Now I wish to share what I can now call a family story... but I did not learn this until just a few years ago...
The
high Uintas is not the only hot spot for Spanish lore in Utah , several other places have their
stories as well, and some places you never knew… One such place in which I
became familiar with... However 150 years before I had been there I discovered my G G Grandfather had already walked this trail...
Borrowed from the Salt Lake
Herald 1896-08-15
In 1854 Brigham Young sent out an
expedition party of six men, one of those men was Daniel Buckly Funk, one of
the pioneers of Millard county
Utah .
Daniel Buckley Funk of Manti Utah
My G G Grand Pappy
The party of scouts made a careful
examination of Millard County, and in the mountain about 20 miles South of
where present day Scipio now stands they found a fresh and well used trail
leading from the canyon up the mountain. The discovery of the trail was not
surprising to these hardy men, but excitement ran high when it was found that
the trail had been made by horses that had been shod, and the scouts had good
reason to wonder at this discovery, as the Indians, then numerous in that
portion of the country, never shod their horses or ponies.
Who then could have made the trail? Not
white men certainly, for there were none in the country excepting themselves,
and the Indians they knew could not have made it.
With curiosity arouse a to the highest
pitch they followed the well-worn path for several miles until at last they
came to the bottom of a steep hill, and at this point they rested, being
fearful of ascending, not knowing but that further on they might meet with a
force that was larger than their own; and whether it would be friend or foe,
they did not know.
Considering that “discretion was the
better part of valor,” they began to retrace their steps, and on the way down
the canyon they met an Indian, and as one of the party could converse in the
Indian language, inquiries were made as to who had made the trail, and for what
purpose.
The Indian who was well acquainted with
that locality, informed the scouting party that the trail had been made by
Spaniards, who were working a very rich gold mine just over the hill from where
they were, and the red skin volunteered the further information that a few
miles down the trail there could be found the spring where the Spanish miners
crushed and washed the ore.
Acting on this knowledge the party
followed the trail down the canyon and found the spring in the locality as
described by the Indian, and also some pieces of quartz ore that was fairly
lousy with the yellow metal.
The scouting party, upon their return
home, described what they had found in their report to Brigham Young, who
forbade them or anyone going their again, as trouble would surely ensue if they
did, and so the discovery rested until it began to take the form of legend in
the minds of the people of Utah.
In 1888 however Daniel Funk took his son
young Dan, into the mountains told him the story of the Spanish mine and
pointed out the mountain in which this long-lost bonanza was located.
The elder Funk has since passed into the
great beyond, but his son, imbued with the idea of finding immense treasure in
the deserted mine, has devoted nearly eight years in the endeavor to find it.
He has prospected these mountains thoroughly but found nothing of value. This
spring however he is determined to go over nearly every foot of the ground, and
began to prospect the hill as closely as a field could be plowed.
( the Salt Lake Herald
1896-08-15)
Some 73 years later....
Just
days ago I discovered the previous story and found that I have walked the same
trail many times that my G G Grandfather walked, Daniel Buckley Funk.
The
trail mentioned in the following story is the same trail mentioned in the
previous story. Could the cave mentioned within be the same site the Spaniards were
working that Daniel Funk almost came upon? The following story was first posted here in April of 2014.
The
year was 1927 in central Utah when
two cattle ranchers were making their last trip for the season to gather in
their cattle which had been grazing in the mountains through the summer. The
two men had rode their horses from their camp located lower in the mountains to
the base of a well-known peak in the area where their cattle were last known to
have grazed. They had gathered in all they could find and were making their
last trip down the mountain to their base camp.
The
weather was looking like a storm was coming and sure enough, when the cattle
men were just a couple miles from base camp and turning into the main canyon
from the north and heading west, the storm hit them with full force. The storm
was quite heavy and the snow was hitting them in the face with a strong force
which made it difficult to see. Even the horses were having troubles staying on
the trail. The ranchers decided to let go of the reigns and let the horses
instinctively seek cover. Immediately the horses turned around and proceeded
back up the trail and turned north, where they had just came from. Not far past
the turn northward the horses took off the main trail and began to climb an old
steep trail heading towards a what appeared to be a thicket of trees. The trail
began to level out as they entered the stand of trees. They rode further into
the grove and supposedly rode into a place where there was an overhanging ledge
in a conglomerate rock formation.
The
cave like overhang was said to be large enough the horses to walk in with the
riders still mounted. Once inside the cattlemen dismounted and began to gather
whatever they could to start a fire. One of the cattlemen noticed in the back
of this cave like overhang was a small hole large enough for a man to enter.
Upon closer examination it was found to be a cave and large enough to further
get away from the storm. The two men entered and began to build a fire. As the
fire blazed they noticed a tunnel and making a make shift torch they decided to
explore a little. One of the men making his way through the tunnel stumbled
over something in the center of the tunnel, holding his torch closer it
revealed a pyramid stack of what turned out to be ten pound gold bars. Further
exploring, two more stacks were found.
In
every case it seems when a story comes about such as this, it always seems that
some one finds something and for whatever reasons they do not take anything and
then cannot find it again. Well this story is a little different.
The
two men hardly believing their luck and what they had found, gathered up as
much as they could carry out. One man shoved a bar down his pants of which it
slid down pant leg and broke his foot. Still the men managed to get out of
there with enough to take care of their families for some years. When the storm
lifted the men took careful notes of observations so they could return.
It
wasn't a few years later and the great depression hit and anti-gold hoarding
laws came into play. During these years of the depression it is recalled by
some of the locals I have spoken to, that there was certain families in the
area where the men lived, and being cattlemen none the less, it seemed they got
through these depression years without want or need. It was 15 years later
before the men attempted to return to their found cache site. It would seem
even though they felt they had good reference points and the map, all they
could do was argue about which hill they were on. The two men as far as the
story goes, never found the right place again.
And again... some 70 plus years later....
Over 70
Years later the story would find its way to me by a friend who had contact with
and acquainted the original family. It would seem that after another 15 years
of searching and then another dozen years or so the descendants of one of the
two men tried their hand at looking for it. But to no success the story was
passed along. Upon receiving the story in 2003, my wife and I decided that
beings we had some good vantage points or things given as line of sight from
the opening of the cave like overhang, that we could bring ourselves to a place
between the two and for the most part backwards analyze it. This seemed to work
quite well and knowing the other things used to triangulate the site we were
able to find a target area. We scheduled a trip into the area which isn't to
terribly difficult to get into but takes a little hiking, the Actor Clint
Walker spent time searching for this one which is in a way how the story came to me.... Clint Walker resident of Johnson Canyon near Kanab has since passed away.
We
had chosen what is supposed as being a forest service trail to make our way
into this place, as we traveled along the wide and well defined trail we began
to find things along the trail that made it very clear, this was no forest
trail regardless of whether they claimed it or not. The first thing we found
was a tree carving we never expected but well known from many years of being in
the Uinta Mountains and actually dating the trees and the carvings where
possible. This one was found carved on Mountain Mahogany.
When
we found this right next to the trail it was clear that a likely employee of
the Forest Service had attempted to carve over the trail marker in an effort to
mask it from what it actually is or just better define what he thought was an
old Forest Service trail marker. The glyph used to mark a forest service trail
is the same as the glyph used by the Spaniard to lead to their mines and such.
Many do not realize that the Forest service
long ago adopted this glyph to hide the fact that someone such as Spaniards
were coming here long ago. It is said by some that the way the glyph works is,
that the dot above the line means the trail going in and the dot below the line
means the trail going out, and that may be according to the Forest Service. But
if the glyph proves to have been carved hundreds of years prior, who from the
Forest Service was here to carve it? The true meaning of an authentic Spanish
Trail Marker is, the dot being above the line means the intended mine it is
leading to is ahead or up. If the dot is below the line as you face the tree,
the mine is behind you and if you are traveling in the direction facing the
tree, you are traveling away from the mine. This Glyph is identical in base
meaning as the Native American Glyph.
Although
we have never core sampled this tree nor the carving itself, knowing the
Mountain Mahogany is a very slow grower, I called my Biologist friend and sent
him photos for verification of the variety of the tree. He told me that it was
more of a bush like a Juniper but that it was a slow grower like scrub oak and
asked the depth of the over growth since it was marked of which is about 3
inches, astonished he asked what the diameter of the tree was and I told him 18
inches, again surprised he said you have a very old tree and a very old carving.
Continuing
along the now very apparent old trail we found a fallen monument and not to
much further up the trail we found another still standing but somewhat hidden
in some Junipers.
Further
up the trail are even more trees with the appropriate mark showing the mine is
still ahead. This one is a Juniper.
An old Juniper with about 4 inches of
overgrowth since it was cut.
In
the same general area but further up the trail we found evidence of a silver
vein crossing the trail, near anyone could see silver is present by the samples
of stained rock crossing the old trail, If the image does not show it very
well, there is a heavy blue-ish silver stained layer of rock crossing the old
trail, a clear indication of silver. By this time we knew we were in the right
area and we were certainly near to an old Spanish Mine and likely near the
cache site.
Silver dark blue stained rock found
crossing the old trail,
shining due to sunlight.
As
the excitement built up due to the things we were finding, we just couldn't
wait to continue. Rounding a corner further up the trail we find an unusual
monument and past this point about 1/3 of a mile, we find no more trees with
marks. The monument is built in an unusual fashion with an overhang built into
it as if to say this is what you are looking for and from here you
can see it. At the point of the monument however we could not see any
conglomerate as was indicated in the story or so we thought. However a closer
look and we found the conglomerate.
Author examining the Lichen Growth
This
monument has since been destroyed and I have a theory on who it may have been
and why, and this is one of the many reason why documentation is very
important. To this day I can show you exactly where it sat, and this is
important. Not far from this monument is the conglomerate we had hoped to find,
whether we have the right deposit of conglomerate or not is not known. In sight
from this monument is conglomerate ledges of which still to this day needs to
be searched, but I suspect a lower location in order to fit the story. We have
returned a few times since, but nothing has been done to locate the overhanging
ledge. The forest service has added a sign early in the trail which says no
motorized vehicles past this point, at a point we use to be able to access long
past this on four wheelers. It is a good thing our 4 wheelers don't have motors
and instead have engines. ;-) It is now a much longer walk but not to much more
difficulty. I’m not a miner, but I sure would like to get a geologist in there
to find this silver vein.
I feel this story which began 160 years ago has been kept alive with witnesses for a reason... some 15 years ago I was all over this, a lot has happened since... Is there anyone with interest?
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