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<h2> CHAPTER XXXV. </h2>
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<p>When we finally left for Esmeralda, horseback, we had an addition to the
company in the person of Capt. John Nye, the Governor's brother. He had a
good memory, and a tongue hung in the middle. This is a combination which
gives immortality to conversation. Capt. John never suffered the talk to
flag or falter once during the hundred and twenty miles of the journey. In
addition to his conversational powers, he had one or two other endowments
of a marked character. One was a singular "handiness" about doing anything
and everything, from laying out a railroad or organizing a political
party, down to sewing on buttons, shoeing a horse, or setting a broken
leg, or a hen. Another was a spirit of accommodation that prompted him to
take the needs, difficulties and perplexities of anybody and everybody
upon his own shoulders at any and all times, and dispose of them with
admirable facility and alacrity—hence he always managed to find
vacant beds in crowded inns, and plenty to eat in the emptiest larders.
And finally, wherever he met a man, woman or child, in camp, inn or
desert, he either knew such parties personally or had been acquainted with
a relative of the same. Such another traveling comrade was never seen
before. I cannot forbear giving a specimen of the way in which he overcame
difficulties. On the second day out, we arrived, very tired and hungry, at
a poor little inn in the desert, and were told that the house was full, no
provisions on hand, and neither hay nor barley to spare for the horses—must
move on. The rest of us wanted to hurry on while it was yet light, but
Capt. John insisted on stopping awhile. We dismounted and entered. There
was no welcome for us on any face. Capt. John began his blandishments, and
within twenty minutes he had accomplished the following things, viz.:
found old acquaintances in three teamsters; discovered that he used to go
to school with the landlord's mother; recognized his wife as a lady whose
life he had saved once in California, by stopping her runaway horse;
mended a child's broken toy and won the favor of its mother, a guest of
the inn; helped the hostler bleed a horse, and prescribed for another
horse that had the "heaves"; treated the entire party three times at the
landlord's bar; produced a later paper than anybody had seen for a week
and sat himself down to read the news to a deeply interested audience. The
result, summed up, was as follows: The hostler found plenty of feed for
our horses; we had a trout supper, an exceedingly sociable time after it,
good beds to sleep in, and a surprising breakfast in the morning—and
when we left, we left lamented by all! Capt. John had some bad traits, but
he had some uncommonly valuable ones to offset them with.</p>
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<p>Esmeralda was in many respects another Humboldt, but in a little more
forward state. The claims we had been paying assessments on were entirely
worthless, and we threw them away. The principal one cropped out of the
top of a knoll that was fourteen feet high, and the inspired Board of
Directors were running a tunnel under that knoll to strike the ledge. The
tunnel would have to be seventy feet long, and would then strike the ledge
at the same dept that a shaft twelve feet deep would have reached! The
Board were living on the "assessments." [N.B.—This hint comes too
late for the enlightenment of New York silver miners; they have already
learned all about this neat trick by experience.] The Board had no desire
to strike the ledge, knowing that it was as barren of silver as a
curbstone. This reminiscence calls to mind Jim Townsend's tunnel. He had
paid assessments on a mine called the "Daley" till he was well-nigh
penniless. Finally an assessment was levied to run a tunnel two hundred
and fifty feet on the Daley, and Townsend went up on the hill to look into
matters.</p>
<p>He found the Daley cropping out of the apex of an exceedingly sharp-
pointed peak, and a couple of men up there "facing" the proposed tunnel.
Townsend made a calculation. Then he said to the men:</p>
<p>"So you have taken a contract to run a tunnel into this hill two hundred
and fifty feet to strike this ledge?"</p>
<p>"Yes, sir."</p>
<p>"Well, do you know that you have got one of the most expensive and arduous
undertakings before you that was ever conceived by man?"</p>
<p>"Why no—how is that?"</p>
<p>"Because this hill is only twenty-five feet through from side to side; and
so you have got to build two hundred and twenty-five feet of your tunnel
on trestle-work!"</p>
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<p>The ways of silver mining Boards are exceedingly dark and sinuous.</p>
<p>We took up various claims, and commenced shafts and tunnels on them, but
never finished any of them. We had to do a certain amount of work on each
to "hold" it, else other parties could seize our property after the
expiration of ten days. We were always hunting up new claims and doing a
little work on them and then waiting for a buyer—who never came. We
never found any ore that would yield more than fifty dollars a ton; and as
the mills charged fifty dollars a ton for working ore and extracting the
silver, our pocket-money melted steadily away and none returned to take
its place. We lived in a little cabin and cooked for ourselves; and
altogether it was a hard life, though a hopeful one—for we never
ceased to expect fortune and a customer to burst upon us some day.</p>
<p>At last, when flour reached a dollar a pound, and money could not be
borrowed on the best security at less than eight per cent a month (I being
without the security, too), I abandoned mining and went to milling. That
is to say, I went to work as a common laborer in a quartz mill, at ten
dollars a week and board.</p>
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