Letter from Cornucopia. (March 11, 1876)
Letter 25
LETTER FROM CORNUCOPIA.
Looking for Spring—A Political Hint—Wells, Fargo’s Office—Products of Paradise.
Cornucopia, March 7.
Little can be said this week which would interest your readers. Every body is waiting and LOOKING ANXIOUSLY FOR SPRING to come, when the hill sides will look green, and when the prospector can start out with his pick and shovel in search of new bonanzas. I will not say much about the Owyhee bridge this time, for fear I may attract the attention of Elkoites from some of their political schemes which they are now engaged in putting up, without as much as saying “by your leave,” Cornucopians. “All is well that ends well,” and the next election will tell who is who.
THE HUSSEY COMPANY are now drifting west from their 400-foot level, and in about ten feet more will strike their main ledge, which will undoubtedly he good, as they found good ore above where they have tapped it before. There will be a raise in its stock before many days, mark my word.
THE PANTHER holds its own splendidly, and every thing justifies its stock keeping up.
The Leopard SHIPMENT OF BULLION for the month of February was $55,809.88. This is quite a falling off from their usual month’s aggregate; but is accounted for because they worked low-grade ore. Their furnaces are on the way here now, and will be put up as soon as possible, and when they are in operation, I am credibly informed, the bullion shipment will be much larger than it has been in the past year. Henry Vogt is here, but has not gone to work hauling quartz yet.
After PAY DAY, the 10th instant, the mill will be shut down for eight or ten days for repairs. In my letter in relation to the business places on Main street I overlooked the office of Wells, Fargo Co., in Hogle’s building, where Mr. Brown, the gentlemanly agent, can always be found, day and night, to wait on the patrons of that office.
Hunter’s teams came in FROM PARADISE this morning loaded with pork, barley, &c. How they will make out in the sale I cannot tell—money is so scarce. Joe Reeves is selling out at cost, preparatory to getting a new stock, or to leaving for Jersey City to join R. C. R., which, I cannot say. Old Boreas rages high, and the snow is going fast, a warning to the builders of bridges across mountain streams.—S. M. H.
Originally published in the Silver State on March 11, 1876. (link)