Part II.
The foregoing is the story of the "Lost Doctor Thorne Mine," as recounted by old-timers who were in the country at the time when Thorne was feverishly combing the hills and valleys of Arizona in his futile search for a big white quartz ledge in the center of which was a vein of virgin gold four or five inches in thickness. I have heard the story on several occasions when sitting around the camp fire after supper. The pipes all going nicely and everyone rested from the day's travel, the questions of lost mines always comes up, and someone in the party was certain to mention the Thorne mine among other lost mines of Arizona.
I heard the story told by Charley Dupont (Charley, the Liar), which, while not exactly indisputable authority, yet it compared so exactly with the same story told me by Al Seiber, Doc O'Dougherty, John Boyd and Bill Hope, all of them old-timers and each of them an indefatigable prospector, that credence must be granted. With many others, some of whom were personally acquainted with the doctor, I fully believe Thorne thought he saw the big quartz ledge carrying the vein of virgin gold, as he described it. I believe that he thought he saw it, but I do not believe that he saw what he described. In the first place, during about 50 years of mountain experience, I never knew of nor ever heard of gold appearing in such shape and richness; it simply isn't done that way. In the second place, I found what I believe to be the Thorne mine years ago. As I remember, it was in 1878. Of this, more anon. A few months after their return to the camp at the junction of White and Black Rivers, Thorne induced the chief to release him and permit him to return to his own people. Making his way to Camp Goodwin, which at that time stood on what is now the Wightman ranch, south of the present town of Geronimo, Thorne resigned from the army, turned all his possessions into cash, and outfitted himself for a systematic search for the lost mine. After a number of months, finding himself about broke, he went to St. Louis, where he had numerous friends. To these friends he told the story of his captivity among the Apaches and the trip to the lost mine. The result was that his friends agreed to finance him for a further search for the mine. He came back to Arizona, made up a party strong enough to take care of themselves, and for over a year searched the mountains of northeastern Arizona, without results. His friends having lost confidence in his ability to find the mine, declined to finance him further, and his party was disbanded. He then went back home and induced his brother to furnish him means to continue his search. In this case also he exhausted the finances or the confidence of his backer and, financial support being withdrawn, he left Arizona a broken and disappointed man. Al Seiber told me Thorne was a d---- nuisance to the military. Seiber was chief of scouts for General George Crook, and said that Thorne persisted in showing up at the junction of White and Black Rivers every now and then to make a new start from that point in his search for the lost mine. The Apaches were particularly thick in that neighborhood, and on two occasions a skirmish party was sent out to cover Thone's party. Now, to analyze the Thorne story, taking the high points and comparing them with later knowledge of conditions:
1. The band which captured Thorne was camped at the junction of White and Black Rivers.
2. Thorne contended the course of travel was westerly.
3. Thorne thought he recognized the Four Peaks when the blindfold slipped off his eye on the afternoon of the third day.
4. The party camped on the evening of the third day's travel on the banks of a flowing stream of considerable size, near a beaver dam between conglomerate tanks.
5. The following day they traveled over a high mountain, and in the afternoon entered a small valley in which a small flowing stream ran from north to south.
6. In this valley he saw the big white quartz ledge running down the side of the hill on the west side of the stream or from west to east.
7. At the foot of this white quartz ledge, on the right hand side of it, at the stream hank, was a large sycamore tree.
So much for the Thorne story. In 1878 I was prospecting in the Tonto Basin country. My camp was at Green Valley, where the town of Payson now is. The nearest point for supplies was Fort McDowell, a military post about 35 miles east of Phoenix. The route from Green Valley to McDowell was down Tonto Creek to Reno Mountain, where, through a pass in the mountain, the government had built a wagon road. Following this road over Reno Pass, the route followed down the west side of the mountain to Sunflower Valley, thence widening through hills until McDowell was reached. Making this trip in the fall of 1878, I reached Sunflower Valley in the late afternoon and concluded to camp for the night. Next morning as I brought my saddle and pack horses into camp, I came down the bank of a small running stream flowing from the upper valley, north to the outlet of the valley, south. Across the stream I saw a strong white quartz ledge running down the hillside. I crossed the little stream to examine the ledge, and found that right down the center of the ledge was a streak of heavy cubical pyrites, yellow as gold. The little vein within the big ledge was plainly marked and fairly continuous. At the foot of this white quartz ledge near where it cut the bank of the stream, and on the north or right hand side of the white ledge, was the stump of a fair-sized sycamore which had been burned. There you are, at Dr. Thorne's mine, I believe, beyond question.
Taking the points of his story: From the junction of White and Black Rivers to Tonto Creek at a point near Reno Pass is about 90 miles, three days' ride. Tonto Creek, when I first saw it, was a strong-running stream, just above the Adams ranch. There were two or three big beaver dams between conglomerate banks, in which I used to go swimming with the Adams boys. The Adams ranch—afterwards known as the Watkins ranch—was about three miles from the site of the old fort at the foot of Reno Pass. The route followed by the Indians from the junction of [the] White and Black Rivers could have been down the west side of Salt River to a point near Gleason Flat, thence bearing northwest across the head of Cherry Creek, or Pleasant Valley, cutting over to Greenback, thence to the Tonto, at a point near the Adams ranch and beaver dams. From this camp over Reno pass to Sunflower Valley would be about half a day’s ride. This could have been cut a bit if the Indians went across north of the pass on Reno Mountain, which is probable.
The Four Peaks, one of the most prominent landmarks in Arizona, lie miles south of Reno Pass, in the same range. I have never had a doubt but that I had found the very ledge which Dr. Thorne spent so many weary months looking for.
Dave Balsz at one time had a bunch of cattle running in the Sunflower county, and in lower Sunflower, south and west of the big white quartz ledge. Balsz had a gold mine which was called "The Sunflower". This mine turned out some exceedingly rich gold ore, and I have often wondered if the Indians did not stop Thorne before reaching the real source of the gold nuggets he claimed to have seen in their camp at the junction of White and Black Rivers.
~ Arizona Mining Journal [Phoenix, Arizona] February 15, 1925 (VOL. VIII No. 18)
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Charles McCoy Clark was born in Dubuque, IA on May 15, 1855. His family could trace its history back to one of the original passengers of the Mayflower to America. He came to Arizona as a telegraph operator in 1872. Later, Clark became involved with many pursuits including mining, merchant, postmaster, newspaper publisher in Globe, and developer of a Canyon Lake resort on the Apache Trail near Phoenix. In 1880 he married Dora E. Haugh of San Francisco. In 1882, he was appointed postmaster of Clifton and elected justice of the peace. Clark was elected president of the Arizona Pioneer Association in 1923 and wrote many articles concerning the early period of Arizona’s history. He worked and participated in the annual Pioneer’s Reunion sponsored by the Association until just before his death. Charles Clark died on September 2, 1937 in Prescott, AZ.
~ Arizona Historical Society website, retrieved 7/27/2023.
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Notes – This account, combined with J.B. Hart’s version that was published thirty-five years before (I posted it here last week - #69), settles the legend for me.
I'm still looking for Milton Rose's account of the Lost Doctor Thorne - I believe it is in the
Rainbow's End ms., if any TN members are willing to share it, I would certainly appreciate it!
Good luck to all,
The Old Bookaroo