What we want now is something that will commence paying immediately. We have got a chance to get into a claim where they say a tunnel has been run 150 feet, and the ledge struck. I got a horse yesterday, and went out with the Attorney-General and the claim-owner and we tried to go to the claim by a new route, and got lost in the mountains sunset overtook us before we found the claim my horse got too lame to carry me, and I got down and drove him ahead of me till within four miles of town then we sent Rice on ahead. Bunker, (whose horse was in good condition,) undertook, to lead mine, and I followed after him. Darkness shut him out from my view in less than a minute, and within the next minute I lost the road and got to wandering in the sage brush. I would find the road occasionally and then lose it again in a minute or so. I got to Carson about nine oclock, at night, but not by the road I traveled when I left it. The General says my horse did very well for awhile, but soon refused to lead. Then he dismounted, and had a jolly time driving both horses ahead of him and chasing them here and there through the sage brush (it does my soul good when I think of it) until he got to town, when both animals deserted him, and he cursed them handsomely and came home alone. Of course the horses went to their stables.
Tell Sammy I will lay a claim for him, and he must come out and attend to it. He must get rid of that propensity for tumbling down, though, for when we get fairly started here, I dont think we shall have time to pick up those who fall..
That is Stoughters house, I expect, that Cousin Jim has moved into. This is just the country for Cousin Jim to live in. I dont believe it would take him six months to make $100,000 here, if he had 3,000 dollars to commence with. I suppose he cant leave his family though.
Tell Mrs. Benson I never intend to be a lawyer. I have been a slave several times in my life, but Ill never be one again. I always intend to be so situated (unless I marry,) that I can pull up stakes and clear out whenever I feel like it.
We are very thankful to you, Pamela, for the papers you send. We have received half a dozen or more, and, next to letters, they are the most welcome visitors we have.
Write oftener, Pamela.
Yr. Brother,
Sam.
The Cousin Jim mentioned in this letter is the original of the character of Colonel Sellers. Whatever Mark Twains later opinion of Cousin Jim Lamptons financial genius may have been, he seems to have respected it at this time.
More than three months pass until we have another letter, and in that time the mining fever had become well seated. Mark Twain himself was full of the Sellers optimism, and it was bound to overflow, fortify as he would against it.
He met with little enough encouragement. With three companions, in midwinter, he made a mining excursion to the much exploited Humboldt region, returning empty-handed after a month or two of hard experience. This is the trip picturesquely described in Chapters XXVII to XXXIII of Roughing It.[6] He, mentions the Humboldt in his next letter, but does not confess his failure.
To Mrs. Jane Clemens and Mrs. Moffett, in St. Louis:
Carson city, Feb. 8, 1862.
My dear mother and sister, By George Pamela, I begin to fear that I have invoked a Spirit of some kind or other which I will find some difficulty in laying. I wasnt much terrified by your growing inclinations, but when you begin to call presentiments to your aid, I confess that I weaken. Mr. Moffett is right, as I said before and I am not much afraid of his going wrong. Men are easily dealt with but when you get the women started, you are in for it, you know. But I have decided on two things, viz: Any of you, or all of you, may live in California, for that is the Garden of Eden reproduced but you shall never live in Nevada; and secondly, none of you, save Mr. Moffett, shall ever cross the Plains. If you were only going to Pikes Peak, a little matter of 700 miles from St. Jo, you might take the coach, and I wouldnt say a word. But I consider it over 2,000 miles from St. Jo to Carson, and the first 6 or 800 miles is mere Fourth of July, compared to the balance of the route. But Lord bless you, a man enjoys every foot of it. If you ever come here or to California, it must be by sea. Mr. Moffett must come by overland coach, though, by all means. He would consider it the jolliest little trip he ever took in his life. Either June, July, or August are the proper months to make the journey in. He could not suffer from heat, and three or four heavy army blankets would make the cold nights comfortable. If the coach were full of passengers, two good blankets would probably be sufficient. If he comes, and brings plenty of money, and fails to invest it to his entire satisfaction; I will prophesy no more.
But I will tell you a few things which you wouldnt have found out if I hadnt got myself into this scrape. I expect to return to St. Louis in July per steamer. I dont say that I will return then, or that I shall be able to do it but I expect to you bet. I came down here from Humboldt, in order to look after our Esmeralda interests, and my sore-backed horse and the bad roads have prevented me from making the journey. Yesterday one of my old Esmeralda friends, Bob Howland, arrived here, and I have had a talk with him. He owns with me in the Horatio and Derby ledge. He says our tunnel is in 52 feet, and a small stream of water has been struck, which bids fair to become a big thing by the time the ledge is reached sufficient to supply a mill. Now, if you knew anything of the value of water, here; you would perceive, at a glance that if the water should amount to 50 or 100 inches, we wouldnt care whether school kept or not. If the ledge should prove to be worthless, wed sell the water for money enough to give us quite a lift. But you see, the ledge will not prove to be worthless. We have located, near by, a fine site for a mill; and when we strike the ledge, you know, well have a mill-site, water power, and pay-rock, all handy. Then we shant care whether we have capital or not. Mill-folks will build us a mill, and wait for their pay. If nothing goes wrong, well strike the ledge in June and if we do, Ill be home in July, you know.
Pamela, dont you know that undemonstrated human calculations wont do to bet on? Dont you know that I have only talked, as yet, but proved nothing? Dont you know that I have expended money in this country but have made none myself? Dont you know that I have never held in my hands a gold or silver bar that belonged to me? Dont you know that its all talk and no cider so far? Dont you know that people who always feel jolly, no matter where they are or what happens to them who have the organ of hope preposterously developed who are endowed with an uncongealable sanguine temperament who never feel concerned about the price of corn and who cannot, by any possibility, discover any but the bright side of a picture are very apt to go to extremes, and exaggerate with 40-horse microscopic power? Of course I never tried to raise these suspicions in your mind, but then your knowledge of the fact that some peoples poor frail human nature is a sort of crazy institution anyhow, ought to have suggested them to you. Now, if I hadnt thoughtlessly got you into the notion of coming out here, and thereby got myself into a scrape, I wouldnt have given you that highly-colored paragraph about the mill, etc., because, you know, if that pretty little picture should fail, and wash out, and go the Devil generally, it wouldnt cost me the loss of an hours sleep, but you fellows would be so much distressed on my account as I could possibly be if circumstances beyond my control were to prevent my being present at my own funeral. But but