Weekly Trinity journal., 1874-03-07
CORRESPONDENCE.
TRINITY RIVER. Feb. 24. 1877.

ing the potatoes hold out with the bread,
| will take one at time. As | am
practical miner and laboring every day,
Sundays included, suppose tell you what
am doing and my prospects for the
future. Before 60 any further, permit
me to add my testimony to the fact that
Mac did kill that deer, as told in the
| JOURNAL of last week, with only one
little error the dorg belonged to an In
dian boy named Frank. 1t was really
interesting to witness the killing That
deer had made up his mind TO die, the
choice laying between death by the dog
or at the hands of Mac. The deer SEEM
ed to be in a quandary, something like a
DollyV arden Mud-wagon Assemblyman,
between dose OF EPSON salts and huge
perspiration. You bet those poor devils
whom the dear people sent to Sacramento
just simply because they were opposed to
Railroads, know where that place is
Don't you think that by this time some
Of them wish they had been sent little
lower down the river-to San Quit-cm,
for instance l think they do.
But here is depression. | started out
to tell you what | was doing in the way
of mining. l get up at in the morning,
start fire and go back to bed till it burns.
Get up again, light the dudeen and take
draw Of the pipe ; wash, get breakfast
and eat. We then turn on the reservoir,
and when that is run out, commence
buggerlugging rock. | borrowed that
word from our neighbor Frank, the man
that picked up ten dollar slug in his
claim the other day ; hope he'll pick up
some more. BY the time the buggcrlug-
ging is done, the reservoir is full again :;
so we alternate through the day. stopping
only for dinner, and closing out the days
work at in the evening. This is inter-
spcrsed with little moving of the hy-
draulic and occasionally dry-nursing the
dump. At 8 we fill the cracks in our
hands with pine gum and turn in this
ends the days work. A man is fool to
make up his bed after he has lain in it
long enough to have it snugly fit the an
giles of his old carcass.
Well, | told you about Mac killing the
deer; now | am going to tell you about
my future prospects. When ! engage in
my new enterprise | shall have for my
nearest neighbor an Aristocratic Chinese
merchant-sells cabbagee. | know he
belongs to the Aristocracy by peculiar
mark he bears upon his person. Uncle
Hi Mabie has dog marked that way.
Now, Uncle Iii is very social, genial,
accommodating, jolly, old California gem
tleman, and if any of the JOURNAL office
boys should chance to pass that way,
Uncle Iii will show you the dog with
pleasure. No charge; and ask you to
take mag Of cider.
Now, feel pretty sure of telling you
about Mac killing the deer, so | will go
on with the new enterprise. The machine,
intended to be used solely for the devel-
opment of this Gods own country, will
be built and permanently located on the
head Of Poker Bar. 1t was first thought
to be called the Bovine Smasher, but
Pard Owe got onc) said that name might
get mixed up with that of cow-catcher,
or that a misguided or unthoughtful pub
lie might think that the gentleman who
butted the bovine off the bridge was q
silent partner in the concern. SO we
finally settled upon a name and will call
it the Lucy Long Connubiator. That
tells you at once what State Pard halls
from. do not propose giving you mi
mute description of the machine now, but
will do so as soon rs patented. The size
Of the machine will be so by 200 feet
depth of hole GO feet. An S0-foot square
hopper is placed on top of this for receiv-
ing the aurilerous dirt, and at the bottom
Of this hopper is a riddle with large holes
for nuggets, and for the finer particles of
gold to pass through, smaller holes are
punched. have not figured closely on
the amount Of canvas to be used. No
steam attached, mind you might blow
up the motive power being elbow-grcase
and APPLE jack. Take an under one
He'll suppose; what do care. TO hell
nit your Little Giants ~ Atthe extreme
lower end, where the water pours out after
passing over the dirt and down an incline
in the middle of the connubiator, | intend
building fsh-trap, something like Char
ley Shoppe's, for catching salmon. |
expect to take in grand cash enough from
the sales of my fish to pay all expenses,
which will scarcely be anything only Il
little cheap labor, say 1lS or l2O China
men to wheel away the black sand.
We have ordered 200 tons of quicksilver
which is now on the road so Of this will
be thrown in the rivera at Lowdcn's bridge
and 75 at Olney's. The remainder will
be used in an under-current which be
located either at Uncle JOS or Mes
bridge. From Olney's bridge we intend
locating and extending feeder as far as
Pete VanMatre's, by way Of Bolts Hill.
My friend Ben Cunningham will please
look after our interest up that way. Do,
Ben, that's good boy, and I'll send you
70 or 100 barrels of fish. Are you fond
of salmon, Ben
am not positive but / think / told
about Mac killing the deer. 50 you fell
lows at the JOURNAL Office be good boys,
call to see Uncle HIS dog as you pass,
and when | get our machine fairly going
l will write you good and lengthy story
entitled "The Ups and Downs of Old
Reliable"
Should the Connubiator prove failure