There is a big little man in Rhyolite who has a friend in almost every inhabited block in the southern desert. A long time ago, or rather a short time ago, when Tonopah was very young, he was justice of the peace and they called him judge. His name is Lorin O. Ray but he is Judge Ray wherever he goes. A mining excitment in Southern Nevada would not be the real thing if Judge Ray were not there, for he has had a share in all of them. He tried his luck in Tonopah and then he prospected off to the north and located the present camp of Ray. He went to Goldfield, but that wa also out of his streak of luck. He sunk the first shaft on the Mohawk ground but missed the ledge which was latter worked as the Kalfus lease. He struck Bullfrog just at the right time and has lived there ever since, one of the most respected of respected citizens. Judge Ray was one of the four locators of the Tramps, Denver, Victor, Peerlesses and Eclipse: and with his associates realized a comfortable fortune from the sale of these. Nye county sent him to the legislature as one of her three representatives for the last session and Rhyolite has made him president of her board of trade and given him a first place among her citizens. He is of small stature, keen eye, and industrius and fearless nature; as open hearted and partriotic as they can be found. Judge Ray is president of the Rhyolite Mining and Brokerage company and has heavy interets all over the state.