The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1883-09-06

distance, perhaps 800 feet, the slope is
not sleeper than 3O', but at that
point there has been break in the
whole mountain, and the ore is found
below by following a grade of 500 OF
60'. So here is a railroad just that
steep, but, for us it is no longer a rail-
way, but ladder; and down it 300 OF
400 feet we must now go to where the
workmen are busy. Here in the fis-
sure of the rocks, after the fashion of
the anthracite coal of PENNSYLVANIA.
is the precious metal. Ascending by
our long and tiresome ladder, we
reach daylight, and find that we have
consumed more time than we had in
tended, and that dinner is ready. Into
the long dining hall we are ushered,
away up here, more than 1000 feet
above the level Of the sea, where a
person would hardly expect to find
rusty bacon and ''spuds'' (the West
orn name for potato), we find table
loaded with not only the necessaries
Of life, but some Of the luxuries even;
and our cook was one of the many
wives Of the famous leader Of the
DANTE bands of early Utah history
Bill Hickman.
But we must be going, for I want
to get home before Sunday, and here
is Friday noon.
Leaving our friendly host, after OBJ
tanning some specimens, we start for
Ophir Canon, just across the noun
tain from Dry Canon. In doing so,
we are obliged to pass the famous
Hidden Treasure, the Kearsarge and
the Deseret. We cross the Backbone,
and start down the deep declivity on
very narrow and dangerous trail, for
it has not been much used lately, and
is in many places out Of repair. We
are obliged to lead our horses here,
and sometimes over places where 1
could walk safely, but where it was
almost impossible for horse to 60.
The trail is in the shape Of one con-
tinuous zigzagging z. We have pass
ed the California and are now going
downward still toward Ophir, while
the road describes almost every letter
in the alphabet: here is an immense
Z to begin with; a V, J, an L, plen-
ty Of SIS, very few Is and one giant
figure 5.
Ophir-the power of a thousand
such tongues as mine, and then /
might describe the beauty around me;
perpendicular cliffs towering to the
skies, having been formed by the &C
ton of the chemicals in Old Father
Times laboratory into every conceiv-
able and ineonceivable shape. But
here we are, passing right by the
Miners Delight, which has its story
of thousands. The bottom of the
Canon is reached, and we strike to the
left up toward its head to find trail
that leads US to the summit of the
next mountain, known as Lion Hill.
The circuitous route leads from the
north side around to the opposite one.
and half way up we pause to let our
mustangs blow and look away off to
the south at Utah Lake and Mount
Nebo; on we go, reach the top, which
is covered with such mines as Zella
Tiger, Lion, Virginia, Monarch, Prince
Of Wales, Northern Light, sc. We
find a jolly little Englishman, who
calls himself Dick Bate, and who well
comes us to his cabin, giving us a
supper, which we do not handle with
gloves on, for we are hungry as coy
otes.
Next morning, Saturday, we are in
our saddles by sun-up, and on our
way down to the Valley. When near
the mouth of the Canon we take to
the foothills and save a few miles,
and at the same seeing the Rip Van
Winkle, Gen. Custer and Trade Wind
mines, all rich ones. We come on
around and pass the STANDARD, whose
vein is 2 feet thick-galena and silver
80 to 75 per cent. of the for
mer and 604 to 125 OF. to the ton of
the latter.
We now turn our cayuse's heads to-
ward home, Is miles away, and away
we gallop, leaving those great trea-
sures behind US. While / am on the
subject, l will give your readers some
of the names of the mines: Besides
the ones I haye named are: Mormon
Belle, Fourth of July, Yankee Doodle,
Washington Irving, Blind Tom, YAM
kee Doodle, Washington Irving,
Blind Tom, Whang Doodle, Roaring
Lion, Webster, Scottish Chief, Happy
Jack, Wandering Jew, Lucky Jim,
Side Wiper, Cold Bath, Prophet, Wild
Delirium, Yankee Blade, Rusty Ba-
con, Jim Fisk, etc.
J. D. GILLIAN.