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    Chapter XLIV - Page 2

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    it was the friendly custom to run
    straight to the newspaper offices, give the reporter forty or fifty
    "feet," and get them to go and examine the mine and publish a notice of
    it. They did not care a fig what you said about the property so you said
    something. Consequently we generally said a word or two to the effect
    that the "indications" were good, or that the ledge was "six feet wide,"
    or that the rock "resembled the Comstock" (and so it did--but as a
    general thing the resemblance was not startling enough to knock you
    down). If the rock was moderately promising, we followed the custom of
    the country, used strong adjectives and frothed at the mouth as if a very
    marvel in silver discoveries had transpired. If the mine was a
    "developed" one, and had no pay ore to show (and of course it hadn't), we
    praised the tunnel; said it was one of the most infatuating tunnels in
    the land; driveled and driveled about the tunnel till we ran entirely out
    of ecstasies--but never said a word about the rock. We would squander
    half a column of adulation on a shaft, or a new wire rope, or a dressed
    pine windlass, or a fascinating force pump, and close with a burst of
    admiration of the "gentlemanly and efficient Superintendent" of the mine
    --but never utter a whisper about the rock. And those people were always
    pleased, always satisfied. Occasionally we patched up and varnished our
    reputation for discrimination and stern, undeviating accuracy, by giving
    some old abandoned claim a blast that ought to have made its dry bones
    rattle--and then somebody would seize it and sell it on the fleeting
    notoriety thus conferred upon it.

    There was nothing in the shape of a mining claim that was not salable.
    We received presents of "feet" every day. If we needed a hundred dollars
    or so, we sold some; if not, we hoarded it away, satisfied that it would
    ultimately be worth a thousand dollars a foot. I had a trunk about half
    full of "stock." When a claim made a stir in the market and went up to a
    high figure, I searched through my pile to see if I had any of its stock
    --and generally found it.

    The prices rose and fell constantly; but still a fall disturbed us
    little, because a thousand dollars a foot was our figure, and so we were

    content to let it fluctuate as much as it pleased till it reached it.
    My pile of stock was not all given to me by people who wished their
    claims "noticed." At least half of it was given me by persons who had no
    thought of such a thing, and looked for nothing more than a simple verbal
    "thank you;" and you were not even obliged by law to furnish that.
    If you are coming up the street with a couple of baskets of apples in
    your hands, and you meet a friend, you naturally invite him to take a
    few. That describes the condition of things in Virginia in the
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