The Nevada journal., 1856-01-11
For the Journal
The Mining Community Ofthis State.

For the Journal.
The Mining Co ommUnity oftlis State.
If the race which peoples our State in
the present, and the generations which
are to people it in the future, do not prove
the most enterprising among an adyen-
turous people, the closest reasoners of an
age Of abstruse physical sciences, it will
not be from the want of incentives to ex-
ertion, or reward for successful effort, or
a proper theatre upon which to develop
those niger elements of mans character,
in which energy verges upon desperation,
and speculation upon reasoning madness.
The knowledge, already traditional, of the
sudden fortunes within the last few years
acquired here, to be elsewhere enjoyed,
the belief that even richer deposits yet
remain untouched-stores of the yellow
ore locked up in the rocks of the'.antedi :
luvian world, with the mountains heaped
upon them, the knowledge of what was,
the belief of what is, strengthened and
confirmed by continued discovery-all
tend to keep alive in the mining commu-
nifty a spirit of adventure which in any
other land would. be deemed madness.
Take, as an Illustration, the tunneling
operations now prosecuted in every direc-
ton and dissecting every hill. See a
company of perhaps six men, without
means to even procure the common neces-
saries of life, coolly commence a work
which it must require years and thousands
of dollars to complete. Listen to their
plaus-the theories upon which they build
their hopes of future fortune. They talk
of ages past as other men of yesterday
They found their hopes upon the world of
millions of years since, upon changes
wrought by the goddess mother Nature,
when naught but dead matter acknowl-
edged her law. They talk of the time
when these lofty hills were the channels
of rivers whose tenantless waves rolled
through silent world and into saltless
sea. Back beyond this vast lapse of
time, from which even the geologist re-
coils, the reasoning miner returns. Tray
ersing ages, and calculating with noun
tains, he weighs, considers, determines
and acts. Poor he may be-unfortunate
he may have been-faith in his theory
buoys him up. By day and by night he
tolls; the midnight watcher or carouser
hears the muffled sound that attests his
perseverance. Months pass away-years
perhaps-and he still works on. At
length in the dead hour of night, the last
blow is struck, and he is through. Around
the man who washes cut the first prospect
pan stands group that is we'll worthy
the pencil of a painter. The old man
who for years has toiled that he might
take back to the partner of his life that
which shall cheer declining years an
other whose young children have forgot
ten their sire so long away that young
boy whose cramped fingers have by each
mail renewed to some fair girl his story of
unchanged affection these and many
others are watching with an interest
which none who have not felt can know,
the result of this first PAN Closer
and closer it is pannea down, and
at last the result is before them-an
ounce at least, they call it, and their for
tunes are made.
To many man the first prospect pan
shows that years of labor and toll are
lost; but the energy, the hope, the un-
shakable belief of the California miner.
that his star will yet appear in the assea=
dant is nevr lost.
Disappointment, sickness, poverty can
not daunt, and death only destroys 6is
faith by ending his existence.
DIsGRAcEFuL.--" Just fifty persons have
| lost their lives durinp the last five mOnfhs hv