There was a formidable and well-organized opposition to the California Stage Company at that time, and Mr.Blaze rendered them such signal service in his capacity of agent that they were very sorry when he tendered his resignation.
"You are some sixteen hundred dollars behind in your accounts, Mr.
Blaze," said the President, "but in view of your faithful and efficient services we shall throw off eight hundred dollars off that amount."Mr.Blaze seemed touched by this generosity.A tear stood in his eye and his bosom throbbed audibly.
"You WILL throw off eight hundred dollars--you WILL?" he at last cried, seizing the President's hand and pressing it passionately to his lips.
"I will," returned the President.
"Well, sir," said Mr.Blaze, "I'm a gentleman, I AM, you bet! And I won't allow no Stage Company to surpass me in politeness.I'LLTHROW OFF THE OTHER EIGHT HUNDRED, AND WE'LL CALL IT SQUARE! No gratitude, sir--no thanks; it is my duty."....
I get back to San Francisco in a few weeks, and am to start home Overland from here.
The distance from Sacramento to Atchison, Kansas, by the Overland stage route, is 2200 miles, but you can happily accomplish a part of the journey by railroad.The Pacific Railroad id completed twelve miles to Folsom, leaving only 2188 miles to go by stage.
This breaks the monotony; but as it is midwinter and as there are well substantiated reports of the Piute savages being in one of their sprightly moods when they scalp people, I do not I may say that I do not leave the Capital of California in a light-hearted and joyous manner.But "leaves have their time to fall," and Ihave my time to leave, which is now.
We ride all day and all night, and ascend and descend some of the most frightful hills I ever saw.We make Johnson's Pass, which is 6752 feet high, about two o'clock in the morning, and go down the great Kingsbury grade with locked wheels.The driver, with whom Isit outside, informs me, as we slowly roll down this fearful mountain road, which looks down on either side into an appalling ravine, that he has met accidents in his time, and cost the California Stage Company a great deal of money; "because," he says, "juries is agin us on principle, and every man who sues us is sure to recover.But it will never be so agin, not with ME, you bet.""How is that?" I said.
It was frightfully dark.It was snowing withal, and notwithstanding the brakes were kept hard down, the coach slewed wildly, often fairly touching the brink of the black precipice.
"How is that?" I said.
"Why, you see," he replied, "that corpses never sue for damages, but maimed people do.And the next time I have a overturn I shall go round and keerfully examine the passengers.Them as is dead Ishall let alone; but them as is mutilated I shall finish with the king-bolt! Dead folks don't sue.They ain't on it."Thus with anecdote did this driver cheer me up.
4.5.WASHOE.
We reach Carson City about nine o'clock in the morning.It is the capital of the silver-producing territory of Nevada.
They shoot folks here somewhat, and the law is rather partial than otherwise to first-class murderers.
I visit the territorial Prison, and the Warden points out the prominent convicts to me thus:
"This man's crime was horse-stealing.He is here for life.""This man is in for murder.He is here for three years."But shooting isn't as popular in Nevada as it once was.A few years since they used to have a dead man for breakfast every morning.A reformed desperado told my that he supposed he had killed men enough to stock a graveyard."A feeling of remorse,"he said, "sometimes comes over me! But I'm an altered man now.
I hain't killed a man for over two weeks! What'll yer poison yourself with?" he added, dealing a resonant blow on the bar.
There used to live near Carson City a notorious desperado, who never visited town without killing somebody.He would call for liquor at some drinking-house, and if anybody declined joining him he would at once commence shooting.But one day he shot a man too many.Going into the St.Nicholas drinking-house he asked the company present to join him in a North American drink.One individual was rash enough to refuse.With a look of sorrow rather than anger the desperado revealed his revolver, and said, "Good God! MUST I kill a man every time I come to Carson?" and so saying he fired and killed the individual on the spot.But this was the last murder the bloodthirsty miscreant ever committed, for the aroused citizens pursued him with rifles and shot him down in his own dooryard.
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I lecture in the theatre at Carson, which opens out of a drinking and gambling house.On each side of the door where my ticket-taker stands there are monte-boards and sweat-cloths, but they are deserted to-night, the gamblers being evidently of a literary turn of mind.
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Five years ago there was only a pony-path over the precipitous hills on which now stands the marvelous city of Virginia, with its population of twelve thousand persons, and perhaps more.Virginia, with its stately warehouses and gay shops; its splendid streets, paved with silver ore; its banking houses and faro-banks; its attractive coffee-houses and elegant theatre, its music halls and its three daily newspapers.
Virginia is very wild, but I believe it is now pretty generally believed that a mining city must go through with a certain amount of unadulterated cussedness before it can settle down and behave itself in a conservative and seemly manner.Virginia has grown up in the heart of the richest silver regions in the world, the El Dorado of the hour; and of the immense numbers who are swarming thither not more than half carry their mother's Bible or any settled religion with them.The gambler and the strange woman as naturally seek the new sensational town as ducks take to that element which is so useful for ****** cocktails and bathing one's feet; and these people make the new town rather warm for a while.
