He could hobble around with the help of a cane
but traveled easier on whichever Old Mose he owned at the time. His burro
was always nearby and came without hesitation when Casper called. This
is unusual since most of the little cusses are bullheaded and stubborn
to a fault.
Back in the saloon, Casper downed prodigious amounts
of booze. After several hours, he staggered out the swinging doors with
the help of the bartender and was unceremoniously draped over the burro
who headed straight for home and ingloriously dumped Lucksinger onto his
Lucksinger was born February 1, 1854 in Glarus, Switzerland. He arrived at Tuscarora in 1871 when the town was beginning to boom and devoted most of his time to prospecting. Casper didn't hurt for drinking money. He had the good fortune of making a strike near Tuscarora. It wasn't much more than a "glory hole." He did what any self-respecting prospector did in those days - sold it. His joy came from the thrill of discovery, solitude and peace, unrestrained freedom and, probably the best of reasons, relief from worldly responsibility. Casper, most certainly, filled the bill as a bonafide prospector.
In 1906 new excitement at Goldfield, Nevada temporarily beckoned him. He was 52 then and the golden glitter of hidden treasure offered him another go at the elusive adventure. While digging a cellar there he took out a goodly amount of gold. Not enough to make him rich but more than enough to maintain his trips to the bar when he returned to Tuscarora. He died in 1928 and rests now in the town cemetery.
He and his burro represented two essential characters
of the Old West - the desert rat and his mountain canary.
May 2, 1998
Notes: Most of the information about Casper and Old Mose came from The Northeastern Nevada Historical Society Quarterly, Winter, 1977 written by Howard Hickson from research provided by Antoine Primeaux, Elko.
©1998 by Howard Hickson. If any portion or all of this article is used or quoted proper credit must be given to the authors.