Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1880-01-18
PANT AND PlNNEY.
TpBy wAEpKR TOGETHER LIKE SAINTS OF OLD
BRACE OF RARK eovHS-rHEIR YARNS
AND R0MANCEs


EDITOR APPEAL: At Aurora | fell in with
that cloven manipulation of stocks and things,
Mr.. George M. Pinney; and we, like the
saints of old, wandered together. We visited
the Real Del Monte mine, and saw the big
gest pump on the coast, also the biggest lot of
water for it to wrestle with, on any coast. 1t
il said that when the miners first struck the
water in the 500 foot level, it rose rapidly
20 as to float all the workmen to the surface, and
carry them with the food to near the corner
saloon in Aurora, two miles away, and that
whiskey has been watered i'll that gin mill ever
since. The Real Del Monte has no half way
water; fifteen wears ago it was oil gold and
small dump; now it is all water and big
pump. 1t was near this famous mine that
Mark Twain had his interest in the blind
lode" that he pleasantly tells about in
"Roughing It," think the mine is now en-
braced in the Real Del Monte property. They
take in all the Hill, and have some fine prop
critics and good prospects in this celebrated
and historical locality. There were over twelve
millions of bullion shipped from Aurora fur
Wells, Fargo i Co. 3 banks, during four years
of the camps prosperity, and one fourth of 1t
from the Real Del Monte. p. 3. l have IL" in
tersst in the mine N. B. And never expect
to have
PERSONAL PEN PICTURES
From Aurora George and took tie stage
n
try of alkaline and sage brush glory. We
lunched at Deep Wells, where water is sold at
two bits per bucket, and the owner don't
waste any on himself, either, for from appear
ances, his face has not felt sosp aud water
since the Spring of so He wore profusion
Of brass shirt studs, and filled in the unoccu-
pied space with tobacco juice, His hair would
be called "purty fair crap by Pike county
farmers, and was daubed with an elegant sufh
cheney of the worst kind Of Bodie pomade,
which even he would have changed, had his
nose been where mine was, or anywhere but
within the center of that park of perfume
which he bore about him. We lunched bat
sparingly, as the table was in keeping with
the man, and resumed our journey, passing
the salt and soda ranch of Hiram King of
Tyre" This sacriligious title was given him
beoanse he is King of more cattle, and less
butter and railk than any man in Nevada. He
has herds of fat cattle and not An ounce of but
ter III the house. At this ranch We changed
horses, and looked through the bottom of a
bottle. We left two looks for future use, and
IL. l..
PinHey has a fund of anecdotes, and can tell
them prettily; we snapped lies all the day,
and though | am no little Ratchet, there is no
cherry tree about hm. His real adventures,
however, are numerous and between US we
had seen all the world, and half of life, such as
il is. Passing by an alkali lake, the waters of
which are ink black, and beautifully and
clearly reflect the mountains for miles al eund,
until it seems as if You are looking off into
space. We arrived at Benton tired and hun
cry, put up at Mrs Burkss hotel, and were
made costly welcome at once. On reaching |
the dining room, our noses Judged that the |
repast would be extra fine, and 1t proved |
for the table held up some q" boss biscuit,
sweet butter, rich coffee and sure enough
cream.
ROUGH ON THE FARMER DAMN.
George winked at me, and calling the land
lady, said; MADAM. we are from the city, and
don't wish to be imposed upon by your giving
" sour milk; please give us some cream. We
know what cream is, and don't wish to be
fooled any more. The dear old lady grew red
in the face, swelled np with indignation, and
placing both hands On her hips, she fairly
danced as she yelled out; Sour milk. eh!
sour mild indeed. Why, yeu dog gone fools,
that's cream; better and richer nor any in this
ere valley; laws-a-mercy, sakss alive, never
seed SIGH ignorance aud dgiots in all nay bern
days" Pinney gravely handed nae the cream
pitcher, and said: pant, is that stuff eream2"
" Why, of course not" i answered, " cream
is thin white fluid; tastes like chalk, and has
scum over it, kinder stringy like" Certainly
it Does" said Piansy, " and we don't want to
be humbuggsd by such thick, greasy stuff as
this" The old lady now fairly qaiversd with
rage, and snatching up the pitcher, she sailed
out of the room, and retaining, placed before
us some skinned milk. There you dead
rotted simpletons, is the kind of cream YOU ,
sabs." Aud she stood quietly by to ses US
finish. On the table there was some fne cake,
that VAS mazda fran two kinds of ficuuh the |