Stanton, Arizona
In 1863, the collapse of the California gold rush spurred hopes for new bonanzas in little
known territory to the east. Pauline Weaver, whose trapping forays inland had uncovered
signs of gold, led a party to fabulous paydirt on what is now 'Rich Hill'. Trackers for the
group followed a runaway burro to the mountain top where they found nuggets of gold
flashing in the sun.
Violent deaths took a mounting toll as tons of precious metal lured fugitives and outlaws
from around the world to this area. Among them was Charles P. Stanton. A fugitive himself
from the British Police. With men contending for control, competition ran riot on the stage
coach battle line. It was every man for himself, a way of life which gave Stanton a head start
over rivals. He could depend on a hair-trigger mind in taking over Rich Hill's "potato patch"
of spud sized nuggets. Stanton appointed himself postmaster on March 5, 1875, by registering
names of the names of voters long dead. Stanton, who by then had a band of outlaws working
for him, plundered and killed all who stood in his way. According to history, November 13, 1886
some late night customers stopped by his general store. They inquired on directions and asked
about where they could camp for the night. Stanton concluded that they were new to the
territory and invited them into his store. When Stanton turned behind his counter, the doorway's
lantern dimly lighted the faces of Chano, Pete and Sesto, the Lucero Brothers. In that fleeting
moment, two rifles riddled Stanton with holes and he sank to the ground. His own blood flowed
at last. There were conflicting stories of whether the Lucero brothers were officers of the law
or not. Even in death, Stanton remained defiant. Loyal followers buried him on a throne-
like rise of land from which his unyielding spirit still looks down upon his crumpled empire.
Plaque currently on Stantons Hotel tells the story!
Stanton's old general store stands today! The old Stanton Hotel.
The old dancehall and saloon. The story of "Rich Hill's".
The royal outhouse! Windmill sitting down on Antelope Creek.
Dediation to our founder of GPAA and LDMA sits in front of the old
Stanton Hotel. The old townsite of Stanton is now owned and home
to all prospecting members of the 'Lost Dutchman's Mining Association".
Pictures taken around the old 'Stanton' area
Prospecting buddies Kaye(aka 'Digger'), his Thats Bobby(aka 'Hot Nugget') peaking out
Dad, Jim(aka 'Lucky'), and Kaye's son Ahian. tent. We camped on a free range, lots of
cattle.
Old 'stone' minors cabin! Remenants of prospectors cabins.
The desert countryside. Bobby, Jim, Kaye, & Jim's Dad Otto.
Cactus abounds! Another old minors shack.
Jim, Otto, & Bobby taking a breather. Ahian making a search for gold.
Me with a 30 pound quartz nugget! 4-Sale! Amazing the shacks minors lived in!
What a great find by Ahian, our newest An old 1882 Morgan Silver Dollar!!
prospecting member, & great cook!! Probably lost by an old prospector!
Digger & Lucky! We came across an old prospectors cemetery.
What stories could be told from these old Preserved to be remembered!
souls!!
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