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LETTER FROM GOLD HILL.
[SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT OF THE HERALD.]
GOLD HILL (Nev.), May 23, 1869
Wintry.
The months apportioned to the winter season are long since passed, but "now is the winter of our discontent made manifest" by some of about as mean, scandalous weather as any Christian country was afflicted with; snow, rain, sunshine, hail, squalls, big thunder clouds and blue sky, all mixed in the most exasperatingly disagreeable manner imaginable. The "oldest inhabitant," as usual, never saw the like before, although something similar in the weather line always occurs here about this time.... |
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LETTER FROM GOLD HILL.
[SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT OF THE HERALD.]
GOLD HILL (Nev.), June 3, 1869.
Signs of the Times.
In this, as well as all other well regulated communities, there are plenty of people who are always croaking about "dull times." Let things generally be ever so brisk, still they don't seem to "see it" or appreciate true prosperity when they find it. They are always speaking deprecatingly of the present as compared with the lively times of '63, or some other period of the past, never realizing that times are really good enough even now, if they would only bring their mind up to a... |
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LETTER FROM GOLD HILL.
[SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT OF THE HERALD.]
GOLD HILL, June 6, 1869.
Our Railroad.
The grading for the railroad between Virginia and Carson is one-half completed, and in less than two months from now will be entirely finished, tunnels and all. Unless there is some unexpected delay in procuring the requisite supply of iron the track will be laid and the car running by October. The work thus far has been prosecuted with most effectual energy and ability, very creditable to all concerned. It certainly is a very crooked road, but this could not well be avoided, in view of the... |
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LETTER FROM GOLD HILL.
[SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT TO THE HERALD.]
GOLD HILL, Nev., June 13, 1869.
Weather.
Unlike the White Piners, we have no particular occasion to grumble at our weather; it does very well, and now that the small-pox has about disappeared, there is very little sickness either in Gold Hill or Virginia. Old Keyes, the Virginia undertaker, is beginning to look a little blue over it, as even fatal mining accidents are scarce now. When the small-pox was doing its worst last year, he looked jolly, and had lots to do; in fact he was of the opinion that if he could have another good... |
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LETTER FROM VIRGINIA.
[SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT OF THE HERALD.]
VIRGINIA, Nev., June 20, 1869.
Local Items.
My letters heretofore have been principally dated from Gold Hill, but the two towns being so near together as to be almost one, it makes no difference particularly which place I write from; therefore, being in Virginia, I write you this letter from that lop-sided city, and will give you the principal local items of interest transpiring in both towns.
Suicidal Jerker.
Lizzie Williams, one of the fair ones, who is in the habit of loving not wisely but too well, tried to massacre herself with... |
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LETTER FROM VIRGINIA.
[SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT OF THE HERALD.]
VIRGINIA, Nev., June 27, 1869.
The Christian Sabbath.
Cheerily peals forth the sweet church bells, and a portion of our cosmopolitan population are wending their way toward the several houses of worship. The ladies are all dressed to their prettiest extent, and although not tricked out in Grecian bend and similar styles of ridiculous fancy so prevalent in more fashionable communities, yet they all look neat and attractive. We have got better looking ladies here, on the average, than you have in San Francisco. The little girls, too,... |
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LETTER FROM VIRGINIA.
[SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT OF THE HERALD.]
VIRGINIA, Nev., July 4, 1869.
The Glorious Fourth.
The most effervescent portion of our population commenced celebrating last evening, and pretty much all night a popping of crackers and banging of firearms was kept up, variegated with an occasional deep-toned roar from old "General Grant," mounted on the ramparts of Fort Homestead, Gold Hill. It being Saturday night, many could get drunk just as well as not, and so they did. Nobody had to be arrested, however, and the police were lenient. The general hilarity continues to-day, in a... |
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LETTER FROM VIRGINIA.
[SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT OF THE HERALD.]
All Over.
VIRGINIA, Nev., July 11, 1869.
The grand celebration of the Fourth here by the Miners' Unions of Virginia and Gold Hill, and foreign born citizens generally, passed off admirably. The procession was a good long one, and with the Emmet and Sweeney Guards in the lead, and a good band of music, it presented a very neat and gratifying appearance. They marched to Gold Hill and back, and through the principal streets to Piper's Opera House, where the Declaration of Independence was read, and other appropriate exercises observed... |
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LETTER FROM VIRGINIA.
[SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT OF THE HERALD.]
VIRGINIA, NEV., July 18, 1869.
No More of It.
Since the pretended robbery of William Weir, a couple of weeks ago, things have been pretty quiet in that line, even rumors of those illegal transactions being scarce. People now begin to breathe freer, and travel over the Divide between here and Gold Hill again same as they did before, with renewed trusting not being waylaid and robbed by muffled brigands, armed with Colt's revolvers and double-barreled shot-guns. Indeed it is now pretty generally believed that nine-tenths at least of... |
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LETTER FROM VIRGINIA.
[SPECIAL CORRESPONDENCE OF THE HERALD.]
VIRGINIA, NEV., July 18, 1869.
No Credit to be Robbed.
What's the use of being robbed or murdered unless you have the sympathy of the public with you? Now, William Weir, the bacon peddler of whom I made mention in my last letter as having been robbed at American Flat, about a week ago, of over $1,200, and everything else worth stealing he had about him, can't get anybody here to believe a word of it. This skeptical community have their own opinion in regard to the matter; so have the police. His story didn't hang together right,... |
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