NOTHING NEW. BY ROGER BURKE, JR. I can on! tell you what I saw: . An old); pie—woman. at dead of night, When the mat was keen, and the Winds were raw, On the curbstone sitting, by a street-lamp hght. With a trembling. twisted hand she drew A ragged shawl round her summer dress: But the winds went searching her through and through, _ With a bitter and mockingly keen caress. Her story was written o’er four-score years; Her face had but one expressxon at last! Nothing new; nothing strange; only the old hot tears- _ Youth, beauty, and hope, all dead in the past. Till twelve by the clock, and the streets were lone, She waited and watched for a penny more; Then rose from her borrowed seat With a moan, And stumbled away with her scanty store. Where she went! How she lived! too much like them all! A few keep home; most have none to keep; But live, as ou know, in kennel or stall, And die w ere all are too wretched to weep. That is all: only what, in passing] saw, In the rich Broadway, many a night— ' Like your mother or mine; when the Winds were raw, _ 0n the curbstone sitting, by a street-lamp light. Poor-House Pete, The Postal-Clerk Detective; on, The Secrets of Fisher Farm. BY EDWARD L. WHEELER. CHAPTER xv. MURDER. CONTRARY to our young detective‘s expecta- tions, that ni ht was not as desirable for the purpose be in view as he had prophested. The sky was mottled with fllying clouds, so that the moon only peeped throu occasmnally, and a strong rain-wind was lowing from the south. Just as soon as it was dark Pete went to J os- lyn Hall, and, armed with a key with which‘ the colonel had rovided him, he secured the light two—seated s ' and carried it to the shore of the little lake. It was a heavy load, but he managed to up under it, and reached the water’s edge in safet , although considerably exhausted. Co onel J oslyn soon put in an up rance, and half an hour later came Graham t e detec— tive. “ I was a little delayed,” be ex lained, apolo- getically. “ There were a num er of people congre ated at the farm-house as I came past, and so stop to ask what was the matter.” “ What is the matter .3” Pete asked, quickly. “ Why, a murder has been done,’ was the grim reply. “ A murder?” Pete echoed. “ A murder!” the colonel gasped. “ Yes. Samantha Fisher has been stabbed three times through the heart and is dead l” Gra- ham announced. “ Joshua Fisher is also stabbed several times, but still lives, although unconscious. Suspi— cion is openly directed at Colonel Jack J oslyn. I believe you are the man, are you not?” And he laid his hand upon the colonel’s shoul— der. “ I am Colonel Jack J oslyn, sir '.” was the haughty reply. “ Who are you?” “ A detective, as .the lad here has doubtless told you, and I will arrest you, instead of givmg the local officers a chance. But, mark me, sir, as sure as I arrest you, that sure will I clear on l” “ M God! I suspected of a crime like this ——I, W 0 have always been a peaceful citizen?” “ ’Sh! be brave! Do not lose your nerve. Both Pete and I are sure of your innocence, and if old Fisher can be revived it will only uire his antemortem statement toset you clear. on were heard to use threatening language toward Fisher, and that’s what leads people to t you. Come, now; we will make a roundabout circuit, and I will manage to arrest on in the village. It will look better than t ough you were found here. Pete, you return to the farm- house and be alive to everyt ' .” “Where is Devere?” Pete asked of the colo- nel. “Haven’t seen him since this forenoon,” was, slumber, but business is business. I am Oliver Osgood, a Government detective.” The farm hand looked sullen but not surprised. “ \Vell?” he demanded, “ what of that?” “ A good deal. You discovered the crime?” ti Yfil )1 “ Where were you at the time it was Commit- )3 ted? “ Here layin’ down.” “ You card yells f” H Yes. ” “ And rushed to the house?” “ Yes.” “ The murderer was gone?” ‘ ‘ Yes.” “ Did you make any search for him?” “ No. I was too scart. I run fer the bors.” _ . “ Honeybee, we have come to you for mforma- tion,” Graham said, sternly. “ Colonel J oslyn Is neigh- not the right man, but the captain is.” Honeybee‘s face did not change expression, as the detectives had anticipated. “ I’m sure et ain’t none 0’ my biznem,” he re- turned, sullen] . H “ It is,” Graham went on. "When I tell you, that I know of the existence of the counterfeit den, and the illicit distillery, and that a general arrest is to be made, perhaps you can use your tongue more freely l” “ I dunno. What do on want?” “I want to know the particulars about these places, about the Fishers, and about the easiest way to reach the captain l” Honeybee was plainly affected by this speech. He looked ill at ease. “ What then i” he demanded. “ This much. .You make a clean, .open breast of the whole matter and I’ll guarantee you won’t be molested.” “ You swear to it 9” H I do.” “ Waal, et ain’t much I’ve got to tefl you,” Honeybee admitted, sitting up, and eymg the detectives, warily. “ I’ve bin workin’ fer old man Fisher for a ear, now, simpl as a farm hand. From what ’ve picked up, know thar is an illicit distillery an’ a bogus money plant, but as I got big wages it wasn’t none 0’ my biz- ness to give it away. I hadn’t nothin’ to do with 1, it. “ Where is the distillery?” “ In the swam .” “Ah! 'Where does the stuff come from, out of which the whisky is manufactured?” “ It’s onloaded b night at the further side 0’ the swam onto a atboat and carried into the heart of t e swamp.” “ How man men are employed?” “ Two—J ac Bender an’ im Bin .” “ And, now, how about the counterfeit den?” “ Dunno nothin’ ’bout that, ’cept it’s some- where’s in under the house.” “ Who is interested in the still?” “ Old man Fisher an’ five or six others. It turns out lots 0’ likkcr, an’. pays big, but has to be run careful.” “ Is Fisher and C0. counterfeiting?” ' “ No. The old man knows about it, tho’, an’ gits paid for allowin’ it ter be carried on about his remises.” “Who is the captain?” “ I don’t know ’cept that he’s some relation ter the ole man.” “ Indeed? Bender is also in with the counter- feiters?” “ Mebbe, tho’ I don’t know for sure.” “ \Vho do you think committed the murder?” “ I don’t know!” “ Yet on 't?” “ I’Vaa , of it comes to that, I’d blame the cap- t’in! 6t “ ’Cause I know the captain was at the house in the afternoon an’ I heard some tall cussin’ ’twixt him an’ the ole man. Ye see, the ole man made”his will last night, an’ I s’pect it was about that. “ Ah! what lawyer was employed?” “ Kerns.” Graham had made short-hand memoranda of the farm-band’s testimony. “ Now, about this bogus den :—is there more than one way in and out of it?” ‘* “ Like enouglei. Ail thet I know, is, thet there is a hole in t bluff at the ed of the lake, which leads to the lace. The ole are hid b the tall dense gro h o’ reeds and water '- lows.’ “ Any other information you can give us!” “ None. That’s all I know.” “ Very well. We’ll leave on now, but shall return by and by. If we fin you still here we shall have to arrest you on suspicion.” “ All right. You’ll find me here l” Honey- bee said, significantly. ' also interested in the the reply. CHAPTER XVI. Pete hastened rapidly awlgg'. CONCLUSION. On arriving near the F' er place he found PETE and Graham their left the barn, and the big gates open, and the farm-house sur- their first movewas toorder the police trol in rounded by nei hbors. There were also several officers from — present, who were uard- ' the doors and keeping away the crow . ete had a key to the rent door and gained entrance to the house without troub e. Here he found a shocking sight. Joshua Fisher, white and unconscious, had been laid upon the very couch where Pete had lain that morning, and his wounds were being dressed b two local doctors. A t ' physician, assisted by nei hbors, had lain poor old Samantha upon 1; e kitchen settee. She was dead, and the floor 'of the kitchen y as white as wax, was now besmeared with blood. Murder most foul had certainly been done. The excitement was intense. As near as could be told the crime had been committed an hour before Pete’s arrival. Hank Honeybee had heard screams and rushing to the house, had found the 01 man and woman weltering in their own life's blood, and the murderer gone. Then he had alarmed the nearest neighbors, and they had spread the news to W . Pete gaced to and fro, very nervous and ex- cited. uch questions as were asked him he answered, but advanced no theories. In his mm opinion, his father was the murderer, but would not hint such a thing until he could consult with Graham. “ think he will live?” he asked of one Of‘llhe ysicians who were attending Fisher. “ '30 '1“ y recover,” was the reply. We shall hard to keep him alive, an , if poaSIble, get to I? will? W. ‘53? fab?” “11 one 08 11 arrested and lodged‘in jail. yn T1115 news seemed to appease the curiosity of the crowd outside, for one by one, they depart- ed—all except the immediate neighbom Graham and Peter had a consultation as soon racti'cable. ‘ You think Paul Perkins is the man?” Pete said, interrogativel . “ Without a don t. He must to at out of the town at any fter some deliberation they as notl‘ie allowed police the boat to be doubly ' t in their watch aboutthebaseof the l . The ni ht away, and our two defectives were g1 w en it came morning. Joshua Fisher was still alive, and therefore as the physicians prophesied that he would not live the day out, the coroner decided not to hold an inquest over the remains of Samantha until her husband should die. Despite their caution, the detective workings of Graham and Pete had got out to that extent that they were regarded as having possession of full particulars about the murder, and would eventually clear up the whole affair. With daybreak, Graham and Pete went to IV— and held a conference with the sheriff and chief of lice, and secured their cobperation, should it needed. A visit was made to lawyer Kerns. “ I hear you made a will for Joshua Fisher?” Graham said, after introducing himself. “ I did, and also drew 11 another document,” was the prompt reply. “ ntil the death of my client, however, I shall say nothing.' If he ever arouses so as to speak he can tell all. If not, I shall give in my testimony at the inquest, so far as it oes.” “ hat do you think about the charge as it stands a ainst Joslyn?” “ It is nfamons. But understand one thing: Yen are a. detective—I a lawyer. It is known only to you that Fisher made a will. So do not connect me with the case until the inquest. Then there may be some surprising develop- ments.” “ I anticipate you. I think,” Graham said. “ Joslyn has a bitter enemy?” “ Perhaps.” “This enemy will attempt to swear Joslyn’s life awa ?” “ Wel ?” “ You have that which will make this enemy out a rjurer?” “ Yglel must excuse me—this is my busy day,” Kerns said, evasively, as he took up his pen and turned to his writing. And so the two detectives departed. “ All works well,” Graham averred. “ I don’t see much else to do now but watch and wait.” Before returning to the farm-house they visit- inbO their COHfldellCe. to a certain extent, and a ed the jail and gave Colonel J oslyn comfortin strong watch was kept of the farm-house, and a boat $trol was vigi ant upon the lake. If an] Perkins had not already escaped, there certainly was not much chance for him to 8%. en Pete and Graham were satisfied on this pOint thzysheld‘auother consultation and com- no . “ We must find this man Honeybee.” Pete said, “ and pump him. , The chances are that we may be able to learn something from him—the where- abouts of Jack Bender, if nothing more.” “ You are right.” . r some searching, Honeybee was found, in the hay-ham, sleeping upon a bundle of buf- falo~robes. He sat up and glared at the detectives, as Gra- perceived that the detective a revolver. consolation and assurance that he would be f . Pete also called upon Josie and cheered her up for the blow caused by her father’s arrest had fallen heavily upon her. . Then Pete and Graham returned to Fisher F . The crowd in the vicinity of the grim old mansion had multiplied greatly, as compared with the previous night, but was very quiet and orderly, and appeared, most of all, to be await— i the announcement of Joshua Fisher’s death. 6 old man had failed rapidly during the de~ tectives’ absence, and the physicians had given up all hope of his reviving sufficiently to make an ante-mortem statement. The coroner had already im anneled a jury, and but waited the coming of eath to hold an other part of the town. ham awoke him, but offered no fight when he inquest. as his services were in demand in an- “ What d’ye want?” he ow “ Nothin replied. “ About noon Joshua Fisher stirred uneasily, but a little information,” Graham and the watchers gathered around him and lis- rry to disturb you from your placid toned. Presently his lips parted and he uttered the words: “ My son!” in a faint voice. Then his face became distorted, and the death— rattle sounded in his throat, and his spirit fled to its Giver. 4 Two hours afterward Coroner King began the in nest. mong those present were the jury, the phy- sicians, the sheriff, chief of police, some seven or eight neighbors, Detective Graham, the pestal clerk, Pete, and Gilbert Vaughn and son. The farm hand, Honeybee, had also been brought in at the last moment. He simply testified to hearing screams, discov- ering the bodies, and giving the alarm. The testimony of the neighbors. in regard to being notified, occupied the next half-hour. Several gentlemen, at the instance of the elder Vaughn, were called in, and testified to having heard Colonel J oslyn threaten the deceased far- mer. The physicians next testified as to the direct cause of the deaths, which ensued from wounds inflicted by a dirk-knife. When they were through, Gilbert Vaughn step (1 forward. “ Efore a verdict is rendered,” he said, “ I have a bit of testimony to give in. There is not a doubt in my mind but what Jack J oslyn com- Inin the crime. Last evening, about the time the murder appears to have been done, myself and son were passing this house in our carriage. As we were (passing, we saw J oslyn come out of the gate an hurry across lots toward “'——-—. KnoWing nothing of the murder, we thought lit- tle about the matter, as the cut across lots is much the nearest route to VV—-——. My son will corroborate my testimony.” Guy Vaughn arose and stated the same, sub- stantially, as his father had done. ' As he sat down, the door opened and three men entered. They were, respectively, Jack Bender, Jim Bings, and lawyer Kerns. Bender ste forward. “Gentlem l” he said, “I come here to sur- render myself and companion to the law, and to make a'statement. But, first, I charge you to arrest Gilbert Vaughn and son, not only for malicious perjury, but for being interested in an illicit distillery, which has been running at full blast, in this town.” 2;: At a motion from Graham, the Vaughns were quickly taken into custody. , Bender then went on: “ We do not surrender ourselves for being in any way mixed up in these murders, but for be- ing employed by the illicit distillery company, and also for being employed by a notorious counterfeiter, whose hang-out is beneath your feet. We hope by giving ourselves up to get lighter sentences.” “ Do you know anything about the :murder?” the coroner demanded, sternly. “ We do. \Ve have just come from the pres- ence of the murderer. His name is Paul Fisher, and he is a son of the deceased. He ran away when a boy, and only returned two years ago. He has spent the most of his time in his den, be- low here, since. When we heard of the murder we went to the secret chamber, or sub-cellar, and found him covered with blood. He con— fessed having done the job. He said the old man had made a will leaving everything to this boy ”—-pointing to Pete—“ who is Paul Fisher’s son, and to Josephine J oslyn. When he learned the fact, it so enraged him that he stabbed the old man and woman to death!” A cr of horror escaped the listeners. “ W ere is this man now?" the coroner de— n . “ In the sub-cellar. He swears he will never be taken alive. He has enough powder there to blow up a city, and swears if an attempt is made to a roach him within twent -four hours, he willlbllow this lace to atoms. e’s a desperate cuss, and wi do it. He took a big dose of laudannm while we were there, and that will fix him! Here the man drew a package of money from his ket. “ his he directed me to return to Colonel J os- lyn,” Bender went on. “ It was he who commit- ted the burglary, but not of his own accord. He was paid to do it by Gilbert Vaughn, so that Vaughn could improve the ({pportuni'ty to fore- close the .mortgage. As for aughn’s statement that he and his son saw Joslyn coming out of the grounds here is a bare-faced lie. Ill tell you why: Bings an’ me had an idea Joslyn was go- ing to lead a search for the still, an’ so Binge shadowed the colonel’s movements all day Sun day. The colonel left the town at about half an hour after the murder was done, and came cross- lots to the lake-shore, where he met Pete here. Bings dogged him, an’ kin swear he didn’t go within a hundred rods 0’ the road, or this house. He met Pete, and they talked till a man cameu an’ told of the murder.” “ This fellow tells an undoubtedly correct story,” Graham now stated, stepping forward. “ I am, unknown to many of on, Oliver Os- good, Government detective. ith the assist- ance of Master Perkins I have found out about this illicit whisky and counterfeiting business, and persmall know that much of this fellow’s statement to true.” “ And as for Paul Fisher being the murderer,” inte Lawyer Kerns, “ I can give an affirm— ative opinion. On Saturday night I waited u on Joshua Fisher, and drew up a full and exp i- cit will, encompassing ever ' cent he owned in the world! In my presence e destroyed a will which had Sgueathed all his pro erty to his son. He sta to me that his son ad always been a wild rascal, and that, as they had had a uarrel, onl that day, he, the old man, stood in fear of his ife, and wished to change his will before it was too late. He bequeathed half of his entire wealth to his grandson, Peter Perkins Fisher, and the other half to Josephine J oslyn, providing she marries Peter, within two years’ time. If not, the entire fortune goes to the boy. Furthermore, I drew u a confession, which was dul signed, to the e ect that a company in- clu ing himself, Gilbert Vaughn and four other prominenit citizens of W—, had been engaged In the il icit manufacture of whisky for two years past, and thus defrauding the Government out of the customary revenue and taxes. Also, that his son, Paul Fisher, and Gilbert and Guy Vau hn, had been engaged in the manufacture and disposal of spurious money, for two years past, in a sub-cellar beneath the Fisher Mansion; —that within a few months past, he, Joshua Fisher had ceased to be connected with the liquor business, thereby incurring the enmity of his former partners, and had warned his son to remove his unlawful business from the prem- ises, thereby incurring his enmity. And he closed b ho ing he would be for 'ven, and that the law- rea ers wouldbedriven rom thetown!” Much more was said by the various persons present, but it is scarcely worth while to repeat it here. A verdict was brought in that Joshua and Sa- mantha Fisher came to their deaths from the ef- fect of knife-wounds inflicted b their son, Paul Fisher, and the coroner paid raham and Pete a complimentary tribute for their interest in the case. As soon as the inquest was over, the farm- house was cleared of all but the sheriff and po- lice, a few neighbors, who were to lay out the bodies, and Pete and Graham. The chief of police and his men escorted Gil- bert Vaughn and his son to the W——— jail, and Bender and Bings were also taken into cus— tod . CPOlonel J oslyn was set at liberty, and warmly congratulated by the citizens. At the farm-house a consul ion was held as to the advisability of attemp ing to arrest Paul Fisher. “It’s our duty to try and secure him!” the sheriff said, “but if he is so desperate a fel- low, there’s no telling but what he might blow us all up. ” “ I’m of the opinion that he would.” Graham declared. “He knows the jig’s up with him, and he don’t mean to hang.” “ But if he took laudannm that will be likelyto render him powerless?” “Providing he took enough,” was the reply. “ He may have only taken that as a blind, in anticipation that Bender was going to squeal. and we, supposing him powerless, would ven— ture to attack him. Then he would light the powder.” The detectives supposition quelled the sheriff’s ardor for venturing into "the counterfeiting chamber. He had the reputation of being a bold and daring official, but it became evident at once that his good sense rebelled at the idea of being blown up by gunpowder. In fact, there was no one who had pluck enough to remove the fire-board and explore the fire-place. No one except Pete. He watched his chance when he was temporarily left alone in the par— angina approaching the fire-place, listened in- n y. - Despite his oft-expressed resolution, he felt a sort of gnawing pity for his sinful parent. \Vithm the fire-place the deepest silence reigned, and finally, no longer able to contain his curiosity, Pete softly removed the fire—board. As he did so, he perceived that a rope about the size of a clothes’ line was fastened to the board on the inside; saw that a spiral staircase descended abruptly into the deepest gloom. The rope followed the staircase downward. At this instant Graham and the sheriff sprung into the room. “ Great God, be ', what are you doing?” the former cried. “ ’ou’ll have us blown to atoms!” “ Nix!” Pete replied. D’ye see that .2” And he pointed to the rope. “Yes! es!” “Well that leads to the sub-cellar, I calcu— late. W en I opened this board that rope rung a bell to warn my father!” .The two men turned white with apprehen- Sion. Pete, however, simply laughed. “Don’t be scared!” he said. “IVe’d be in Kingdom Come before now if the man “was able to send us there. The laudannm hasdone its work, and I’m going down.” “ For Heaven’s sake, wait!” Graham pleaded. “ Wait a few minutes, anyhow.” e “ All right!” and seizing the rope, Pete gave it a violent jerk. begp from far below came the faint tinkle of a “ I’m just investigatin’. But no explosion followed. “ The boy is right,” the sheriff said, finally. “ I’m going down. ’ ' They procured lanterns, and with drawn re- volvers, descended the spiral stairway which was surrounded by stone walls. Down! down !——then, they finally came to the sub-cellar. I It was a large apartment. Counterfeiting apparatus was scattered about everywhere. Upon the hard bottom, in the vicinity of a little fire, lay Paul Fisher, swollen and distorted —the laudannm had done its work! And not a foot from the fire enough powder was emptied to have blown .the house above to pieces. _'__ IVhat need we add in conclusion ? Joshua Fisher, Wife, and erring son, were buried side by side two days later in the “7—— cemetery, and the funeral was one of the largest turnouts ever known in that town. Subsequently, revenue ofiicers, led by Oliver Osgood and Pete, raided both the counterfeit- ing cellar and the illicit distillery and destroyed the entire apparatus, Osgood receiving 00d pay and Pete a complimentary medal, as he ad now no need of pecuniary remuneration. The handsome fortune left him by Joshua Fisher was more than enough to see him com- fortably through life. The trial of the Vaughns, Bender and Bings, and the several members of the Whisky ring came off in due time. Bender and Bin s re- ceived comparatively light sentences an ac— cepted them with good grace; but the Vaughns received sentences to long terms of imprison- ment at hard labor, and it served them right. Colonel Joslyn’s money was restored to him, and when the sheriff’s sale came off, he bought back J osl Hall. From —, Osgood went to New York, and succeeded in capturing a number of the ro es whose occupation it was to “ shove ” Paul l'gi‘sl - er’s “queer.” ' The tragedies at Fisher Farm so set Pete against the place that he finally sold it; and in- vested the proceeds in a paying enterprise. Once Poor-House Pete, but now a handsome and much-sought-after young man, and a favor— ite in W—’s aristocratic social circles, he often looks back and wonders what would have been his course in life had he not been adopted by Joshua Fisher and got that terrible whipping. Who can tell? Two years passed and then, as the followin new a r clipping will show, he consummate the care that Joshua Fisher had expressed in his last will and testament: “ MARRIED. “ FISHER—JOSLYN.—On the 12th inst.. at the resi~ dence of the bride’s father, Mr. Peter Fisher, to Miss JOSephine Joslyn, both of W—.” There was a grand wedding; and we wish, as did the merry guests, that the newly-wedded couple‘s path through life may be smooth and swathed in sunshine. THE END. The lost Ca_hi_n Gold-Mine. BY J. M. MACARTHY. THE Lost Cabin Mine in the Wind River Moun- tains, and the romance connected therewith pro- mise to make the feature of the old—mining excitement of the coming season. he lost cab- in stands in the mountains of Fremont county in Wyoming Territory, near the Wind River Canyon, and not far from Hoo Doo creek. It is a dismal-looking affair, made of roughly-hewn timber, with port-holes for windows, and hear— ing evidences of border warfare. Who built it was never known, and its ver locality was, un- til last fall, one of the mysteries which scores of hard mountaineers and gold-hunters sought vai y to unravel. It has only recent] been learned that the cabin was found last fa l by a lucky prospector, and the strange histor of the place is now on everybody’s tongue. wenty- five ears ago a party of Sioux Indians on a hunting-expedition stopped near the head of the canyon of the Big Horn to shoot fish, and while there discovered a mineral which they believed to be gold. Several of them were bus picking out the stuff with their knives, when t ey were surprised by a party of Crows and driven away. The Sioux carried with them three or four nu - gets of (great value, and on returning to their agency isposed of them to the whites, who tried, without success, to learn where the were found. As hostile Indians were plentiful in that locality, no great effort was made to discover the mines until after the Black Hills were opened to settlement. Then dozens of adventur- ous parties started out for the Big Horn range, and man of them were never heard of after- ward. ome time in 1877 a man came into Fort VVashakie, and reported that he and several companions had been mining up in the moun- tains, near Wind River Can on, and that all but he had been killed by Indians. He was not very bright, and no great attention was paid to him, although he had a long story to tell about the richness of the mines, and the fact that he and his comrades had built a cabin, which could beeasigI found, if as? one dared make the ef- fort. e disappear , after awhile, and as the Indians were troublesome. nothing more was thought of the matter for the time. After a little, interest; in the matter was re— vived, and several parties started out in search of the cabin. When they abandoned the search others took it up, and at length the lost cabin became everybody’is1 quest. Interest in the mine was kept at fever eat, because the Indians in that vicinity frequently brought gold to Fort Vl'ashakie, but refused to tell where they found it. The red-men have been exceedingly jealous of the whites, and though it is now tli>m\'ci‘u,l that the mines are not on the reservation at all, the Indians have always insisted that. the “illli‘ man’s business was to attend to cattle and leave the gold to them. The search for the cabin had been well—nigh given up, when it was announced a little while ago that it had been found in the place above described, and that its (listt‘n'cl'cl‘s were ah'eady in possession of the much—sought mines, and making preparations for work in the sprin . The cabin was found in this way: During the Big Horn excitement of 1877 a party of thirteen men, one of whom was J. B. Osborne, left “'ind River for the mountains. Stopping at Rattle— snake Mountain they began to prospect for lacers, half of t e men working while the other alf kept a lookout for Indians. After digging for eighteen da s their ditch caved in, and the majority of t e men becoming discouraged, they agreed to abandon the place and push on. Osborne, who was something of a quartz miner. had made observations which convmced him that there was gold in the vicinity. and he made up his mind to return at some future time. As no settlements were made in that vicinity, he postponed action for one reason and another un- til last summer, when a man named Pickles moved to H00 Doo Creek to establish a cattle— ranch. Osborne had a friend named Joe Jones, who was a good quartz miner, and with a view to having the country well ro cted be induced Pickles to employ him as a er er. Then taking Jones into his confidence, he told him What he knew about the land, and instructed him to re- port to 'him any indications of gold that he might discover. Jones went at it in earnest, and some time last fall came upon a weatherbeaten old cabin near H00 Doo Creek, which had evi- dently been deserted many years before. J ones knew nothing of the lost cabin, but he examined the place critically in order to report his discov— ery to Osborne. he cabin is so situated in the canyon as to escape ordinary observation, while at the same time it commands all avenues of approach. The entrance is by an underground passage, which was covered by a log when the owners were in— side. A skeleton of a white man. with a bullet- hole in the skull, was found near the cabin, and the bones of several other men were scattered about. A large quantity of giant powder was discovered under the floor of the cabin, and in various parts of the room were tools used in quartz-mining. Jones at once began an investi- gation of the adjacent country. Down the creek he saw the grave of another man, and a little further on he came upon several well-defined ledges in which shallow holes had been sunk. The remains of a small ditch were also found. The ore in the veins carried gold and copper in large quantities, and it is said will assay $50 to the ton on the surface. Jones got several sam- ples and reported to Osborne, who made prepa- rations at once to take possession. About fifty claims have been staked ofl’, and in the spring the famous Lost Cabin will make its appearance as a gold-bearing mine. W A few ad vertisements will be inserted on this page at the rate of 1? fly cents per line non- pa'reil measurement. ‘ WAVERLEY LIBRARY. Pocket Edition. Thirty-Two Octavo Pages. PRICE, FIVE CENTS. 1 A BRIDE or A DAY; or, The Mystery of Winifred Leigh. By Mrs Mary Reed Crowell. 2 THE GIRL WIRE; or, The True and the False. By Bartlely '1‘. Campbell. 3 WAs IT ovs? or Collegians and Sweethearts. Bv Wm. Mason urner. M. 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