{"id":2019,"date":"2022-06-30T11:56:50","date_gmt":"2022-06-30T11:56:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/?p=2019"},"modified":"2022-06-30T23:31:49","modified_gmt":"2022-06-30T23:31:49","slug":"chapter-xviishorty-frank-harris","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/chapter-xviishorty-frank-harris\/","title":{"rendered":"Pete Harmon"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em><strong>Keep on Steppin&#8217; &#8212; The man who walked 481 miles to see a sick friend<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>. . . At our home he [Shorty Harris] lay on his back for weeks, fed with a spoon. Always talking of putting another town on the map. Always losing a million dollars a day. He was miraculously but slowly recovering when an Associated Press dispatch bearing a Lone Pine date made front page headlines with an announcement of his death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Though the report was quickly corrected, his presence at our house brought reporters, photographers, old friends, and the merely curious. At the time the Pacific Coast Borax Company\u2019s N.B.C. program was featuring stories based on his experiences over a nation-wide hook-up. Among the callers also were moguls of mining and tycoons of industry who had stopped at the Ballarat cabin to fall under the spell of his ever ready yarns.<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"alignright size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"244\" height=\"577\" src=\"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/244-760-420-pete-harmon-dv-trails-caruthers-XL-DN.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2020\" srcset=\"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/244-760-420-pete-harmon-dv-trails-caruthers-XL-DN.jpg 244w, https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/244-760-420-pete-harmon-dv-trails-caruthers-XL-DN-127x300.jpg 127w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 244px) 85vw, 244px\" \/><figcaption>Pete Harmon<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p>Among these guests, one stands out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was a hot summer day when I saw on the lawn what appeared to be a big bear, because the squat, bulky figure was enclosed in fur. Answering the door bell I looked into twinkling eyes and an ingratiating smile. \u201cThey told me in Ballarat that Shorty Harris was here.\u201d I invited him in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll just shed this coat,\u201d he said, stripping off the bearskin garment. \u201c&#8230; sorta heavy for a man going on 80.\u201d He laid it aside. \u201cIt\u2019s double lined. Fur inside and out. You see, I sleep in it. Crossed three mountain ranges in that coat before I got here. May as well take this other one off too.\u201d He removed another heavy overcoat, revealing a cord around his waist. \u201cKeep this one tied close. Less bulky&#8230;.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Under a shorter coat was a heavy woolen shirt and his overalls concealed two pairs of pants. He went on: \u201cI was with Shorty at Leadville. My name\u2019s Pete Harmon. We ought to be rich\u2014both of us. Why, I sold a hole for $2500 in 1878. Thought I was smart. They\u2019ve got over $100,000,000 outa that hole. I was at Bridgeport when I heard Shorty was sick, so I says, \u2018I\u2019ll just step down to Ballarat and see him.\u2019 (The \u2018step\u2019 was 298 miles.) When I got there Bob Warnack tells me he\u2019s in Los Angeles. When I get there they tell me he\u2019s with you. So I just stepped out here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He had \u201cstepped\u201d 481 miles to see his friend.<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"alignleft size-full is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/ShortyHarris-2.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2021\" width=\"273\" height=\"218\" srcset=\"https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/ShortyHarris-2.jpg 500w, https:\/\/digital-desert.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/06\/ShortyHarris-2-300x240.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 273px) 85vw, 273px\" \/><figcaption><em>Shorty Harris<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p>I ushered him in and left them alone. After an hour I noticed Pete outside, smoking. I went out and urged him to return and smoke inside, but he refused. \u201cIt\u2019s not manners,\u201d he insisted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Later I happened to look out the window and saw him empty the contents of a small canvas sack into his hand. There were a few dimes and nickels and two bills. He unfolded the currency. One was a twenty. The other, a one. He put the coins in the sack and came inside. A few moments later, from an adjacent room I heard his soft, lowered voice: \u201cShorty, I\u2019m eatin\u2019 reg\u2019lar now and got a little besides. I reckon you\u2019re kinda shy. You take this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo\u2014no, Pete. I\u2019m getting along fine&#8230;.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I fancy there was a scurry among the angels to make that credit for Pete Harmon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Late in the afternoon, Pete donned his coats. \u201cI\u2019d better be going. I\u2019ve got a lotta things on hand. A claim in the Argus. When the money comes in, well\u2014I always said I was going to build a scenic railroad right on the crest of Panamint Range. Best view of Death Valley. It\u2019ll pay. How far is it to San Diego?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cA hundred and forty miles&#8230;.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWell, since I\u2019m this far along I\u2019ll just step down and see my old partner. Take care of Shorty&#8230;.\u201d And down the road, he went.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>With humility I watched his passage, hoping that the good God would go with him and somehow I felt that of all those with fame and wealth or of high degree who had gone from that house, none had left so much in my heart as Pete.<br><br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\"><em>Adapted from;<\/em>\nChapter XVII\nShorty Frank Harris\nTitle: Loafing Along Death Valley Trails\n       A Personal Narrative of People and Places\n\nAuthor: William Caruthers<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Keep on Steppin&#8217; &#8212; The man who walked 481 miles to see a sick friend . . . At our home he [Shorty Harris] lay on his back for weeks, fed with a spoon. Always talking of putting another town on the map. Always losing a million dollars a day. 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