The Goldfield news. [volume] (Goldfield, Nev.) 1904-1911, 1905-09-01

recent number Of Dividends. we re-
rroduce as follows:
Nevada, the wonderful, Is awake
again.
She's been asleep for a few years.
Sometimes she has stirred uneasily, and
murmured in her dreams, but for 20
years she has not spoken as she spoke
when she told the world about the Com
stoek. and set men mad with the de-
lirium of w~ild-hearted fortune.
She's talking now, in old gray, fierce
hearted, desert-eycd, mountain-crowned
Nevada, and all the world is standing
on tip-toe in a frenzy to catch every
syllable of her lisping.
She's a wondrous fine story teller, IS
old Nevada. The market places or
the earth have stilled their tumult, time
and again, to harken to the tales 1T
was her pleasure to tell.
she began to speak way back IN '49,
hut California had the floor then and
nobody listened to Nevada's voice.
In '57 two old miners, who were dig
cm,s for gold in Six Mile canyon, near
where Virginia City stands now, were
annoyed by a kind of heavy metal,
which got in the way all the time.
They cursed the strange metal when
eyer they met it, after the fashion of
the times, and went on digging fos
solo.
One day a man, who was born with
curiosity, took some OF
ttis impeding metal to an assay office
and found that it was the richest silver
orc that had ever been heard Of any
where on earth. The began the Wash
oc rush. Men killed one another to
pet TO Nevada first. Women deserted
tha babies on their breasts to be light
or footed to join in the race for the
great gray deserts and lava peaks OF
Nevada.
A town of 1000 people, sprang up out
of the desert in one single week, and
the bonanza days were fairly started.
Miners working with the pick and
shovel for days wages, became million
in a day.
Millionaires went crazy and lost ev-
every dollar they had in the wild fever
70 Observation-Disclosures, and went to
Nevada to begin again.
Every steamer that touched at Amer
iear shores carried its Nevada pilgrims.
Every train that ran toward the west
was crowded with Nevada journeyers.
The stage coaches rolled into Vir-
ginia City day after day loaded down
with men of every nation on this earth,
all come to Nevada to dig a fortune
out of the hard and sullen ground. For
a few years all was a golden dream in
Nevada. A dream of red sunrise and
yellow sunsets, a dream of wild fairy
stories come true, of strange legends
turning into facts, and of the impossi-
BILE becoming of a sudden the improba-
BILE and almost the "must be- of
everyday life.
Then came Nevada % time for resting.
She went calmly to sleep and left the
half-crazed men she had lured into her
purple solitudes to beat their foolish
breasts and sing whatever requiem
they might over their vanquished hopes.
In '73 Nevada aweke and told the
world the amusing story of the big
bonanza strike ON the Comstock, and
laughing and crying, praying and sob
hing, eursing and singing, the whole
Pacific coast went stark, staring, raw
ing mad, and yelled to all the world to
join in the carnival of insanity.
The world accepted the invitation.
There never was such a time of wild
deeds and frenzied folly and inspired
wisdom as there vas in the days of the
big bonanza on the Comstock.
Aud no wonder.
Think one minute Of what the Com
lode has done for the world.
John Maekey went to Nevada a poor
miner, with his pick on his broad
shoulders and nothing but the sweet
brogue on the tip of his tongue, and a
pair of stout arms, between him and
hunger.
A man named Fair, a Scotchman he
was, and a pair of shrewd blue eyes
and a mat OF black hair that made him
look like an outlaw, came TO the camp
without a dollar and boarded with the
Widow Rooney, up the gulch, and very
good board he found there, too, they
say, while he was waiting to make his
strike so as to pay his little debts.
Two stout young Irishmen, one called
Flood and one named O'Brien, had a
claim up the gulch they used to
talk about, sometimes, when they could