Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1877-01-17
OLD TIMES REVIVED.
How Magee Tugged in the 2 g
at Typo.
AN OLD MINERS PERSEVERANCE.
The Different Moons that Looked
Down on MaSee.

| Correspondence to 6. +. Sunday Chronicle.
TYPO New, Jan. /, 1877.
AS now and then see letters from
other camps, / have taken it into my
head to send down this letter to you.
and let the public know what the
double breasted chloriders of Typo are
doing. TO speak of Jul camp, we have
"A fine one, a credit to Central Nevada,
and a camp that promises to be grea,
and prosperous. l have no grudge
against any other district, large OF
small, but l say, according to my sober
judgment and from a long experience,
that there is a better prospect of per.
nanency in tue mines here than in
any other camp of Nevada. There are
about seven hundred men engaged in
the mines, at the mill and furnace, and
in burning charcoal. There are about
n thousand souls, all told, in and
around the town. The stranger COM
ing in is surprised at the great change
effected here in the last year and a half.
Where then there were but a few pros
pect holes and a few poor miners, to-
day there are rich, well-deveioped
mines and hundreds of men making
money. Two furnaces day and night
howl and roar in the turning out of
from 5000 to $500 bullion; one large
mill is constantly laundering away at
the fine rock from the 2 G and other
mines. The principal mine here is the
2 G.. 1t was first developed by our
leather sinewed old rustler, J. b. Ma
| gee, and it is to-day one of the finest
in America. Let a nan go down into
it, and he sees OF every side of him
Vast Faces of Ore;
Let him examine every angle and
point made by the workmen, and he
will not see any sign of end or barren
ness-'tis ore, ore, ore, without end.
Then he may climb to the top again,
and cast his eyes westward across the
hill and down into the gulch below.
The mighty ledge is visible for many
thousand feet. 1t is owned by differ
ent men, each of whom is trying to do
all in his power to develop his own
share or interest. Besides this, there
are scattered all over the face of the
hills forming the little canyon little
mines that promise well for the future.
The own is lively, of course, like all
towns that are in a flourishing condi-
ton in the mountains, and this has its
share of sports-I mean men who
sport at faro, keno, poker and gin.
Day and night there is a hum of bus
mess. Pass down Main street and on
each side you behold saloons, restau-
rants, lodging-houses, dry goods shops
and boot-making establishments driv-
ing a fine trade. Look at it in the mid
die of the day, tits lively; look at it at
midnight, and it is just as lively. Be-
fore each saloon there lies a pile of
cast-out poker-decks large as the dome
of the State House at Sacramento. 1t
is the intention of the mill men, |
think, to purchase about 300 ton of
these cards TO run the furnace with
next summer. 1t is now different from
the time when certain parties said that
any man who would hunt after the
precious metals in Typo canyon should
be sent to the Woodbridge mad-house.
Yes; the long winded scientists laugh
ed at me and a few Others who per-
sisted in continuing our efforts here.
They said, You might as well go and
look for ore in the stomach Of a resur-
rected mastodon as in such a place."
But it was to no purpose. We pound
ed and drilled, and punched and
hauled, resolving that we would spend
the last cent or bring to light what we
thought was stored away in the dark
bowels of these hills. At that time
MaGee
Did not have the means he has to-day;
that is, he did not have hAlndreds of
thousands of dollars to hire legions of
men, but he had nerve, and he had
sinew. He came here and he liked the
prospect; he threw off his coat and
went to work. The days came and
the days went-Still he worked. The
new moon showed her silver thread in
the rosy west, and she saw him right
there at hat little prospect hole. That
same moon became round and full;
she arose proud and glorious from the
east at the close of day; she looked
into this little canyon and she saw
| Magee in the IN place. She waned
again into that same little thread she
once was, and thinking that she might
catch Magee away from his hole she
came in the morning instead of the
evening. But it was all in vain. Magee
still remained by his little prospect
hole. And when her last faint light
was dying out she seemed to call down
from her ancient beat and say: "That
is right, Magee; stay with it," And he
did stay with it. Yes; young moons
became old moons; but Magee chewed
his last ham-rind and swore hat he
would leave his bones in that crevice
or take silver out of it. Fortune, at
length overcome by the blows of a
man who would not be backed by
her worst frowns, cried out: "Magee,
you can have it." Ia that hour he
struck it-struck it rich! And so it
continues to this very hour. We
are proud of our camp, and hope that
it may long flourish to pour forth it's
treasures into the lap of a great and
prosperous nation.
Official from the Mines.