It was somewhere in the neighborhood of Mono Lake that the marvellous Whiteman cement mine was supposed to lie.Every now and then it would be reported that Mr.W.had passed stealthily through Esmeralda at dead of night, in disguise, and then we would have a wild excitement--because he must be steering for his secret mine, and now was the time to follow him.
In less than three hours after daylight all the horses and mules and donkeys in the vicinity would be bought, hired or stolen, and half the community would be off for the mountains, following in the wake of Whiteman.But W.would drift about through the mountain gorges for days together, in a purposeless sort of way, until the provisions of the miners ran out, and they would have to go back home.I have known it reported at eleven at night, in a large mining camp, that Whiteman had just passed through, and in two hours the streets, so quiet before, would be swarming with men and animals.Every individual would be trying to be very secret, but yet venturing to whisper to just one neighbor that W.
had passed through.And long before daylight--this in the dead of Winter--the stampede would be complete, the camp deserted, and the whole population gone chasing after W.
The tradition was that in the early immigration, more than twenty years ago, three young Germans, brothers, who had survived an Indian massacre on the Plains, wandered on foot through the deserts, avoiding all trails and roads, and simply holding a westerly direction and hoping to find California before they starved, or died of fatigue.And in a gorge in the mountains they sat down to rest one day, when one of them noticed a curious vein of cement running along the ground, shot full of lumps of dull yellow metal.They saw that it was gold, and that here was a fortune to be acquired in a single day.The vein was about as wide as a curbstone, and fully two thirds of it was pure gold.Every pound of the wonderful cement was worth well-nigh $200.
Each of the brothers loaded himself with about twenty-five pounds of it, and then they covered up all traces of the vein, made a rude drawing of the locality and the principal landmarks in the vicinity, and started westward again.But troubles thickened about them.In their wanderings one brother fell and broke his leg, and the others were obliged to go on and leave him to die in the wilderness.Another, worn out and starving, gave up by and by, and laid down to die, but after two or three weeks of incredible hardships, the third reached the settlements of California exhausted, sick, and his mind deranged by his sufferings.He had thrown away all his cement but a few fragments, but these were sufficient to set everybody wild with excitement.However, he had had enough of the cement country, and nothing could induce him to lead a party thither.He was entirely content to work on a farm for wages.But he gave Whiteman his map, and described the cement region as well as he could and thus transferred the curse to that gentleman--for when I had my one accidental glimpse of Mr.W.in Esmeralda he had been hunting for the lost mine, in hunger and thirst, poverty and sickness, for twelve or thirteen years.
Some people believed he had found it, but most people believed he had not.I saw a piece of cement as large as my fist which was said to have been given to Whiteman by the young German, and it was of a seductive nature.Lumps of virgin gold were as thick in it as raisins in a slice of fruit cake.The privilege of working such a mine one week would be sufficient for a man of reasonable desires.
A new partner of ours, a Mr.Higbie, knew Whiteman well by sight, and a friend of ours, a Mr.Van Dorn, was well acquainted with him, and not only that, but had Whiteman's promise that he should have a private hint in time to enable him to join the next cement expedition.Van Dorn had promised to extend the hint to us.One evening Higbie came in greatly excited, and said he felt certain he had recognized Whiteman, up town, disguised and in a pretended state of intoxication.In a little while Van Dorn arrived and confirmed the news; and so we gathered in our cabin and with heads close together arranged our plans in impressive whispers.
