The Daily Tombstone., 1886-05-03

CdOSS tO DS ]eIGG, sOlltllJlG.o' CCll GS block, scarce the side of block here but has been the scene of viol- ence at one time or another in the "early days" That is changed now. The citizens of Tombstone changed it, They did it in their own way.
 That hill across the hollow there to the southwest of town,-that hill drawing itself around the heads of the long main streets, is a great throbbing, panting, rumbling, rattling mystery of precious treasure which it pours out, now in greater now in lesser plenty at the feet of these en- ergetic men at the door of the town. All ovel its sides are dumps and grades and railways and telephone wires and rumbling mills and pant ing engine houses and dark shafts and tunnels into which plunge the whirling cars or drop the swinging cages. Up around that broad grade you go from the head of this side street, past great dumps and piles of machinery and here and their a nest ling cozy cottage till you reach near the summit of the hill. You land among great derricks and great wooden beams sixteen inches square and a hundred feet long. Ship yard? No. You are among the new pump rods of the Grand Central mine. Here are the engine buildings con taining the immense pumping and hoisting engines, simple principal parts of which are measured by tens of tons-thirty-fve tons of metal in that fly wheel. Go down sir? Step on that cage; hold fast! Six hun dred feet! Ready Down you glide into the darkness of the pit so gently. that you st:arcely realize at first that you move and then the wind seems to begin to. blow up the shaft. Flash! Was that: lightning7 No. Only the light in the mouth of the 100 foot level. Flash! Another one! One about every two seconds! Gently you glide down now into the glare of a great locomotive headlight at the G00-foot level, the bottom of the shaft. The great pump cylinders are here and switches and cars and wonder is the mouth of a tunnel. The Super intendent of the underground work is here. Large, heavy set, feshy, round, smooth faced active, genial: as sun light, enthusiastic as only a thorough miner can be; never tires of i talking and leading through the long drifts and tunnels and showing where the "metaI" is hidden in the rocks and the work that is done, and telling of the victories that have been won over obstacles. Tired? We'll go up! Step on the cage! Hold fast! He pulls rope. With bound the cage shoots up into daylight. More pump works. At last, the old Tough Nut. Down you go again. Another under ground superintendent, genial, accom- niodating, enthusiastic, as before. leads you through even more intricate labyrinths. You climb up the stopes up among the workmen. Everybody is busy. There are piles of yellowish, soft Jumps of earth full of the precious metal. There are piles Of hard look ing rock. Metal in that too. Hum dreds of thousands of tons of metalii- ferrous rock on all sides. The oldest mine in the camp, and yet one of the best. If Tombstone had but the Tough Nut mine, she would be an important mining camp for fifty years 10 come But she has several. Loaded with specimens you are again shot into daylight. Mines? Why the noun tain is full of them, and they are full of metal. Talk about the mines Oi Tombstone collapsing! They will yet add millions more treasure to the wealth of the country than they have ever sent forth in all the past. There are no bonanzas. It Is all "pay dirt" though. Tombstone men are success ful miners, and successful business men. They believe in their mines and in their business. Their energy and enterprise is founded on the rocks in the bottom Of these mines. Their gcuiality, their untiring courtesy, their liberality and whole heartedness is founded on good digestion and none of these qualities know any bounds.
 See Tombstone, see her people as they are; and never leave till you see her mines. You will always have a