Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1868-02-26
THE EVENING NEWS.
CuoLL,p-porosr Guosr.- We heard

W since, told by = friend employed atthe
Chollar-Potos mine, about n terrible APP
partition, which, has recently developed
itself down among the subterraneau re-
cious of that valuable mine. II will be
remembered that nearly four months
ago, by an extensive and unfortunate
cave in the mine, Patrick Price, a miner
was buried, and Notwithstanding the
most strenuous Efforts were made 10
that end, his body never was recovered
but still lies buried beneath the huge
mass Of loose earth, broken timbers, aud
rock. His body has rested quiet enough
in its deep grave, and his soul returneu
TO its Maker, is secure from all iur'ner
earthly troubles, but rs might n"tuf"''!
be supposed, among Il community VI
workers in those dark winding passages,
oueer looking chambers, and gloomy re-
cesses. the idea Of II ghost being con-
nec,ed with the presence OF the dead
body would naturally suggest itself des-
mite all sensible convictions to the con-
trary. Among the miners is u hale
hearty son Of tue Emerald Isle, who,
although doubtless rs brave rs u lion
in his intercourse with mankind, has \
fearful aversion towards ghosts. About
Il week ago, he was working IN a Smal
drift running from Il winZe W. the
Blue Wing and Santa Fe stations, nearly
two hundred feet from the surface. Pat
WAS alone. His partner, Simon, was
temporarily absent 1T the Santa &c sta
ton below, the ascent or descent IN the
winze or small shaft being by means OF
. ladder fastened TO the side. Sud
denly Pat heard u deep hollow groan;
an uuearthly horrible groan, such as
di~sembodied spirits, only, are supposed
to deal in. 1t was the solemn hour Of
midnight, too 4; just the proper time for
them to appear. He started aghast,
and although the body of Price was not
less than a hundred feet distant, yet 1t
was the first thing he thought OF. An
mother Mortified gToau came to his ears.
He dropped his pick and ran to the
mouth OF the drift and shouted down
the winze. Simon Oh, Simon! is
that you? Are you there, imo
Another groau was his only reply, and
he came Scramblius down the ladder,
hand over hand. at the imminent risk OF
his neck. Two wicked brother miners,
who JUS, for II bit of II joke, had
been doing that grooming, only had
time 10 III out of the way, and
get their faces Strengthened ont, as he
rushed through the station toward them,
with his hair standing on end and great
beads of sweat dripping from his fore,
head. "What's the matter, I said
they. "Mattcr, is it? An didnt
hear a ghost in The drift wild me2 First
heard the %rat,liu' OF a poll pick among
the shtones; thin be Civ n CRATE moan,
and thin a big howlin' grin. Don't We
laugh, boys. | tell you twas u ghost,
diyil u less" They tried to reason or
laugh him out of the idea, but all to no
purpose; he Was so firmly satisfied that
i, was u real genuine ghost, that he
could not be induced TO go back to the
drift. alone; the foreman and Simon,
his partner, had to go there with him.
One or two nights subsequently he was
startled by similar groans, but Simon
was with him, and not so easily startled.
For reasons best known to the Superin-
tendent of the mine, further working OF
the drift was discontinued, but Pat be-
lieyes it was because Of the ghost. He
is now working in the Blue Wing sta
ton, some distance from the winze, but
he says he never passes it without hear
ing that same big groan and howlin'
grim" Pat swears he wouldn't work
down in that drift again for all the
money In the State Of Nevada. The
ghost aforesaid, however, appears not
to have been the only one ever known
of in that mine, for d few weeks ago q
strange noise vas heard in an OLD
abandoned drift, and o bold miner ven
turing in that direction TO see what was
up, had his astonished eyes treated to
the sight of q couple of skeletons with
long peaked hats on their heads n
short pipes in their mouths, working
with a cross-cut saw, trying to saw +"
big stick of timber in two. The saw
worked hard and kept sticking so that
every few minutes they had to stop and
take an AK and chip it out. Our in-
formant watched them for nearly half
an hour, when, by way OF experiment,
he threw n chew OF tobacco and hit
one Of them in the eye. They sprang
up, grabbed the log, saw and AK, and
vanished in an instant. Not even n sign
of chips or s~aw-dust, even, did they
leave, and they have never been seen or
heard since.
OLD FASHION ASD New FASHION Wiz
rERs.-Arc the Winters different now
from what they were in aye olden
time ?"-that is the question which IS
being discussed in some Of the news
papers, pro and con. A writer in the
Wilmington Commercial maintains that
the Winters arc about the same now rs
Observation-Disclosures cold and some
times midland cnforces his PROPOSE
ton BY saving that the Winter OF 1928
was undoubtedly n hard one, but that
dates can hardly be classed with the
ancient Winters our fathers told of, but
belonged Gather TO modern times, going
10 prove, so far rs il does go, that we
are NOT much farther from the north
mole than we were q hundred years ago.
The Winter Of '27 is rather further
back, and was so mild that the ground
was not frozen ut any time sufficient to
prevent blowing. remember hearing
an old farmer say he had a yeariing
calf which lived out the whole OF tha'
Winter without any fodder, and kept II
good condition. The truth is, we know
bu, little of the kar-if there is one
which regulates our exceedingly change
able climate. Without knowing the nc
tual facts of the case, | venture to cues
that at the average temperature II GU
Winters be increasing or otherwise, tn
er,remes are greater than formerly. Or
in other words, the range Of the ther
mometer is greater during our Winter
than it vas fifty years ago. WI
knows ?"
GRAND MONUMENTAL BESEFir.-fh
much talked OF benefit to Monumental
Engine Co. No C, takes place at Pipers
h...a uousa this eyeninO and nrOmiSe