ncents a crack.\\nIt happened that the Little Minister from Nelson\\nsent word that he would preach at the cabin on Sun-\\nday. To this Scotty objected, and objected hard. He\\ntalked of clergymen and Gospel sharps and sky pilots\\nwho were a hoodoo to any mining camp or steamboat,\\nbut, anyway, the Little Minister of the Church of\\nEngland arrived. The first thing he did on that cold\\nand stormy night was to remove his outer clothing and\\nask all hands to have a drink. This suited Scotty.\\nIn the morning he distributed books of the Episcopal\\nservice and song. The Little Minister preached a\\nreally good sermon. His text was the Prodigal Son,\\nmost apt and ably handled. But Scotty was not im-\\npressed. He doubted his reception should he return\\nhome, and told me confidentially that his father had no\\nfatted calf.\\nThe Little Minister returned to Nelson, and we\\noften talked of his experiences and Scotty, poor\\nScotty soon afterward, confused and full of Cana-\\ndian rye, lay down to sleep one night on the snowy\\ntrail, and awoke, I hope, to meet a merciful judgment\\nfrom Him who tempereth the wind to the shorn lamb.\\nHe certainly won t be hard on Scotty.\\nSpeaking of Scotty McDougal, it happened once\\nin the spring of 1888 I was riding along on my cayuse,\\nwell packed with camp kit and grub, when suddenly\\nthe animal showed unmistakable signs of colic, and was\\nsoon down in the muddy trail, groaning and grunting\\nand useless.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "Scotty. 113\\nAlong came Mr. Scotty McDougal.\\nWhat can I do for this horse, Scotty* I asked.\\nRun quick for whiskey/ said he and spare no\\ntime, mon.\\nWith all speed I ran to a neighboring road-house and\\nsoon returned, breathless, with a flask of Canadian rye.\\nI handed it quickly to Scotty, who, placing the flask\\nto his lips and draining every drop therefrom, turned to\\nme and said, slowly slapping himself upon the breast, with\\ngreat emphasis There will be cayuses, broncos and\\nhorses until the end of the world, but never another\\nScotty McDougal. I am feeling much better.\\nAnd what of the Little Minister who so nobly per-\\nformed in snow and rain, sunshine and shadow, the\\nduties of his profession Oh, he naturally tired out. A\\nlittle church was built, but after a hard struggle he was\\ncompelled to close it and leave. Pathetically taking\\nleave of his flpck, he said\\nBrothers and sisters, I come to say good-bye. I\\ndon t believe God loves this church, because none of you\\never die. I don t think you love each other, because I\\nnever marry any of you. I don t think you love me,\\nbecause you have not paid me my salary. Your dona-\\ntions are mouldy fruit and wormy apples, and by their\\nfruits ye shall know them. Brothers, I am going to a\\nbetter place. I have been called to be chaplain of a\\npenitentiary, Where I go, ye cannot now come. I go\\nto prepare a place for you, and may the Lord have\\nmercy on your souls", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXVII.\\nJOHN TODD.\\nSpeaking of ministers, there was John Todd, whom\\neverybody in the State of Washington has heard of\\nor known. Educated for the ministry, he turned out a\\nsplendid horseman. He knows the pedigree of every\\nstandard and thoroughbred horse on both sides of the\\nocean. His memory passes all understanding. He has\\ngenerally succeeded, but when he tackled the Two\\nFunny Men of Washington on the road, as eccentric-\\nities, or laugh-promoters, he fell down flat.\\nThe show was wretched, and the wonder to me always\\nwas how John held on as long as he did. It was at the\\ntown of Spangle, Washington. Todd had advertised\\nlargely, with poor results at the box-office. Some few,\\nhowever, were inside, and the performance had com-\\nmenced, when along came a poor little girl leading a\\nyellow dog never did a prettier little girl lead a\\nmeaner-looking dog. She said to Todd\\nMister, how much is it\\nHe said, Twenty-five cents, dearie.\\nHaven t got it, she lisped.\\nJokingly he said, Til take your dog, little girl\\ndon t miss the show.\\nHe took the dog, and tied it up in the office. It\\nwasn t long, however, before the little girl looked into\\nthe bOx-office and up into Todd s eyes, saying Mis-\\nter, please give me back my dog. This was the last\\nnight of Todd s enterprise.\\nBut enough of other people, and back to Jim Ward-\\nner. I have been writing about some of my friends,\\nand now I shall let one of my friends write about me.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXVIII.\\na tribute from fred. w. dunn.\\nSearchlight, Nev., Nov. 27, 1899.\\nMy Dear Mrs. Wardner\\nI own to being tardy in writing you of some remi-\\nniscences of Jim s life, as I promised him I would do when\\nI met him in Los Angeles, California, several months\\nago. However, in hopes they are not too late, here they\\nare, and are absolute facts\\nMy first acquaintance with Jim was at Spokane\\nFalls, Washington, in a pool-room. I was well ac-\\nquainted with the proprietor, and Jim asked me to in-\\ntroduce him, which I did. Jim was of an inquisitive\\nturn of mind, and when he saw forty to one chalked upon\\nthe board, he said, No use talking, Dunn, that man\\nwill bust. Well, Jim started in and tried forty to one,\\nthen eight to one, then three to one, and on the last\\nrace he tried one to five. He lost about $300 on the\\nfirst four races and won ten dollars on the last one,\\nwhere he bet fifty dollars to win ten dollars. After he\\ncashed his check and the races were over, he came to me\\nand told me of his experience, saying, Well, Dunn, I\\nthought I was pretty fly in. figures, but that bookmaker\\nstraightens out my curves and I am all right now.\\nSome months later I met Jim at Fairhaven, Wash-\\nington. He had run up against one of his streaks of\\nluck and was president of a bank, president of the club,\\nand president of a number of things. He was also in-\\nterested in the lumber and logging business on Lake\\nWhatcom. He invited me up to the club, where we\\nhad about forty drinks of the club s best, and viewed\\nthe furniture, etc., of the new club-house, which would\\nreally have done credit to any club in America. Of course\\nI praised everything. Later in the day we arrived at\\nJim s office, where he had a number of specimens of", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "n6 Jim Wardner.\\ngalena ore, timber, etc. and, as I presumed, he took me\\nfor a capitalist. He began to advise about investments.\\nI was only a railroad superintendent, of course, and had\\nno money, but the position is always magnified before\\nthe public. Poor Jim did not know he was wasting a\\nwhole day, and club whiskey at twenty-five cents per\\ndrink, on a railway superintendent who didn t have\\nfour dollars in the bank but I saw a chance for a joke\\nand played it out. I have since been told I am the\\nonly man who ever fooled Jim Wardner.\\nWell, he began to tell about the Boston mine in\\nthe Cascade Pass, also about the millions to be made\\nin timber floated down Lake Whatcom, and lastly about\\nthe enormous coal deposits in the country, all of which\\nI was much interested in clear up to the close of the\\nday. Then he took me to his house, gave me a fine\\ndinner, showed me the Shetland ponies, introduced me\\nto the principal business men of the place, and finally\\ndrove me to the wharf, where 1 took the Eastern Ore-\\ngon, a boat then running on the Sound, for Seattle.\\nJust as I was going up the gangplank, Jim dropped on\\nme and said, i Dunn, I believe you have worked me for\\na day s good time. Yes, said I, that s what I came\\nfor/ and we parted.\\nI little knew how easily Jim would get even. In\\na week he came to my office in Seattle, and began to\\ntalk about the millions of feet of lumber and logs he\\nhad in Lake Whatcom that the boats were trying to\\ncinch him, and the Fairhaven road could not get\\nthrough rates. So he would give me all his business\\nif I could arrange to handle it. Of course, I was all\\nsmiles, and showed Wardner the town of Seattle. Fi-\\nnally, in the evening, he said he must take the train\\nhome, as he had missed the boat, but he disliked to incur\\nthe expense, because he had passes on the boat, also on\\nthe Fairhaven road but as his wife and four children\\nwere with him it would be cheaper to take the boat. I\\nthought here was my chance to cinch the lumber\\nshipments, and told my clerk to make out a pass for\\nMr. Wardner and family for the balance of the year.\\nJim thanked me for it, but on December 31st he came\\nagain in the office. He said\\nDunn, do you remember how you worked me for a", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "A Tribute from Fred. W. Dunn. 117\\nday s entertainment. I laughed and really felt tickled,,\\nuntil he said, Well, the work was like that 40 to 1 shot\\nin Spokane. I haven t shipped a pound of lumber over\\nyour road, and my family think it the best road in the\\nworld, as they have ridden for six months for nothing.\\nNow I want to make a trade. I ll call it square if you\\ngive me a family pass for next year.\\nI saw the situation, and I don t think Jim paid any\\nfares the next year.\\nSome months later, when the Northern Pacific officials\\ncame out to inspect the Seattle, Lake Shore and East-\\nern road before its final purchase, I met Jim at Sedro y\\nWashington. He was with Joe McNaught, a brother of\\nJim McNaught, then the general solicitor for the\\nNorthern Pacific Railway. Those were mushroom boom\\ntimes, and a mushroom boom was on. Well, Wardner\\nwas a great man in those days, and so was Joe\\nMcNaught. We on the special train had our business to\\ndo. Jim Wardner, always on hand at such times, was also\\npresent at Sedro. Joe McNaught and Wardner both\\ngot anxious to get back to Anacortes to catch the boat;\\nbut it was twenty-three miles, and there was no engine.\\nBy persuasion of Jim McNaught and General Man-\\nager Mellen, I agreed to let our engine haul them to\\nAnacortes. The track on the Seattle and Northern\\nfrom Sedro to Anacortes at that time was the poorest\\ntrack in the world. It was raining, as it nearly always;\\ndoes up there; and besides, there was only forty-six\\nminutes left to catch the boat, and our engineer had\\nnever been over the road, and so knew nothing of it. I\\ntold him that I wanted to accommodate the gentlemen,,\\nbut it would be folly to run it in forty-six minutes, sa\\nto go ahead and run it in about one hour and thirty\\nminutes, and make some excuse for their missing the\\nboat. I little knew Jim Wardner. Instead of getting\\ninto my private car, which I had loaned them, he got on\\nthe engine with a box of cigars and a bottle of whiskey.\\nLittle knowing his own danger, he told the engineer I\\nwas altogether too timid, that the track was rough, but\\nit was caused by the big ties laid, which made it toa\\nrigid; that he knew, because his Lake Whatcom timber\\nmade the ties, and that they were all 12x14 and ten\\nfeet long. At any rate, the engineer turned loose and", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "1 1 8 Jim Wardner.\\nran that twenty-three miles in twenty-six minutes. How\\nthe engine and car stayed on the track that dark night\\nI don t know. Neither does any other railroad man;\\nbut they did, and we all decided it was Wardner s luck.\\nSome months later I had quit railroading and gone\\ninto mining, and have kept at it since. Wardner and\\nMr. H. D. Andrews had some claims up in British Co-\\nlumbia some miles north of Osooyoos Lake, in Washing-\\nton. I was operating at Loomiston, Okanogan county,\\nWashington. The route for all of us was by stage from\\nCoolie City, a distance of 120 miles. On one occasion,\\nin the winter, when the stages ran on runners and the\\nmercury was about 25 below zero, we got to Columbia\\nCity, on the Columbia River. Here it was we had to\\nferry over and then follow up the Okanogan River Val-\\nley. Our whiskey had given out some miles back,\\nand there was no saloon in Columbia City. A merchant,\\nhowever, had some rock and rye. We bought six\\nbottles at $2 each, and started in the night for\\nConconella. Wardner began to kick about the quality\\nof the whiskey. He did not object to the rock\\ncandy, but did object to the liquor, and very soon\\nnamed it Antediluvinarian. Well, we started in on\\n1 Antediluvinarian/ feeling it would be as well to be\\nkilled by it as to freeze, and we drank all of it before\\nwe arrived at Loomiston. The next morning Wardner\\ninsisted on saving the bottles, and when we arrived at\\nLoomiston stored them away in my office at the Black\\nBear mill. In about ten days he came back from his\\nmines in British Columbia and called for the bottles.\\nHe had secured some sort of a Canadian stamp on his\\njourney, and, together with some tin- foil taken from plug-\\ncut tobacco, he was able to reseal the bottles, after filling\\nthem with an assortment of vinegar, sugar, stale beer,\\nabsinthe, Jamaica ginger, peppermint and Tabasco sauce\\nall mixed together. He took the bottles back all\\nfilled and resold them to the merchant for fifty\\ncents above their original cost, assuring him it was\\nguaranteed Antediluvinarian that he had smuggled\\nacross the line, and that he was doing the man a\\nfavor by letting him have it. I heard of the splendid\\ndrink for several weeks being dished up at Columbia\\nCity for two bits (25 cents) per drink but after the", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "A Tribute from Fred. W. Dunn, 119\\nstock was exhausted no one was ever able to get any\\nmore like it, and I believe this celebrated liquor is being\\ntalked of to-day by old-timers.\\nOn one occasion I was going from Spokane Falls to\\nTacoma, Washington. On the sleeper were Lieutenant-\\nGovernor Laughton, Jim Wardner, and myself, occupy-\\ning a state room. To pass the time away we got to\\nplaying a game of hearts. As I never could play any\\ngame of cards worth a cent, I was the victim every\\ngame. A fine-looking gentleman came into the room\\nand sat down on the sofa to watch the game. Wardner\\nand Laughton kept joking me, saying they never did\\nsee a Hoosier who could play anything, anyway. The\\nstranger evidently took pity on me, and said he was a\\nHoosier and would take my place. As we were only\\nplaying for the cigars, Wardner and Laughton acquiesced.\\nThey went at it. Well, my Hoosier rescuer fared as\\nbadly as I did. He lost six games straight and quit, at\\nthe same time laughing his ill-luck off in magnificent\\nstyle, so that he was pronounced by all of us to be a\\njolly good fellow. However, he and I were both igno-\\nrant of the decks of cards. It seems Wardner and\\nLaughton had put up a job on me. They had got sev-\\neral decks of cards and taken the hearts out of them\\nand fixed up a game for me. When the stranger came\\ninto the game they could not explain, and had to go on\\nwith the joke, and on one occasion the stranger got fif-\\nteen hearts two more than there are in a deck. He\\nseemed not to notice it, and quit the game chuckful of\\nfun. He proved to be Clem Studebaker, of the cele-\\nbrated wagon firm of Studebaker Brothers, of South\\nBend, Indiana. I never knew the facts until some\\nmonths later, when Gov. Laughton told me of the joke.\\nI shall have to stop writing at this time for the reason\\nI fear I shall fill the entire book. Should there be a sec-\\nond edition, however, I shall be glad to add more anec-\\ndotes to the history of the life of this really unique man.\\nOne side of his nature I will, however, show by repeat-\\ning a circumstance which occurred in San Francisco.\\nu I had noticed Wardner s arrival at the Lick House.\\nI went down to call on him, and he seemed to be the\\nsame old Jim. In fact, no one can tell by his actions\\nwhether he is worth a million or is broke. On this", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "120 Jim Wardner.\\noccasion I asked him to walk out with me. It was rain-\\ning, and I wanted to go tip to Kearney street. On the\\ncorner of Kearney and Post was an old blind man grind-\\ning an organ. Jim said, Dunn, that s awful tough\\nand taking from his pocket a dollar he threw it in the\\ntin cup. We walked around on Kearney to Market and\\nback to Montgomery street and the Lick House, when\\nJim said Dunn, loan me a dollar. I expect a remit-\\ntance to-morrow from a friend. I am plumb broke,\\nhaving given my last dollar to the blind man. Of\\ncourse, Jim got the dollar.\\nIn him notwithstanding many enemies, which every\\nman has who leads an active life I can see the loving\\nfather, the hospitable gentleman, the true friend, and\\none of nature s noblemen. Notwithstanding his eccen-\\ntricities, Jim Wardner is a person no one who knows\\nhim well can fail to love.\\nYours respectfully,\\nF. W. Dunn.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIX.\\nMR. NAPIER.\\nWell, we had all been having a joyous time, all mak-\\ning money and spending it then came 93. This book\\nshall not be a hard-luck story in any particular, so, after\\nselling all my stock, coal mine, carriages and horses,\\nand putting all this money into the banks that I created,\\nto save them, I sailed for South Africa; and once on\\nthe broad ocean, away from please remits/ drafts, and\\nover-due notes, the worry and trouble ceased, and in its\\nplace came the peace that passeth all understanding/\\nDear old Lunnon, and Southampton, and the\\nsteamer Scott On this steamer I met the funniest lit-\\ntle man, with the plaidiest and cheekiest of suits. His\\nname was Napier. He told me that he and Finerty\\nhad for twenty years hunted elephants in Lobengula s\\ndomain, and that he had been to the Chicago Exposition\\nand also Milwaukee beautiful Milwaukee! I told\\nhim that I was born in Milwaukee, and leaning against\\nthe rail of that magnificent ocean acrobat, the steamship\\nScott, of the Union line, he said to me\\nMilwaukee This is a beautiful day and an elegant\\nship.\\nYes, Mr. Napier to me this trip means everything\\n-\u00e2\u0080\u0094a renewal of health, vitality, courage and ambition.\\nYes, mused he, ambition, ambition Willis, I\\nthink, wrote, How like a mountain devil in the heart\\nrules this unreined Ambition. Let it once play the ty-\\nrant and its brow glows with a beauty which bewilders\\nthought and unthrones peace forever/ Then, after a\\nshort reverie, he said to me, Milwaukee, old man,\\nwould you have a small bottle of fizz with me\\nHe said this with an accent of doubt. You see, he\\nhadn t known me long. I accepted, and he made it two\\nbottles. I took this as a genuine omen of coming good", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "122 Jim Wardner.\\nluck. Many times he asked me to join him in a cold\\nbottle, with the same accent of doubt\\nOne day, after another invitation, I said Mr.\\nNapier, we have not been long acquainted you do not\\nknow me very well. I have noticed that when you ask\\nme to join you in a cold bottle there has been, as it were,\\na doubt in your mind as to my acceptance. This has\\nworried me, and I felt that you did not know me. Let\\nus have a full understanding. Never overlook me.\\nHe liked this, and we were ever after friends. In\\nfact, I was always his friend.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXX.\\nAFRICA.\\nAfter fourteen days on the billowy sea, and after\\nstopping at the beautiful Madeiras, waltzing through\\nthe Bay of Biscay, gazing at night upon the heavens,\\ncanopied at times east, west v north, and south with rain-\\nbows changeable as chameleons and with hues as dis-\\ntinct as the stripes on Old Glory/ bathing in the de-\\nlicious waters of the tropics, and standing spellbound for\\nhours wondering at the magnificence of an African sun-\\nset, we arrived at Cape Town, November 13, 1893.\\nCape Town\u00e2\u0080\u0094 beautiful white city of the southern seas,\\ncity of cabs, Kaffirs, and coffee, city of gorgeously attired\\nMalay girls, with heads like a pin and bustles like a bar-\\nrel, England s hospital for foundling officers, city where\\nthe sleepless customs officer carefully searches your\\nluggage Here is my experience:\\nCustoms Officer Read that notice.\\nBlack Cat Rancher (after reading) All right.\\nC. O. Have you any of these contraband goods in\\nyour luggage\\nB. C. R\u00e2\u0080\u0094 No, sir.\\nC. O. Have you any extra suits of clothes, revolvers,\\nwatches, tobacco, jewelry of any kind, cigars, guns,\\nextra underclothing, medicine, or extra smoking to-\\nbacco\\nB. C. R.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 No, sir.\\nC. O. Well, well, what have you got in those valises\\nB. C. R\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Nothing.\\nC. O. Open them quick. (Looks in.) D d if that\\nain t correct. Pass him.\\nWhen the great ship touched the African dock, the\\nwriter was the first ashore. He found himself amid the\\ncries of Kaffirs, Malays, Abyssinians, who talked a\\nmixed jargon not understandable, but not so bad indeed", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "124 Jim Wardner.\\nafter two weeks in the same room with a Dutchman,\\na Lancashire man and another Englishman. When\\nold England teaches her sons to talk, and accepts the\\ndecimal system of coinage, and changes the present\\nabominable system of railway carriages, she Will have\\nmade another step toward those improvements which, I\\nam prouder than ever to know, our own glorious and\\nintelligent country is always taking the lead in.\\nCape Town progressive and prosperous, beautiful\\nbeyond anticipation, thermometer 90 degrees, breezy\\nas a fan. In her parks a thousand Malay and Kaffir\\ngirls trundling a thousand richly dressed white babies.\\nAt three o clock in the afternoon a brass band alter-\\nnating with the bagpipes of twelve sturdy Highlanders\\nfurnished delightful music.\\nAs Cape Town was not my final destination, and as I\\nhad to be somewhere on the unlucky 13th, this time\\nthirteen goes for naught. Nine p. m., and we are off\\namidst the hurrahs of hundreds (the arrival and de-\\nparture of the Scotfs passengers is a marked occur-\\nrence) for Johannesburg. The first five hundred miles\\nof country after leaving Cape Town resembles very\\nclosely the sage-brush lands of Nevada, and is equally\\nmonotonous. The latter part of the journey, however,\\ncarries you through ostrich farms, millions of goats,\\nsheep and oxen, and past a thousand estates of surpass-\\ning beauty.\\nAt five o clock in the morning of the 16th we open\\nour eyes at Elandfontein, ten miles from Johannesburg.\\nWhat a sight in the clear cool African dawn to see from\\nthe pinnacle through the pure diamond-white atmos-\\nphere the dumps and stacks of hundreds of mines and\\nmills the passing panorama, as we sped to our des-\\ntination, of thousands of naked Kaffirs going hither and\\nthither, night shift and day shift; miles of ox teams with\\nthousands of tons of merchandise for interior distribu^\\ntion hundreds of mules in teams of from four to six\\nspans, heavily laden the engines, mills and machin-\\nery, whistling, roaring and grumbling, and withal, a\\nmatchless African morning, for on God s green earth\\nyou find it nowhere more perfect. Away in the dis-\\ntance were long buildings for chlorination and longer\\nones for the cyanide process, and big long trains of", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "Africa. 125\\noxen and mules, commencing at the initial point as a\\nreality and ending like an animate black line ten miles\\naway down the broad red road.\\nAt six o clock on the morning of November 16th\\nJohannesburg was reached, and here comes a coinci-\\ndence\u00e2\u0080\u0094the gentleman who registered before me at the\\nGrand Central Hotel wrote his name as follows E. S.\\nHincks, Whatcom, Wash., U. S. A. Yes, Teddy left\\nWhatcom on September 16th, took in Chicago, left\\nNew York on October 15th on the Storm King, and\\narrived in Johannesburg on the same train as the writer.\\nDuring my sojourn in Africa I made a trip to Pretoria,\\nthe beautiful capital city of the Boer Republic. It was\\nmy luck to meet President Kriiger, with whom I had\\ncoffee. Oom Paul is very like the pictures we have\\nseen of him. His face is stamped with lines of deter-\\nmination, but I found him very pleasant notwithstanding.\\nHe said to me\\nYou are an Englishman M\\nNo, Mr. President, I replied, I came from a coun-\\ntry that gained its independence a good deal the same\\nway that your country has I am an American.\\nVery glad to see you, sir, he remarked, and reach*\\ning under the table he picked up a paper, and read to\\nme that Baron Rothschild had said that the Americans\\nwere a Nation of Spendthrifts/\\nI told him that I had kangarooed all over the world,\\nand that I was not up on our national finances and\\ninternal affairs, but being aware of the fact that the\\nsalary of his Excellency, presiding over two millions of\\npeople, was the same as President Cleveland s, who\\npresided over about seventy millions, I felt that the\\nBaron s statement was not right\\nHe lau^ned, and, pointing to four gentlemen ap-\\nproaching, said that they were dynamiters coming to\\nsee him.\\nI pulled my freight, and while passing the quartette\\nI found that they were a committee from Johannesburg,\\non a mission regarding the tax rate on giant powder, or\\ndynamite.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXI.\\nSOME PERSONAL OBSERVATIONS ON OUR SOUTH AFRICAN\\nTRADE.\\nDuring my stay in Africa there was one thing that\\nparticularly attracted my attention, and that was the\\ngrowing popularity in the Transvaal of Americans,\\nAmerican ways and manners, and especially of Amer-\\nican goods. Indeed, I was so impressed with this fact\\nthat it has occurred to me that Great Britain s ambition\\nfor supremacy in South Africa may have for one of its\\ncauses a knowledge of the rapid increase of our South\\nAfrican trade, and jealousy of us on that account. In\\nan address to the Congress of the United States, upon\\nmy return, I wrote as follows\\nWashington, D. C, February 26, 1894.\\nTo the Congress of the United States Will you\\npermit me, as an American citizen, interested in the\\nwelfare of my country, to call your attention to a few\\nfacts and figures in regard to the increasing trade be-\\ntween this country and South Africa Having just re-\\nturned from an extended trip through that prosperous\\ncountry and noted with pleasure the interest taken in\\nmatters American and the British general fear and ap-\\npreciation of our rapid innovations into their most profit-\\nable territory, I submit the following as tersely as\\npossible\\nThe total British exports to South Africa for the\\nfirst nine months of 1893 were six million four hundred\\nand thirty-two thousand and thirty-eight pounds ster-\\nling, and for the year, over forty million dollars. The\\nexports for October, 1893, were one hundred thousand\\npounds sterling, or five hundred thousand dollars, in ex-\\ncess of October, 1892. These exports cover every vari-\\nety of manufactured goods. In return, Great Britain\\nreceived from South Africa in gold, silver, diamonds,", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "Perso?ial Observations on Our South African Trade. 127\\nivory, wool, hides, ostrich feathers, etc., over thirty\\nmillion dollars. Now, when we consider that over 75\\nper cent, of these exports and imports are to and from\\nthe South African Republic and Orange Free State, as\\nrepublican and anti-British as we are, or should be, then\\ncertainly the inference is, we should cherish and en-\\ncourage mutual trade relations.\\nI quote the following from the British and South\\nAfrican Export Gazette, a leading commercial paper\\n11 December 1, 1893. The increased extent to which\\nSouth African millers are using American wheat this\\nyear is shown in the fact that during the month of Octo-\\nber five thousand and ninety pounds sterling, and dur-\\ning the nine months fifty-six thousand and sixty pounds\\nsterling, were dispatched, as against only ninety-two\\npounds sterling for nine months of 1892/\\nAgain, the same paper calls attention to the enor-\\nmous increase in the receipts of American goods at\\nCape Town flour, oil, beer, and all kinds of agricul-\\ntural implements, cutlery, and manufactured cottons\\nmaking up the bulk. Of the six million dollars worth\\nof machinery used in the South African Republic, over\\none-half was manufactured in Chicago. In short, the\\ncommercial indications are great, and the United States\\nshould point with pride to her commercial relations\\nwith Africa.\\nFrom the port of Mobile are now dispatched vessels\\nladen with millions of feet of lumber for African use,\\nand as American mining managers increase in Africa\\nthe demand for American goods increases.\\nu While at the Crown Reef Mine I saw an order sent\\nto Philadelphia for eight miles of iron pipe, and I know\\nof the Primrose Mine sending an order to Puget Sound\\nfor one million feet of mining timber.\\nTwo lines of steamers, forty ships in all, sail from\\nSouthampton to Cape Town. Hamburg also has a Ger-\\nman line of eight boats. There has just started an\\nAmerican- African Line, and two ships have been dis-\\npatched. Another leaves March 8th. She was offered\\nfour thousand tons of freight more than she can carry,\\nand the carrying capacity of the line will be increased.\\nI refer to Hon. Watson C. Squire, Hon. Fred Dubois,\\nGovernor S. T. Hauser, Hon. Thomas Power, and Hon.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "128 Jim Wardner.\\nJohn L. Wilson, as to my responsibility, and a reference\\nby you to the American Consuls at Cape Town and\\nJohannesburg will verify my statement. I write this\\nsimply in the interest of American trade.\\nLater statistics have verified my expectations of the\\ngrowth of our trade with South Africa.\\nIn the years 96 and 97 exports from the United States\\nto Africa amounted to over seven million dollars\\nand in 98 to over eight million dollars. A significant\\nitem is the vast increase in the exportation of wheat.\\nFor the year 93, the exports of wheat amounted to a\\nlittle over $350,000. In 96 they had increased to nearly\\n$3,000,000, in 97 to over $3,600,000, and in 98 to nearly\\n$6,poo,ooo. These figures do not include manufactures\\nof wheat, such as flour, which reaches a big sum, and\\nother breadstuffs, barley, for instance, which in 1898\\namounted to nearly three-quarters of a million dollars.\\nOils, agricultural implements, cars, passenger and\\nfreight, tobacco, cigars, wood and manufactures of\\nwood, furniture, iron, leather, and hog and beef products\\nare important exports and show a gratifying increase in\\namount and value. An English authority states that\\nexports from the United States to South Africa have\\nquadrupled in the past ten years.\\nThus I have ever found that Americans can t be\\nbeat.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXII.\\nROSSLAND, B. C.\\nOn my return from Africa in 1895 I went to Kennedy,\\nNevada, a place about seventy miles from Winnemucca,\\nand there operated what at first promised to be a bonanza\\nin gold. I caused to be built for the owners a twenty-\\nstamp mill, operated it successfully, disposed of my in-\\nterest, and went to California. A genius in Jackson,\\nAmador County, named George G. Gates, had invented\\nand was working successfully a machine for saving\\ngold from low-grade tailings. His income with one\\nplant at the Kennedy mine was over $3,000 per month.\\nI purchased of him certain rights, took large contracts\\nfrom the Utica and Zeilla mines, and formed a company\\nin Chicago, of which Mr. C. G. Betts and Samuel Mc-\\nPherrin were active members. I then sold my stock\\nand struck out for Rossiand,B.C. The following Extra\\nfrom the Rossland Miner explains my first deal, on which\\nI made money\\nROSSLAND SOLD OUT.\\n*jim wardner s syndicate buys every unsold lot.\\nTHE PRICE IS $176,000.\\n44 Biggest Real Estate Deal in the History of Kootenay Pur-\\nchasers are Montreal Millionaires and C. P. Ry. Officials\\nWardner goes East.\\n44 In our issue of last week we stated that James F.\\nWardner had organized a wealthy syndicate of Montreal\\ncapitalists to invest in British Columbia mining- proper-\\nties. As soon as he returned to Rossland he began\\nlooking up a proposition for his people, and he soon\\ncame to the conclusion that the Miner has long held", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "130 Jim War drier.\\nnamely, that the town-site of Rossland is the biggest\\ngold mine of them all.\\nHaving come to this conclusion Mr. Wardner set\\nabout securing an option on all the unsold lots on the\\ntown-site. To-day he holds an agreement, on which he\\nhas made the first payment, to deliver to him 842 lots\\nfor the lump sum of $176,000.\\nThis is the biggest real estate deal ever made in\\nKootenay. Mr. Wardner leaves for Montreal to-mor-\\nrow afternoon at two o clock.\\nAs is well known, Mr. Wardner s syndicate includes\\nseveral Montreal millionaires and some of the highest\\nofficers of the Canadian Pacific Railway.\\nRossland is one of the most wonderful camps in the\\nworld. The mines of that district have been success-\\nfully productive and in most instances reliable and re-\\nmunerative. Some wonderful sales at astounding prices\\nhave been made. The Leroy, Center Star, War Eagle\\nand Josie have each brought to the owners millions\\nupon millions.\\nThe camp of Rossland is now largely in the hands of\\nCanadian and English capitalists. Its railroad facilities\\nare good, and taking into consideration the cheapness of\\nthe treatments and the freight I do not think there is\\nanother quartz camp on this hemisphere that has made\\nsuch rapid and certain strides toward a great success.\\nRossland is noted everywhere as being one of the\\nmost peaceful mining camps. Now, would you have a\\nglimpse of how law and order were maintained in Ross-\\nland in 1896, then a town of six thousand inhabitants,\\nbrought together from wide areas, differing in their dis-\\npositions and free from the restraints of orderly rela-\\ntions The Montreal Gazette says\\nDid you never hear tell of Jack Kirkup He stands\\nsix-feet-two in his stockings. He is built in proportion.\\nHe has a resolute eye and a voice which there is no\\ndenying. Jack Kirkup is the whole machinery of the\\nlaw in his own proper person. He is a constable, re-\\ncorder and judge, and I don t know what else besides.\\nHe walks the street with a quiet air of authority which\\nevery man respects. If any miner should misbehave,\\nJack takes a look at him and utters one word Get\\nu That man crosses the boundary once. Jack will", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "Rossland, B. C. 131\\nstand no fooling. He is tolerant, you know, as all big\\nmen are, and he does not mind a little thing. Thus, if\\ntwo miners have a little quarrel and are disposed to\\nfight it out, he will referee the fight. That is to say he\\nwill see fair play. And at a given moment he will\\nsay, i Stop You/ pointing to one of the fighters,\\n/have got licked. Now, be friends, and go to your\\nwork/\\nA great character is Jack. No nonsense. It is true\\nhe has a constable to help a little, but the power\\nlies with him and his word is law. He allows no thugs\\nor ruffians to stay in the district. We had trouble\\nonce with a lot of fellows who came from Coeur d Alene\\nand who wanted our miners to form a combine against\\nthe owners, with the object of getting higher pay and\\nshorter hours. They were scalawags, in short, and the\\nrespectable people were afraid of them, so a deputation\\ncalled on Jack one day and explained the circum-\\nstances. I tell you what you do/ said Jack. Manage\\nto put a chalk-mark on the backs of the men you want\\nout of this, and in twenty-four hours there will not be\\none in the district/\\nThe mark was put on the backs of the most obnox-\\nious characters, and Jack was as good as his word. He\\ncleared them out. I don t know how he did it. I know\\nthey left. One fellow talked about its being a free\\ncountry, and such like nonsense.\\nYou can have Kamloops (the jail, you know), or\\nyou can have freedom in the United States. Choose\\nquick/ He chose the land of liberty/", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXIII.\\nTHAT RAILROAD PASS.\\nIt was in connection with my promotion of the big\\nreal-estate deal in Rossland that the following incident\\noccurred. Mr. George McL. Brown, of Vancouver, B. C,\\nexecutive agent of the Canadian Pacific Railroad, will\\nvouch for its accuracy. This is the way the story has\\nbeen told\\nJim Wardner, of Far Western mining fame one of\\nthose mortals of such intense activity of mind and body\\nthat the best conditions of the present are naught\\nby comparison with the possibilities of the future,\\nand who are, therefore, in mining parlance, up to-day\\nand down to-morrow was a Milwaukee boy born and\\nbred, and as a consequence was a young-man acquaint-\\nance of Hon. Thomas G. Shaughnessey, now president of\\nthe Canadian Pacific Railway, who was also a Milwau-\\nkeean. Some time ago Wardner returned from a min-\\ning trip to South Africa, and drifted up into the Ross-\\nland district in British Columbia. There he struck a\\nproposition which he believed he could promote to ad-\\nvantage, provided he could reach Montreal. But Jim\\nwas broke. However, he managed to reach Van-\\ncouver, and, walking into the headquarters offices of\\nthe Canadian Pacific, said to the manager in charge I\\nam Jim Wardner, and I am an old friend of Tom Shaugh-\\nnessey s. Will you please wire him, and tell him that I\\nam here i broke, and want transportation to Montreal\\nThe manager, somewhat impressed with Wardner s\\npeculiar presence and address, telegraphed Mr. Shaugh-\\nnessey\\nMan named Jim Wardner, who says he is an old\\nfriend of yours, wants transportation to Montreal. Shall\\nI give it to him\\nBack came the reply Don t let Jim walk.\\nWardner at once obtained transportation and left on\\nthe first train for the East. Arriving at Montreal, he", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "That Railroad Pass. 133\\ncalled at the general offices of the company to see Mr.\\nShaughnessey, to renew old acquaintance and thank\\nhim for the favor granted. A number of prominent\\nCanadian gentlemen were present when Mr. Wardner\\nentered Mr. Shaughnessey s office with a hearty greet-\\ning of his old friend, which was as heartily returned.\\nM Hello, Mr. President so glad to see you and thank\\nyou.\\nWell, well, Jim, is this really you Then, with the\\nreal Shaughnessey twinkle of the eye How under\\nthe heavens did you get here so soon if you were broke\\nM Why, Mr. President, thanks to your telegram, Don t\\nlet Jim walk, of course I was at once furnished trans-\\nportation and here I am.\\nConfound those operators! with apparent severity,\\nIt is strange they cannot get my messages through\\ncorrectly\\nDidn t you telegraph, Don t let Jim walk inter-\\nrupted Wardner.\\nCertainly not. My answer was Don t I Let Jim\\nwalk!!\\nBut the later hospitalities heaped upon Jim thor-\\noughly assuaged his griefs, if he had any.\\nIt is with mingled feelings of amusement and dismay\\nthat I recall another instance of where a telegraphic\\nmessage went wrong, for it did not afford me as much\\nsatisfaction as did my previous experience.\\nI was just back from Cape Nome and had made up\\nmy mind that the gold find there was all that it was re-\\nported to be. It was really wonderful I do not sup-\\npose that I ought to tell this story on myself, but it is\\ntoo good to keep.\\nWe had quite a time of it coming down on a boat\\nfrom Alaska and we kept it up at Vancouver, so that I\\nfound myself overdue at home and I felt that some ex-\\nplanation was due. I went into a telegraph office and\\nwrote out the following dispatch Have been indis-\\nposed full particulars by letter.\\nMy hand, I will confess, was a trifle shaky, and in\\nsome way I ran the pencil through the word indisposed,\\nso that the message went with that word left out. It\\nwas productive of a domestic upheaval, which is pain-\\nful for me even now to dwell upon.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXIV.\\nONE ON THE DOCTOR.\\nSpeaking about railroad men, I never knew a railroad\\nconductor or brakeman who was a mean man. Most of\\nthem have a joke up their sleeve, and the way they\\nspring it on you makes your previous efforts to produce\\na joke look like thirty cents. The particular railroad\\nconductor I have in mind is Mr. Charles Morrow, of\\nSeattle.\\nNow, Mr. Morrow has a big wen on his forehead, and\\nof this he seems to be proud. It happened that while\\nrunning over the top of a long freight train one dark\\nnight he struck something and when he woke up he was\\nlying on a clean white cot in the Providence Hospital,\\nSeattle, terribly bruised and covered with bandages and\\nsplints, but still alive. Feeling himself, to see if he\\nwas all there, his hand moved to his head, and a smile\\npassed over his poor black-and-blue countenance. See-\\ning the doctor approaching, he- asked\\nSee here, doctor come here. Am I badly hurt\\nu Yes, seriously. Now keep quiet, my boy. 7\\nBut, doctor, where am I hurt the worst\\nYour head, the medico answered. Serious con-\\ntusions much swollen.\\nBut, doctor, is it where you ve got this big wad of\\nplaster, linen and bandages? (laying his well hand\\nthereon).\\nYes, my boy.\\nWell, doc, you might just as well let that d d\\n\u00c2\u00a9Id wen alone. You can t reduce him I ve tried it for\\ntwenty years.\\nCharles is now well again, and it gives him intense\\n.pleasure to make the old doctor set em up all\\naround.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXV.\\nWARDNER, B. C.\\nAfter my venture in town-sites I again turned to min-\\ning, and, in company with Gen. George Pfunder and\\nseveral notable Montreal capitalists, got hold of the Co-\\nlona mine, near Rossland. Accepting a favorable offer\\nI sold out all my holdings in Rossland, and started for\\nthe Pacific Coast again. I met Capt. F. P. Armstrong\\non the Canadian Pacific train, and at once joined him in\\nan enterprise which, but for the cold hand of fate, would\\nhave realized us both a great fortune. It was a big\\nscheme. A new town was to be started in East Koo-\\ntenay. It was to be called Wardner. The site selected\\nwas where the Crows Nest Railroad would cross the\\nKootenay River. Armstrong and myself were to be the\\nprincipal owners in fact, I was to have nine-tenths.\\nWe organized the International Transportation Com-\\npany I was elected president and we ran a line of\\nsteamers between Jennings, Montana, and Wardner, B.\\nC. We got our town-site crown-granted, added to our\\nline the beautiful new passenger steamer Ruth, and\\nwhen navigation opened business commenced in good\\nearnest.\\nThe Kootenay River is a torrential stream, navigation\\nis extremely hazardous, and most careful pilotage is\\nnecessary. In fact, only three men live that dare run\\nthat river, namely, Capts. Sanborn, Miller, and Arm-\\nstrong. Our boats would make the passage up in three\\ndays, and come down in eight hours.\\nTo resume. Navigation opened late in April the\\nboats were loaded to the guards with freight and pas-\\nsengers Wardner, B. C, was booming. Three clerks\\nwere employed making out contracts and deeds for town\\nlots. Two hundred thousand dollars would not have\\npurchased my big interest in the boats and the town.\\nBoth boats left Wardner May 7th, at nine o clock in the", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "136 Jim Wardner.\\nforenoon. I remained in Wardner, to look after the\\nreal-estate end, let grading contracts, and so forth.\\nOn May 9th a courier dashed into Wardner with a\\nletter from Capt. Armstrong. Great heavens my\\nboats were both gone, and with my boats had perished\\na thousand hopes and resolutions. I had said, On\\nChristmas day I will not owe a man a dollar. Home\\nwas to be adorned, and the wants of those near and\\ndear to me were to be filled. Reader, I have lost and\\nwon thousands of dollars, but I was stunned and dazed.\\nHowever, I soon recuperated, for I philosophized:\\nHave you not still your eyes, ears, legs, and appetite,\\nand Patience, dear reader. In company with Thomas\\nCrahan and Mr. Stevens I jumped into a small boat and\\nshot down that roaring, rising, wicked stream. We\\nmade 150 miles, and before dark were at the canon. I\\nfound Capt. Armstrong in good spirits, but Capt.\\nSanborn was feeling badly. He is the best swift-water\\nman in the world to-day. He could not live on smooth\\nwater. He had run steamers on all the most rapid\\nstreams in Washington, and is the only man that ever\\nsteamed up the treacherous Coeur d Alene. This was\\nhis first accident.\\nWe organized another company and built another\\nboat, but too late the water had fallen, the boom in\\nWardner lots was over. I sacrificed my stock and my\\ntown, and started for the Klondike.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXVI.\\nTHE LOSS OF THE STEAMBOATS.\\nFrom the Spokane Spokesman-Review is taken the\\nfollowing account of the loss of the steamers Ruth and\\nGwendolyne, just referred to, and the bravery exhibited\\nat the time by the wife of Captain Sanborn of the Ruth,\\nThe account says\\nThe Transportation Company lose from $40,000\\nto $50,000, with no insurance. They were literally\\nswamped w T ith business. The double wreck leaves\\nthem without a boat.\\nJ. F. Wardner, who is president of the company, has\\nbeen notified of the loss by courier.\\nA hundred passengers were in waiting at Jennings,\\nand over fifty carloads of merchandise must be diverted\\nelsewhere.\\nThe particulars of the wrecking of the steamers\\nRuth and Gwendolyne, on the Kootenay, bring to light\\nthe coolness and courage of the wife of Captain San-\\nborn, of the Ruth; and her part in the memorable event\\nis told in the following graphic description of the sinking\\nof the steamers, given by J. F. Harris, one of those on\\nboard the Ruth\\nWe left Fort Steele, at five o clock in the morning,\\nwith twenty-two persons aboard, passengers and crew.\\nWe had a beautiful run down the river, and took on\\neighty tons of North Star ore at Tobacco Plains. We\\nran into the canon, five miles from Jennings, about\\n5:30 last evening, and were running down with the\\nswift current and backing water. The river was rising,\\nand carried much driftwood. When the steamer was in\\none of the worst places in the cafion a long log drifted\\nunder the wheel and caught in the rudder. It was sim-\\nply impossible for Captain Sanborn to handle the boat,\\nand she quickly drifted on a rocky point in midstream.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "138 Jim Wardner.\\nThe river at that point is about 250 feet wide, and\\nruns like a mill-race. It all happened quickly, and\\nCaptain Sanborn, though wonderfully cool, level-headed\\nand courageous, was powerless to avert the disaster.\\ni When the steamer struck, the bow swung around\\nand sank. Mrs. Sanborn was one of the coolest persons\\naboard. She called out for every one to keep cool, as\\nthere was no danger, and her courage and confident\\nbearing had a fine effect on the passengers and crew.\\nThere was no excitement, and all behaved admirably.\\nThe passengers and crew crowded upon the little\\nrock in the wild water. There was not enough dry sur-\\nface for all, and some of us had to stand on a flat rock\\na few inches under water. The water rushed through\\nthe wreck, and in five minutes had torn the boat to\\npieces. Almost nothing was saved. Two or three saved\\ntheir valises, but that was all. I did not have time even\\nto take the money from my till. The company, how-\\never, saved its books and papers.\\nWe saved one of the lifeboats, and with that the\\npassengers and crew were ferried ashore. Mrs. San-\\nborn was the last person to leave the rock, positively\\nrefusing to leave until all others were taken ashore.\\nBefore all the passengers and crew of the Ruth were\\ntaken ashore, the steamer Gwendolyne, commanded by\\nCaptain Armstrong, came around the bend unexpect-\\nedly. Captain Armstrong took in the situation at a\\nglance, and realized his danger. He was in the course\\nfor the regular channel, but that was obstructed by the\\nwreck of the Ruth. He tried to make the other chan-\\nnel, but could not do it. The Gwendolyne swung against\\nthe Ruth, and soon broke in two. About twenty persons\\nwere aboard. They clambered to the wreck of the\\nRuth, and from that to the rock upon which we had\\nbeen saved. The fate of the Ruth was quickly re-\\npeated by that of the Gwendolyne. Both steamers are\\ntotal wrecks, and the river is strewn with wreckage as\\nfar down as Bonner s Ferry furniture, mattresses, and\\npieces of broken boat. I did not save a thing.\\nFour of us walked into Jennings last night. The\\nothers, crews and passengers of both boats, built a big\\nbonfire on the bank and remained there until this morn-\\ning, having nothing to eat and no bedding. They strag-", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "The Loss of the Steamboats. 139\\ngled into Jennings this morning, some coming down the\\nriver in boats and some walking.\\nThere was no excitement at any time, and the twa\\ncaptains behaved with admirable presence of mind,\\ncoolness and courage. They did everything that man\\ncould do to save their boats but it was an impossi-\\nbility/", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXVII.\\nKLONDIKE.\\nWhile the trip to the Klondike is not always enjoyable\\nand is at times perilous, yet the hardships have been\\nmuch exaggerated and are now lessened to a great ex-\\ntent However, it all depends upon conditions, i. e.,\\nwhether you carry your own load or whether somebody\\nelse carries it for you.\\nI left Lake Bennett on the Queen s birthday with four\\nbarge-loads of goods, many passengers, and my own\\nprivate boat. The trip was hazardous and extremely\\nunfortunate, as I lost one barge with its entire con-\\ntents in Miles Cafion, the other one had its contents\\nruined in White Horse Rapids, and my own boat met\\nwith a series of mishaps and had many narrow escapes\\nfrom floating ice and hidden rocks. I was indeed glad\\nto reach Dawson with the rest of my outfit, which\\nbarely got me out even.\\nThe market at that time was extremely good in Daw-\\nson. For instance, I sold 135 boxes of oranges and\\nlemons for $100 per box 10,000 cigars at 350 per\\ni, 000 and whiskey sold for $100 per gallon, and I had\\nwith me 100 gallons. These fortunate sales saved me\\nfrom heavy losses. The Dawson market is strictly a\\nmarket of supply. The demand is always good, but the\\nsupply regulates the price.\\nI then turned my attention to gold mining got hold\\nof a splendid claim on the Old Channel, and left for the\\nStates to solve the problem of economical melting of\\nfrozen ground in the Klondike. I had scarcely reached\\ncivilization when the gold fever broke out in Atlin, B. C,\\nwith renewed vigor. In the midwinter of 1898 I again\\nleft Bennett, traveling over the ice 200 miles to Atlin.\\nAbout this time the British Columbian Government\\npassed an alien law, a law both disagreeable and un-\\nprofitable to me. In the early spring I took to my boat", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "Klondike. 141\\nagain, and floated through the chain of lakes and down\\nthe mighty Yukon some 700 miles, arriving without\\nmishap in Dawson in July. Here I found my son,\\nJackson Hadley Wardner, with his young wife and little\\ndaughter who is the first white girl born in Dawson,\\nof which fact we all are very proud.\\nI had hardly time to pay my respects to Col. Steele,\\nwhen, from 1,760 miles to the westward, on the 22d of\\nJuly, 1899, came the news that gold had been discovered\\non the beach at Cape Nome by W. C. Slade and Wm.\\nThorn waite.\\nWhen I received private information of the authen-\\nticity of the great gold strike at Cape Nome (of which I\\nshall say more hereafter in this book) I was off like a shot.\\nIn fact, no power on earth could have stopped me. This\\ninformation came to me about noon, and that evening\\nI took the C. J. Hamilton and arrived in St. Michael s,\\na distance of over 2,000 miles down-stream, nine days\\nafterward. That evening all my hopes, wishes, and de-\\nsires in regard to this great gold country were verified\\nby many old friends and acquaintances, and not having\\na moment to spare that night I took the steamer Dis-\\ncovery. A tempestuous gale turned into a howling hur-\\nricane, but when we arrived off Cape Nome the sea had\\nsubsided, yet the swells were enormous. Capt. Hall in-\\nformed me that until the sea went down passengers\\ncould not be landed safely indeed, he did not think he\\nwould land any passengers that day. The fact is, there\\nwas a big swell on, but from the deck of the steamboat\\nthis rising and falling with the swell did not appear to\\nme to be very serious, and I did not realize the danger\\nof the surf. I determined to land at the first opportu-\\nnity.\\nMany minutes had not elapsed before, striking out\\nthrough the surf, came a little white dory. At intervals\\nit could be seen, now on the highest billow and then\\nplunged down out of sight. As the boat neared our\\nsteamer I saw only one man at the oars. It was with\\ngreat difficulty that he threw on the lower deck a pack-\\nage of valuable papers for an officer of the Alaska Com-\\nmercial Company. As he came down in his little boat\\non one of those billows, I exclaimed, How much\\nto take me ashore From way down in the depths a", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "142 Jim Wardner.\\nvoice answered, Five dollars. I said, All right, and\\nregardless of my baggage, which was not much, as that\\nlittle boat came rising up to the lower deck I made a\\njump, and in a moment I was soaring far above. Away\\nwe went, now on the crest of the highest billow and\\nagain down where a wall of sea was almost upon us. She\\nrode it like a duck, and he, with that consummate skill\\ninborn in a Danish boatman, watching his opportunity,\\nentered the surf and put that little boat on the crest of\\na beach comber that seemed too feet high, and there\\nwe held our position. He rowed for dear life, and had we\\nlost our position we should certainly have been engulfed.\\nOn, on we went, he battling to maintain the speed of\\nthat wave, and never ceasing his skillful efforts, until we\\nlanded with our boat within fifteen feet of Dick Daw-\\nson s Cabinet Saloon/ safe and dry. After hustling\\nquickly out of the boat I was surrounded by numerous\\nfriends and acquaintances. So great were the stories\\nthey told of Cape Nome that, even with my proverbial\\naptitude to disbelieve nothing in the gold line, I stood\\nand listened in wonder. But there it was, and there was\\nmy old friend, Tough-Nut Jack, with a poke of gold\\nworth $6,000, and there were Dawson, Walters, Capt.\\nSlade, Linderberg, and all the Swedish population,\\nCherokee Bob, Chas. Simpson,* Tom Nestor, Billy\\nNestor, Billy Chappell, Briggs, Hyde, Strout, Billy\\nWalton, and fifteen hundred others with money to burn,\\nand all told me they were making from $50 to $100 a\\nday off that golden beach.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXXVIII.\\nGOOD-BYE.\\nAnd now, with all the glowing aspirations and ambi-\\ntions of twenty-five years ago, I will bid you good-bye. I\\nam off to Cape Nome again, where I expect to pile up a\\ncolossal fortune, the foundations of which have already\\nbeen laid by my partner, Tough-Nut Jack. This is,\\nindeed, my last venture and when, dear reader, you are\\nperusing this book, surrounded by comforts and all the\\nluxuries of life, think kindly of the writer, whose trail\\nhas been covered with hardships, and who, if success-\\nful in this last and biggest struggle, will return to his\\nown dear ones, there to remain until the book of life is\\nclosed and he joins the great stampede to the Golden\\nCity of the New Jerusalem, there to meet the kindred\\nmining spirits and talk over the prospects in our\\nheavenly camp.\\nNow, in closing, with love to all and malice toward\\nnone, I ask merely this That the little marble marker\\nat my head bear only the sweet tribute of Barbarian\\nBrown:\\nOh, where, and oh, where has Jim Wardner gone\\nOh, where, and oh, where is he\\nWith his tales of gold and his anecdotes old,\\nAnd his new discover-ee", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "e ^s", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nEUREKA NOME\\nWe are told on unimpeachable authority that\\nHeaven is paved with gold. Cape Nome, on the\\nBehring* Sea, Alaska, is not heavenly from an atmos-\\npheric or climatic point of view all the year round, but\\nfor Nature s gold paving it is a heaven on earth. The\\nvery sands on the seashore are yellow with the precious\\nmetal and the under stratum is dotted with nuggets of\\nmore than ordinary size.\\nThis new miners Mecca is about two hundred and\\ntwenty-five miles north and west of the mouth of the\\nYukon River, and one hundred and thirty-five miles\\nfrom Healy, St. Michael s Island. I have seen most of\\nthe gold-mining regions on this mundane sphere and\\ncan truthfully say that none compare with Nome. It is\\nthe most remarkable gold-mining region at present in\\nthe world, if not in the entire history of gold-mining.\\nRegarding the description of the Cape Nome mining\\ncountry I have no hesitation in saying that as far as\\ndiscovered the sands of the seashore carry more or less\\ngold from a point two hundred and fifty feet out to sea\\nand beyond low tide, thence inland to the tundra, or\\nSiberian marsh, a distance of about five hundred feet.\\nI have prospected these sands at intervals on the beach\\nfor thirty-five miles the values, I found, were exceed-\\ningly uniform. The tundra will probably average about\\neight feet higher than the beach, that is, above high\\ntide. The tundra is a mossy, tufty morass, containing\\nwater on the surface in summer and ice to an indefinite\\ndepth. It has not been prospected to any great extent,\\nbut a number of thawing machines were sent up there\\nrecently, and undoubtedly before this time they have\\ngone deep into the frozen depths of the tundra.\\nMy theory is that the tundra contains more or less", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "146 Jim Wardner.\\ngold, which will be gotten at when the sand is reached,\\nand will probably be from eight to ten feet below the\\nsurface of the tundra. This, when found, will be in\\nplaces on the ancient beach of Behring Sea, where gold\\nwas deposited in vast quantities previous to the reced-\\ning of the sea. This tundra runs from high tide back\\nto the foothills with a very gradual slope. Reaching the\\nfoothills, I found the unmistakable evidences that once\\nthe tides reached this point. Again, regarding the tun-\\ndra, I found evidences of the old creek and river beds\\nof ancient days. These creeks are now named Penny,\\nSnake, and Nome, and there are numberless unnamed\\nswales and gullies, now dry, whose waters have been\\ndiverted into other channels. The gold in the tundra\\nunquestionably came from the various gulches, which\\nare now being worked for placer, in the foothills and\\nmountains, from seven to fourteen miles from the\\nbeach.\\nNow, again, regarding the beach, I might add that\\nthe gold taken from it up to date has been extracted\\nfrom the sand by means of the rocking process. In no\\nplace have the lower-grade sands been worked, miners\\npreferring to work nothing that paid less than $25 per\\nday. As the work of a rocker and two men does not\\nexceed, in ten hours, the washing of over two good-\\nsized washtubs of sand, it is easy to imagine how little\\nof the country has been disturbed. I panned, many\\ntimes, the tailings of the miners, and in no instance was\\nthe result less than $20 to the ton. I made these de-\\nductions by weighing the gold and allowing thirty\\npounds of sand to the miner s pan. By the -rocking\\nprocess I am certain it is impossible to extract more\\nthan fifty per cent, of the gold values.\\nMr. D. O Hara says I went down the river from\\nDawson about July 1st, arriving at Nome about the\\ntime of the beach strike. I bought out the right of\\nWilliam Whittlesey to a bit of the beach and went\\nto work with my partner. In just eight days we\\nrocked out $1,000. In the claim adjoining ours, at the\\nmouth of a small gulch running out of the tundra, two\\nmen took out $600 the first day, $1,200 the second day,\\nand three men on the third day took out $1,500.\\nI saw pretty good evidence that the gold was not", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "Eureka Nome 147\\ndeposited there by the action of the sea, for I found four\\nnuggets right at the edge of the tundra, the largest\\nworth $1.67 and the next $1.10. I don t think there is\\nany doubt that every inch of the tundra for a dis-\\ntance of eight miles back from the coast contains pay.\\nMr. Ringstaff, formerly a well-known shoe dealer of\\nSeattle, and Noble Wallingford, took a large number of\\npans at least a mile back from the tundra on the edge\\nof Cripple River bottom. They never failed to get from\\nforty to fifty colors, and found as high as 20 cents to the\\npan. John Grindle has a claim on the bank of Cripple\\nRiver for which he has refused $5,000. I have located\\neight claims in the region and consider it the richest belt\\nof placer in the world. I have been about 50 miles up the\\ncoast and over about 200 miles of territory. It all looks\\njust alike and gold can be found everywhere over it.\\nI was all through Norton Sound in a sloop, but saw\\nlittle until we got to Topock, about twenty miles below\\nGalovin Bay, where the Bonanza district begins. This\\ndistrict extends up to Cape Nome, and the Cape Nome\\ndistrict extends from the cape about twenty miles to a\\npoint four miles below Penny River. Here the Sinrock\\ndistrict joins on and runs about forty miles further up\\nthe coast.\\nI saw a man who had been over on the Siberian\\nshore. He asserted that diggings could be found there\\nas valuable as at Nome. I also saw several men from\\nCape York. That locality has been surface-prospected\\nonly, but it is said to be a country similar to Nome, ex-\\ncept that plenty of wood is to be found there.\\nI tested the ground at Nome in many places. Dry\\nCreek is rich, but there is no water to work with. Dex-\\nter is good, and Millionaire Chas. D. Lane is putting in\\na pumping plant to work with. I took out of one of\\nWallingford s claims on Quartz Creek as high as $1.85\\nto the pan, on the bed-rock of the rim. I don t think\\nthere is any of the beach sand that is not worth at\\nleast $5 a yard. Where rockers were worked it was\\npossible to put about two and one-half yards through\\neach day, and this averaged from $16 to $25 a yard\\nwhere the top was shoveled away and the pay-streaks\\nfollowed. As high as $50 a yard was found. Now, by\\noperating sluice-boxes, a man can shovel in about twenty", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "143 Jim Wardner.\\nyards a day of that kind of soil, which is exceedingly\\neasy to handle. Where sluicing is used it will pay to\\nhandle over every bit of the ground which was worked\\nlast summer. Pumping plants will be used largely next\\nseason.\\nIt is going to be a great country for quartz. I regard\\nit as highly probable that the gold comes out of ledges\\nin the hills back of the coast. These hills average about\\ni, 600 feet high near the coast, while the main range,\\nfrom sixteen to eighteen miles inland, is about 3,000 to\\n4,000 feet high. The formation is largely granite, slate,\\nlimestone, some porphyry, and much quartz. I have\\nnever seen any other region where there is so much\\nquartz, and there is certainly mineral in it. An)r of the\\nminers can tell you of the many lumps of solid\\nsulphurets of iron to be found on the beach. Back a\\nlittle way I have picked up many specimens, as large\\nas a man s hand, of the same sulphurets. The country\\nis full of graphite, too. I saw several beds. One at\\nDexter, on Galovin Bay, was eight to ten feet wide.\\nBut for the scarcity of wood it would be a very easy\\ncountry to prospect, much easier to get about in with\\npack animals than the Klondike region but the mos-\\nquitoes are frightful, worse than any place I have been\\non the Yukon or anywhere else.\\nMr. J. H. McPherson, of Sioux City, Iowa, made the\\nbanner record of the beach for forty-two days. A ver-\\nbatim copy of the forty-two days work, at $16 per\\nounce, is as follows July 28, $185 July 29, $64 July\\n30, $84.10; July 31, $152.65; Aug. 1, $143; Aug. 2,\\n$145.52 Aug. 3, $179 Aug. 4, $98.71 Aug. 5, $102\\nAug. 6, $113.85 Aug. 7, $188.40 Aug. 8, $245 Aug. 9,\\n$318 Aug. 10, $187; Aug. 11, $370 Aug. 16, $447 Aug.\\n17, $415; Aug. 18, $512.75; Aug. 19, $530; Aug. 20,\\n$295 Aug. 21, $165.40 Aug. 22, $106 Aug. 23, $313.60;\\nAug. 24, $244.40; Aug. 25, $272 Aug. 26, $456 Aug.\\n27, $401.40 Aug. 28, $56 Aug. 29, $74 Aug. 30, $128\\nAug. 31, $128 Sept. 2, $170.40 Sept. 3, $92 Sept. 4,\\n$50; Sept. 5, $188; Sept. 7, $140.80; Sept. 8, $124;\\nSept. 9, $68; Sept. 10, $81 Sept. 11, $100. Total for\\nthe forty-two days, $8,403.10.\\nThe gold-fields of this part of Alaska are not restricted\\nto the vicinity of Cape Nome, as glowing reports have", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "Eureka Nome 149\\ncome from Clarence Sound, Cape York and Cape Prince\\nof Wales. Galovin Bay has made a record, and the\\nplacers that will be discovered in the interior of the\\npeninsula, with the developments up to date, certainly\\nwarrant the expected rush.\\nDr. Kittleson, Recorder, says in reply to a question as\\nto Cape Nome s richness The gold is there and in\\ngreat quantities. It is a rich district. The creeks alone\\nproduced about $1,500,000 worth of dust this season, and\\nthe beach-diggings perhaps as much more. It is hard\\nto tell just what the beaches did yield, but I think the\\ntotal output of the district the past season was not far\\nshort of $3,000,000. The beaches are much more ex-\\ntensive than people suppose. They have been pros-\\npected and found to pay for a distance of forty miles\\nabove and below Nome City. For that matter, I think\\nthe whole section from Norton Bay to Cape Prince of\\nWales, a distance o\u00c2\u00a3 two hundred and fifty miles, con-\\ntains gold, and in some places the ground is very rich.\\nIt would be hard to say how far back from the sea it\\nextends, but colors have been found as far to the interior\\nas the prospector has worked.\\nJames M. Wilson, president of the Alaska Commercial\\nCompany, says in regard to Cape Nome The beaches,\\nI think it is safe to say, yield an average of $20 or $25\\nper day to the men, and that is a big thing. They are\\nalso finding more or less gold in the tundra. In truth,\\nthere seems to be gold all over that section, which is in\\nreality so large that it has not even been prospected\\nyet. What is my opinion as to the source of gold on the\\nbeaches Well, I don t think it comes from the sea.\\nThat is all fable. To my notion it was washed down\\nfrom the mountains through the medium of the Snake\\nand Nome rivers. When it reached the sea it was\\nwashed and churned about scattered all over the\\nbeach, in fact. The foregoing testimony corroborates\\nmine.\\nA town was naturally located between the Snake\\nand Nome rivers, and was called Anvil City. Later\\nin the season, however, it was incorporated and the\\nname changed to Nome City, which is now the me-\\ntropolis of the Nome district. It is a full-fledged city,\\nand has municipal officers as follows T. D. Cashel,", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "150 Jim Wardner.\\nMayor Alonzo Rawson, Judge James P. Rudd, Treas-\\nurer D. P. Harrison, Clerk Dr. Gregg, Health Officer;\\nKey Pitman, City Attorney D. K. B. Glenn, Surveyor;\\nW. M. Eddy, Chief of Police W. J. Allen, Chief of Fire\\nDepartment Geo. N. Wright, W. Robertson, C. P. Dam,\\nA. J. Lowe, Charles Pennington, and W. J. Donovan,\\nCouncilmen.\\nThe town is building up rapidly, and this spring it\\nwill probably be a metropolis of many thousands. Three\\ngreat commercial companies, viz., the North American\\nTrading and Transportation Company, the Alaska Com-\\nmercial Company, and the Alaska Exploration Com-\\npany, have large establishments, carrying every con-\\nceivable class of merchandise but there will be hotels,\\nbreweries, steam laundries and every conceivable busi-\\nness represented later on. Money will be made by the\\ncartload by thousands who are intelligent and fortunate;\\nsteamships will come in fleets, and sailing vessels by\\nhundreds, laden with coal, lumber, machinery, and beer\\nto this Eldorado of the North. Vessels should leave\\nSeattle as early as May 15 th, and it is advisable to secure\\npassage at the earliest convenience.\\nAmong the many new establishments to be erected at\\nCape Nome we notice the following\\nThe Hotel Nunivak,\\nNome City, Cape Nome District, Alaska,\\nOperated by the Nunivak Hotel Co.,\\nT. C. Healy, Gen. Mgr.,\\nm Will open about June 15th. One hundred rooms.\\nXadies and Gentlemen s grill room. American and\\nEuropean plan. Electrically lighted throughout. Tele-\\nphone service connecting rooms with office. Rooms\\nsingle and en suite, with bath. Also the best of\\nservice.\\nMr. T. C. Healy formerly ran the Regina Club Hotel\\nat Dawson, and was very successful. This immense new\\nhotel will be designed at Seattle, lumber will be cut and\\nfitted, and every article of household and kitchen fur-\\nniture will be purchased in Seattle. A large vessel will\\nbe exclusively loaded with the material and furniture\\nfor this hotel, and Mr. Healy confidently expects to be\\n.ready for guests and have everything in first- class", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "Eureka Nome 151\\n1\\nworking order two weeks after the arrival of the build-\\ning material.\\nAmong the many big projects for Nome are an electric\\nlight plant, telephone connection, and a street railway.\\nChas. E. Rosner, a Nome City attorney, interested with\\nDr. H. C. Wilkinson in various enterprises pertaining to\\nthe celebrated district, intends, with Chicago and San\\nFrancisco capitalists who have been granted a franchise\\nby the Nome City council, to construct a street railway\\nand an electric light and telephone system for the me-\\ntropolis of the new district. It is their purpose to ship\\nnorth the necessary material for all three concerns just\\nas soon as navigation will permit. They have under-\\ntaken to build about nine miles of electric road. Begin-\\nning in the heart of Nome City, which is at the mouth\\nof Snake River, it will extend along the auriferous\\nbeach five miles to the mouth of Nome River. Another\\nbranch is to be extended four miles to the mines on\\nAnvil Creek. The lighting system will be only for the\\ntown proper, but the telephone will be extended over\\nthe municipal section and also to the principal creeks of\\nthe district.\\nI have been asked hundreds of times these questions\\nHow do you prepare for the gold-fields of the North-\\nwest, and which is the best way to get there\\nTo the first query I cannot give you a better answer\\nthan that given by the MacDougall Southwick Com-\\npany, of Seattle, Wash., which is\\nMany who fail in their search for gold can directly\\nattribute their failure to their carelessness at the time\\nof outfitting. They do not seem to realize that their\\nsuccess, their health, and perhaps their lives, depend\\nupon securing a sufficient outfit of the very best quality\\nespecially designed for the Arctic climate, and having\\ntheir outfit packed so that no matter what hardship it\\npasses through the contents will be uninjured.\\nMany starting for the Alaska gold-fields make the\\nmistake of shopping around, asking numerous mer-\\nchants for quotations on flour, bacon, coffee, baking\\npowder, tea, etc. The reliable merchant who is familiar\\nwith the demands of the country will quote you prices\\non the very best grades of everything while the un-\\nprincipled merchant handles the very cheapest flour", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "i 5 2 Jim War dner.\\nmade bacon unfit for use even in this country, cheap\\nadulterated coffee, trashy baking powder, and so on\\nthroughout the entire list, quoting prices that reliable\\ngoods cannot be sold at. The unprincipled dealer,\\nknowing that not one in a thousand inspects the goods\\nas they are packed, or checks the weights, will quote\\nyou prices a trifle lower than the reputable dealer and\\nyou feel that you have saved $8 or $10 on your provis-\\nions, when, in fact, you have jeopardized the success of\\nyour trip, endangered your health and life by securing\\nprovisions which are of the poorest quality, and which\\nwill probably be totally unfit for use when on the trail\\na couple of weeks.\\nThe same error is made in the selection of clothing.\\nFor instance, the reliable dealer quotes you a genuine\\nMackinaw suit at $9.50 the unreliable fellow offers you\\na suit at $3.50; which is the worst shoddy. The $9.50\\nsuit will be worth every cent of the price asked, the\\nother perhaps not worth a cent. After you are once on\\nthe trail, your opportunities for buying are past you\\nmust make the trip with the outfit you have or turn back\\nYou naturally ask How shall I decide and guard\\nagainst such fatal errors? Our advice is, when you\\narrive in Seattle, visit some old-established house, ex-\\namine the goods offered, insist upon having the very\\nbest of everything, go into the packing room and see\\nyour goods weighed. Any reputable house will be glad\\nto allow you to do this. Most important of all, see\\nthat your outfit is correctly packed, for, no matter how\\ngood an outfit you buy, it will be absolutely worthless\\nbefore it has been on the trail a week if not properly\\npacked. It is absolutely necessary that every package\\nshould be waterproof, as it will be exposed to all sorts\\nof weather and usage, and the chances are that more\\nthan once before your outfit reaches the gold-fields it\\nwill be completely submerged. If improperly packed\\nthe entire outfit will be ruined, but if properly packed\\nthe contents of each package will reach their destina-\\ntion in as good condition as when they started.\\nThe means of getting to Nome City are various. Ot\\ncourse, reaching Seattle from any point south or east is\\nplain sailing, but from Seattle north the best way\\nis by either the North American Transportation and", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "Eureka Nome 153\\nTrading Company s elegant steamer Roanoke or any of\\nthe steamers of the Pacific Clipper Line, which will\\nmanage the splendid steamers Chas. Nelson, Geo. W.\\nDickinson and the Cleveland. The Pacific Steam Whal-\\ning Company will also run the ai steamers Valencia,\\nJeannie, Excelsior and Thrasher^ and the Seattle\\nSteamship Company will send a flyer every ten days.\\nThe Canadian Pacific Railway will have its usual fine\\nequipment. The Seattle- Yukon Transportation Com-\\npany will have the new steamer Santa Ana and also the\\nsteamer Lakme. The Empire Line will also operate\\nsome very fine ships.\\nWith the ceasing of hostilities in the Philippines we\\nmay expect the return of the Athenian, Tartar and\\nGaronne, and many more of these splendid passenger\\nboats, to aid in carrying the vast crowd from Seattle to\\nNome.\\nPassengers leaving San Francisco for Cape Nome will\\nfind fine accommodations on the boats of the Alaska\\nExploration Company.\\nNot only is it possible to make money by taking gold\\nout of Cape Nome, but money may also be made by\\ntaking commodities in. Here is an instance of the pos-\\nsibilities in the latter line\\nAt a point on the Yukon, about 750 miles from Cape\\nNome and about thirty miles above Rampart, possess-\\ning all the facilities for the cheapest kind of mining,\\nthere is located a coal mine, owned and operated by\\nMr. Thomas Drew, of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It is\\nlocated on the river, and has every facility for the rais-\\ning and developing of the coal in the cheapest manner\\nimaginable. So far the product of this mine has been\\nsold to the various companies operating steamboats on\\nthe Yukon River, and much of it has been brought into\\nDawson. In the present condition of affairs and taking\\ninto consideration the fact that the coal from this mine\\ncan be taken by an all-water route, and down-hill at\\nthat, to all the new discoveries in Alaska, its value will\\nat once be seen. The new and wonderful gold-bearing\\narea now called Cape Nome is absolutely without fuel\\nof any kind. The little driftwood that lay on the beach,\\nwhich floated from the Yukon across Norton Sound into\\nBehring Sea, and has lodged on the points and capes,", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "154 Jim Wardncr.\\nwill all be exhausted this winter. The incoming popu-\\nlation of 50,000 people will cry for fuel.\\nAs the distance from Seattle to Cape Nome is about\\n2,400 miles by water, and from Drew s mine to Cape\\nNome is only 750 miles, the value of that property, it will\\nbe seen, is enormous. Certain expenditures are neces-\\nsary, such as a new equipment of machinery, more de-\\nvelopments, and the maintenance of barges and tugs.\\nThe present price of coal in Cape Nome is $150 per ton.\\nMr. Drew, like myself in the case of the Blue CaSon\\ncoal mine, owns and operates his mine alone, and has\\nsold enough to the transportation companies to develop\\nhis property and leave him a handsome money balance,", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "SAILING FOR CAPE NOME\\nAbout May ioth, 1900,\\nLarge and Magnificent Steamship,\\nCENTENNIAL\\nConsider carefully the advantages in com-\\nfort and conveniences in traveling in a\\nship of this class as compared with steam-\\nschooners and smaller vessels. Reserva-\\ntions for passengers and freight made now.\\nApply to\\nNORTHWESTERN COMMERCIAL CO.,\\n201-202 Pioneer Building,\\nSEATTLE, WASH.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "MITCHELL, LEWIS and\\nSTAVER CO.,\\nManufacturers and Dealers in\\nFINING AAGHINERV\\nAND SUPPLIES.\\nKlondike Prospector, for Prospecting Under\\nWater.\\nEngine Boilers of all Sizes and Styles.\\nMechanical Gold Washer Takes the place\\nof ten men with rockers.\\n308-310 FIRST AVENUE, SOUTH,\\nSEATTLE, WASH.", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "JIM WARDNER S CAREER.\\nHe struck it Rich in Idaho and is now Fairhaven s most\\nEnterprising Citizen.\\nMr. and Mrs. James F. Wardner registered\\nat the Rainier yesterday. Jim Wardner,\\nas he is familiarly known, has had a re-\\nmarkable career, having made and lost sev-\\neral fortunes, until he now stalks on the\\ntop of the heap as a leading Bellingham\\nBay banker, and the owner of half a dozen\\npaying mines. Jim made his last great\\nstake up in Idaho, where he fathered a\\ntown near some mines that he owned, and\\nthe town is on the map still as M Wardner.\\nThe town appears to better advantage on\\nthe map\u00e2\u0080\u0094 cuts more of a figure than it does\\ntip in Idaho. But Jim sold out long before\\nthe mines petered and ere the boom died,\\nand now he lives in the finest residence in\\nFairhaven, on a terraced hill, and his house\\nis surrounded by a handsome park, designed\\nby an expert gardener, decked out with\\nrare flowers and shrubs. Then he owns\\nthe speediest horses in Fairhaven and has\\na finger in almost every enterprise the town\\nsupports.\\nSeattle Post-Intelligencer (j8g f).", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "PACIFIC STEAM WHALING CO.\\nFOR\\nCAPE\\nNOME\\nSAILING FROM SEATTLE AND CARRYING\\nU. S. MAILS,\\nA i STEAMERS:\\nJEAN1E, April 25th, EXCELSIOR, April 30th,\\nVALENCIA, May 30th.\\nThe P. S. W. Co. s steamers are sheeted with\\niron bark, and specially constructed to break ice,\\nand will be the first steamers to reach Cape\\nNome. For freight or passage apply\\nPacific Steam Whaling Co.,\\n313 FIRST AVENUE SOUTH, SEATTLE, WASH.\\n30 CALIFORNIA STREET, SAN FRANCISCO, CAL.", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "IF YOU WANT TO\\nKNOW ANYTHING\\nABOUT CAPE NOME\\nWrite us and we will gladly answer your questions,\\ngiving you only the latest and such information as\\nwe know to be reliable.\\nWHEN YOU START FOR NOME,\\nHave your mail addressed in our care. You will\\nreceive it promptly while you are in Seattle, and it\\nwill be forwarded to you promptly after you start\\nfor the gold fields.\\nONLY ONE.\\nThere is only one Alaska supply house that is older\\nthan any other; whose knowledge of the needs of\\nthe Alaska prospector has been gained by supply-\\ning his needs for the past twenty-two years.\\nIt appears that our experience can be of use to\\nyou. It s yours for the asking. Write us freely\\nfor any information you may desire.\\nWHEN YOU ARRIVE IN SEATTLE\\nYou will find us just a block from Union Depot.\\nMake your headquarters with us you ll be wel-\\ncome. We will cheerfully furnish you with all\\ninformation you desire, and consider you under no\\nobligations to trade with us.\\nThe MacDougall SouthwickCo.,\\n717-19-21-23 FIRST AVENUE, SEATTLE, WASH.\\n487 BROADWAY, NEW YORK.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "BACK FROM ROSSLAND.\\nMr. James Wardner is back from Rossland,\\nand is stopping at the Windsor Hotel. Mr.\\nWardner, or Jim, as he is affectionately\\ncalled along the Pacific Coast, has had a won-\\nderful experience in mining during the past\\nthirty years. If he had a half hour to spare, he\\ncould tell more mining stories than would fill\\nthis paper. And these stories would be full of\\ndramatic interest. There would be humor in\\nthem now and then there would be a dash of\\ntragedy. Chiefly they would be brimming over\\nwith human nature. He knows all the cele-\\nbrated characters who have given piquancy to\\nmining life in California or British Columbia.\\nIt was his good fortune to make friends with\\nall classes of character he encountered, and he\\nis regarded with the greatest affection by the\\nminer and the prospector. Jim conforms to\\nthe uses of civilization with great gravity when\\nhe comes East. Out West he is one of the\\nboys. He has been used to roughing it and\\nrather likes it. Withal he has an eye like an\\neagle, and a judgment that is seldom at fault,\\nand if Jim pronounces a favorable judgment on\\na property, you may invest your money. He is\\ninterested in several properties in British Co-\\nlumbia, and it is to further these that he comes\\nEast so frequently.\\nFront Montreal Newspaper (mSqs).", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "PABST\\nMILWAUKEE\\nBEER\\nExcels all others\\nUp to date.\\nThe Only Milwaukee Beer Sold\\nin\\nCAPE NOME.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "PACIFIC CLIPPER\\nLINE.\\nE. E. CAINE, President.\\nSteamships\\nHUMBOLDT, CHAS. NELSON,\\nCLEVELAND, GEO. W. DICKINSON,\\nCZARINA, RESOLUTE.\\nSteamers every Five Days during May and June,\\n1900, for\\nCAPE NOME and ST. MICHAELS.\\nReservations being made now. Secure your space.\\nRegular Sailings for Skagway and San Francisco.\\nGeneral Offices: ARLINGTON DOCK, SEATTLE.\\nCity Office: 622 FIRST AVENUE, SEATTLE.", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "James F. Wardner, or Jim Wardner, as\\nhe is known to mining men all over Amer-\\nica, arrived from the South last evening and\\nis a guest at the Hotel Driard. His last\\nmining investments have been in the Atlin\\ncountry, from which he came recently to\\nrecuperate his health in California, and of\\nwhich he predicts great things. He is usu-\\nally a good prophet, too, in mining matters,\\nas witness the Kootenay of to-day, of which\\nhe was one of the earliest and most enthu-\\nsiastic pioneers. Besides being a good\\nminer, operator and maker of new cities,\\nJim Wardner with his nerve has fur-\\nnished material for many famous stories.\\nThe tale of Shaughnessy, Wardner and the\\npass has now been published in practically\\nevery paper of America, Hawaii, Australia,\\nand the English press of the Orient, and at\\nlast advice it had been put into German and\\nwas doing duty in the Fatherland.\\nVictoria Colonist (March, i8qq).", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "A\\nGold-saving Machine.\\nIF you intend to mine you know that the\\nloss entailed under the ordinary process\\nof working placer deposits of gold varies\\nfrom 20 to 50 per cent. Most of this can be\\nSAVED.\\nSWAIN S IMPROVED\\nGOLD AMALGAMATOR\\nwill do it. This fact has been demonstrated\\nwithout a doubt.\\nA dollar saved is a dollar earned.\\nThe machine will be sold outright to\\nthose who intend to work the beach or tundra\\nsands of Alaska.\\nCompact and portable.\\nInvestigate for yourself, or write to\\nThe Nome Gold Mining and\\nDevelopment Co.,\\n211-212 MUTUAL LIFE BUILDING, SEATTLE, WASH.", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "Empire Line\\n-TO-\\nST. MICHAEL,\\nCAPE NOME,\\n-AND-\\nYukon River\\nPoints.\\nLargest and Best Steamships Sailing North*\\nTons. Passenger Capacity.\\nS.S.OHIO 3\u00c2\u00bb5oo 325 i st class 475 2d class\\nS. S. PENNSYLVANIA 3,500 325 1st class 475 2d class\\nS. S. INDIANA 3,500 325 1st class 475 2d class\\nS. S. CONEMAUGH 2,500 50 1st class 400 2d class\\nFirst Sailing from Seattle N T T T\\nDirect for Cape Nome V. M I I\\nOn or About May 25, 0# v/lllVy.\\nEmpire Transportation Co.,\\n607 FIRST AVE., SEATTLE, WASH.\\nINTERNATIONAL NAVIGATION COMPANY,\\nor any of its sub-agents in the United States,\\nCanada or Europe.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "James F. Wardner and family go out\\nthis morning to remain permanently.\\nJim is one of the pioneers of the Hills,\\nhas always been in business and has\\nalways made friends. He is every inch\\na rustler and has done as much for the\\ndevelopment of this country as any\\nman in it. He has been prominently\\nidentified with many enterprises that\\nhave brought great wealth to the coun-\\ntry, and will return in the Spring with-\\nout his family and organize and put in\\nsuccessful operation others.\\nWardner (Idaho) News.", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "THE\\nHOTEL NUNIVAK,\\nNOME CITY, CAPE NOME DISTRICT,\\nALASKA.\\nOperated by the Nunivak Hotel Co.\\nT. C. Healv, General Manager.\\nWILL OPEN ABOUT JUNE 15th.\\nONE HUNDRED ROOMS.\\nLADIES and GENTLEMEN S GRILL ROOM,\\nEUROPEAN AND AMERICAN PLAN.\\nElectrically lighted throughout; telephone service\\nconnecting rooms with office.\\nROOMS SINGLE AND EN-SUITE, WITH BATH.\\nAlso the Best of Service.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "Hotel Marlborough, N. Y.,\\nFebruary 1st, 1900.\\nMR. STEVE BAILEY,\\nProprietor Hotel Northern,\\nHeadquarters for Cape Nome,\\nSeattle, Wash.:\\nPlease reserve me room 125 for the month\\npreceding the sailing of Sam Barber s slick steam-\\nship ALPHA, which will leave Vancouver on\\nApril 10th, 1900.\\nJ. F. WARDNER.", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "James F. Wardner again\\ncomes to the front in the\\nbig chloride mining deal,\\nplacing him in the front\\nrank of the enterprising\\nmen of the period. That\\nhe is one of the most suc-\\ncessful mining operators of\\nthe West, goes without say-\\ning. He has done much to\\nfurther the interests of this\\ngreat country, and his name\\nwill live in the history of\\nWashington.\\nHelena Independent", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "CAPE NOME FLYER LINE.\\nOcean-going Steamers every ten days\\nfor\\nCAPE\\nNOME\\nand St. Michael\\nDIRECT.\\nFirst Sailing Date on or about APRIL ioth,\\n1900.\\nFor Freight and Passenger Rates apply to\\nSeattle Steamship Co.,\\nWHITE STAR DOCK, FOOT OF SPRING STREET,\\nSEATTLE.\\nTelephone, Main 528.", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "S. S. ABERDEEN\\n(BUILT IN 1899.)\\nCapacity, 1,000 tons. Passenger accommodations, 220.\\nAll modern conveniences for comfort.\\nPOSITIVELY SAILING FROM TACOMA DIRECT\\nFOR CAPE NOME\\n10th MAY, 1900.\\nThis Company will have its own complete equipment\\nfor the safe and expeditious landing of passengers\\nand cargo on arrival.\\nFor Freight and Passage apply to\\nAlaska Transport Co.,\\n114 NINTH STREET, TACOMA.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "Men unacquainted with Jim Ward-\\nner regard Col. Sellers as the typical\\nAmerican romancer but they who\\nhave been fortunate enough to brush\\nup against Wardner s brilliant im-\\nagination know that Sellers was\\nquite ordinary in his line. Sellers\\nsoared in the clouds. Wardner rises\\nabove the fleeciest cirrus, tran-\\nscends the airy cushion of the\\nearth, and boldly floats in the ether\\nof the Universe, and all this time,\\nparodoxical as it may seem, he is\\ndown in the depths of the earth,\\nshoveling out gold by the carload.\\nNew York World.", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "S.-Y. T. CO.\\nESTABLISHED 1897.\\nTO CAPE NOME AND ST. MICHAEL\\nNew Steamer\\nSANTA ANA\\nWill Sail About MAY 20th, 1900.\\nThe Santa Ana is a fine, brand-new steamer, with\\nfirst-class passenger accommodations. Capacity, 1,200\\ntons freight, and a speed of 12 knots an hour.\\nStr. LAKME\\nWill Sail On or About MAY 15th, 1900,\\nWith Passengers and Freight. Both steamers connect at\\nSt. Michael with our river fleet, SEATTLE No. 1, SEAT-\\nTLE No. 2, SEATTLE No. 3, ROCK ISLAND, for all\\nYukon River points.\\nReservations may now be made at the offices of\\nSeattle- Yukon Transportation Co.,\\n90-92 COLUMBIA STREET,\\nOr SANDER HAYNES, Pioneer Square,\\nSEATTLE.", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "HO!\\nFOR\\nCAPE NOME.\\nWe will send the very first steamer from\\nSeattle to Cape Nome in the Spring, and\\nwill have the first steamer reaching Cape\\nNome. We will make you a low rate on\\ntickets and freight. Don t buy or con-\\ntract before calling on or writing us.\\nReservations now being made\\nSEATTLE CAPE NOME\\nTRANSPORTATION CO.,\\nRoom 6i, Sullivan Block,\\nSEATTLE.\\nD. G. GRAMMAN,\\nGeneral Manager.", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4529", "width": "2724", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4491", "width": "2715", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "i", "height": "4729", "width": "2896", "jp2-path": "jimwardnerofward01ward_0200.jp2"}}