Eagle, I started reading this thread from the beginning. wow, your stories are inspiring and captivating. Had to fast forward. You recently mentioned your intent to tell a story of the Mariposa Mine. Not sure if had yet. I live just a few blocks away from the Mariposa mine.
Mariposa Gold.
I think I did say that. (lol) Hokay, the problem with this one is that I heard about it from a man who has "passed on". So, I can't say for a fact that it's true, though I believe it was. I think I mentioned him earlier. Fritz Clark. He was the one who had a 8X10 glossy photo of himself standing in the portal of the Colorado Mine, with a 50+ pound chunk of gold in his hands.
For this to make sense to my readers who know little about hardrock mining; One of the things in a rich gold mine that the miners look and hope for is a phenomenon commonly known as a "Cross". This is where two gold bearing quartz veins intersect and cross one another. If both veins are rich in gold, for some reason (unexplained to me), quite often, the "cross" will be surrounded by a massive accumulation of gold. By dent of some judicious drilling, this mass of gold can usually be taken out in one lump. Now, with that brief bit of knowledge, on with the story:
My memory is a little hazy on some of this, since I knew I wouldn't be allowed to go in and try to recover this treasure, I didn't pay as much attention as I should have.
It seems that there were plans to open the mine to tourists and have them pay to go into and be guided through parts of the mine. But Fritz had worked in the mine years before and told them of a "cross" that they might want to take out before they allowed outsiders into the mine.
Since he was experienced in this sort of operation AND knew where the cross was, he was asked to go in and pull the cross out. So, Fritz geared up and decended to the fifth(?) level, then partway down the tunnel to where the cross was.
Things were going quite well with his usage of a powder-monkey's hand drill and a single-jack. The first day, he got something like 6 holes drilled. He figured that the following day, he'd drill a couple more holes, then it would only take a small charge of powder in each hole to drop the estimated 40 to 60 pound aggregate of gold onto the floor. He intended to make the top holes a little deeper than the others, that way, when the charges went off, the blast should roll the gold out and down in one mass.
So, he arrived at the mine early the next morning, in high spirits. Perhaps bouyed up by thoughts of the fat little commission he'd recieve when he carried that bad puppy up out of the mine.
He said that he had been drilling for about 3 hours and was on the next to the last hole. He hit the hand-drill with the single-jack, and the drill flew from his fingers and into the hole he was drilling. And..........., he was instantly drenched in the water that came gushing out of the hole. He took off running for the ladder to the next level up, with the water lapping around his feet as he started up the ladder. By the time he got to the third level, he looked down and could see that the fourth level was already inundated with water. He arrived at the second level and the water was still rising under him. He started up the ladder, and never looked back to see where the water was when he left the mine into the sunlight. He wasn't sure, but he thought the water might have filled three levels in the mine.
From what he told me, I got the impression that the sudden surge of water might have knocked out a goodly sized hole just above the cross, to allow an underground stream to flow in unhindered.
He wasn't sure how much the water had come up and as far as he knew, nobody ever bothered to try and pump the water out to go back in for the gold. I guess you could say that the treasure is now in a make shift "Davey Jones Locker". (lol)
So, there you have it. An inaccessable treasure under the present circumstances!!
I hope you enjoyed this one.
Eagle