ED SCHIEFFLIN
May 22, 1897

The body of Ed Schiefflin is expected to arrive at Tombstone some 
time this week.  The following instructions regarding its 
disposition were received there from his brother.  San Francisco, 
May 17, 1897, William Harwood, Tombstone--Ed died at Canyonville, 
Oregon. His request is to be buried three miles westerly from 
Tombstone on top of those granite hills. See that the grave is 
dug. I will be there the last of thte week.  Charles L. Schiefflin.

May 23, 1897

Schiefflin Hall at Tombstone is being draped in mourning in 
deference and respect to Ed Schiefflin after whom the famous 
hall is named.  The decorations are artistically arranged by 
Peter Bute and will, when finished, present a very attractive 
and appropriate appearance.  Over 1000 yards of crepe will be used.

June 1, 1897

The death and burial of Ed Schieffelin has recalled the founding 
of Tombstone and revived the discussion regarding the origin 
of its gruesome name.  A Bisbee cattle and mining man en route 
west last Sunday moring related to Mr. J.N. Zeigenfuse the story 
of the growth and decay of Tombstone.  The writer himself was a 
part owner of the Tough Nut and the Lucky Cuss and was a resident 
of Tombsotone through its incipeint and lurid periods.

He said that some time before 1878 Ed Schieffelin, his brothers, 
Al, Dick, Grid and another man whose name he had forgotten were 
unprofitably engaged in mining at Signal.  Ed Schieffelin 
who was not a miner of any skill or a success in any direction 
left the the partner whose name is forgotten for Globe and Lake 
Valley N.M.

They went up the Gila River where they had a dispute.  Schieffelin 
followed up the Santa Cruz and finally brought up at a mining 
camp not far from Hanshaw. He remianed there a short time and 
then went to the Bronco, a disputed mine above Charleston, in 
the struggle for the possession of whch eight lives had already 
been lost.

The apaches were overrunning the country, making existance 
uncertain. Schieffelin was hired at $2 a day to to watch for 
Indians. One day his horse strayed out from camp, wondered 
into what was afterwards called Tombstone Gulch.  On that 
place he found some copper stained rock, later called the 
Tough nut.  Schieffelin sent samples of the rock to Gird 
who was still at Signal. The result of an assay was not 
encouraging. He afterward found some Lucky Cuss ore and 
it was very rich.  So fich in fact, that Girl and Al Schieffelin 
came on.  They explored the region and sent a quantity of ore 
to Ehrenberg to be assayed.  They had so little faith in the 
locality that htey soon after abandoned it and scattered over 
the country,Ed Schieffelin going to Globe and Lake Valley 
whither he had set out from Signal a year before.  Returns 
from the rock sent to Ehrenberg were not received for five 
months. They were so surprising that Gird, and others gathered 
near the present site of Tombstone which then began to be built.

The name by the way, was bestowed as follows: a thin unpromising vein 
in a granite formation was folowe d until it widened and threatened 
opulence amid a kind of rock whihc projected from the surface 
roughly resembling the headstone of a grave.

July 17, 1897

"I know his whole history", said an old timer as he knocked ashes 
from his pipe. 'He came to the west a little feelow with his 
parents over fifty years ago and they settled in Oregon. Here 
he grew to sturdy boyhood and day by day to hardy manhood.  
Unitl he was 22 he lived along the banks of the Rogue. At that 
time an opportunity to visit Nevada was held out to him and 
he eagerly accepted.  In the summer of 1877 or 78 he left 
Signal and started for southern Arizona. He carried his 
blankets upon his back and prospected alone in the wilderness.  
He liekd the simplest food best for said he, "there's no 
headache in cold water and no frescoes like the stars."  So 
he slept with the sky for his canopy. He made the journey 
afoot, stopping when he pleased.

In the fall of 1878 Scheffelin set out from Tucton on a 
prospecting tour in the Broken Hills. As he left his comrades 
jokingly said to him "If you are determined to go, take along 
a chisel with you and when you get lost among the hills and 
come to die, clip yoiur name on a stone and we'll stumble 
across it someday and put up a tombstone for you there."  
Scheffelin was not afraid.  He knew the Apaches to be 
deceitful and he knew the hills to have many tereacherous 
passes but he know no such feeling as fear.  "Of course," 
he said a few years late, "I wasn't looking for bullets 
but I felt if one happened my way it wouldnt make much 
difference to anyone but me and I could never figure out 
that to be dead would be unpleasant.  Some people seem to 
know all about such things but i'm a bit stupid, I've been 
unable to learn the alphabet of birth and death."

About last May the end came. In Oregon they found him alone 
one day, his great heart stilled forever. His will is as simple 
as the first Oregon letter:

"I is my wish to be buried in the garb of a prospector, 
my old pick and cantteen with me on top of the granite 
hills about three miles westerly from the city of 
Tombstone and that a momument such as prospectors build 
when locating a ming claim be built over my grave and no other 
monument or slab erected.  And I reuest that none of 
my friends wear crepe. Under no circumstances do I want 
to be buried in a cemetery or graveyard.

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