I do not wish to defame the scholarship of Stan Brown. I know Stan, and I know he is an excellent historian. However, he slipped up in the article concerning the name of the mountain range just west of Rye. Let me present the facts:
In the 1800s there was an old miner who spent many years unsuccessfully trying to prod gold from them thar hills. But he always gave it "one more chance." Finally, on his "last try," the mountain smiled. Under a ledge, his knowledgeable eye spotted "the big one!" A bonanza was a sure thing. As he went about staking the claim, Mother Nature stepped in: boom! bang! zing! etc.! Earthquake! I draw the curtain over the horrendous scene and pick up where the miner is dusting himself off at the base of the mountain, miraculously unhurt but furious and beaten.
About that time, up rode a government cartographer/surveyor, fresh out of school and ready for his first important job. After the usual amenities, the young man asked the name of the imposing range to the west.
"Well, Sonny, not sure that I know if it has a name. All I know is that it's a mean blankety-blank that has left me mad as hell! I'm through with! Mad as hell. I tell ya! Might be a good name for it!"
As you now can guess, the cartographer took the old-timer at his word, and the name stuck ever since regardless what the professionals say.
Now you know the rest of the story.
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