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world's ways. He had a hobby, and that 

 hobby was to have plenty of bosses. It is 

 said that at one time he actually had thirty- 

 five superintendents and bosses, with only five 

 real workmen to dig for the gold and to do 

 all of the work. He became fascinated with 

 the many lures in and around the lively town 

 of White Horse. "Wine, women, and song" 

 did for him what it has done for thousands 

 of other men, and so his mining experience 

 was fitful and erratic. The inevitable end 

 came sooner than was expected. His money 

 vanished, he ran into debt, the work on the 

 mine was shut down, the houses for the oper- 

 ators and the road-house for visitors w^hich 

 had been built at heavy expense were left to 

 the mercies of wind and rain. 



The valuable machinery and tools, besides 

 the livestock, were mostly left uncared for, 

 and the buildings, though still standing, are 

 rapidly going to ruin. In such a fashion 

 came the ending of another gold-mining 

 dream. 



As I rode through this "deserted village" 

 one day, not a living thing could be seen, — 

 not even a dog. We saw the untenanted 

 houses with wide-open doors as if beckoning 

 some one to come in and occupy them. The 



