Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1878-08-11

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Three O'Clock A, NJ. The Reporter is
running later than usual, expecting news
of importance. He ia attracted by the
bright lights still burning at the Jackson
House. A knowledge that the night is
warm, and that chairs on the porch invite
him to rest himself, he wends his already
weary limbs in that direction. Settled
upon the porch, he notices a party in the
saloon, engaged in q social game of cards.
| Acquainted with them all, he enters, and
| after the salute Of good evening on their
part, and q " Good morning, gentlemen
on his, he looks on the game, taking in the
situation. Will he be doing wrong to tell
who are present? Not all, as each is the
BOSS in the house over which he presides.
There are five in the game, an honorable
Judge, q lawyer, two doctors, and the
landlord. The game ends one OF the doc
tors loses. Items is invited takes a cigar
(he never drinks), and moves out. The
Eureka Hotel is near the corrugated lamp
is burning brightly, and Items goes up
stairs. Head of the house on duty, and
gruffly asks, "What do you want here Z"
| Items meekly replies, "After an ITEM"
JIM odfb, ANoiiC htiC Oub tuhc d QIlnh.
(He knows we never drink We decline,
and enter the ante-room, and find a motley
crowd-all married mel except a ''capital-
ist Of Eastern Nevada engaged in a
game OF pedro-sancho, coin being on the
corner. We will not give them away"
consequently won't state who was in the
game but they had all been to lodge
the previous evening, and becoming inter
ested in the game, did not know that dawn
would soon break, or that o curtain lecture
awaited them. But what has a reporter to
| do with family troubles, or married men
catching the devil if they stay out late?
Why simply nothing he takes in the sit
uation, pities the poor devils upon their
reception when they do go home, and leaves
them TO their fate. Descending to the
street the lights and singing in the c. p.
Brewery attracts his attention, and being
himself a vocalist, it is natural to be caught
by the music, and in a jiffy he is among
a crowd Of Cornish miners, who, with their
excellent voices, are singing the "Sweet
By and By and baby Mime between
each song calling upon the landlord to
bring another gallon of beer. Items is
cordially invited to take a glass Of beer,
lad !" but declines, because he is a mem
Der Of the "water tanks and fears there
may be spies around. After listening to
another song, q visit is paid to Joe Mendes'
saloon, which is crowded, although the
hour is late, and the pretty waiter girls
are modestly floating hither and thither
with their laden trays, serving the Gus
toners, who are enjoying the excellent
music by Professor Plumhof on the piano.
As we enter he is playing the Last Rose
of Summer" with variations, and upon
an encore being demanded, he plays the
opera of Robert lie Diable. ;" What East
ern luck would expect to find admirers Of
these exquisite operas in the mountains
and in a beer saloon? Yet it is true, and
each evening the saloon is crowded with
miners, mechanics and merchants, who
gather to listen to the music. Leaving
Mendes', we enter Luther Clark's, and
visit the rooms which the last Legislature
compelled to move just thirteen feet above
ground" A motley crowd is gathered, en-
| gagged in fighting the tiger, although
one would almost suppose he had entered
n Quaker Westinghouse, where those con
gregated were waiting the spirit to move
them, not a word being spoken, and no
sound save that OF handling the "chips."
Some lose, some win; but having no inter
est in the game, we move for the street
again and visit the Corner whore a number
are engaged in playing billiards. So in
tent are they with their game that they do
not realize that the sun will soon shine
upon them, or that the severe nights ex-
ereise in chasing around the tables admon-
ishes them to seek repose. But why go
further. The lower levels would be en-
countered should we 60 down the street.
This in night life in Eureka. Many turn
night into day, and ii is a wonderment at
what time some men sleep. as they are
never missed from the streets and saloons.
They dress well, they eat at the chop
stands, they drink (when asked, but APP
pear to never sleep; and what their means
of support is, is also a mystery beyond
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