knowing full well that the Anglo-Saxon blood will rule.

Every miner and prospector of Arizona knows that there have been, and
are found to this day nuggets of pure gold and silver on the summit of
barren hills, in localities and under geological conditions which are
not to be reckoned as possible natural phenomena. Whence came the
golden nuggets on the summit of Rich Hill at Weaver, where a party of
men gathered two hundred thousand dollars worth in a week's time?
Whence came the isolated great chunk of silver at Turkey Creek, valued
at many thousands? The wisest professor of geology and expert of mines
cannot explain it. This, I say, is the gold and silver from ornaments
employed in temples of the idols of ancient races, who lived
unthinkable thousands of years ago. The very stones of their temples
have crumbled and been decomposed, but the precious metal has been
formed into nuggets, according to the natural laws of molecular
attraction, and under the impulse of gravity and in obedience to the
laws of affinity of matter.

People from Prescott in their rambles in the vicinity of Thumb Butte
have probably noticed a slag pile as comes from a furnace. I have heard
them theorize and argue on the question of its origin or use, as there
is not a sign of ore in existence thereabouts to indicate a smelting
furnace. I say this was an altar erected I by the ancient worshipers to
their idol, the Sphinx. Before it stood the awful sacrificial stone,
whereon quivered the bodies of victims while priests tore open their
breasts and offered their throbbing hearts in the sacred fire on the
altar, a sacrifice to their cruel god. Many prospectors have
undoubtedly traced a blood red vein of rock coursing from this place
toward Willow Creek--a valuable lode of cinnabar, they must have
thought. If they had tested the ore for quicksilver, they would have
received discouraging results. Porphyry stained with an unknown
petrified substance and without a trace of metal invariably read the
analytical assays.

This is the innocent, petrified blood of victims which stained a ledge
of porphyry when it ran down the mountain side in torrents, an awful
sacrifice to the ancient idols of lust and ignorance. A kindly warning
to you, fellow-prospectors and miners, who delve in the vitals of
Mother Earth! Beware Thumb Butte, beware the district of the Sphinx!
Have a care, for you know not what you may encounter in this mystic
neighborhood! Shun strange