By Gene Kivett
From page 30 of the June, 1976 issue of Lost Treasure
Copyright © 1976 Lost Treasure, Inc. all rights reserved
In the summer of 1876, an unlucky little man everybody called Humpy lay dying in a hospital in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He was a hunchback and completely insane. On top of that, he had smallpox. It was the smallpox that was killing him.
Few people ever knew his real name. Before he lost his senses, Humpy worked as a swamper and handyman in cowtown saloons. He also did some gold prospecting. He found gold, lots of it, but his luck was so bad he never cashed in a single nugget.
As he lay dying in the hospital ward, a kindly nurse stood by, doing whatever she could to ease her patient's suffering. Suddenly, Humpy opened his eyes and glared wildly at the nurse. He gasped, then sputtered at the top of his feeble voice, "I've found it! I've found it!"