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so I told him the Dorr story in the course of bull sessions in camp. He had not heard it, but many years back on a mineral survey in that region he had completed his project and gone to the whistle-stop railway station nearest Kokoweef mountain for departure. It happened that two frustrated Indians were there with a leaking bag of black sand and gold. He helped them pack it securely and gave directions for taking it to Salt Lake City for assay and sale. The Indians were anxious only to get away from there and never came back.

     “That's what the scientist told me in 1948. Checking the time factor with the elderly scientist, it could well have been the two Indians of the Dorr story – or how many other coincidences can we admit? I hate to stretch the coincidence business further, but the mineral search by our party was being made for the mining company which employed Earl Dorr and through it I became acquainted with him.

     “My first contact with Earl Dorr was by mail to his spot on the desert. He replied in a letter in a bold hand and good penmanship that he would like to meet me. Next he wrote with the office typewriter, rather laboriously but with no doubt at all of his opinions of ‘drug store’ miners, always signing "E.P.Dorr." At the moment I was much involved with mysteries of the Lost Padre Mine, in another direction, so in a temporary exchange of letters he wrote information as specific and consistent as I have known. It was as consistent when I heard it in person.

    "’I worked and tried to get help to open up the old entrance," he said, "so we could get back down on the fault where the placer sands lay 3,000 feet below the lime formation and three and a quarter miles from the cave entrance. There is no fault on the side of Kokoweef that I know of, but three and a quarter miles underground from the cave entrance, traveling through caves until we got below the lime formation, we came