Showing posts with label California. Show all posts
Showing posts with label California. Show all posts

Monday, 9 July 2018

Lost Gold Mines


From Sexton Blake Library #644 Dated October 1938
Recently in the Press there has been reported the discovery of a new gold-mine. This is located in a place bearing the fascinating name of Yellow Knife in the North-West Territory of Canada. The Yellow Knife River flows into the Great Slave Lake to the North of Alberta.
The great difference between this discovery of gold and previous finds lies in the fact that it was made from the air. A prospector, who had been knocking about Canada for thirty years, was flying over a bit of desolate country when he spotted the strike.
He was able to see the veins in the rocks and, landing immediately, began to stake his claim. In addition to the veins in the rock there are also gold deposits at the bottom of the lake. No wonder the lucky finder christened his biggest claim as Treasure Island.
It seems as if the mine now dis­covered is quite incapable of getting lost—mainly through the fact that its position can be constantly located from the air. Many of the old-time prospectors would have been very grate­ful for such an aid. For in the old days mines were constantly getting lost, and often tragedy dogged the footsteps of the original finder.
! For Instance, there is the story of the Lost Arch mine situated in the Turtle Range, California. This mine was actually discovered on two occasions. Yet no one can locate it to-day.
The Lost Arch was first found entirely by chance. Two men dying of thirst lay under an arch of rock. One of them spotted a golden nugget.
Scrabbling with his hands he found that he was reclining over a large pocket of gold. But this discovery was fated to do him no good. His com­panion died there on the spot. And it was a long time before the discoverer could crawl into civilisation, almost at the last gasp.
After recovering he made several attempts to find this gold-mine, but when he died, in 1889, it was in poverty, for he could not make his way back to the mine.
And this is not the end of the Lost Arch. Some fourteen years later a young botanist stumbled upon the same canyon with its amazing natural arch. He also spotted the gold and made a note of the site.
Back in civilisation he told of his find and arranged with another man to set out for the spot. But the very next day he was killed in an accident.
So the Lost Arch mine is still lost.
And there have been many others with a like history—mostly the original finders have found tragedy.
An old prospector once got lost in the arid wastes of that stretch of country known as Death Valley. He was dying of thirst when he happened to dislodge a rock. That rock was solid gold!
Looking round, he saw that he was surrounded by the precious metal. Thirst, for the moment, was forgotten.
He loaded himself with samples of the gold and set out to win his way back to civilisation. But after several days of nightmare-walking he fell into the hands of a wandering tribe of Indians.
In the course of a fight the unlucky prospector was badly wounded in the head, which caused him to go out of his mind.
Subsequently he recovered, and for many years after he would set out on his journey to Death Valley. But he never saw his mine again, and though the country has been searched for many years since the gold has never been found.
It almost seems that the discovery of gold is linked up with some sort of trouble for the finder.
A month or so ago the papers re­ported the death of a man in the Paddington district. He was found gassed in a back room.
It came out that for some time he had been drawing the dole.
Yet at one time he had been rich.
For he had been a gold-mining engineer in California where he had been able to amass several thousand pounds.
With this behind him he had set out on his travels. Then the gold-mining concern failed and he was soon penniless. Though still under sixty he could not find employment, and this undoubtedly preyed on his mind.
The Strange story of the Goler mine brings out the fact that it is not the obssession of gold that is the chief lure. In this case, a man named Goler with two partners discovered a rich mine. The partners died of thirst and Goler returned to civilisation determined to fit out an expedition to exploit his mine. He never found it again.
But later another man set out to find it. He failed in his quest, but by an extraordinarv chance found another rich strike. This proved so fruitful that he is said to have amassed a huge fortune. However, he ran through it. And once more penniless he set out for the Goler mine.
From this last journey he never came back. No trace of him was ever found.

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Thousand Dollar Chinchilla Hat


Thousand Dollar Chinchilla Hat
By Dorothy Verrill
The Hartford Courant; Jan 8, 1950; pg. SM14

California is fortunate in many respects, among them the fact that its efficient Governor, Earl Warren, has an extraordinarily pretty wife, who is not only a charming and attractive person face-to-face, but very easy on a camera lens, despite the fact that she has raised a large family and is twice a grandmother. Other interesting and unique aspects of California's advantages over other states include the scope of its successful crops, which range from fish to furs, from palms to potatoes, from movies to minerals and from chickens to chinchillas. As a matter of rather surprising fact, the balmy climate of Southern California yields a bumper crop of luxuriously furred creatures, including not only mink in all its mutations, but the precious fur of the Peruvian chinchillas, transplanted from the lofty altitudes of their native Andes to the wide open spaces of Gardena, outside of Los Angeles, and doing so well, under modern scientific care, that the tiny animals, once faced with extinction, now yield enough peltry to make chinchilla again available as a fashion item.
At Gardena a group of fur farmers, pooling their resources and know-how under the name of the Allied Distributors, have what they consider the largest fur farm in the world, devoted exclusively to mutation and ranch minks and the fabulous chinchillas. Their ranch covers 10 acres and is as spic and span as a New England kitchen, each little cage of fur yielding animals tended as carefully as a millionaire's child, and each creature given the utmost in modern scientific diet and other treatments calculated to promote rich, beautifully colored and lustrous pelts of the most luxurious type. There are literally thousands of these pampered creatures at Gardena, but the chinchillas are the acknowledged aristocrats of the ranch, the leaders and the pride of their owners. Consequently it was the fur of chinchillas that the fur farmers chose as a Christmas gift to the beautiful Mrs. Warren, and after selecting their prize skins, carefully matched by their own expert, Andre de Vajda of Beverly Hills, (who has been furrier to European royalty and knows what chinchillas should be) the "chinchilla men" of Allied Distributors commissioned Keneth Hopkins of Beverly Hills to design a hat for Mrs. Warren, using their furs.
Keneth Hopkins, famous California millinery stylist had never made a hat for Mrs. Warren before, although his clients include top movie, radio and theater stars as well as Los Angeles society, but he studied portraits of Mrs. Warren and the current Christmas card sent out by the Governor and his family, which shows the entire group and their pets, beautifully drawn by the eldest son, and depicting Mrs. Warren in a fur hat —purely imaginary. Mr. Hopkins then went to work, and designed a modified chechia, to be worn, side tilted in profile style, its brim entirely of the silvers-gray chinchillas, a crown of gray velvet, and for adornment a great cluster of crimson roses with rich green foliage, posed to fall against the cheek. The roses were suggested by the fact that the chinchilla farmers, in sending their Christmas gift to the First Lady of California, expressed the hope that she would wear it to the Tournament of Roses at Pasadena “and on many other occasions in a Happy New Year”. Roses also, combined with chinchilla, typify the varied crops of California. The hat reached Mrs. Warren by air and special messenger on Christmas day—she tried it on and found it completely becoming, wondered how Keneth Hopkins had done it without seeing her, decided to wear it to the Rose Bowl festivities with a black costume and short black Persian lamb coat. The hat is valued at $1000, for a chinchilla coat costs close to $100,000 still. It is one gift that had no duplicate in any stocking or under any tree this holiday season.

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