Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1877-08-19
BLACK HILLS LETTER.
The Situation fan the sew Ell DO
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RADIO.
The following letter is from an old
resident of Eureka, and gives a racy
description of the situation in that
much lauded land of gold. 1t will be
seen that dali times aflict the commu-
nifty aud bear rather heavy ON the
gold-seekers:
GAYvILLE, BLACK HILLS, Aug. o.
FRIEND CHARLEY: AS you see by
the heading of my letter, 1 have not
left for the Big Horn yet, and the
chances are good that We will not ven-
lure out too far. We were all rOdy TO
start, grub packed, and arrangements
! made, ten day ago, but Mr.. Redskin
made his appearance on Spearfish,
Redwa'er, and at Crook City, and
raised merry h, killing some 20 un-
fortunate pilgrims and running ali the
ranchers into Spearfish for safety.
They have got some seven or eight
companies OF soldiers out securing the
country, but what good does the
soldiers do? None in the least. The
r~ascals are in with the Indians. A few
days after the Indian scare which de-
layed rs from starting on Il contem-
plated journey, reports from the Big
| Horn were not so favorable. So we
waited for further Developments, and |
am glad that we did, for the last news
j. that the Big Horn is a hoax; that
there is not enough gold up there t.
swear by, and no Inducements for any
to take the chances of getting his
hair lifted by the rowing blood thirsty
Sioux. Stout and | are stopping here
at Central CITY, waiting for a quartz
contract, which / think will be a sue
cess. There is nothing very brilliant
about it. but no chances of waking up
and finding your scalp gone. We had
To give up Bear But:es as a bad and
Improbable job.
LIFE IN THE HILLS.
Such is life in the Black Hills, You
think you've got it, and then you find
you are fooled. Old John is well, fat,
and meaner than a drink of sour cider.
We manage to get away with three
square meals a day, and live on the
best that the market affords. Grub is
cheap and plenty OF it, but it makes
many a poor devil scratch to rustic up
even N meal, consequently Icousider
myself a little more than fixed. The
back action" of Deadwood has broke
loose and gone plumb to the bottom
of Tophet, and all the bulls in Gods
green world could not bring it back.
oh no! this town amt dull, its Mud
springs, I'VE in California. | was
down to Deadwood last night, and |
am telling you the truth when | say
| that fharn N-uG not - man in Il l,t IL,
the Black Hills metropolis, and only
one man bucking at tiger, and he was
playing white chips, at the Senate.
All the rest of the games have closed
in consequence of there being mo game
for his "Rnyal Nibsn to Iatten ON
Billy Mather aud a man by the name
of Scott have bought the Custer House,
aud opened "A billiard hall. They have
"a nice place, out are doing no business;
too tough times with the boys TO
s%quander much money on the green.
CENTRAL CITY.
Central City is the place now, and
away ahead of Deadwood. Things are
quite lively here. There are seven
mills in operation, making music
with their stamps, all within sight of
u another, and more going up and
coming in.
The Hidden Treasure has struck it
richer than mud again, perfectly
- lousey" with gold.
Lead City is improving and bloom
ing like "A summer rose. Six mills are
running there.
They are putting up a % stamp mill
at Blacktail. and have found good
quartz in the neighborhood.
Castle Creek is all ablaze. taking the
| yellow dust out by the cart load.
The claims between Central and
Deadwood have about petered. The
placer diggings in the Hills are a fail
IRE, bui quarz is going to be the chief,
II il only holds Il "a they sink on it.
White shirt men say it is good for two
years yet-that is, quartz enough in
sight To last hat long. Most of The
old stilfs 4" are around own yet, and
| tell you that they look mighty blue.
| have not seen Bob Stewart for n
inonth-since | was down to his claim.
| guess he Is getting grub, n hat is
all, or AT least he tells me so. The
pilgrims and tenderfeet have most all
walked out, minus their wad of green
backs that they brought in with them.
Poor devils! They did not find it law
ing around on the top of the ground,
and so thew have gone back to work
on the old farm at SIS a month and
found. Mighty poor country for an
%emigrant, sure's you're born. Re-
CARDS to all the BOYS. Send me a SEN
from the old town. Yours, truly,
j. ). X.
Fire Alarm.