The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-08-22
THE 1NDIANApo11s JOURNAL SUNDAY. AUGUST %, 1886

be fumes of a vast bed of it down below. Nickel
is found in grayish ore, in brass-colored nodres,
In brilliant blue and green ore that contains
some copper. Why we can't prepare cobalt for
use don't know, but we can't wonder IL peo-
pie here know how many of our good things are
owned in Englandl
To reach Cotton wood and the cobalt and nick
ell mines, you leave Lovelocks In a stage. Mon.
day morning. Iaas stage, covered wagon.
Perhaps there were springs-I did not real
lie IL Four good horses a passenger or
two, mail and miscellaneous mass OF baggage
from oats and nails to eggs and candles. l brace
myself up for climbing mountains butthe horses
trot on and on over the plains and the mountains
that seemed so near at the start seem no nearer
But an hour takes us out of the willows, and
half hour more brings us to the foothills of the
Muddieberry range A pleasant climb up OF an
hour brings to the summit then we rattle
down through bare, dry stony peaks that seem
to try to be severe but only are stuck up; a
steady pull on alkali desert fat as q board,
bare, save for sage bushes. In the whole fifty
miles saw one boy, one butterfly, one old rab-
bit, three young ones, five lizards one hawk.
The earth is pulverized, the wagon wheels sink
in. The alkali in the air chaps your face The
horses plod along, when the front horses disap.
pear in a solid wall of dust. I shut my eyes.
Over and over | see water to find
it alkali. The little valley stretches and
stretches, till it is noon when we
go up on a spur of the Antelope range, and
Antelope spring is rosebush. How good it
looks with its red berries! On the mountains
are two cedars. climb to one, and nearly
catch lizard On again-through the hot after
noon-over the long plain with table mountains
just beyond us. Five o'clock brings us to the
flight house" house built out in this valley
where the stage stays over night Here we feed
the kittens and water the horses from the WE'LL
Then. on, on. till we get again among the
mountains. Now we reach a fine spring with a
thicket of willows and roses around it. We are
in the Pine mountains, country of the Pintis,
where there is a good deal of pine and cedar
higher mountains, more springs, more ores. We
are in Cottonwood range. ten miles among wild
mountain scenery, up hill first, then down, brings
us to Cottonwood at 10 o'clock as night
When they have lady passengers they 60 through
to Cottonwood. There 1 found the kndest well
come. the pieasantest people, and the most beau
tiful scenery I've seen in Nevada. From the uE-
born town where we stopped down the canyon
on the other side, bordered on one side by mount
aims so steep there Is no pass for one hundred
miles; on the other broken into canyons. Part
way down a spring bursts out, and nice little
brook runs along the way, crossing the road a
dozen times tumblng down in cascades, whirl-
ing around stones, its bed lined with moss, red
and green, bordered with grass and flowers, be-
tween mountains so high we often walked In the
shade where we could look up hundreds OF feet
on the solid rock where no moss dare grow. All
through here the clear, fresh green of the cotton
woods once in a while prospect hole or a
claim-notce. Cottonwood Is beautiful place,
and you can easily find it by the bottles along
the way.