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32 / <strong>Desert</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> / February, 1967<br />

Warming up & drying out. We had<br />

camped in a prospector's 'gopher hole'<br />

just north <strong>of</strong> Granite Wells one bitter<br />

cold rainy winter night. Dad is on <strong>the</strong> left.<br />

back for it later. With a stick and bare<br />

hands, he buried <strong>the</strong> big poke and <strong>the</strong><br />

four sacks <strong>of</strong> highgrade in <strong>the</strong> nearest<br />

s<strong>of</strong>t, high ground where it would be safe<br />

from wind and water. According to <strong>the</strong><br />

waybill, it was on <strong>the</strong> easy slope <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

nose <strong>of</strong> a little smooth ridge a short distance<br />

from <strong>the</strong> road and about seven miles<br />

south <strong>of</strong> Indian Spring. It was not deep,<br />

but covered with just enough dirt to hide<br />

it. With some head-sized rocks nearby,<br />

he made a marker cross on <strong>the</strong> ground by<br />

placing a dozen or so side-by-side. To distract<br />

a chance passerby, he threw his pack<br />

saddle and blanket into a gully in <strong>the</strong><br />

opposite direction from <strong>the</strong> dead burro<br />

p.nd carrying only <strong>the</strong> small poke and a<br />

canteen, he headed for Barstow.<br />

He made <strong>the</strong> railroad all right, but at<br />

a price.<br />

By <strong>the</strong> time <strong>the</strong> train arrived in Los<br />

Angeles, he was delirious. When he recovered,<br />

his hospital nurse put an ad in<br />

a Los Angeles newspaper to try to find<br />

<strong>the</strong> only person he knew, and trusted, in<br />

<strong>the</strong> Southland. My friend Mike indentified<br />

this man only as "Whitey" and was<br />

close-mou<strong>the</strong>d about how he came by <strong>the</strong><br />

tracing <strong>of</strong> Whitey's map. He did reveal<br />

that Whitey was a produce packer foreman<br />

constantly on <strong>the</strong> move, as he followed<br />

<strong>the</strong> crops. After <strong>the</strong> nurse ran <strong>the</strong><br />

ad, a friend notified Whitey and he went<br />

to see <strong>the</strong> prospector who proved to be<br />

an old buddy <strong>of</strong> Whitey's fa<strong>the</strong>r. Someone<br />

had cashed <strong>the</strong> poke <strong>of</strong> gold <strong>the</strong> old<br />

man arrived with and had banked <strong>the</strong><br />

money (just over $2300) for him, so he<br />

Search is circled.<br />

gave a blank check to Whitey, drew a<br />

map, and asked him to buy a new car, go<br />

recover <strong>the</strong> cache—and keep <strong>the</strong> car for<br />

his trouble.<br />

By <strong>the</strong>n it was <strong>the</strong> height <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> packing<br />

season, <strong>the</strong> desert was hot, and<br />

Whitey already had a new car. So he tore<br />

up <strong>the</strong> check, gave <strong>the</strong> map back to <strong>the</strong><br />

prospector, and told him as soon as <strong>the</strong><br />

desert cooled and work slacked <strong>of</strong>f, he'd<br />

take him back to get his gold and ore—<br />

and <strong>the</strong> only charge would be gas.<br />

The next thing Whitey heard about it<br />

was from <strong>the</strong> hospital. The prospector<br />

had died and named Whitey his heir.<br />

After Whitey paid <strong>the</strong> bills, <strong>the</strong>re was<br />

less than $100 left, but <strong>the</strong> map was with<br />

<strong>the</strong> old man's things.<br />

Whitey's search proved fruitless and in<br />

/ tried all kinds <strong>of</strong> combinations. This is<br />

seventeen miles south <strong>of</strong> Indian Spring.

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