BY and by I was smitten with the
silver fever. "Prospecting parties" were leaving for the
mountains every day, and discovering and taking possesion
of rich silver-bearing lodes and ledges of quartz. Plainly
this was the road to fortune. The great "Gould and Curry"
mine was held at three or four hundred dollars a foot when
we arrived; but in two months it had sprung up to eight
hundred. The "Ophir" had been worth only a mere trifle, a
year gone by, and now it was selling at nearly four
thousand dollars a foot! Not a mine could be named that
had not experienced an astonishing advance in value within
a short time. Everybody was talking about these marvels. Go
where you would, you heard nothing else, from morning till
far into the night. Tom So-and-So had sold out of the
'Amanda Smith" for $40,000--hadn't a cent when he "took up"
the ledge six months ago. John Jones had sold half his
interest in the "Bald Eagle and Mary Ann" for $65,000, gold
coin, and gone to the States for his family. The widow
Brewster had "struck it rich" in the "Golden Fleece" and
sold ten feet for $18,000--hadn't money enough to buy a
crape bonnet when Sing-Sing Tommy killed her husband at
Baldy Johnson's wake last spring. The "Last Chance" had
found a "clay casing" and knew they were "right on the
ledge"--consequence, "feet" that went begging yesterday
were worth a brick house apiece to-day, and seedy owners
who could not get trusted for a drink at any bar in the
country yesterday were roaring drunk on champagne to-day
and had hosts of warm personal friends in a town where they
had forgotten how to bow or shake hands from long-continued
want of practice. Johnny Morgan, a common loafer, had gone
to sleep in the gutter and waked up worth a hundred
thousand dollars, in consequence of the decision in the
"Lady Franklin and Rough and Ready" lawsuit. And so on--day
in and day out the talk pelted our ears and the excitement
waxed hotter and hotter around us.
I would have
been more or less than human if I had not gone mad like the
rest. Cart-loads of solid silver bricks, as large as pigs
of lead, were arriving from the mills every day, and such
sights as that gave substance to the wild talk about me. I
succumbed and grew as frenzied as the craziest.
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