Missing Rhode Island Treasure

By Howard M. Duffy
From page 13 of the September, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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Nearly 300 years ago, Capt. Thomas Tew, a noted privateer turned pirate, retired to a life of ease at Newport, Rhode Island. He had accumulated a considerable fortune which was well hidden from prying eyes.

In his "Directory of Buried or Sunken Treasures and Lost Mines of the United States," Thomas Penfield stated that Tew's booty was worth in the neighborhood of $100,000. Today, its increased value can only be guessed at.

Old shipmates, however, lured Tew out of retirement for just one more voyage from which Tew never returned to enjoy his fortune secreted somewhere in or about Newport. To this day the old pirate's loot has never been recovered.



Arizona Train Robbers' Collosal Cave Cache

By Al Masters
From page 16 of the September, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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It was a hot summer day in 1884 and the Southern Pacific mail train headed for Tucson, Arizona, was right on time. As it pulled to a halt at Pantano, a water tank stop southeast of Tucson, four armed men, their faces masked with bandanas, suddenly appeared from behind a storage shed. Shoving open the unlocked door to the train's mail car, they climbed aboard.

Several Wells Fargo Express Co. agents were on guard in the car, along with the train's mail clerk, but all were taken by surprise and quickly overpowered. The robbers, who seemed to know just where everything was, went to one corner of the car where a number of leather bags were. One of the robbers opened one of these bags and looked into it. Then he gave a low whoop of exultation.



Treasure of the Great Diamond Hoax

By Xanthus Carson
From page 19 of the September, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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Shakespeare, New Mexico, south of today's Lordsburg, was originally named Ralston after a San Francisco millionaire with interests in the area. A roaring mining camp at one time, along in 1870 the excitement commenced to peter out.

Shakespeare would have waned and died except that, out of a clear blue sky, so it seemed, another boom flared up. Diamonds were found in the anthills of Lee's Peak near Ralston.

News of the discovery made headlines when a couple of prospectors stalked into a San Francisco bank and approached the teller's cage.

The men, dressed as though they had just come in from a rugged prospecting trip, were Phillip Arnold and W. D. Brown, who had figured prominently in the silver lode discovery in the Ralston field.



Yucatan Jade Treasure

By Jeff Ferguson
From page 21 of the September, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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For some years following the Texas War for Independence from Mexico, a number of ships flying the Texas flag continued to wage war at sea, preventing Mexican piracy and harrassing Mexican merchant and military shipping. One of these, the Texas Navy's man-o-war "Independence," lay in the southern Gulf of Mexico off the coast of Yucatan in the spring of 1841, hoping for a rich prize.



Dr. Hayes' Lost Gold

By W. Craig Gaines
From page 19 of the August, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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Near the boundary of the Choctaw and Cherokee Nations before the Civil War, a Dr. Hayes ran a store on the banks of the Arkansas River. He grew quite wealthy by trading with the prosperous Chero-kee and Choctaw Indians. Since his store was located near where the Canadian River flows into the Arkansas River, Dr. Hayes also operated a ferry, boatlanding and warehouse.



Santa Rosa Gold

By Robert Miller
From page 20 of the August, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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Gold lies secreted somewhere in the barren Santa Rosa Mountains, which loom up from the desert floor a few miles northeast of Borrego Springs, California. Some gold has been found and carried away, and some gold has been found and lost.

Stories of lost gold include the Lost Pegleg Mine. Tons of large and small rocks are piled in the desert near the tip of Coyote Mountain. They were placed there by those who have searched for this mine, and the pile is known as the Pegleg Smith Monument. Adding a stone to the pile will put you in the company of THers who have searched for the lost mine for nearly 150 years.



Beleaguered Bullion

By Bill Moody
From page 23 of the August, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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Although Robert E. Lee officially surrendered the Confederate army at Appomattox on April 9, 1865, winding down the war took a while longer. Lincoln's death on April 15 threw the whole of Reconstruction into turmoil.

One of the unresolved mysteries of this turmoil is what happened to $35,000 to $40,000 in silver bullion which had been destined for relief of injured Confederate veterans.

The money was given by Confederate President Jefferson Davis to Raphael J. Moses, the Confederate Commissary Officer, during Davis' flight through Washington, Georgia, during May of 1865. An official Confederate order confirms the transfer of funds, but thereafter the fate of the money becomes uncertain.



Horsethief Trail Gold

By George A. Thompson
From page 25 of the August, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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In the cedared foothills of the La Sal Mountains of southeastern Utah, there is a lost lode of red-colored gold ore. Although it was along the ancient Indian trail that comes from the southwest to meet the Old Spanish Trail, its exact location has been a mystery for nearly a century now.

Old La Sal is a ghost town today, but during the 1870's it was a promising settlement on the pack-mule mail route from Salina, Utah, to Ouray, Colorado. The Roys, Maxwells and McCartys (the latter of cattle-rustling and bank-robbery fame) were the first settlers of Old La Sal, ranching there as early as 1873.



Owens Lake's Lost Silver Bars

By Richard Taylor
From page 29 of the August, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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"She's goin down fast, Capn!" the deckhand shouted as the cold waters of Lake Owens began to ripple across the wooden deck of the "Mollie Stevens." "Shall we try to save the silver?"

"To hell with the silver; we'll be lucky to get ourselves off this tub!" the captain retorted. "Get in," he ordered, as he climbed into the one skiff the little steamboat carried. "They can send divers out here if they want the silver."



Lost Silver Mine On Tumbling Creek

By J. Marty
From page 30 of the August, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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The horse which wandered into Charles Green's camp carried an unconscious man. Green tugged the stranger off, laid him down and started trying to reduce his raging fever.

Green's 1901 camp was hardly equipped as a hospital, for he had only recently come to Oklahoma from Texas after an unsuccessful job search. But he nursed the stranger as best he could.

During the night, the sick man regained consciousness enough to beg Green to help him, promising riches if he survived. He babbled about treasure in Tennessee, and Green listened in surprise, for most of his life had been spent in Tennessee and Georgia.



Lodi's Lost Loot

By N. L. Harrison
From page 39 of the August, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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Murderers seldom kill strangers, law enforcement officials report. Jealousy, greed and anger with friends or relatives seem to cause most acts of violence.

Perhaps all three emotions were involved over a century ago in the little town of Lodi in south central Wisconsin. In mid-November of 1853, word raced through the community that Townsil Underhill had been murdered in a violent quarrel over money. Today, nobody remembers whether the money had been inherited, stolen, embezzled or earned.

What is known is that two persons close to Underhill were arrested for the crime. They were Alfred Underhill, a brother, and Fountain Carpenter, a half-brother. If the passion which triggered the killing was greed, it is reasonable to believe that a large sum was involved.



Walker's Lost Gold

By Sharon L. Paul
From page 40 of the August, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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Over $100 million in gold was mined from the rich Boise Basin area in Idaho during the early days. According to many, especially those who believe the story of Walker's lost gold, there is more to come.

Reputedly adjacent to the famous Basin area, it may have been one of the richest finds of all, and still is waiting to be rediscovered.



Buried Treasure on the Cache La Poudre

By D. Van Atchley
From page 60 of the August, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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In 1911, Jacques LaBorgeans arrived in Fort Collins, Colorado, asking about certain landmarks in the area, then began recruiting men from town to guide him to these landmarks. LaBorgeans, a French-Canadian, made no secret of his purpose and told everyone he was looking for his late uncle's lost treasure cache.

LaBorgeans related to the residents that his uncle had been one of the many men who went west to the California gold fields and there, with luck, he had made a success prospecting. After a period of five years, his uncle decided to take his gold and return home. This was in 1857.



Island Hideaway In The Caribbean

By Long John Latham
From page 63 of the August, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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If you are like me, the sight of a mountainous, green tropical island rising out of the sea is like a spine-tingling call to adventure.

We have been looking for just such a place, an island in the sun where treasure hunters can go and vacation cheaply. Dive for treasure on shipwrecks visible in azure blue waters. Snorkel over a coral reef that stretches for miles along the island shore. Explore Mayan ruins. Or just bask in the sun under wind-rustled palms along a curving beach of indescribable beauty.

And we think we have found it!



Columbus' Lost Fort

By Dennis A. Gray
From page 15 of the July, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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Most people know that Christopher Columbus discovered America in 1492 and little else about him. Few know of the treasure fleet that sank when the Governor of Hispaniola ignored Columbus' storm warnings (see Missing $6 Million in Gold, Lost Treasure, December 1975). Fewer still know of the fort Columbus founded on Hispaniola, which lies lost today.

On Christmas Eve of 1492, the entire crew of the Santa Maria was dead tired from their voyage. Only a young and inept crewman was still on deck to man the helm. Around midnight, the Santa Maria ran aground on a coral reef just off the north shore of what is now Haiti. By morning it was obvious that the ship was doomed.



Have We Found The Lost Arch Mine?

By W.R Robinson
From page 59 of the July, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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"My gosh, Rob, I believe we're onto something!"

The geologist speaking was my companion, Dick Moyle, and we were on a turquoise-hunting jaunt near Baker, California.

But he wasn't speaking of turquoise. He was talking about gold! Thousands of dollars worth of the beautiful yellow stuff might be right under our feet. All the landmarks seemed to be there, just as an old map had shown...the arch, the volcanic neck and the group of cactus.

Had we accidently stumbled onto the site of the famous Lost Arch Mine?



The Big Pottawatomie Chief's Treasure

By Ben Townsend
From page 16 of the July, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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Ka-he-ga-wa-ti-an-gah was the biggest Indian chief the West ever saw. The Pottawatomie ruler lived in the northeastern part of Kansas Territory. He was so huge that no horse could support his weight, so he traveled about the country in a buggy which he kept spic and span.

He was always replacing the buggy springs because they pressed flat whenever he got in and never lasted long. To get in and out of the buggy, he carried along a portable set of porch steps, which he placed beside the buggy.

Many said the Indian's neck was big as a nail keg and his forearms were as large as the average man's thighs. He was so big around the middle that there were some doorways in the infant town of Topeka that he could not squeeze through.



Missing: 40 Tons of Gold and Jewels

By Ben T. Traywick
From page 63 of the July, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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Long before the colonization of Roanoke in Virginia, and many years before the Pilgrims landed, other white men sailed a ship into a harbor across the North American continent, on the coast of what was to become California. And there is substantial evidence to indicate that more than 40 tons of gold, silver, jewels and other treasure may lie buried near this landing spot.

The captain of this ship was a muscular, red-haired, red-bearded Englishman named Francis Drake. Spain labeled him a pirate. England called him a patriot.

Drake loved England and held a bitter hatred for Spain. When still a boy, he had gone to sea with his cousin, Sir John Hawkins, whose ships plied the trade lanes between England and the Americas.



Treasures Of The Devil's Backbone

By Howard M.duffy
From page 18 of the July, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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The Natchez Trace had as dark and bloody a history as any roadway in the early days of America. When flatboats floated down
the Mississippi, their crews and traders had to return north by land. The Trace grew out of the need for a return route up from Natchez through Mississippi, Alabama and Tennessee to Nashville.

From its start, the route was a robber's paradise. Known because of its villainy as the Devil's Backbone, it was a road for the hunted as well as the hunters. Along it marched rugged pioneers, ladies of fashion, men of destiny, politicians, settlers and soldiers - the whole company of those ready to seize a continent.



Ghost Gold of Gravelly Ford

By John Roberts
From page 20 of the July, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
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When war whoops and cries of the Shoshone band filled the air around the station, they caught Agent George Brown unaware. He struggled vainly to reach his weapons as arrows rent the air.

The Indians ransacked the place and burned the few buildings. As the sound of their war ponies' hooves grew dim, Brown moved no more. The gold he had hoarded lay undisturbed, buried near the station.

Brown's Station site is east of Beowawe, Nevada, off Highway 80 on the route of the Old California Trail. In 1857, Brown worked as an agent for A. Woodard and Company, which carried mail between Genoa and Salt Lake City. His section of the line fell near Gravelly Ford, a favorite Shoshone spot for ambushing wagon trains.