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    Chapter XLIII

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    However, as I grew better acquainted with the business and learned the
    run of the sources of information I ceased to require the aid of fancy to
    any large extent, and became able to fill my columns without diverging
    noticeably from the domain of fact.

    I struck up friendships with the reporters of the other journals, and we
    swapped "regulars" with each other and thus economized work. "Regulars"
    are permanent sources of news, like courts, bullion returns, "clean-ups"
    at the quartz mills, and inquests. Inasmuch as everybody went armed, we
    had an inquest about every day, and so this department was naturally set
    down among the "regulars." We had lively papers in those days. My great
    competitor among the reporters was Boggs of the Union. He was an
    excellent reporter. Once in three or four months he would get a little
    intoxicated, but as a general thing he was a wary and cautious drinker
    although always ready to tamper a little with the enemy. He had the
    advantage of me in one thing; he could get the monthly public school
    report and I could not, because the principal hated the Enterprise.
    One snowy night when the report was due, I started out sadly wondering
    how I was going to get it. Presently, a few steps up the almost deserted
    street I stumbled on Boggs and asked him where he was going.

    "After the school report."

    "I'll go along with you."

    "No, sir. I'll excuse you."

    "Just as you say."

    A saloon-keeper's boy passed by with a steaming pitcher of hot punch, and
    Boggs snuffed the fragrance gratefully. He gazed fondly after the boy
    and saw him start up the Enterprise stairs. I said:

    "I wish you could help me get that school business, but since you can't,
    I must run up to the Union office and see if I can get them to let me
    have a proof of it after they have set it up, though I don't begin to
    suppose they will. Good night."

    "Hold on a minute. I don't mind getting the report and sitting around
    with the boys a little, while you copy it, if you're willing to drop down
    to the principal's with me."

    "Now you talk like a rational being. Come along."

    We plowed a couple of blocks through the snow, got the report and
    returned to our office. It was a short document and soon copied.
    Meantime Boggs helped himself to the punch. I gave the manuscript back
    to him and we started out to get an inquest, for we heard pistol shots
    near by. We got the particulars with little loss of time, for it was
    only an inferior sort of bar-room murder, and of little interest to the
    public, and then we separated. Away at three o'clock in the morning,
    when we had gone to press and were having a relaxing concert as usual--
    for some of the printers were good singers and others good performers on
    the guitar and on that atrocity the accordion--the proprietor of the
    Union strode in and desired to know if anybody had heard anything of
    Boggs or the school report. We stated the case, and all turned out to
    help hunt for the delinquent. We found him standing on a table in a
    saloon, with an old tin lantern in one hand and the school report in the
    other, haranguing a gang of intoxicated Cornish miners on the iniquity of
    squandering the public moneys on education "when hundreds and hundreds of
    honest hard-working men are literally starving for whiskey." [Riotous
    applause.] He had been assisting in a regal spree with those parties for
    hours. We dragged him away and put him to bed.

    Of course there was no school report in the Union, and Boggs held me
    accountable, though I was innocent of any intention or desire to compass
    its absence from that paper and was as sorry as any one that the
    misfortune had occurred.

    But we were perfectly friendly. The day that the school report was next
    due, the proprietor of the "Genessee" mine furnished us a buggy and asked
    us to go down and write something about the property--a very common
    request and one always gladly acceded to when people furnished buggies,
    for we were as fond of pleasure excursions as other people. In due time
    we arrived at the "mine"--nothing but a hole in the ground ninety feet
    deep, and no way of getting down into it but by holding on to a rope and
    being lowered with a windlass. The workmen had just gone off somewhere
    to dinner. I was not strong enough to lower Boggs's bulk; so I took an
    unlighted candle in my teeth, made a loop for my foot in the end of the
    rope, implored Boggs not to go to sleep or let the windlass get the start
    of him, and then swung out over the shaft. I reached the bottom muddy
    and bruised about the elbows, but safe. I lit the candle, made an
    examination of the rock, selected some specimens and shouted to Boggs to
    hoist away. No answer. Presently a head appeared in the circle of
    daylight away aloft, and a voice came down:

    "Are you all set?"

    "All set--hoist away."

    "Are you comfortable?"

    "Perfectly."

    "Could you wait a little?"

    "Oh certainly--no particular hurry."

    "Well--good by."

    "Why? Where are you going?"

    "After the school report!"

    And he did. I staid down there an hour, and surprised the workmen when
    they hauled up and found a man on the rope instead of a bucket of rock.
    I walked home, too--five miles--up hill. We had no school report next
    morning; but the Union had.

    Six months after my entry into journalism the grand "flush times" of
    Silverland began, and they continued with unabated splendor for three
    years. All difficulty about filling up the "local department" ceased,
    and the only trouble now was how to make the lengthened columns hold the
    world of incidents and happenings that came to our literary net every
    day. Virginia had grown to be the "livest" town, for its age and
    population, that America had ever produced. The sidewalks swarmed with
    people--to such an extent, indeed, that it was generally no easy matter
    to stem the human tide. The streets themselves were just as crowded with
    quartz wagons, freight teams and other vehicles. The procession was
    endless. So great was the pack, that buggies frequently had to wait half
    an hour for an opportunity to cross the principal street. Joy sat on
    every countenance, and there was a glad, almost fierce, intensity in
    every eye, that told of the money-getting schemes that were seething in
    every brain and the high hope that held sway in every heart. Money was
    as plenty as dust; every individual considered himself wealthy, and a
    melancholy countenance was nowhere to be seen. There were military
    companies, fire companies, brass bands, banks, hotels, theatres, "hurdy-
    gurdy houses," wide-open gambling palaces, political pow-wows, civic
    processions, street fights, murders, inquests, riots, a whiskey mill
    every fifteen steps, a Board of Aldermen, a Mayor, a City Surveyor, a
    City Engineer, a Chief of the Fire Department, with First, Second and
    Third Assistants, a Chief of Police, City Marshal and a large police
    force, two Boards of Mining Brokers, a dozen breweries and half a dozen
    jails and station-houses in full operation, and some talk of building a
    church. The "flush times" were in magnificent flower! Large fire-proof
    brick buildings were going up in the principal streets, and the wooden
    suburbs were spreading out in all directions. Town lots soared up to
    prices that were amazing.

    The great "Comstock lode" stretched its opulent length straight through
    the town from north to south, and every mine on it was in diligent
    process of development. One of these mines alone employed six hundred
    and seventy-five men, and in the matter of elections the adage was, "as
    the 'Gould and Curry' goes, so goes the city." Laboring men's wages were
    four and six dollars a day, and they worked in three "shifts" or gangs,
    and the blasting and picking and shoveling went on without ceasing, night
    and day.

    The "city" of Virginia roosted royally midway up the steep side of Mount
    Davidson, seven thousand two hundred feet above the level of the sea, and
    in the clear Nevada atmosphere was visible from a distance of fifty
    miles! It claimed a population of fifteen thousand to eighteen thousand,
    and all day long half of this little army swarmed the streets like bees
    and the other half swarmed among the drifts and tunnels of the
    "Comstock," hundreds of feet down in the earth directly under those same
    streets. Often we felt our chairs jar, and heard the faint boom of a
    blast down in the bowels of the earth under the office.

    The mountain side was so steep that the entire town had a slant to it
    like a roof. Each street was a terrace, and from each to the next street
    below the descent was forty or fifty feet. The fronts of the houses were
    level with the street they faced, but their rear first floors were
    propped on lofty stilts; a man could stand at a rear first floor window
    of a C street house and look down the chimneys of the row of houses below
    him facing D street. It was a laborious climb, in that thin atmosphere,
    to ascend from D to A street, and you were panting and out of breath when
    you got there; but you could turn around and go down again like a house
    a-fire--so to speak. The atmosphere was so rarified, on account of the
    great altitude, that one's blood lay near the surface always, and the
    scratch of a pin was a disaster worth worrying about, for the chances
    were that a grievous erysipelas would ensue. But to offset this, the
    thin atmosphere seemed to carry healing to gunshot wounds, and therefore,
    to simply shoot your adversary through both lungs was a thing not likely
    to afford you any permanent satisfaction, for he would be nearly certain
    to be around looking for you within the month, and not with an opera
    glass, either.

    From Virginia's airy situation one could look over a vast, far-reaching
    panorama of mountain ranges and deserts; and whether the day was bright
    or overcast, whether the sun was rising or setting, or flaming in the
    zenith, or whether night and the moon held sway, the spectacle was always
    impressive and beautiful. Over your head Mount Davidson lifted its gray
    dome, and before and below you a rugged canyon clove the battlemented
    hills, making a sombre gateway through which a soft-tinted desert was
    glimpsed, with the silver thread of a river winding through it, bordered
    with trees which many miles of distance diminished to a delicate fringe;
    and still further away the snowy mountains rose up and stretched their
    long barrier to the filmy horizon--far enough beyond a lake that burned
    in the desert like a fallen sun, though that, itself, lay fifty miles
    removed. Look from your window where you would, there was fascination in
    the picture. At rare intervals--but very rare--there were clouds in our
    skies, and then the setting sun would gild and flush and glorify this
    mighty expanse of scenery with a bewildering pomp of color that held the
    eye like a spell and moved the spirit like music.
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