Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1867-02-19
DUMPS.


the long shoo-oo-oo-oo-t of the Dumps
we mean the sound of the ore rushing
down the troughs that lead to the bins
from which the quartz-teams are loaded!
Did you eve practice your ears on a
guess, from the style of the shoo-oo-
ing sound, as to the character OF ore
that was sliding down in any particular
instance? Never did? Shoe! Given
the mine, and its just as easy to desig-
nate the price of the rock that's tum-
bling, from the rumble it makes, as it is
to return the estimate on actual micro
scopic inspection. First-class ore has a
6rst-class, aristocratic tone, in the
sliderl You make observations on some
particular mine, and verify our account,
or otherwise. Fourth-class rock has an
appropriate, Plebian growl, as it scrapes
itself down the trough. Things, all
things relatively vulgar in nature take
fitting airs and voices in their respective,
unconscious positions and motions. We
admit that this is running philosophy
into the ground; but the subject, right
here, can be reduced to rich con-
illusions.
1t has seemed to US, when we have on
many an evening passed the front Of ou
ledge, as.if the ores manifested a sullen
| Notwithstanding the force Of the
law of g~ravitation and shoo-oo-ing down
| with unmistskable reluctance. As
much as to say: Here we've been
asleep, with our bellies full Of silver
and gold these many centuries; and
now, to be ripped up from our couches,
aud tori from our comfortably settled
associations-picked out, shovelled up,
hoisted, rolled into the open mir, flung
down this pipe-o, shOo-oo-oo-damn!''
Sometimes the striking anathema re-
sembles ".Saera Sometimes u car
load of well pulverized ore gives, for its
dumping expression u sort Of prophetic
brawl, as: acknowledgements
like mad at some unavertible disaster.
We have sometimes had our sympathies
aroused for the fate that seemed to be
thus anticipated and bemoaned by the
doomed one. eyes," we had fancied
we had occasion and call to say: Eyes,
you may well deprecate your disturb
ance and your future fate; at least the
baser part of you may. All that is pre-
cious in you, or nearly all, is o to be
extracted from you. Every grain head
among you will be broke; you'll be tre-
panned, sozzled in hot water, and tried
out. You, dirt, have got to deliver
over your longtime partners, your
bright-eyed beauties that you have
'smutted" SO long, and yourself lake a
walk down tailing's track. A short
ride on the wagon, u churning by iron
dashers, then scalded, and steamed, and
scraped most numerically. 0, you've
got a nice experience before you'-and
we almost forget that We started in to
pity, and almost chuckle with q species
of malignant glee over the way the ore
has just"shoo-oo-ed'hss got to rough it.
Then we've had precisely the opposite
course Of Interpretation for the travel
ing voice of the precious inert matter.
We have heard the sound Of gurgling
laughter, as the condiment was fairly
danced down by the gay and festive
nobs of irst-clsss ore. The rich blue
nuggets leap down with o "Hi, hi, hi,
hurrah"-(for an actual voice)-and to
be interpreted as saying: "Tm out the
cursed company I've been forced TO keep
these thousands of years; and now I'm
going 10 be washed and dressed up for
fashionable trips round the world.
perhaps, at the anne shoo-oo-ooing
moment, a parcel Of u~nproductive dirt
would slowly rssp along the trough
bottom. lugubriously moving with a
death-rattle sound at the fall into the
street bin). Sometimes frst-class ore
shoo-oos with a regular guffaw-laugh
over its release and near prospective,
entire separation from o union with
dross-as you've often heard a Washoe
grass widow "haw-haw" the morning
on which she knew the Court was to
give her a full divorce from her uncon-
genial mate. She had been released
from the unpleasant bed for some time,
but to-day is to be entirely separated
from the dirty fellow she formerly was
forced to live with. "Haw-haw, "a broad,
coarse laugh, like that of the driver Of
| Gee Buck, but like a Washoe grass
widows, too. 1t has sometimes occurred
to US: May be you wouldn't be so might
lily tickled if you knew exactly where
you were going, Mr.. First-class; to what
base purposes you will at once be put.
You may, when you are duly coined, be
shipped to Europe and go into a bank
vault or private safe or old stocking,
and stay there for centuries. Just such
as you have run that course, have found
that ultimate deposit. Even such a fate
might prove preferable to the wear and
tear of the worlds everyday circula-
ton. After all, the christian or the
merely moral philosopher will tell you,
when in your handsomest dress, that
you're but trash. A purse full Of your
make is "trash"-mine or his-slauc to
thousands, etc. Perhaps, after all, that
is the most sensible ore that allows
itself to be pushed along, indifferent,
s~hoo-ooing Sin a slip-shod way-and
dropping with a "don't-care-a-damn"
thump on bin or wagon bottom.
There ought to be a photograph taken
of Gold Hill mining face on our west,
as now presented to the view from heal
ths nav Imnerial shaft IN thu eaat IL