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                                 THE

                          UNDERGROUND WORLD:

                             A MIRROR OF

                       LIFE BELOW THE SURFACE,

                    WITH VIVID DESCRIPTIONS OF THE

                   HIDDEN WORKS OF NATURE AND ART.

                              COMPRISING

          INCIDENTS AND ADVENTURES BEYOND THE LIGHT OF DAY.

                         INTERESTING SKETCHES

                                  OF

      MINES AND MINING IN ALL PARTS OF THE WORLD—CAVES AND THEIR
       MYSTERIES—FAMOUS TUNNELS—DOWN IN THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA.
         VOLCANOES AND THEIR ERUPTIONS—PETROLEUM—UNDERGROUND
                  LIFE OF MAN AND THE LOWER ANIMALS.
                 SUBTERRANEAN WORKS OF THE ANCIENTS.
                     BURIED TREASURES, ETC., ETC.

                        PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED.

                                  BY

                            THOS. W. KNOX,

     _Author of “Overland through Asia,” “Life and Adventures in
  the Orient,” “Camp-Fire and Cotton-Field,” “The Boy Exiles,” etc._


                              HARTFORD:
                    THE J. B. BURR PUBLISHING CO.
                                1877.




                             COPYRIGHTED.

                    THE J. B. BURR PUBLISHING CO.

                                1877.




PREFACE.


The chief intent of this work is the plain, sufficient, and
entertaining description of the marvelous lives not only of miners,
but of all whose lot or choice it is to “delve and dare” underground.
That its object is secured, the author is flatteringly assured by
acknowledged critics,—travelers and book-men themselves, like the
writer, most of them. The narratives of the book are not merely dry
relations of scientific facts freighted with unnecessary technical
terms, as might possibly be suspected from a cursory glance at the
list of the topics treated, but statements of most important and
curious deeds, and descriptions of hidden localities and lives,
interspersed with lively anecdote and “incidents with souls in them,”
it is believed, and the greater part herein for the first time given
to the public. The table of contents will suffice to show how wide
and varied has been the author’s scope of observation and comment,
covering all the most important parts of the globe.

But he has not been satisfied with relying wholly upon his own
observations and world-studies. No man, however active and
industrious, can collate and digest all the interesting information
which may cluster about any important subject. The average life is
too short for the performance of such exhaustive study. The author
has therefore consulted many works upon mining and kindred subjects,
adding their funds of knowledge to his own researches, in order, so
far forth as possible, to perfect his work. Besides, he is specially
indebted to Professor Simonin, author of _La Vie Souterraine_, and
has relied upon him for many facts and figures, particularly in regard
to the coal mines of France and other countries. Many individuals,
professionally conversant with the subjects discoursed of, have also
been personally consulted in various countries; while several literary
gentlemen of eminence have kindly lent the author their aid. Among the
latter it is permissible to mention Mr. Junius Henri Browne, of New
York, and the late Col. Albert S. Evans, of San Francisco.

In preparing the matter for the press, it has been found convenient to
make use of words borrowed from the French and other languages, and
also of terms more or less technical in their character. They are not
numerous, and are so well understood either by context or by popular
use that a glossary is not considered necessary.

The author takes this opportunity to thank the newspaper press and
the public for the generous reception accorded to his previous
publications, hoping, in the language of the business card of the
times, to merit a continuance of the same.

                                        T. W. K.




CONTENTS.


  I.

  BELOW THE SURFACE.

  DIFFUSION OF KNOWLEDGE.—WHAT THE WORLD BELIEVES.—MUNGO PARK
  IN AFRICA.—WHY THE NATIVES PITIED HIM.—EXTENT OF UNDERGROUND
  LIFE.—DISTRIBUTION OF THE EARTH’S WEALTH.—VALUE OF
  MINES.—THEIR EXTENT AND IMPORTANCE.—COAL AND IRON.—MYSTERIES
  OF MINES.—EXPERIENCE WITH A NOVICE.—CHANGES OF SEASONS TO A
  MINER.—DANGERS IN MINES.—LIFE IN CAVERNS.—UNDERGROUND IN
  METAPHOR.—SOCIAL MINING.—OBJECT OF THIS VOLUME.               Page 27


  II.

  DISCOVERY OF COAL.

  SAVAGE THEORIES ABOUT COAL.—EXPERIENCE OF A SIBERIAN EXPLORING
  PARTY.—BURNING BLACK STONES.—MINERAL FUEL AMONG THE
  ANCIENTS.—THEIR MOTIVE POWER.—CHINESE TRADITIONS.—CHINESE
  GAS WELLS.—HISTORY OF COAL IN ENGLAND.—A ROYAL EDICT.—CURIOUS
  STORY OF THE MINER OF PLENEVAUX.—EXTENT OF COAL FIELDS
  THROUGHOUT THE GLOBE.—THE QUAKER AND THE YANKEE PEDLER.—THE
  FIRST ANTHRACITE.—BELLINGHAM BAY AND THE CHINOOKS.—HOW
  COAL WAS FORMED.—INTERVIEWING A REPTILE.—THEORIES OF THE
  ANCIENTS.—RIVERS OF OIL OF VITRIOL.—ANCIENT AND MODERN FIRE
  WORSHIPPERS.                                                       37


  III.

  BORINGS AND SHAFTS.

  HOW COAL MINES ARE DISCOVERED.—OUTCROPPINGS.—SCIENTIFIC
  RESEARCHES.—HOW A MARBLE QUARRY WAS FOUND.—BORING A WELL,
  AND WHAT CAME OF IT.—A LOCAL DEBATING SOCIETY.—INTIMATE
  RELATIONS OF COAL MINES AND THE STEAM ENGINE.—STRIKING
  OIL.—“DAD’S STRUCK ILE.”—THE UNHAPPY MAIDEN’S FATE.—COAL INSTEAD
  OF WATER.—THE TOOLS TO BE USED.—A DEEP HOLE.—TERRIBLE ACCIDENT,
  AND A MINER’S COOLNESS.—SINKING SHAFTS.—AN INGENIOUS
  APPARATUS.—ACCIDENTS IN SHAFTS.—REQUIREMENTS OF THE LAW.           53


  IV.

  ACCIDENTS IN SHAFTS.

  ADVENTURE OF THE AUTHOR DESCENDING A SHAFT.—A MINUTE OF
  PERIL.—LIFTED THROUGH A SHAFT BY ONE LEG.—A COLLISION IN
  MID-AIR.—SENSATIONS OF THE DESCENT.—A MINER’S VIEWS OF
  DANGER.—PICTURESQUE SCENE AT A DESCENT.—OFFERING PRAYERS.—SCENE
  AT A RUSSIAN MINE.—SAFETY CAGES.—THEIR CONSTRUCTION.—A LUDICROUS
  INCIDENT.—HOW A MAN FAILED TO KEEP AN ENGAGEMENT.—DOWN IN
  THE SALT MINES OF POLAND.—A PERILOUS DESCENT.—“PLENTY MORE
  MEN.”—ACCIDENT NEAR SCRANTON.—“PUTTERS.”—HOW GIRLS WERE
  USED IN SCOTLAND.—MAN ENGINES.—THE LEVELS.—AN ACCIDENT
  CAUSED BY RATS.—THRILLING AND FATAL ADVENTURE OF TWO PENNSYLVANIA
  MINERS.—A FEARFUL FALL OF ROOF.—CARRYING A DYING
  COMRADE TOWARD THE LIGHT OF DAY.—EIGHT HOURS OF MORTAL AGONY.      65


  V.

  SILVER MINES AND MINING.

  ANTIQUITY OF SILVER.—REAL ESTATE AND SLAVE PURCHASES IN BIBLICAL
  TIMES.—SOLOMON AND HIS SILVER SPECULATIONS.—ABUNDANCE OF
  SILVER AMONG THE ANCIENTS.—THE EARLIEST MINES.—ORIENTAL
  EXAGGERATION.—SPANISH MINES AND THEIR HISTORY.—MEXICAN MINES.—A
  NONDESCRIPT ANIMAL.—NOVEL WAY OF OBTAINING A PIGSKIN.—PERU
  AND ITS SILVER.—A HIGH-TONED CITY.—ARIZONA.—BEAUTIES
  OF ARIZONA CIVILIZATION.—MINES OF UTAH AND NEVADA.—SAD RESULTS
  OF A SPECULATION.                                                  82


  VI.

  SILVER MINING IN NEVADA.

  HOW GOLD WAS DISCOVERED IN NEVADA.—A PECULIAR “BLACK SAND,”
  AND WHAT CAME OF IT.—SILVER CURSED AND THROWN AWAY.—ACCIDENTAL
  DISCOVERY OF THE VALUE OF THE ORE.—H. T. P. COMSTOCK.—THE
  COMSTOCK LODE.—HOW MINING RECORDS WERE KEPT.—YIELD
  OF THE NEVADA MINES.—BONANZA AND BORRASCA.—THE BIG
  BONANZA.—THE GRAVE OF THE FORESTS.—“WASHOE ZEPHYRS.”—PAY
  ROLLS OF THE MINING COMPANIES.—INTERESTING DETAILS.                97


  VII.

  SPECULATIONS IN NEVADA MINES.

  MINING SPECULATIONS.—SWINDLERS IN NEW YORK AND BOSTON.—THE
  AUTHOR’S EXPERIENCE.—HOW HE WAS CAUGHT.—THE HOOK AND THE WAY
  TO BAIT IT.—LIMITED INVESTMENT.—THE ADVENTURER’S STORY.—FACTS
  AND FIGURES.—THE ROMANCE, AND THE SUBSEQUENT REALITY.—ONE
  HUNDRED PER CENT. A MONTH.—IRISH DIVIDENDS.—EXPLOSION
  OF THE BUBBLE.—THE VICTIMS AND THEIR FATE.—NANKEEN TROUSERS
  IN WINTER.—AN ADVENTURER’S EXPERIENCE IN LONDON.—HOW HE
  CAUGHT A CAPITALIST.—HELD BY THE GLITTERING EYE.                  108


  VIII.

  MINES AND MINING ENTERPRISES OF NORTH AFRICA.

  MINING AMONG THE MOORS, BERBERS, AND ARABS.—THE FRENCH
  CONQUEST.—GEOLOGICAL SURVEYS.—MINERAL WEALTH OF ALGERIA.—A
  WONDERFUL IRON MINE.—MOKTER-EL HADID.—HOW THE MINE IS
  WORKED.—VISIT TO A MOUNTAIN OF SALT.—A REMARKABLE
  FORMATION.—ARTESIAN WELLS IN THE DESERT.—SCENE AT THE OPENING
  OF ONE.—EFFECTS ON THE PALM-TREE.—A PROPOSED INLAND SEA.—THE
  SUEZ CANAL AND ITS HISTORY.—HOW IT WAS MADE.—ADVANTAGES
  TO THE WORLD’S COMMERCE.                                          118


  IX.

  ADVENTURES OF DIVERS.

  GOING UNDER WATER.—PEARL DIVING.—COSTUME OF THE DIVERS.—HOW
  THEY DESCEND.—OBTAINING THE PEARL OYSTERS.—DIVING-BELLS.—HOW
  THEY ARE MADE.—ADVANTAGES AND DISADVANTAGES.—ADVENTURES
  IN DIVING-BELLS.—SUBMARINE ARMOR.—ITS CONSTRUCTION
  AND USE.—A DIVER’S ADVENTURE.—A HORRIBLE SIGHT.—THE
  DIVER’S STORY.—A PEARL DIVER AND A SHARK.—A NARROW
  ESCAPE.—STRATEGY IN THE WATER.—PEARL DIVING.—PREPARATORY
  STEPS TO BE TAKEN.—PREPARING FOR THE SEVERE TASK.—TRAINING
  THE PAPOOSES IN MEXICO.—A PEARL DIVER AND A
  SHARK.—HOW TO AVOID SHARKS AND DOG-FISH.—THE WAYS THAT
  ARE DARK, AND THE TRICKS THAT ARE VAIN.                           129


  X.

  RUSSIAN MINES AND MINING.

  EXTENT OF THE EMPIRE.—ITS MINERAL RESOURCES.—PETER THE GREAT,
  AND WHAT HE DID.—NIKITE DEMIDOFF.—THE DEMIDOFF ESTATES.—IRON
  MINES AND A VISIT TO THEM.—WHERE RUSSIA SHEET-IRON IS
  MADE.—COPPER AND MALACHITE.—A WONDERFUL SIGHT.—STRANGE
  STORY OF AN EMERALD NECKLACE.—GOLD MINING IN SIBERIA.—HARDSHIPS
  OF THE MINER.—HOW THEY ARE TREATED.—MODE OF MINING.               145


  XI.

  A DAY IN POMPEII.

  A VISIT TO POMPEII.—NEAPOLITAN HACKMEN.—AN INTERESTING
  ADVENTURE.—HOW TO AVOID A QUARREL.—BEGGARS.—BEGGARY AS A FINE
  ART.—A PICTURESQUE SCENE.—MAKING MACARONI.—TRICKS OF AN
  OLD ROOSTER.—POMPEII.—ITS HISTORY.—DISCOVERY OF THE BURIED
  CITY.—A SCENE IN THE STREETS.—AN ANCIENT BAKERY.—HOW THE
  MILLS WERE TURNED.—INVESTIGATING AN OVEN.—A WONDERFUL
  DISCOVERY.—PRESENT CONDITION OF THE HOUSES.—ADVERTISING IN OLD
  TIMES.—POMPEIIAN PERSONALS.—A PICTURE OF THE
  DESTRUCTION.—OBSCENE OBJECTS IN THE CITY.                         157


  XII.

  VESUVIUS AND ITS ERUPTIONS.

  THE GREAT ERUPTION OF VESUVIUS.—WHAT IT DID.—THREE CITIES WIPED
  OUT.—LAVA AND ITS CHARACTER.—GOING TO THE MOUNTAIN.—SKIRMISHING
  WITH GUIDES AND BEGGARS.—ARCHITECTURAL STEEDS.—A
  HORSE WITH A HAND RAIL AROUND HIM.—COAT-HOOKS TO LET.—A MOTLEY
  CROWD.—HOW AN AMERICAN WAS MOUNTED.—A NEW MODE OF
  SPURRING.—THE ROAD FROM RESINA.—BURNING LAVA.—CROSSING THE
  LAVA BEDS.—CLIMBING ON FOOT.—HAPS AND MISHAPS.—AN ENGLISHMAN’S
  ACCIDENT.—LIGHTING A CIGAR AT THE CRATER.—SUFFOCATED BY
  SULPHUR FUMES.—DOWN AMONG THE ASHES.—A LONG FALL AND SLIDE.—IN
  HERCULANEUM.—UNDERGROUND BENEATH THE CITY.—“LOOK
  HERE.”—HOW THE CITY WAS DISCOVERED.—THE ERUPTION OF
  1872.—HORRIBLE SCENES.—EXTENT OF THE DESTRUCTION.                 178


  XIII.

  THE CAVERNS OF NAPLES.

  EXCAVATIONS NEAR NAPLES.—POZZUOLI.—VISIT TO THE CAVE OF THE
  CUMEAN SIBYL.—ACCIDENT TO AN ENGLISH TRAVELLER.—HUMAN
  PACK-HORSES.—DARKNESS AND TORCHES.—THE LAKE OF AVERNUS.—DROWNED
  IN BOILING WATER.—A DANGEROUS WALK.—IN NERO’S
  PRISON.—INSTRUMENTS OF TORTURE.—USE OF THE RACK.—THE IRON
  BEDSTEAD.—BROILING A MAN ALIVE.—TREATMENT OF PRISONERS.—AN
  ANCIENT FUNERAL.—VIRGIL’S TOMB.—CONSTRUCTING WINE
  CELLARS.—NOVEL PLAN OF ROBBERY.                                   205




  XIV.

  THE EXCAVATIONS OF DR. SCHLIEMANN, AT MYCENÆ (GREECE).

  HIS EARLY LIFE AND IDEAL.—THE TREASURES OF PRIAMUS.—DESCRIPTION
  OF THE SPOT.—EARLY HISTORY OF MYCENÆ.—PAUSANIAS, THE
  ANCIENT ARCHÆOLOGIST.—WHERE THE EXCAVATIONS WERE COMMENCED.—THE
  TOMB OF AGAMEMNON AND HIS FAITHFUL WARRIORS.—DESCRIPTION
  OF THE TREASURES FOUND.—PROOFS OF THE IMMENSE
  ANTIQUITY OF THE TOMBS.—RECENT PORTRAITS TAKEN OF HEROES
  OF ANCIENT GREECE.—HOW IT WAS DONE.—THE VALUE OF THE
  DISCOVERIES REGARDING ART MATTERS.—HERACLES STRUGGLING WITH
  THE LION.—DR. SCHLIEMANN’S HEROIC WIFE.—DISCOVERY OF THE
  TEMPLE OF ÆSCULAPIUS.—A BYZANTINE CAVE UNDER THE ROCK.—A
  DISCOVERY WHICH FILLS ATHENS WITH JOY.—THE STATUE OF
  VICTORY FOUND IN ALMOST PERFECT CONDITION.                        221


  XV.

  MEXICO AND ITS MINES.

  THE USES OF SILVER.—COIN AND ITS ABUNDANCE.—PUZZLES OF POLITICAL
  ECONOMISTS.—WONDERFUL SKILL OF THE SILVER-WORKERS.—THE
  SILVER PRODUCT.—THE MINES OF MEXICO.—THEIR EXTENT AND
  RICHNESS.—GUANAJUATO AND ITS MINES.—THE _VETA MADRE_.—VISIT
  TO THE SERRANO MINE.—UNDERGROUND PYROTECHNICS.—THE _VETA
  GRANDE_.—THE PACHUCA MINE.—AN OFFER TO THE KING.—THE
  GROUND PAVED WITH SILVER.—SULPHUR MINERS.—ASCENT OF A
  MEXICAN MOUNTAIN.                                                 236


  XVI.

  CORAL REEFS AND CAVES IN THE PACIFIC.

  THE ISLANDS OF THE PACIFIC.—HOW THEY HAVE BEEN FORMED.—WHAT
  THE CORAL IS.—THE WONDROUS ARCHITECTS OF THE SEA.—WHAT
  A UNITED STATES STEAMER SAW.—HOW THE CORAL IS FISHED
  FOR.—ROMANTIC STORY OF A CAVERN.—HOW IT WAS DISCOVERED.—AN
  ELOPEMENT AND EXERCISE IN DIVING.—LOVE AND TURTLES.—A
  BATTLE IN THE WATER.—KILLED BY SHARKS.—A MAIDEN’S GRIEF.—THE
  PERIL OF A LOVER.—SURPRISING A FATHER-IN-LAW.—END OF A
  SUBMARINE COURTSHIP.                                              248


  XVII.

  BURGLARS AND BURGLARIES.

  REMARKABLE BURGLARIES.—UNDER GROUND FOR DISHONEST
  PURPOSES.—WONDERFUL ADROITNESS OF BURGLARS.—A REMARKABLE
  ROBBERY.—OCCUPATION OF A LAWYER’S OFFICE.—LABOR UNDER
  DIFFICULTIES.—A TROUBLESOME POLICEMAN.—STRANGE SCENE IN
  COURT.—THE CULPRIT’S REPLY.—ROBBERY BY COUNTERFEIT
  POLICEMEN.—THE OCEAN BANK ROBBERY.—RAPID AND THOROUGH WORK.—AN
  ASTONISHED WATCHMAN.—BAFFLING THE POLICE.                         264


  XVIII.

  THE EARLIEST EXCAVATIONS.

  GRAVES AND THEIR CONSTRUCTION.—DIFFERENT MODES OF
  BURIAL.—TOMBS.—THE MOST EXTENSIVE TOMBS.—OBJECT OF THE PYRAMIDS
  OF EGYPT.—A VISIT TO THE GREAT PYRAMID, AND ITS
  DESCRIPTION.—DIFFICULTIES OF CLIMBING.—THE TOMBS OF THEBES.—A
  FAT AMERICAN’S ADVENTURE.—ENTERING THE TOMB OF
  ASSASSEEF.—RECITING POETRY UNDER DISADVANTAGES.—SWALLOWING A
  BAT.—JACK’S DISGUST.—FATE OF A FAT MAN.—STUCK IN A
  PASSAGE-WAY.—HOW THE ARABS REMOVED HIM.                           277


  XIX.

  EXPERIENCES IN WILD LIFE.

  NECESSITIES OF TRAVELLERS IN WILD COUNTRIES.—CONCEALING DOG
  FOOD.—DEFENCES AGAINST WILD ANIMALS.—HONESTY OF CERTAIN
  NATIVES.—THE AUTHOR’S EXPERIENCE WITH SIBERIAN
  KORAKS.—CONCEALING FOOD IN ICEBERGS.—BARON WRANGELL AND DR.
  KANE.—STORY OF BLANKETS AND BLANKET STRAPS.—A CACHE.—WHAT IT
  IS.—AUTHOR’S FIRST ACQUAINTANCE WITH ONE.—A FRAUDULENT
  GRAVE.—CACHE OF A WHISKEY KEG, AND HOW IT WAS MADE.—“TWO-BOTTLE
  CAMP.”—CONSOLATION OF A HARD DRINKER.—AN EXTENSIVE CACHE.—HOW
  THE INDIANS FOUND IT, AND WHAT BECAME OF THEM.—JIM FOSTER AND
  HIS TENDER HEART.                                                 292


  XX.

  THE GREEN VAULTS OF DRESDEN.

  THE RICHEST TREASURY IN THE WORLD.—HOW THE SAXON PRINCES
  ACQUIRED IT.—THE DIFFERENT CABINETS, AND WHAT THEY
  CONTAIN.—WONDERFUL CARVINGS, MOSAICS, AND
  CURIOSITIES.—SPLENDID GOLD AND SILVER PLATE.—MAGNIFICENT ROYAL
  REGALIA.—A LUXURIOUS AND GALLANT MONARCH.—ROMANTIC ADVENTURES.—A
  MARVELLOUS TOY.—DAZZLING EMERALDS, PEARLS, RUBIES, AND
  DIAMONDS.—THE LARGEST AND MOST PRECIOUS GEMS ON THE
  GLOBE.—INGENIOUS AND DESPERATE ATTEMPTS TO ROB THE VAULTS.—A
  THIEF WALLED UP ALIVE.—EFFECT OF EXPOSING HIS SKELETON.—ARE THE
  PRICELESS JEWELS FALSE?—WHAT AN ENTERPRISING SCOUNDREL MIGHT
  ACCOMPLISH.                                                       302


  XXI.

  THE CATACOMBS OF PARIS.

  THE FAIR CAPITAL UNDERMINED.—HISTORY OF THE VAST GRAVEYARD.—SIX
  MILLIONS OF SKELETONS.—A JOURNEY THROUGH THE CITY OF THE
  DEAD.—HORRIBLE SENSATIONS OF BEING LOST THERE.—GHASTLY DISPLAY
  OF SKULLS AND BONES.—TRAGIC AND COMIC INCIDENTS.—TERRIBLE
  EXPERIENCE IN THE MIGHTY CHARNEL-HOUSE.—SCENES NEVER TO
  BE FORGOTTEN.                                                     314


  XXII.

  PETROLEUM.

  OIL SPRINGS.—THE FIRE FIELD OF THE CASPIAN.—THE FIRE
  WORSHIPPERS.—THE RANGOON DISTRICT.—FIRE WELLS OF THE
  EAST.—PETROLEUM IN AMERICA.—ITS DISCOVERY AND HISTORY.—OIL
  FEVER.—ANECDOTES OF SPECULATION.—FORTUNES WON AND
  LOST.—EXTRAVAGANCES OF THE NOUVEAU RICHE.—THE STORY OF JOHN.—HOW
  TO GET UP A PARTY.                                                331


  XXIII.

  WINE AND BEER CELLARS.

  WINE CELLARS.—HOW THEY ARE MADE.—PLACES FOR STORING BEER.—THEIR
  EXTENT.—THE GREATEST WINE CASK IN THE WORLD.—ITS
  CAPACITY.—PECULIARITIES OF WINE AND BEER VAULTS.—VISITING A
  CELLAR IN POLAND.—CURIOUS SIGHTS.—THE ANTIQUITY OF THE
  BOTTLES.—WHAT A VISITOR DID.—THE RESULT OF TOO MUCH WINE.—A
  DANGEROUS BRIDGE.                                                 346


  XXIV.

  THE BASTILLE.

  ITS HISTORY AND CONSTRUCTION.—THREE AMERICANS SEARCHING FOR
  IT.—A FRENCH JOKE AT THEIR EXPENSE.—HOW PRISONERS WERE RECEIVED
  AND TREATED.—HORRIBLE DUNGEONS.—THE OUBLIETTES.—CRUELTIES
  OF THE BASTILLE.—THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK.—HIS ROMANTIC
  STORY.—DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILLE.                               356


  XXV.

  DIAMONDS AND DIAMOND MINES.

  HOW DIAMONDS ARE OBTAINED.—THE COUNTRIES THAT PRODUCE
  THEM.—MODES OF SEEKING THEM IN BRAZIL.—CURIOUS PRECAUTIONS
  AGAINST THEFT.—HOW A SLAVE IN BORNEO ROBBED HIS EMPLOYER.—FAMOUS
  DIAMONDS AND THEIR HISTORY.—THE REGENT, THE ORLOFF, AND THE
  KOHINOOR.—FIDELITY OF A SERVANT.—THE STAR OF THE SOUTH.—A
  SHARP TRICK OF AN AMATEUR GAMBLER.                                372


  XXVI.

  THE DIAMOND FIELDS OF SOUTH AFRICA.

  MODE OF REACHING THEM.—THEIR EXTENT AND RICHNESS.—THE YIELD
  OF THE MINES.—CHARACTER OF THE AFRICAN DIAMONDS.—MODE OF
  WORKING.—THE <DW64>s AND THEIR PECULIARITIES.—DU TOIT’S
  PAN.—KIMBERLEY.—COLESBERG KOPJE.—LIFE IN THE FIELDS.—DUST
  STORMS AND HEAVY RAINS.—A WHIRLWIND AND ITS EFFECTS.—CAUGHT
  IN A STORM.—INDIVIDUAL INSTANCES OF GOOD LUCK.—A
  DIAMOND ON A BURST.                                               391


  XXVII.

  THE UNDER-WORLD OF PARIS.

  THE IMMORALITY AND LICENTIOUSNESS OF THE CAPITAL.—COMPARISON
  WITH OTHER CITIES.—FRENCH ETHICS AND LITERATURE.—DIFFERENT
  GRADES OF THE DEMI-MONDE.—THE TRUE STORY OF CAMILLE.—THE
  GARDENS ON THE SEINE.—THE DANCES AND THE DANCERS.—THE PETITS
  SOUPERS OF THE COCOTTES.—AFTER-MIDNIGHT SCENES.—ACTRESSES
  AND CHAMPAGNE.—ADVENTURESSES AND CHÂTEAU MARGAUX.—INTERIOR
  OF A THIEF’S DEN AND MURDERER’S CELLAR.—BLOODTHIRSTY VIRAGOES
  AND DESPERATE CUTTHROATS.                                         403


  XXVIII.

  THE EAST RIVER BRIDGE.

  LAYING THE FOUNDATIONS UNDER WATER.—HOW THE WORK WAS
  PERFORMED.—THE CAISSON.—HOW IT IS MADE.—ITS MODE OF
  OPERATION.—WORKING UNDER WATER.—EXPLORING THE BED OF THE
  RIVER.—DESCENDING INTO THE BOX.—EFFECTS OF A GREAT PRESSURE
  OF AIR.—AN UNPLEASANT SENSATION.—A STRANGE SIGHT.—ACCIDENTS.—HOW
  A MAN’S ARM WAS CAUGHT.                                           426


  XXIX.

  INUNDATION AT LALLE.

  INUNDATION OF A MINE ON THE LOIRE.—HOW THE MEN WERE SAVED.—SONG
  OF THE PUPILS OF THE MINING SCHOOL AT ST. ETIENNE.—TERRIBLE
  FLOOD OF A MINE AT LALLE.—BREAKING IN OF A RIVER.—COURAGE
  OF AUBERTO, A WORKMAN.—SAVING SIX LIVES.—PLAN FOR
  RESCUE.—DISCOVERING THE WHEREABOUTS OF THE PRISONERS.—ONE
  MONTH’S WORK IN THREE DAYS.—OPENING THE DRIFT-WAYS.—SIXTY
  FEET OF TUNNELLING.—IN THE DARKNESS WITH A CORPSE.—STORY OF
  THE RESCUED.—THIRTEEN DAYS OF PERIL.—FINDING THE BODIES OF
  THE DEAD.—ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE MEN DROWNED.—SAVING A
  CHILD.—EATING WOOD AND LEATHER TO SAVE LIFE.—A HORRIBLE SIGHT.    435


  XXX.

  PERILS OF THE MINER.

  NARROW ESCAPE OF THE AUTHOR.—CAUGHT IN A LEVEL.—SETTLING OF
  THE ROOF.—BREAKING TIMBERS.—A PERILOUS PASSAGE.—FALLING OF
  A ROOF.—THREATENING DANGERS.—ADVENTURE OF GIRAUD, THE
  WELL-DIGGER.—CAUGHT IN A FALL OF EARTH.—THREE WEEKS WITH A
  CORPSE.—ONE MONTH WITHOUT FOOD.—HOW HE WAS RESCUED.—A
  MINER COVERED WITH COAL.—HIS RESCUE.—AN IRISHMAN’S
  JOKE.—INUNDATION.—CURIOUS THEORIES OF THE MINERS.—EFFECT OF
  STRIKING A VEIN OF WATER.—DRAWING THE MEN IN A MINE.—THE SEA
  BREAKING IN.—CLOSING THE SHAFT.—A TERRIBLE STORY.—EXPERIENCE
  OF A FRENCH ENGINEER.—CASUALTIES AND THEIR NUMBER.—SUFFOCATION
  OF THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-ONE MEN IN ONE MINE.                   447


  XXXI.

  THE MAMMOTH CAVE.

  ROMANCE AND MYSTERY OF CAVES.—THE FAMOUS CAVES OF THE WORLD.—THE
  GREATEST CAVERN ON THE GLOBE.—ITS IMMENSE FAME.—AMERICANS’
  NEGLECT OF IT.—CAUSE OF THEIR INDIFFERENCE.—SITUATION OF
  THE MAMMOTH CAVE.—ITS MISERABLE MANAGEMENT.—ANNOYANCES
  AND IMPOSITIONS PRACTISED UPON TOURISTS.—JOURNEY THROUGH THE
  VAST TUNNEL.—WHAT ONE SEES, FEELS, AND DOES.—CONSUMPTIVE
  GHOSTS.—WONDERS OF THE STAR-CHAMBER.—DESCENT INTO THE BOTTOMLESS
  PIT.—CROSSING THE STYX AND THE LETHE.—MARVELLOUS
  ECHOES.—STARTLING ACCIDENTS.—WOMEN IN AWKWARD SITUATIONS.         456


  XXXII.

  INSURANCE AND ITS MYSTERIES.

  HISTORY OF FIRE AND MARINE INSURANCE.—LIFE INSURANCE.—OBJECTIONS
  OF A CALIFORNIAN.—HOW HE ANSWERED AN AGENT.—FRAUDS
  UPON COMPANIES.—A DEEP-LAID SCHEME.—JOHNSON AND HIS THIRTY
  THOUSAND DOLLARS.—OPENING A GRAVE.—A FICTITIOUS CORPSE.—PURSUIT
  BY DETECTIVES AND CAPTURE OF THE SWINDLER.—LITIGATIONS
  ABOUT INSURANCE.—CHINESE TRICKS ON AGENTS.—SUBSTITUTES
  FOR EXECUTION.                                                    479


  XXXIII.

  RAILWAY TUNNELS.

  TUNNELS AMONG THE ANCIENTS.—HOW THEY WERE MADE.—MODERN TUNNELS
  AND THEIR LENGTH.—LAUGHABLE INCIDENTS IN RAILWAY TUNNELS.—THE
  TWO LOVERS.—THE ANXIOUS FRENCHMAN.—ROBBERS.—HOOSAC
  TUNNEL.—ITS HISTORY.—THE AUTHOR’S VISIT.—NATURE AND PROGRESS
  OF THE WORK.—AN EXPLOSION.—ACCIDENT FROM NITRO-GLYCERINE.—THE
  CENTRAL SHAFT.—THE TERRIBLE CALAMITY OF 1867.                     492


  XXXIV.

  THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL.

  MOUNTAIN CHAINS BETWEEN NATIONS.—MONT CENIS.—CROSSING THE
  ALPS.—THE GREAT ALPINE TUNNEL.—LAYING OUT THE WORK.—THE
  ARC AND DORA.—DIFFICULTIES.—THE SURVEYS.—PENETRATING THE
  MOUNTAIN.—COMPLETION OF THE WORK.—THE CHANNEL TUNNEL.—ITS
  COST.—COST OF TUNNELS IN VARIOUS COUNTRIES.                       510


  XXXV.

  THE PARISIAN SEWERS.

  THE SEWERS OF PARIS.—THEIR EXTENT.—A JOURNEY THROUGH THEM.—THE
  START AND THE MODE OF TRAVEL.—DESCRIPTION OF THE GREAT
  SEWER.—ACCIDENTS OF SEWER TRAVEL.—HISTORY OF THE SEWERS.—THEIR
  FIRST GREAT INSPECTION.—BRUNESEAU.—INUNDATION FROM THE
  SEWERS.—A MAN LOST.—HORRIBLE DEATH IN THE SEWERS.—THE OLD
  AND THE NEW.—THE EXCAVATIONS.—NATURE OF THE WORK.—BREAKAGE
  OF THE CANAL.—JEAN VALJEAN IN THE SEWERS OF PARIS.—HIS
  FIRST SENSATION.—CAUGHT IN A LABYRINTH.—THE SEWERS OF ST. DENIS,
  AND THE MARKETS.—CAUGHT IN THE WATER.—THE POLICE IN
  PURSUIT.—FRIGHT OF THE FUGITIVE.—THE QUICKSAND ON THE COAST OF
  BRITTANY.—A HORRIBLE DEATH.—QUICKSAND IN THE SEWERS.—HOW
  IT WAS FORMED.—JEAN VALJEAN IN THE QUICKSAND.—HIS SUFFERINGS
  AND ESCAPE.                                                       524


  XXXVI.

  MERCURY.

  PROPERTIES AND PECULIARITIES OF MERCURY, OR
  QUICKSILVER.—AMALGAMATION.—CINNABAR.—WHERE IT IS FOUND.—ALMADEN
  AND OTHER MINES.—CURIOUS CUSTOMS AT IDRIA.—MODES OF
  WORKING.—HUANCA VELICA.—QUICKSILVER MINES IN
  CALIFORNIA.—CALIFORNIA LAWSUITS.—WONDERFUL PROPERTIES OF SPANISH
  TITLES.—AN UNHAPPY ACCIDENT.—PRACTICAL VALUE OF AN
  EARTHQUAKE.—AN UNDERGROUND CHAPEL.                                551


  XXXVII.

  GUANO AND THE COOLIE TRADE.

  GUANO AND ITS CHARACTER.—WHERE IT IS FOUND.—THE CHINCHA ISLANDS
  AND THEIR WEALTH.—NOVEL PLANS OF THE PERUVIANS.—HOW THEY
  DIG AND LOAD GUANO.—EFFECT OF GUANO ON A STRANGER.—JARVIS’S
  AND HOWLAND’S ISLANDS.—THE COOLIES AND THEIR LABOR.—STORIES
  OF HORRIBLE CRUELTIES.—HOW THE ASIATIC SLAVE TRADE IS
  CONDUCTED.—MUTINY ON SHIPBOARD.—MURDER OF THE CREW.—HUMAN
  MINCE MEAT.—TREATMENT OF COOLIES AT WORK.—EXTENT OF THE
  COOLIE TRAFFIC.—PROBABLE FATE OF MISSING SHIPS.                   561


  XXXVIII.

  AVONDALE.

  THE GREAT CALAMITY IN PENNSYLVANIA.—ITS CAUSE.—DISCOVERY OF THE
  FIRE.—SCENES AT THE MOUTH OF THE MINE.—BURNING OF THE
  BREAKER.—DESCRIPTION OF THE FIRE.—EFFORTS FOR RESCUE.—THE DOG
  AND LAMP.—DESCENT OF THE SHAFT.—WHAT THE EXPLORERS SAW.—DISCOVERY
  OF THE BODIES.—AFFLICTION OF FATHER AND SON.—BRINGING
  OUT BODIES.—BURIAL OF THE DEAD.                                   578


  XXXIX.

  IRON AND IRON MINES.

  IRON AND ITS VALUE.—ITS ABUNDANCE, AND WHERE IT IS FOUND.—A
  MOUNTAIN OF IRON.—IRON MOUNTAIN AND PILOT KNOB.—THE AUTHOR’S
  VISIT.—CHASED BY GUERRILLAS.—A NARROW ESCAPE.—THE
  ANTIQUITY OF IRON.—ITS VALUE IN MANIPULATION.—IRON AS
  MONEY.—INCONVENIENCE OF USING IT.—FIRST IRON WORKS IN
  AMERICA.—DIFFERENCE BETWEEN IRON AND OTHER MINES.—DIRECT AND
  REVERSE WORKINGS.—A PICTURESQUE SCENE.                            590


  XL.

  EXILES IN SIBERIA.

  TOILING IN A SIBERIAN MINE.—A DARING ESCAPE.—HOW IT WAS
  PLANNED.—TUNNELLING TO LIBERTY.—DISARMING GUARDS.—WORKING IN THE
  DARK AND WITHOUT FRESH AIR.—A MURDEROUS ATTEMPT.—CUSTOMS
  OF THE SIBERIAN PEASANTRY.—CARE FOR THE EXILE.—A SURPRISE.—A
  NARROW ESCAPE FROM DEATH.—LIVING IN A MOUNTAIN GLEN.—HUNTING
  IN THE ALTAI MOUNTAINS.—KILLED BY AN ARGAL.—SEPARATION AND
  DEPARTURE.—HOW TO OBTAIN PASSPORTS.—SAFE ARRIVAL AT HOME.         599


  XLI.

  LEAD MINES OF IOWA.

  BLUFFS AT DUBUQUE, IOWA.—THE LEAD MINES.—HOW LEAD IS FOUND
  THERE.—INDIAN DISCOVERIES.—HOW THE SECRET BECAME KNOWN.—STORY
  OF THE SIX INDIANS.—FOLLOWING THEIR TRACKS.—AN INDIAN
  TRAITOR.—AN EXPLORER’S ADVENTURE.—THE INDIAN GUIDE AND THE
  GREAT SPIRIT.—MURDER OF TWO EXPLORERS.—USES OF ABANDONED
  SHAFTS AND CAVES.—AN EDITOR’S DISCOVERY.—AN UNDERGROUND
  BANQUET.—UPS AND DOWNS OF A LEAD MINER.—DEATH OR A FORTUNE.—A
  DANGEROUS BLOW.—A MINUTE OF GREAT PERIL.                          613


  XLII.

  MINING IN THE BLACK HILLS. THE WONDERFUL MINE UNDER
  LAKE SUPERIOR.

  FIRST REPORTS OF GOLD IN THE BLACK HILLS.—DISCOVERY OF PLACER
  DEPOSITS.—THEIR EXTENT AND RICHNESS.—DEADWOOD AND RAPID
  CREEK.—SAD FATE OF AN EARLY EXPLORING PARTY.—VALUABLE
  QUARTZ VEINS.—MODE OF REACHING THE COUNTRY.—OTHER RESOURCES
  OF THE BLACK HILLS REGION.—BRILLIANT PROSPECTS FOR
  THE FUTURE.—A REMARKABLE MINE UNDER LAKE SUPERIOR.—CURIOSITIES
  OF SILVER ISLET.—WORKING UNDER DIFFICULTIES.—ORES
  OF UNEXAMPLED RICHNESS.—MINING ADVENTURES UNDER THE LAKE.—NEW
  ROUTE TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH.                                 622


  XLIII.

  CALIFORNIA AND HER TERRESTRIAL TREASURES.

  WONDERS OF THE PACIFIC COAST.—CALIFORNIA IN 1835.—CAUSE OF
  HER RAPID PROGRESS.—THE HONEST MINER OF THE OLDEN TIME.—FATE
  OF THE FORTY NINERS.—EFFORTS OF A NOVICE.—RUSHES TO
  NEW PLACERS.—CHANGE FROM PLACER TO QUARTZ MINING.—GRASS
  VALLEY.—EXTENT OF THE GOLD-BEARING RIDGE.—AMALGAMATING
  PROCESSES.—SPECULATIONS IN MINING STOCKS.—HOW A SHARP NEW
  YORKER WAS SOLD.—A LUCKY HIT.—COPPER MINES IN CALIFORNIA
  AND ARIZONA.—NEW ALMADEN AND ITS QUICKSILVER.—BENEFITS OF
  AN EARTHQUAKE.                                                    633


  XLIV.

  RAPID TRANSIT.

  RAPID TRANSIT IN NEW YORK.—THE UNDERGROUND RAILWAY
  SCHEMES.—ELEVATED RAILWAY LINES.—THE WEST SIDE
  RAILWAY.—TRAVELLING ON LAMP POSTS.—ADVANTAGES OF A SECOND STORY
  ROAD.—ADVENTURES WITH THIEVES.—PERILS OF THE MODERN STREET
  CAR.—ARTISTIC PACKING OF PASSENGERS.—THE PNEUMATIC
  RAILWAY.—VANDERBILT’S SCHEME.—AN UNCOMFORTABLE JOURNEY.—SHOT
  FROM A GUN.                                                       644


  XLV.

  THE TUNNELS, AND THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD IN LONDON.

  DESCRIPTION OF THE LONDON HARBORS.—THE CATHARINE DOCK.—ENORMOUS
  STORE-HOUSES.—HOW THE TUNNEL WAS BUILT.—PLAN OF THE
  FRENCH ENGINEER, ISAMBERT BRUNEL.—HOW THE WORK WAS CHECKED
  BY A BREAK IN THE BED OF THE THAMES.—SIX LIVES LOST.—REMARKABLE
  RESCUE OF THE SON OF MR. BRUNEL.—ENORMOUS LABOR
  AND STRUGGLE AGAINST THE ELEMENTS.—TRIUMPH AT LAST.—THE
  MOST REMARKABLE RAILROAD IN THE WORLD.—LONDON CROSSED
  UNDERGROUND BY A SERIES OF TUNNELS.—HOW LIGHT AND AIR IS
  PRODUCED.—THE NEWEST IMPROVEMENTS OF THE ROAD.—THE CARS
  PASSING UNDER THE DWELLING OF THE DEAD.                           662


  XLVI.

  DUNGEONS.

  LIFE IN THEM.—ANCIENT DUNGEONS.—THE PRISON OF ST. PAUL.—THE
  DUCAL PALACE.—“SOTTO PIOMBI.”—THE POZZI.—SHUT UP IN THE
  DARK CELLS.—A NIGHT OF HORROR.—A GUIDE’S BLUNDER.—DUNGEONS
  OF ST. PETERSBURG.—PETER THE GREAT TORTURING HIS SON.—A
  PRINCESS DROWNED IN PRISON.                                       675


  XLVII.

  ANIMALS UNDER GROUND.

  HORSES IN MINES.—EFFECT OF AN EVEN TEMPERATURE ON HORSES AND
  MULES.—EFFECT OF DEPRIVATION OF LIGHT.—WALKING IN DARKNESS.—RATS
  IN MINES.—A MONKEY IN A SILVER MINE.—THE CONSTERNATION
  HE CREATED.—WHAT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE.—HIS UNHAPPY FATE.—A
  MONKEY AT SEA.—HIS PRANKS.—DEMOCRATIC HABITS.—HOW HE
  LOST HIS LIFE.—HIS LAST PERFORMANCE.—DOGS IN MINES, AND THE
  EFFECT OF UNDERGROUND CONFINEMENT.—JOY AT REACHING DAYLIGHT
  AGAIN.—TWO DOGS AT SEA, AND WHAT THEY DID.—A DOG SAILOR,
  AND WHAT HE DID.—HIS UNHAPPY END.                                 686


  XLVIII.

  OUT OF PRISON.

  WONDERFUL ESCAPE FROM A FRENCH PRISON.—PLANS OF ESCAPE.—A
  LONG LABOR.—TUNNELLING THROUGH A WALL.—INGENUITY OF A
  SAILOR.—LUCKY ACCIDENTS.—DISCOURAGING EVENTS.—HOW SUCCESS WAS
  ATTAINED.—ELUDING THE GUARDS.—REACHING A PLACE OF SAFETY.         695


  XLIX.

  THE GAMBLING HELLS OF GERMANY.

  THE FOUR GREAT SPAS.—DESCRIPTION OF BADEN, HOMBURG, WIESBADEN,
  AND EMS.—ROULETTE AND ROUGE-ET-NOIR.—SPLENDOR OF THE
  SALOONS.—THE PERSONS WHO FREQUENT THEM.—PROFITS AND
  PECULIARITIES OF THE DIRECTION.—THE PHILOSOPHY OF GAMBLING.—WHY
  PLAYERS LOSE.—STRANGE SUPERSTITIONS OF BETTORS.—THE
  INVALIDS.—DROLL SCENES AT THE PUMP-ROOM.—THE MAN WITH A SNAKE IN
  HIS STOMACH.—THE ROBUST HYPOCHONDRIAC.                            705


  L.

  GAMING AND GAMESTERS ABROAD.

  FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC SUMMER RESORTS.—THE ADVANTAGE OF THE
  FORMER.—MYSTERIOUS CHARACTERS.—A TRIO OF CELEBRATED
  GAMESTERS.—THEIR EXTRAORDINARY HISTORY.—TRAGIC FATE OF A YOUNG
  RUSSIAN OFFICER.—TEMPTATION, DESPAIR, AND SUICIDE OF A BEAUTIFUL
  ENGLISH GIRL.—A LUCKY BANKER’S CLERK.—A HUNGARIAN HANGING
  HIMSELF FOR A WARNING.—ECCENTRICITIES OF
  CROUPIERS.—A CALM-BLOODED HOLLANDER.—THE SKELETON IN THE
  CLOSET.—ROSE-STREWN ROADS TO RUIN.                                721


  LI.

  SUBTERRANEAN DWELLINGS.

  THE EARLIEST HABITATIONS.—UNDERGROUND HOUSES.—A DWELLING
  ON THE AMERICAN PLAINS.—HOW AN EARTH HOUSE IS MADE.—RESULT
  OF A NIGHT IN IT.—ARCTIC DWELLINGS.—A MANSION IN
  KAMCHATKA.—ITS ADVANTAGES AND DISADVANTAGES.—A CHIMNEY
  AND DOORWAY IN COMMON.—THE AUTHOR’S EXPERIENCE.—A LIVE
  DOG IN A STEW-KETTLE.—THE STORY OF GAMOOT.—HOW HE ENTERTAINED
  HIS FRIENDS.—FISH OIL PUNCH AND A CANDLE BREAKFAST.—HOW
  HE LEARNED ENGLISH.—NEW MODE OF BOXING THE COMPASS.—GAMOOT’S
  MELANCHOLY FATE.                                                  736


  LII.

  BRIGANDAGE AS A FINE ART.

  HIGHWAY ROBBERY IN MODERN TIMES.—THE OLD WORLD AND THE NEW
  CONTRASTED.—HABITS OF RUSSIAN ROBBERS.—PIOUS THIEVES.—PRAYERS
  FOR SUCCESS.—ROAD AGENTS.—CRUELTIES OF ITALIAN BRIGANDS.—TORTURE
  AND RANSOM OF PRISONERS.—SPANISH BRIGANDS.—ADVENTURE
  ON A SPANISH ROAD.—AN AMERICAN PRINCE AND AN ENGLISH
  DUCHESS.—AN EXCITING RACE.—A DUCHESS IN UNDRESS.                  746


  LIII.

  MINERAL RESOURCES OF AUSTRALIA AND NEW ZEALAND.

  COLONIAL EXHIBITS AT THE PHILADELPHIA CENTENNIAL.—WONDERFUL
  MINERAL WEALTH OF THE ANTIPODES.—CURIOUS FEATURES OF THE
  GOLD FIELDS.—HOW A PARTY OF CALIFORNIANS WERE
  DECEIVED.—DISCOVERIES OF GOLD AND HOW THEY WERE MADE.—TROUBLES
  WITH THE MINERS.—AN INSURRECTION AND ITS RESULT.—FIELD OF THE
  AUSTRALIAN MINES.—COAL, IRON, AND OTHER MINERALS.—THE RESOURCES
  OF NEW ZEALAND.—ITS GOLD YIELD.—GEOLOGICAL
  PECULIARITIES.—AGRICULTURAL AND OTHER WEALTH.—VICISSITUDES OF
  MINING LIFE.—PLANS FOR ENCOURAGING IMMIGRATION.                   755


  LIV.

  UNDERGROUND IN SAN FRANCISCO.

  CHINESE OPIUM DENS.—PISCO.—EXPERIMENTS IN LIQUORS.—SATURDAY
  NIGHT AMONG THE CHINESE.—COCOMONGO.—MURDERER’S ALLEY.—CHINESE
  MUSIC.—THE THEATRE.—BETEL AND ITS USE.—THE BARBARY
  COAST.—CHEAP LODGING-HOUSES.—A DYING VICTIM.—A DEN OF
  THIEVES.—“THE SHRIMP.”—UNDER THE STREET.—A REPULSIVE
  SPECTACLE.—OPIUM SMOKING.—ITS EFFECTS.—SAMSHOO.—ITS PREPARATION
  AND QUALITIES.—INTRODUCTION TO AN OPIUM DEN.—THE
  OCCUPANTS.—EXPERIMENT ON A SMOKER.—HOW TO SMOKE.—TRYING THE
  DRUG.—MESCAL.—GOING HOME.—TRYING A SEWER.—A COUNTRYMAN’S DRINK.   768


  LV.

  GOLD AND ITS USES.

  ITS ANTIQUITY.—WORSHIP OF GOLD.—ANCIENT GOLD MINES.—KING
  SOLOMON.—GOLD IN AMERICA.—STORY OF A HUNTER.—THE SHEPHERD AND
  THE CHILD.—HOW PIZARRO EUCHRED THE PERUVIAN KING.—SUTTER’S
  FORT AND SAW-MILL.—MARSHALL’S DISCOVERY IN THE MILL
  RACE.—ROMANCE AND REALITY.—SPREADING THE NEWS.—NAVIGATION UNDER
  DISADVANTAGES.—THE GOLD EXCITEMENT.—THE PAN AND ROCKER.—THE
  AUTHOR AS A GOLD MINER.—HOW HE WORKED THE ROCKER.—HARRY
  AND HIS TIN DIPPER.—DISAPPOINTMENT AND DINNER.—VICISSITUDES
  OF GOLD MINING.                                                   785


  LVI.

  GOLD MINING.

  VARIOUS WAYS OF MINING GOLD.—SLUICING AND HYDRAULIC
  MINING.—ACCIDENT TO A MINER.—A NARROW ESCAPE.—POWER OF WATER IN
  HYDRAULIC MINING.—EFFECT ON RIVERS AND BAYS.—A SCENE OF
  DESOLATION.—QUARTZ MINING.—QUICKSILVER AND ITS AMALGAM.—STOCK
  OPERATIONS.—THE MARIPOSA MINES.—THE AUTHOR’S VISIT.—HAYWARD’S
  MINE.—MANIPULATION OF MARIPOSA.—FUNNY STORY OF A SEA
  CAPTAIN.—HOW HE SUPERINTENDED A MINE.—HIS MANAGEMENT OF A
  MILL.—ACCIDENTS ON PURPOSE, AND HASTY FLIGHT.                     802


  LVII.

  COPPER AND COPPER MINES.

  ANTIQUITY OF COPPER.—USE OF IT AMONG THE ANCIENTS.—OLDEST
  COINS.—THE COLOSSUS OF RHODES.—COPPER MINES OF ENGLAND AND
  OTHER COUNTRIES.—NATIVE COPPER.—HOW IT IS WORKED.—OVERTHROWING
  A MASS.—A LUMP WEIGHING EIGHT HUNDRED TONS.—MALACHITE.            817


  LVIII.

  THE CATACOMBS OF ROME.

  THEIR AGE AND EXTENT.—THE SEVEN HILLS HONEYCOMBED.—HOW THE
  CATACOMBS WERE MADE.—THEIR USES.—THE CHRISTIAN MARTYRS.—IMMENSE
  BURIAL VAULTS.— MILLIONS OF PERSONS BURIED.—RESORTS
  OF ROBBERS.—STRANGE ADVENTURES.—VISITING THE CHURCH OF THE
  CAPUCHINS.—FANCY OF AN IRREVERENT AMERICAN.—DOWN THE
  CATACOMBS.—STORY OF THE GUIDE.—STRANGE EXPERIENCE OF TWO
  AMERICANS.                                                        829


  LIX.

  THE PARISIAN RAG-PICKERS.

  THEIR NUMBER AND EQUIPMENT.—THEIR KEEN-SIGHTEDNESS AND
  SKILL.—THE PLEASURE OF THE BOTTLE.—SEEKING COMFORT UNDER
  DIFFICULTIES.—UNWHOLESOME MAGAZINES.—WHERE AND HOW THE
  CHIFFONNIERS LIVE.—DISMAL AND NOISOME ABODES.—A SOUP
  LOTTERY.—QUAINT SCENES IN CHEAP BOOK-SHOPS.—TASTING ROAST CAT
  AND STEWED PUPPY.—ROMANCE IN DIRT-HEAPS.—A HIDEOUS HAG ONCE A
  FAMOUS BEAUTY.—PENITENCE AND REFORMATION THROUGH FIRE.            844


  LX.

  BRIGANDAGE AND PIRACY.

  RELATIONS OF THE STEAM ENGINE TO HONESTY.—PIRACY AND
  STEAMSHIPS.—HOW THE SLAVE TRADE WAS BROKEN UP.—STORIES OF
  BRIGANDS.—EXPLOITS OF SPANISH ROBBERS.—“ROAD AGENTS” IN
  CALIFORNIA.—AN ADVENTURE WITH HIGHWAYMEN.—AN ARMED STAGE
  COACH.—THE HAUNTS OF THE ROBBERS.—STORY OF A PLUNDERED
  PASSENGER.—“PUT UP YOUR HANDS.”—AN EXCITING
  INCIDENT.—BROAD-HORNS AND KEEL BOATS.—MIKE FINK AND THE
  CLERGYMAN.—PIRACY ON THE MISSISSIPPI.—A FIGHT WITH RIVER
  PIRATES.—A CAPTAIN AND CREW MURDERED.—VISIT TO A ROBBER’S CAVE.   853


  LXI.

  BURIED TREASURES.

  CAPTAIN KIDD.—HIS HISTORY.—HOW HE MADE HIS FORTUNE.—HIS
  MELANCHOLY FATE.—JOINT STOCK IN THE ADVENTURE GALLEY.—SEARCHING
  FOR TREASURES.—STORIES OF THE SEA-COAST.—TRADITIONS.—ADVENTURES
  OF A TREASURE-HUNTER.—BILL SANBORN, AND WHAT HE
  DID.—JIM FOLLETT’S DOG.—A PRACTICAL JOKER.—A MESSAGE FROM
  THE SANDS OF THE SEA.—BILL SANBORN’S DREAM.—FINDING THE
  CHEST.—A SUPERNATURAL VISITOR.                                    866


  LXII.

  OPERATIONS AT HELLGATE.

  HELLGATE AND SANDY HOOK.—ENTRANCES TO NEW YORK HARBOR.—THE
  HELLEGAT AND ITS MEANING.—STORIES OF THE OLD VOYAGERS.—EDITORIAL
  JOKES.—MAILLEFERT’S OPERATIONS.—DEEPENING THE CHANNEL.—GENERAL
  NEWTON.—THE AUTHOR ON AN EXCURSION.—BLOWING
  UP COENTIES’ REEF.—HOW IT IS DONE.—AN ACCIDENT WITH
  NITRO-GLYCERINE.—THE AUTHOR’S NARROW ESCAPE.—DIVER’S
  EXPERIENCE.—ASTONISHING THE FISHES.—RECEPTION AT HALLETT’S
  POINT.—GOING UNDER THE REEF.—THE MEN AT WORK.—AN INUNDATION.—HOW
  THE REEF IS TO BE REMOVED.—SURVEYING IN THE WATER.—A GRAND
  EXPLOSION.                                                        882


  LXIII.

  THE EARLY HISTORY OF MANKIND.

  THE STONE AGE.—PICTURE OF ADAM AND EVE.—HOW EVE CUT THE
  APPLE.—MINERS OF ANCIENT TIMES.—DISCOVERY OF STONE
  IMPLEMENTS.—THE INVENTION OF FIRE.—HOW GOLD WAS FOUND.—COPPER
  AND BRONZE.—THE BRONZE AGE.—IRON AND ITS USES.—MINERAL
  PRODUCTIONS OF DIFFERENT COUNTRIES.—QUICKSILVER IN SPAIN AND
  CALIFORNIA.—THE WEALTH OF NEVADA.—ROMANTIC STORY OF THE
  COMSTOCK LODE.—MINERAL FUTURE OF AMERICA.                         898


  LXIV.

  DIAMOND AND OTHER SWINDLES.

  THE GREAT DIAMOND SWINDLE OF 1872.—HOW IT WAS
  ORGANIZED.—MAGNIFICENT PLANS OF THE SWINDLERS.—PLANTING A
  DIAMOND FIELD.—HOW THE FRAUD WAS EXPOSED.—A NEAT SWINDLE
  ATTEMPTED IN SAPPHIRES.—HOW IT WAS DISCOVERED.—A MYTHICAL
  COPPER MINE.—FATE OF THE SWINDLER.                                905


  LXV.

  PERQUISITES.

  CURIOSITIES OF COMMERCIAL TRANSACTIONS.—PAYING COMMISSIONS IN
  EUROPE.—FUNNY EXPERIENCES.—SPREAD OF THE CUSTOM IN AMERICA.—HOW
  CONTRACTS ARE OBTAINED AND PAID FOR.—COMMISSIONS TO
  TRADESMEN AND OTHERS.—CURIOUS FEATURES OF THE PIANO TRADE.        917


  LXVI.

  THE WIELICZKA SALT MINES.

  THE GREAT WIELICZKA SALT MINES, THE LARGEST IN THE WORLD.—THEIR
  HISTORY.—EXTENT AND PRODUCT.—DESCENT INTO AND EXPLORATION
  OF THEM.—WHAT IS TO BE SEEN.—MINERS AT WORK
  BLINDFOLDED.—WONDERFUL CHAMBERS.—GLOOM CONVERTED INTO
  SPLENDOR.—BANQUETS IN THE BOWELS OF THE EARTH.—THE INFERNAL
  LAKE.—HUMAN DEMONS.—AWFUL APPARITIONS.—EXTRAORDINARY NARRATIVES.  930


  LXVII.

  EXPLOSIONS IN MINES.

  THICKNESS OF COAL SEAMS.—STUPIDITY OF A TURKISH MINING
  SUPERINTENDENT.—THE RESULT.—BLASTING IN MINES.—HOW IT IS
  DONE.—TERRIBLE ACCIDENTS.—MINES ON FIRE.—SCENES OF
  DEVASTATION.—EFFECT OF SUBTERRANEAN FIRE.—EXPLOSIONS OF
  FIRE-DAMP.—HORRIBLE ACCIDENTS.—STORIES OF SURVIVORS.—LOSS OF
  LIFE.—SCENE IN A WELSH MINE.—EXPLOSIONS IN ENGLISH AND AMERICAN
  MINES.—MODES OF RELIEF.—STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.—HOW THEY WERE
  SAVED.—THE SAFETY-LAMP.—ITS CONSTRUCTION.—THE FIRE-WALLS
  OF CHINA.—THE PENITENT AND CANNONEER.                             948


  LXVIII.

  MYSTERIES OF THE GRAND JURY.

  SITTING ON A GRAND JURY.—HOW IT IS COMPOSED.—PECULIARITIES OF
  MODERN JUSTICE.—HOW TO SELECT BLOCKHEADS.—A DISHONEST
  BAGGAGE-MAN.—CHARITY AND MERCY.—AN AFFECTING INCIDENT.—SAVING
  A YOUTHFUL OFFENDER.—A GENEROUS WOMAN.—CURIOUS PHASES OF
  HUMAN NATURE.—CELT AND AFRICAN.—STORIES OF THE DETECTIVES.—A
  GARRULOUS IRISH WOMAN.—FAMILY TROUBLES.—THE HORSE AND
  CART STORY.—HOW A PRETTY WOMAN CAPTURED THE JURY.                 960


  LXIX.

  BORROWING AND BORROWERS.

  HOW THE BUSINESS IS PROSECUTED IN NEW YORK.—THE NUMBER OF
  BORROWERS.—THEIR DIVISIONS AND SUBDIVISIONS.—HOW THEY
  OPERATE.—THE STORIES THEY TELL.—THEIR ENERGY.—ABILITY TO READ
  CHARACTER.—SUFFERINGS OF THEIR VICTIMS.—FRAUDS UPON HORACE
  GREELEY.—DEVICES TO AVOID THESE SWINDLERS.—ANNUAL AMOUNT OF
  THEIR SWINDLES.—HOW A MAN CUTS HIS EYE TEETH.                     979


  LXX.

  AMONG THE DETECTIVES.

  DETECTIVE LIFE.—CURIOSITIES OF LIFE IN A GREAT CITY.—NOT KNOWING
  YOUR NEIGHBORS.—PECULIAR ACQUAINTANCES.—ROBBERY OF A
  DRY GOODS STORE.—INGENIOUS DETECTION OF THE CRIME.—LOVE AND
  JUSTICE.—A SURPRISING DENOUEMENT.                                 991


  LXXI.

  WAR AND PRISON ADVENTURES.

  EXPERIENCES OF AN ARMY CORRESPONDENT.—RUNNING THE BATTERIES OF
  VICKSBURG.—EXCITING SCENES.—PERILOUS SITUATION AND HAIR-BREADTH
  ESCAPE.—SHOT, SHELL, STEAM, FIRE, AND WATER.—TWO
  YEARS AS A CAPTIVE.—TUNNELLING.—ITS MODE, MANAGEMENT, AND
  MISHAPS.—TOILING FOR FREEDOM UNDER GROUND.—BOLD AND PROSPEROUS
  EFFORTS FOR LIBERTY.—LIFE IN A DUNGEON.—PERISHING BY
  INCHES.—DEATH ON EVERY HAND.—SUBTERRANEAN SEEKING FOR THE
  LIGHT.—SELF-DELIVERANCE AT LAST.                                  999




ILLUSTRATIONS.


    1. Phases of Underground Life,                        FRONTISPIECE.
    2. Austin, Nevada; A Western Mining Town,                        34
    3. Impressions of Plants found in Coal,                          40
    4. Discovery of Anthracite Coal in Pennsylvania,                 40
    5. Wire Railway at the Harewood Coal Mine, British Columbia,     51
    6. Entrance to a Coal Mine,                                      54
    7. Interior of a Coal Mine,                                      54
    8. Descending a Shaft,                                           68
    9. Sections of an English Coal Mine,                             74
   10. Discovery of Silver in Peru,                                  82
   11. Interior of a Silver Mine,                                    82
   12. Entrance to a Silver Mine of Central America,                 88
   13. Indian Silver Miners at Work,                                 88
   14. One Method of Washing for Silver,                             95
   15. Another Method of Washing for Silver,                         95
   16. New York Speculators at the Mines,                           108
   17. Demonstrating the Value of a Silver Mine,                    108
   18. Pearl Diving in the East Indies,                             130
   19. Discovery of Loaves of Bread Baked 1800 Years Ago,           167
   20. Bodies of Pompeians Cast in the Ashes,                       173
   21. Railroad from Naples to the Summit of Mt. Vesuvius,          187
   22. Descent of Vesuvius,                                         188
   23. Searching for Relics,                                        193
   24. The Gate of Herculaneum and Street of Tombs,                 197
   25. The Crater of Vesuvius,                                      198
   26. Bay of Naples,                                               206
   27. Naples Wagon,                                                206
   28. Nero’s Gymnasium,                                            214
   29. Dr. and Mrs. Schliemann the Excavators at Mycenæ (Greece),   221
   30. The Explorations at Mycenæ—the Treasury of Atreus (entrance),224
   31. Battle of the Warriors,                                      263
   32. The Philadelphia Bank Robbery,                               268
   33. Australian Natives Burning their Dead,                       278
   34. An Indian Burial Place,                                      278
   35. The Tombs of the Kings at Thebes,                            289
   36. Hall in the Tombs of Assasseef,                              289
   37. Pumping Well on Oil Creek,                                   334
   38. The Grand Hotel,                                             356
   39. Place De La Bastille,                                        362
   40. The Bastille,                                                362
   41. Destruction of the Bastille,                                 371
   42. Working a Diamond Claim,                                     376
   43. River Washing—Cradling for Diamonds,                         376
   44. Celebrated Diamonds of the World,                            382
   45. The Orloff Diamond,                                          382
   46. Star of the South,                                           382
   47. The Nassac,                                                  382
   48. The Cumberland,                                              382
   49. The Sancy,                                                   382
   50. Star of the South—rough,                                     382
   51. The Dresden,                                                 382
   52. The Regent Diamond,                                          382
   53. The Kohinoor—recut,                                          382
   54. Australian Brilliant,                                        382
   55. The Eugenie,                                                 382
   56. Regent—side view,                                            382
   57. The Hope,                                                    382
   58. The Florentine,                                              382
   59. The Shah,                                                    382
   60. The Diamond Fields of South Africa,                          391
   61. Grand Avenue of the Champs Elysées,                          407
   62. Ball at Mabille,                                             415
   63. East River Bridge,                                           426
   64. Inundation of a Mine,                                        439
   65. Falling in of a Mine,                                        444
   66. View of Mammoth Cave,                                        474
   67. Stalagmites in the Cave,                                     474
   68. Execution of a Chinese Criminal,                             488
   69. Eastern Entrance to Hoosac Tunnel,                           500
   70. Western Entrance to Hoosac Tunnel,                           500
   71. Work at the Heading,                                         506
   72. Boring machine used in Mount Cenis Tunnel,                   518
   73. Side View of Boring Machine,                                 518
   74. Place De La Concorde,                                        527
   75. The Madeleine Church,                                        530
   76. Subterranean Paris,                                          536
   77. The Great Sewer,                                             536
   78. Quicksilver Mines of New Almaden,                            554
   79. Blasting in the Quicksilver Mines,                           554
   80. Burning of a Coolie Ship,                                    568
   81. Coolies Planning a Mutiny,                                   577
   82. Mutiny on the Lower Deck,                                    577
   83. The Avondale Disaster—Removing Bodies from the Mine,         586
   84. Interior of an Iron Mine,                                    594
   85. Section of the Broadway Underground Railway,                 644
   86. Tunneling Broadway for the Underground Railway,              652
   87. Interior of Pneumatic Passenger Car,                         655
   88. Portal of the Broadway Tunnel,                               655
   89. The Bomb Ferry—Travel in the 30th Century,                   661
   90. The Public Highway—Travel in the 30th Century,               661
   91. Underground Rail Road Station, Aldgate London,               671
   92. Conversationshaus at Baden,                                  708
   93. Concert in the Gardens at Baden,                             708
   94. Gambling Saloon at Baden,                                    722
   95. Esquimaux Dwellings,                                         739
   96. Robbery of the Diligence,                                    750
   97. Drinking Pisco in a San Francisco Saloon,                    769
   98. Jas. W. Marshall, the Discoverer of Gold in California,      790
   99. Sutter’s Mills where Gold was Discovered,                    790
  100. Emigrant Train of Gold Hunters in 1849,                      794
  101. Chinese Gold Mining in California,                           794
  102. Gold Washing in the California Mines,                        798
  103. Miners Prospecting,                                          804
  104. Miners Around their Camp-fire,                               810
  105. Ground Sluicing,                                             814
  106. Hydraulic Mining,                                            814
  107. A Copper Mine of the Lake Superior Region,                   824
  108. Interior of a Copper Mine,                                   821
  109. Drilling in a Copper Mine,                                   824
  110. Catacombs of Rome—The Three Brothers,                        832
  111. Vaulted Chapel in the Catacombs,                             840
  112. Lost in the Catacombs,                                       840
  113. Pirates of the Mississippi,                                  862
  114. View of Hellgate from <DW64> Point,                           885
  115. General View of Works at Hallett’s Point,                    885
  116. View of Shaft from the Dam,                                  892
  117. The Shaft, Showing Headings,                                 892
  118. Dream of a Diamond Swindler,                                 911
  119. Descending the Shaft—Wieliczka Salt Mines,                   932
  120. Chapel in the Wieliczka Salt Mines,                          932
  121. Getting out Salt,                                            936
  122. Illustration of the Infernal Lake,                           936
  123. Explosion of Fire Damp,                                      952
  124. Our Quarters in Libby Prison,                               1008
  125. Tail Piece,                                                 1016




UNDERGROUND.




I.

BELOW THE SURFACE.

     DIFFUSION OF KNOWLEDGE.—WHAT THE WORLD BELIEVES.—MUNGO
     PARK IN AFRICA.—WHY THE NATIVES PITIED HIM.—EXTENT OF
     UNDERGROUND LIFE.—DISTRIBUTION OF THE EARTH’S WEALTH.—VALUE OF
     MINES.—THEIR EXTENT AND IMPORTANCE.—COAL AND IRON.—MYSTERIES
     OF MINES.—EXPERIENCE WITH A NOVICE.—CHANGES OF SEASONS TO
     A MINER.—DANGERS IN MINES.—LIFE IN CAVERNS.—UNDERGROUND IN
     METAPHOR.—SOCIAL MINING.—OBJECT OF THIS VOLUME.


In these days of fast presses, cheap books and newspapers, lightning
telegraphs, and other disseminators of intelligence, there may be
those who doubt the correctness of the adage which says, “One half
the world does not know how the other half lives.” Human nature is
inquisitive. We are constantly seeking information regarding the
affairs of others, and we generally manage in some way to obtain what
we seek. We store our minds with useful and useless knowledge of the
manners and customs of people in other lands, and of the private lives
and histories of our near neighbors. Very often the material we thus
lay aside in our mental store-houses does not particularly concern us,
but, like Mrs. Toodles, in her purchase of a door-plate bearing the
name of Thompson with a p, we think it will be handy to have at some
future day, and so we keep it. With a fair devotion to inquiries, and
a well-cultivated memory, a life of threescore and ten years ought, at
this day, to acquaint its possessor with a general knowledge of the
how and why of the existence of at least half the inhabitants of the
globe.

[Sidenote: VARIED TASTES]

But it may be set down as an axiom, that one half the world does not
live as the other half does. People’s tastes differ, and there are
very few who would wish to live exactly like others, especially if
those to whom the choice is offered are richer than the others. There
are many who would not change places with their wealthy neighbors,
and it is more than probable that their wealthy neighbors would not
change places with them. The majority of sailors are not happy when on
shore, but are constantly sighing for a wet sheet and a flowing sea,
while the majority of landsmen have no desire for such hydropathic
experience. When Mungo Park travelled in Africa, the natives expressed
great pity for him because he had lost his color; they constantly
mourned over the unhappy lot of the white man, and would have been
quite unwilling to change complexions with him. Mungo received their
sympathy with a countenance becomingly solemn, but the chances are
more than even that what they regarded as a misfortune was by him
considered a blessing. “Give me a bed of ice and a pillow of snow,”
said a moribund Laplander in Italy, “and I shall die happy.” A
refrigerating couch of this kind would be comfortless in the extreme
to a countryman of Pauline Borghese.

A comparatively small portion of the human race lives, or would wish
to live, beneath the surface of the globe. Most of us rarely go there
voluntarily, and our first visits of any important duration are made
after we have shuffled off this mortal coil and invoked the aid of
the sexton. Then we are carried there without protest, and the earth
is filled above us in sufficient depth to guard us against ordinary
intrusions. We may be certain that none of our friends will come in
living flesh to join us, and when death brings them to our side their
slumbers will be as long and peaceful as our own. The earth, beneath
its surface, is regarded by many, as the dwelling-place of Death, to
be contemplated with a shudder, and to be visited only when life has
left us.

But have they ever considered how much of life there is which the
light of day does not reveal? The plants in our gardens have their
roots in the rich soil prepared for their sustenance; remove those
roots, and the plants fall and die. The trees of the forest spread
their branches and unfold their leaves to sun and storm, but there are
other branches spread below which sometimes extend more widely than
those above. Through these lower limbs, hidden from the light of the
sun and sheltered from the peltings of the pitiless storm, life comes
to the trunk and to the upper branches. Lay bare these lower branches,
and tear them from the earth, and the tree soon withers and perishes.
The grass carpets the meadow, the flowers adorn the hill-sides, wheat
and corn grow in the fields, the trees spread their shading limbs and
drop their fruits in their season, and without these the world would
be desolate. But all have their existence underground, and they cling
as tenaciously to the bosom of Mother Earth as the men who walk among
or upon them cling to that mysterious element which we call life.

[Sidenote: WEALTH UNDERGROUND.]

A great portion of the wealth of the globe lies beneath its surface.
Gold and silver form the circulating medium of all civilized and many
savage people. Their possession is wealth, as the lack of them is
poverty; their coming brings happiness, and their departure leaves
misery. From the earth they are taken, and in their pursuit men
undergo many privations and suffer many hardships. The diamond that
sparkles on delicate fingers has been washed from the accumulations
which many centuries had piled above it. Iron, copper, tin, and other
metals are sought by the light of the miner’s lamp, far away from the
rays of the sun, and sometimes in long tunnels pushed beneath the
ever-restless ocean. Ages and ages ago the hand of Nature deposited
beds of coal in every quarter of the globe, and to-day they afford
light and heat to millions of the human race. Down, down, hundreds
and thousands of feet below the surface of the earth these coal-beds
are spread, sometimes over areas many miles in extent, and promising
a supply of fuel for many centuries to come. Thousands of men find
profitable employment in these mines; and but for their labors, those
of us who live above the surface would often suffer the pangs of cold.

[Sidenote: VALUE OF COAL AND IRON.]

As the coal burns brightly in our grates and fills our rooms with
heat, do we think of the many centuries it has been awaiting our use,
and of the toil that has placed it in our control? As we look at the
great network of railways, spreading over our continent, bringing
north and south, east and west, nearer together, annihilating time
and space (and sometimes annihilating people), do we think that but
for the mines of coal and iron our country to-day would be little
better than it was half a century ago, and much of its area, now rich
in commercial and agricultural prosperity, would be little else than
a wilderness? To coal and iron the world owes much of its present
advancement, and both these substances come from beneath the surface
of the earth.

The most valuable minerals, and those which employ the greatest amount
of capital, are of comparatively recent exploitation. Iron has done
more good to the world than gold, and is many times more valuable;
but gold was known and used long before iron was discovered. Coal is
more valuable than copper, and gold, and diamonds; the world could go
on without these last, as other minerals could take their places, but
nothing now known could take the place of coal. From many parts of
the globe the forest primeval has been removed, and countries that a
few hundred years ago were thickly wooded are now almost denuded of
timber. Should the working of coal mines cease to-day, there would
speedily ensue a scarcity of fuel, and, if prolonged, this scarcity
would result in much suffering and death. The exploitation of coal
is one of the great interests of the British Isles, and is of no
inconsiderable importance in the United States. More than two thirds
of the mining enterprise of the world is devoted to it; yet this
substance, possessing no beauty, and to a casual observer devoid of
all merit, is included among the most recently discovered minerals.
“Time’s noblest offspring is its last.”

[Sidenote: FUNNY EXPERIENCE OF A NOVICE.]

To most people the underground life of the miner is a mystery.
Comparatively few of those who walk the earth to-day have ever
been farther within it than to the bottom of a cellar; and in many
localities even this experience has been denied to the inhabitants,
for the reason that no cellars are found there. If an enumeration
were made to-day of all persons in the United States who have ever
been underground more than fifty feet from the surface, and more than
one hour at a time, the number would be found surprisingly small. I
once accompanied a gentleman from Boston in a descent into a mine a
hundred feet in depth, and having a single gallery about eighty feet
long, leading from the foot of the shaft. It was an old story to me,
but a new one to my Boston friend, who clung to the rope of our bucket
as convulsively as a drowning man would clutch a life buoy. When we
reached the bottom, and crept along the low gallery, his heart beat
violently, and he several times wished himself safe above ground. When
we finished our exploration, and returned to the upper air, I asked
him what he thought of the mine.

“Most wonderful thing I ever saw,” he replied. “I never knew much
about mines, and didn’t suppose they were so deep. Wonderful,
certainly.”

“What would you think,” I asked, “if I should take you into a
mine twenty times as deep as this, and having miles of galleries
underground, where you could walk a whole day without going through
all of them?”

His face assumed the most puzzled expression I ever saw on a human
being, and he was speechless for a full minute. When he regained his
voice, he said,—

“You might tell me of such a mine, and I should be obliged to believe
you, though I can hardly conceive one could be made so large. But as
for taking me into such a place, you could never do it without tying
me and carrying me there. Catch me in such a place as that, never.”

I told him the story of the boy who went from home for the first time
in his life to accompany his father to a grist-mill, about three miles
away. When the boy returned, he was thoughtful for a long time, and
finally remarked that he never supposed the world was so large.

The miner’s life is one of vicissitudes and dangers. He is shut out
from the light of day, and depends upon his lamp or candle, instead
of the sun and moon. Shut up in the earth, all is night to him; and
whether the sun shines or is obscured by clouds, whether the moon
is in the heavens, surrounded by twinkling stars, or the whole dome
above is wrapped in darkness, makes little difference to him. All is
night, and without his artificial light, all is blackest darkness. The
changes that follow the earth’s daily revolutions are unknown to the
miner as he performs his work, and if he remained continually below,
the seasons might come and go without his knowledge. Summer’s heat and
winter’s frost do not reach him; there is for him but one season—the
season that has endured for millions of years, and may endure for
millions of years to come. The temperature of the surrounding earth,
unless varied by that of the air driven to him by the machinery of
his mine, or by the heat of his lamp, is the temperature in which he
performs his labors. Day and night, spring and autumn, new moon and
full moon, may come and go, but they extend not their influence to the
depths of the mine.

[Sidenote: DANGERS UNDERGROUND.]

There are dangers from falls of rock and earth, which may cause
immediate death, or enclose their victims in a living tomb. There
are dangers from water, which may enter suddenly, flood the mine,
and drown all who cannot reach the opening in time to escape. There
are dangers from the atmosphere, which may become foul, and leave
him who breathes it lying dead, far away from those who would gladly
assist him, but would lose their lives should they go to his rescue.
His light grows dim, and warns him of his peril; as he starts for a
place of safety the light goes out, and in blackest darkness he falls
and dies, unless speedily rescued. There are dangers from fire, where
the atmosphere becomes charged with inflammable gas; it is lighted by
an accident, and an explosion follows, in which dozens and sometimes
hundreds of men are killed. There are dangers from fire outside the
mine, as in the horrible affair of Avondale. There are dangers from
the breaking of ropes, and the derangement of machinery, from the
carelessness of those whose duty it is to exercise the utmost caution,
and from other causes to be hereafter enumerated. And yet with all
these perils there is no lack of men ready to meet them, as there is
no lack of men ready to meet the perils and dangers of all branches of
industry. Laborers can always be found for any honest employment, and
too often for employment quite outside the bounds of honesty.

[Sidenote: EARLY LIFE UNDERGROUND.]

The earliest life underground was in caves of natural formation. All
over the globe there are caverns where men have lived, sometimes under
concealment, sometimes for sanitary reasons, and sometimes because
they saved the labor of constructing houses. Some of these caverns
are of great dimensions, and could furnish shelter for thousands of
men, while others are adapted to the wants of only a few persons.
Many caverns and caves are not available as dwelling-places, but are
visited only from motives of curiosity on the part of travellers, or
from a desire for gain on the part of those who seek whatever may be
valuable. Many caves have histories romantic or tragic, and some of
them combine romance and tragedy in about equal proportions. Tales of
love and war, of fidelity and treachery, and of all the contending
passions and experiences of human nature, can be found in the
histories of these excavations which have been made by no mortal hands.

[Sidenote: MINING IN METAPHOR.]

Metaphorically, there is a great deal of underground life above the
surface of the earth. Men devote time, and patience, and study to the
acquisition of wealth by measures that are as far removed from the
light of honesty as the tunnel the miner drives beneath the mountain
is removed from the light of the sun. One builds a reputation which
another burrows beneath and destroys, as the engineers at Hell Gate
undertook to destroy the rocky reef which sunk the ships of many a
navigator, from the days of Hendrick Hudson to Gen. Newton. Hope
springs eternal in the human breast, but it is not always hope for
better things.

Dishonest men hope for wealth, they care not how obtained, and in its
pursuit they frequently imitate the labors of the miner. Shafts are
sunk and tunnels are driven; the pick, the drill, and the powder-blast
perform their work; operations are silently and secretly conducted,
and all unknown to the outer world; dangers of falls of earth, of
floods of water, of choke-damp, and fire-damp, are unheeded, and
by and by the prize may be obtained. A great city, in its moral or
immoral life, is cut and seamed with subterranean excavations more
extensive than those of the richest coal-fields of England or Belgium.
Wall Street is a mining centre greater than the whole of Pennsylvania,
and to one who knows it intimately it reveals daily more shafts and
tunnels than can be found in Nevada or Colorado. The career of a
politician is not unlike that of the miner, though it is frequently
much more difficult to follow. The miner may be tracked and found, but
there is many a politician whose devious windings would baffle the
keenest detective that ever lived.

       *       *       *       *       *

To describe underground life in its many phases is the object of
this volume. The experience of the miner is full of adventures of an
exciting character; so exciting, indeed, that there is no occasion to
use fiction in place of fact. The hardships, the difficulties, and the
dangers that surround him who labors beneath the earth’s surface might
form the basis of a story more interesting than the most skilfully
constructed romance ever printed. It is an old adage, that Truth is
stranger than Fiction: the experience of the miner affords better
illustrations of the correctness of this adage than does that of any
other laborer. Especially is this the case if we consider Underground
Life in its metaphoric as well as in its literal sense, and note the
devious and hidden ways in which many of our fellow-men pass the
greater part of their existence.

[Illustration: AUSTIN, NEVADA, SIX THOUSAND FEET ABOVE THE SEA. THE
METROPOLIS OF THE REESE RIVER DISTRICT. SILVER FIRST DISCOVERED AT
THIS POINT IN JULY, 1862.]




II.

DISCOVERY OF COAL.

     SAVAGE THEORIES ABOUT COAL.—EXPERIENCE OF A SIBERIAN
     EXPLORING PARTY.—BURNING BLACK STONES.—MINERAL FUEL AMONG THE
     ANCIENTS.—THEIR MOTIVE POWER.—CHINESE TRADITIONS.—CHINESE GAS
     WELLS.—HISTORY OF COAL IN ENGLAND.—A ROYAL EDICT.—CURIOUS STORY
     OF THE MINER OF PLENEVAUX.—EXTENT OF COAL FIELDS THROUGHOUT
     THE GLOBE.—THE QUAKER AND THE YANKEE PEDLER.—THE FIRST
     ANTHRACITE.—BELLINGHAM BAY AND THE CHINOOKS.—HOW COAL WAS
     FORMED.—INTERVIEWING A REPTILE.—THEORIES OF THE ANCIENTS.—RIVERS
     OF OIL OF VITRIOL.—ANCIENT AND MODERN FIRE WORSHIPPERS.


In the autumn of 1865, a small party connected with the survey of a
telegraph route through North-eastern Asia, was landed at the mouth
of the Anadyr River, near Behring’s Straits. Another party was landed
in Kamchatka, and proceeded over land towards the north. They made
constant inquiries about the Anadyr party, and at last learned from a
band of wandering aboriginals that some white men had been left by a
fire ship (steamer) near the mouth of the river, and were living in
a small house which they had constructed partly of boards, partly of
bushes, and partly of earth. The savages described them as the most
wonderful white men they had ever seen. “They have,” said one of the
savages, “an iron box, and they burn black stones in it to make a
fire.” These savages had never seen a stove, and they had never seen
coal. To their untutored minds the work of the white men was something
wonderful.

It is probable that the comparatively recent discovery of mineral
coal is due in a great measure to its close resemblance to stone. A
savage or civilized man knows that an ordinary stone, whether white,
red, blue, green, or gray, will not burn; then why should he suppose
that a black stone will burn? Until a comparatively recent date there
has been no great demand for coal as fuel. Many parts of the world at
the present day are covered with immense forests, and for a hundred
and perhaps thousands of years there will be no occasion in these
localities to make use of the mineral fuel.

[Sidenote: COAL AMONG THE ANCIENTS.]

It is supposed that the Greeks and Romans had some knowledge of fossil
fuel, but they made very little use of it, partly for the reason that
they did not know the proper way to burn it, and partly because the
forests in those days furnished all the fuel needed for industrial
purposes. There were no manufactories and smelting establishments, and
the working of metals was carried on in a very primitive way. Wood
and charcoal were the only fuel, and most of the countries inhabited
at that early day were favored with a warm climate, that for the most
part of the year was comfortable enough by day, while blankets and
other bed-clothing gave sufficient warmth by night. The laws of heat
were not known; the pressure of vapor was not even thought of, or
suspected; and mechanical force was derived from wind, from water, and
from animated beings.

When the winds did not blow the galleys were rowed by convicts, and in
the absence of a stream of water, animals, and sometimes men, turned
the mill.

Occasionally in building aqueducts, large beds of coal were laid bare,
but no attention was paid to them. In making one aqueduct, a branch
of a canal was cut through a bed of rock, and at the bottom of that
bed a valuable seam of coal was found, but nobody appears to have
troubled his head about it. It is supposed by most writers that the
discovery of coal occurred in the East. The Chinese have been credited
with the discovery and invention of nearly everything in the world
except the discovery of America and the invention of the electric
telegraph. It is pretty certain that they were acquainted with mineral
fuel from a very remote antiquity. They knew how to work it, and apply
it to industrial uses, such as baking porcelain, drying tea, and the
like. The Chinese, for hundreds of years, used to bake porcelain
with mineral coal. It is only recently that mineral coal has been
substituted for charcoal for this very same purpose in France, and it
has been found to be quite economical.

[Sidenote: CHINESE FIRE WELLS.]

The Chinese knew how to collect the gases which came from coal,
and they used them for illuminating. The accounts of the early
missionaries state that from time immemorial the Chinese used to bore
into the earth in search of gas, and when they found it they conveyed
it in pipes to the places where it was wanted. Gas was not used for
illuminating in Europe until quite recently.

Historians also say that for many centuries mines of coal have been
worked in the Celestial Empire, but that the working was in a very
barbarous fashion. Many of their coal mines consist of open cuttings;
when they went underground they took but little care to construct
drains or support the subterranean ways, and they took no precaution
whatever against explosions of fire-damp, which often proved fatal.
Their working of mines to-day is in the same barbarous fashion of
centuries ago, and one might be pardoned for thinking, like the boy
who was trying to learn the alphabet, that it was hardly worth while
to go through so much to accomplish so little.

In England there are evidences to show that coal was known to the
Romans, and possibly to the Britons before the Roman invasion; but it
was only worked at the outcrops of the coal seams. No mention is made
of coal until the time of Henry II. In 1259 a charter was granted to
the Freemen of Newcastle, giving them the liberty “to dig for cole,”
and a few years later coal was carried to London.

In 1306 Parliament petitioned the king to prevent the importation
of coal, and Edward I. issued a proclamation forbidding the use of
mineral fuel. Coal was worked to some extent in the thirteenth,
fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth centuries, and by the beginning
of the seventeenth century the English coal mines were in full
operation. In 1615 four thousand English ships were employed in the
coal trade. The coal mines of Belgium were opened about the same time
as those of England. The Belgian coal miners tell a curious story
of the discovery of coal, in the twelfth century, at the village of
Plenevaux, near Liège. One of the old chroniclers gives the account as
follows:—

[Sidenote: THE MINER OF PLENEVAUX.]

“Houillos, a farrier, at Plenevaux, was so poor as not to be able to
earn enough for his wants, not having sometimes bread enough to give
to his wife and children. One day, being without work, he almost made
up his mind to put an end to his life, when an old man, with a white
beard, entered his shop. They entered into conversation. Houillos told
him his troubles; that, being a disciple of St. Eloi, he worked in
iron, blowing the bellows himself to save the expense of an assistant.
He could easily realize some advantages if charcoal was not so dear,
as it was that which ruined him.

“The good old man was moved even to tears. ‘My friend,’ said he to the
farrier, ‘go to the neighboring mountain, dig up the ground, and you
will find a black earth suitable for the forge.’

“No sooner said than done. Houillos went to the spot pointed out,
found the earth as predicted, and having thrown it into the fire,
proceeded to forge a horseshoe at one heating. Transported with joy,
he would not keep the precious discovery to himself, but communicated
it to his neighbors, and even to his brother farriers. A grateful
posterity has bestowed his name to coal, which is called, in French,
_Houille_.

“His memory is still cherished by all the miners of Liège, who
frequently tell the story of the honest collier, or of the old coal
miner, as they delight in calling him. The miners say it was an angel
who showed him the spot where the coal was.”

It is not positively known when the first discovery of coal was made
in the United States. Some historians say that it was before the
Revolutionary war, while others say it was since that time. It is
certain that coal mining has not been extensively prosecuted on the
American continent until within the past fifty years.

[Illustration: IMPRESSIONS OF PLANTS FOUND IN COAL.]

[Illustration: DISCOVERY OF ANTHRACITE COAL IN PENNSYLVANIA, IN
1768.—INTRODUCED AS FUEL FOR RAILWAY LOCOMOTIVES IN 1836.]

There is an old story told somewhere of a discovery of coal in
Pennsylvania by one of the Quaker settlers in the mountains, not far
from where Scranton now stands. According to the story-teller,—but I
cannot vouch for his correctness,—the Quaker settler, who was familiar
with coal in England, discovered a peculiar stone, which seemed to him
almost identical with the substance which he had used in England for
fuel. He carried some of it home, and threw it in the fire. He found
that it became red, and was consumed, but that it would only ignite
when there was a very hot fire of wood around it. The coal with which
he had been familiar would burn quite readily, and gave off a thick
black smoke; but the substance which he had discovered gave neither
smoke nor flame. He wondered at this, and concluded that the substance
which he found was worthless.

[Sidenote: THE QUAKER AND THE YANKEE.]

One day a traveller, whom the story-teller converts into a Yankee
pedler, came along. As they sat by the evening fire, the Quaker told
him of the peculiar region they were in, and of the remarkable stones
which he had discovered. He threw a few fragments upon the fire, and
in a little while they became red and were consumed.

The traveller insisted that the substance was valuable; that it was
probably good coal, but the great difficulty was to make it burn.
After gossiping a while about the matter, the traveller went to bed.

During the night he pondered over the matter, and in the morning
asked his Quaker friend to take him to the spot where he had found
the black stone. The spot was shown him; he examined the substance
carefully. The Quaker carried to the house a considerable quantity of
the substance, and then the Yankee said,—

“I think we can make this stuff burn if we can only draw a fire
through it. Now, what we want to do is to fix up something so as to
make the fire go where we want it to.”

The Quaker assented to the proposition, and asked if it were possible.

The Yankee said, “Yes. I know how it can be done; but before I tell
you I want to buy half of the land where you found that stone.”

A bargain was struck very speedily, and the Yankee hunted around the
establishment, and found a piece of sheet iron, which he fashioned
into a blower. He then built up a small, narrow fire-place, and fitted
his blower to the front. “The next thing,” said he, “is to make
something like a grate;” and they took some rods of iron and fashioned
them into a rude grate.

“Now,” said the Yankee to the Quaker, “build a good fire of wood, so
that it will fill the bottom of that grate.”

The Quaker followed the directions, and when the fire was well
started, the Yankee threw a peck or so of the coal on the top and put
up the blower. The fire was drawn directly among the fragments of
coal; in a little while the blower was removed, and the coal was found
to be a red, burning mass, which threw off an intense heat.

Both were delighted with the discovery; and thus was opened the first
anthracite coal mine in America.

[Sidenote: DISCOVERY AT BELLINGHAM BAY.]

A story was once told to me, on the Pacific coast, concerning the
discovery of coal at Bellingham Bay, in British Columbia. The narrator
said that a party of men connected with the Hudson Bay Company’s
service, was at one time in the camp of a family of Chinook Indians.
The Indians told them that a few days before, in a locality which
they had visited, they had attempted to build a fire. The wind was
blowing, and in order to shield their fire they piled some stones
around it. Among these were two or three large black stones, which
they had picked up on the surface. Great was their astonishment, when
the fire was under way, to see these black stones ignite and burn.
They thought it something mysterious, and immediately ascribed it
to the work of the devil, just as a great many savage and civilized
people are inclined to attribute anything they do not understand to
His Satanic Majesty. Next day they guided the white men to the spot.
It was found that a vein of coal outcropped upon the surface, and gave
sure indications of a rich deposit below.

[Sidenote: ANNUAL COAL PRODUCT.]

The annual production of coal throughout the entire world is roughly
estimated at about two hundred millions of tons. More than half of
this coal is produced in Great Britain. About twenty millions of tons
are mined in North America, and the rest mainly in Belgium, France,
and Prussia. The production of other countries is comparatively
insignificant. Coal is the most valuable mineral substance known. The
amount of coal taken from the earth every year is double the value of
all the gold, silver, and diamonds annually produced. In the great
World’s Fair of London in 1851, when the famous Kohinoor diamond
attracted thousands of curious spectators, there was one day a lump of
coal placed near the case containing the Kohinoor. The lump bore this
brief label: “This is the _real_ Kohinoor diamond.”

America to-day is of far less importance as a coal producer than
Great Britain, but she is destined to become eventually the great
coal producer of the world. At the present time there is much anxiety
in England about the exhaustion in a few hundred years of the coal
fields in the British Isles. The United Kingdom contains nine thousand
square miles of coal fields; France, Belgium, Spain, Prussia, and
other German states, together, about two thousand seven hundred
square miles of coal fields; other countries, not including America,
contain about twenty-nine thousand, while North America, including
the British colonies, contains about one hundred and eighty thousand
square miles of coal fields. It will thus be seen that the area of
the North American coal fields is four times as great as all those
of the other countries of the globe. Of this immense extent of coal
deposits, a very small portion has yet been touched, and consequently
for thousands of years to come our country can supply the world.

[Sidenote: HOW COAL WAS FORMED.]

Coal was formed at a very remote geological period. Scientific men
differ as to the exact age of this substance. Their differences are
trivial, however, being only a few millions of years; but they all
agree that at the time coal was formed there were wide jungles and
swamps that covered a large portion of the earth’s surface. The
atmosphere was very moist, and probably contained a much larger
proportion of carbonic acid than at the present time. This gas is
one which especially promotes the growth of plants. It is, and was,
probably unfavorable to the existence of animal life; and it has been
suggested that the gradual withdrawal of the carbonic acid by the
growth of vegetation of that period slowly purified the atmosphere,
and brought it to the condition in which we now find it. The earth at
that time was not fitted for the habitation of man. If man had existed
at that period, he would have needed fins in the place of hands and
feet, and would have required lungs like those of fishes, instead of
those which he now possesses. There was an abundant population of
reptiles and of insects, and there was a liberal supply of fishes.

Many of these fishes, reptiles, and insects are unknown at the
present day. They performed their work, if work they had to do, and
disappeared. Their remains are found in the coal seams and in the
rocks which lie above or beneath the coal, and form an interesting
subject of study.

Some of the reptiles were enormously large. Remains have been found of
a lizard more than one hundred feet long, with an open countenance,
that could have taken in an ordinary man about as easily as a chicken
swallows a fly. The skeletons of these reptiles are found, and I think
that most people who examine these skeletons are inclined to give a
sigh of relief when they remember that such creatures are now extinct.
They would be very disagreeable travelling companions, and one might
be very much disinclined to meet them in a narrow lane on a dark night.

Some years ago I examined the skeleton of a reptile discovered in the
Mississippi Valley, and though the bones were cold and motionless,
I had the wish to keep at a respectful distance from them. He had a
mouth that reminded one of the extension top of a patent carriage;
and when his jaw was pushed back, it seemed to me that he could have
walked down his own throat without the slightest difficulty.

[Sidenote: CONVERSION OF PEAT TO COAL.]

The most plausible and reasonable theory of the formation of coal
seems to be that it is for the most part the remains of vegetable
matter which had become decomposed and changed to mineral on the spot
where it remained and is now found. The fibrous tissues of the aquatic
vegetation flourished like a thick carpet on the moist surface. It
became mingled and matted together, as we now find turf and peat in
peat bogs, and in swamps and marshes. On the borders of great lakes,
which in time were built up and became swamps, these plains extended,
and underwent slow depression. Layers of sand and other substances
were carried down below the level of the sea, which we now find among
and alternating with the coal seams in the shape of beds of shales
and sandstones. Then another system of lagoons formed above them, and
allowed new jungles to spring up and new marshes to be formed. These
were in turn depressed and covered by the waters. In this way, step by
step, the coal beds were built up. According to geologists, each coal
seam represents a depressed swamp, while the intervening strata of
sandstone, and shale, and clay, mark the various sediments which were
brought together by the action of the waters.

The coal beds contain many impressions of plants and portions of
plants, so that geologists have been able to determine the nature
of the vegetation of that period. There are a great many mosses
and ferns, some of the latter having thick, broad stems, and long
and heavy leaves. One geologist says there are one hundred and
seventy-seven specimens of plants found in single coal beds. He says
there are no palms, nor grasses, nor flowering plants; and for this
reason he considers that the coal beds were formed from plants of a
marshy growth.

The layers of peat, after being covered by shales, sandstone, and
limestone, were compressed beneath the enormous weight of the
over-lying strata, and while undergoing this compression, there was a
sort of distillation and purifying process going on. In this way the
plants and peat, originally loosely matted together, became more and
more compressed, and by means of the heat and pressure were entirely
decomposed. Ultimately the substance was turned into what we now find
it, and the coal was stored up for future ages.

The ancients had curious theories in regard to the formation of coal.
They regarded it as streams of bitumen, which had become petrified,
or had impregnated certain very porous kinds of rock. Another theory
which they entertained was, that forests had been carbonized on the
spot where they grew, or had been transformed by streams of sulphurous
acid, which possesses the property of hardening and carbonizing wood.
It is easy to attribute the origin of coal to the agency of rivers of
bitumen, and oil of vitriol; but it is not easy to say where those
rivers came from.

[Sidenote: SACRED FIRE WELLS.]

The Chinese have a theory that coal is a species of plant of which
the seed was deposited in the earth ages and ages ago, and that it
grew and spread in different parts of the empire where it is now
found, in order that the Chinese of to-day might have a sufficient
supply of fuel. They attribute the streams of inflammable gas, which
they collect and utilize, to the breathings of an immense monster
below the surface of the earth, and in some localities they call him
the first cousin of the God of Fire. The God of Fire is one of the
Chinese deities. He occupies a prominent place in the temples, and is
worshipped with great solemnity. In other parts of the world these
streams of gas are worshipped, and in localities along the coast of
the Caspian Sea, streams of burning gas are constantly rising, and
their sources are known as sacred wells. They are visited by thousands
of devotees every year, and are regarded with the greatest reverence.

Wells of similar character exist in the United States, but they are
mostly of artificial origin. They are found in the vicinity of Oil
Creek, and that region of Western Pennsylvania which has been baptized
as Petrolia. Thousands of devotees have worshipped in the vicinity of
these wells, and many of them owe their fortunes to the modern God
of Fire; but it is doubtful if many of them worship the wells with
that religious devotion and reverence which are found among the fire
worshippers of the far east.

[Sidenote: A WIRE TRAMWAY.]

A novelty in the way of carrying coal may be seen at the Harewood
coal mine, at Nanaimo, British Columbia. The mines are situated at a
considerable elevation above the sea-level, and the intermediate
ground is covered with trees and rocks, while several deep ravines
intercept the grounds. Under such circumstances, the construction of
a railway would be costly and require much time, as several viaducts
would be required, and the road at some places would have to make
considerable curves. The proprietor of the mines therefore decided to
avoid all these difficulties, on putting up a wire tramway in a direct
line from the mine to the port, by means of which the ravines could
be spanned without expense, and the timber on the ground could be
converted into the necessary posts.

There are in all ninety-seven posts, put up to such a height that the
wire spanned over them forms a softly inclining plane. The distance
between them is from 150 to 250 feet. The wire rope is of the best
crucible steel, specially made for the purpose, and is 6-1/2 miles
in length; each post having a pair of groove-pulleys two feet in
diameter, over which the wire moves. The rope is driven at the lower
end by an engine of 20 horse-power, which is sufficient to drive the
line when carrying 12 tons per hour.

The driving machinery is fitted with drums 10 feet in diameter; at
the mine the rope simply passes round a 10-foot drum. Two hundred and
fifty iron buckets, each with a capacity of 2 cwt. of coal, are fitted
with a patent hanger and box-head, by means of which all jolting,
when passing over the supports, is avoided. This tramway has been
transporting, during eight months, about 120 tons of coal per day, and
no accident or stoppage has occurred.

[Illustration: WIRE RAILWAY AT THE HARWOOD COAL MINES, BRITISH
COLUMBIA.]

Many other tramways of the same nature have been recently put in
operation in various parts of the world, as, for instance, in
Mauritius, where they have been successfully applied to the carriage
of sugar-cane; also in New Zealand, where they are used for carrying
manganese ore.

[Sidenote: ESTIMATE OF COAL.]

This means of conveyance is certainly a very practical and inexpensive
one; it does away with railroad material, engines, engineers, the
consumption of coal, etc., and may be applied over the deepest
ravines, where it would almost be an impossibility to build a
railroad, unless a bridge were built, at enormous expense and labor.
Let us conclude this article by giving the following estimate, in
round numbers, of the world’s present annual production of coal. It
is taken from various sources, and may be considered approximately
correct.

                           Tons.     Per cent.
  Great Britain,        127,016,747    46.4
  United States,         50,512,000    18.4
  Germany,               45,335,741    16.5
  France,                17,400,000     6.4
  Belgium,               17,000,000     6.2
  Austria and Hungary,   11,000,000     4.0
  Russia,                 1,200,000     0.5
  Spain,                    570,000     0.2
  Portugal,                  18,000     ———
  Nova Scotia,            1,051,567     0.4
  Australia,              1,000,000     0.4
  India,                    500,000     0.2
  Other countries,        1,000,000     0.4
                          —————————   —————
                        273,704,055   100.0




III.

BORINGS AND SHAFTS.

     HOW COAL MINES ARE DISCOVERED.—OUTCROPPINGS.—SCIENTIFIC
     RESEARCHES.—HOW A MARBLE QUARRY WAS FOUND.—BORING A WELL, AND
     WHAT CAME OF IT.—A LOCAL DEBATING SOCIETY.—INTIMATE RELATIONS
     OF COAL MINES AND THE STEAM ENGINE.—STRIKING OIL.—“DAD’S STRUCK
     ILE.”—THE UNHAPPY MAIDEN’S FATE.—COAL INSTEAD OF WATER.—THE
     TOOLS TO BE USED.—A DEEP HOLE.—TERRIBLE ACCIDENT, AND A MINER’S
     COOLNESS.—SINKING SHAFTS.—AN INGENIOUS APPARATUS.—ACCIDENTS IN
     SHAFTS.—REQUIREMENTS OF THE LAW.


Until the beginning of the present century coal mines were discovered
more by accident than in any other way. The coal seams make their
appearance at the surface, that is, they “crop out,” or “come to
grass,” as the miners say. Coal on the surface is generally of a poor
character, for the reason that it has been for many hundreds of years
subject to the action of the elements; but on digging down a few feet,
or a few dozen feet, the quality is found to be greatly improved.
When coal is thus found at the surface, a preliminary examination
is conducted by cutting trenches, galleries, and pits, and if the
conditions are favorable, the actual working of the mine can begin.
Sometimes the mine is operated by a few cuttings, like the works of an
ordinary stone quarry.

[Sidenote: DISCOVERING COAL MINES.]

Most coal mines have been discovered and opened in this way; but when
the coal is concealed beneath the soil, and nothing is observed on the
surface, it is discovered by chance, or by geological indications. At
the present day many coal mines are discovered by means of railway
cuttings, or in sinking wells. Other mines are discovered in this way.
Some twenty years ago, while a railway was constructing in Vermont,
the workmen came upon a bed of marble, and it was found to be quite
extensive. Speculators bought the land in the vicinity, and thus the
Vermont marble quarry came into existence.

In 1813 a well was sunk at La Sarthe, in France. Amongst the rubbish
a black earth was noticed, which was sent to a provincial debating
society at Le Mans. An extraordinary meeting of the society was
called, and somebody suggested that this black earth might be coal. It
was immediately tried in the stove in the room where the meeting was
held, and it was found that the earth burned readily. An investigation
followed. Careful examinations were made, and valuable coal mines were
opened in the vicinity.

Some of the mines in the United States have been discovered in places
where burrowing animals had thrown up the earth. Decomposed coal
retains its original blackness; in several instances where it was
found in the earth thus thrown up, careful observations were made, and
work was immediately begun in search of coal. Some valuable mines have
been opened in this way.

Many of the coal mines in France and Belgium, and also in other
countries, have been found in consequence of the explorations of
geologists. In the year 1716 a very skilful coal miner in Belgium made
a series of explorations, and discovered very valuable mines. Under
his direction they were explored for several years, but the works were
at length abandoned, in consequence of the accumulation of water. In
all parts of the world miners have always found great difficulty in
proceeding in consequence of the interruptions caused by water, and
until the steam engine was invented there was an absence of sufficient
power for its removal.

[Illustration: ENTRANCE TO A COAL MINE.]

[Illustration: DOWN IN A COAL MINE.]

[Sidenote: INVENTING THE STEAM ENGINE.]

In the eighteenth century deep pits in the Newcastle coal fields were
filled with water, and it was necessary to drain these pits before the
coal could be taken out. The ordinary pump was not sufficient for the
purpose, and a more powerful engine became necessary. Inventions seem
to come at a time when they are most needed. When the necessity for
a powerful pump was greatest, the steam engine was invented. Savery,
Newcomen, and Watt succeeded each other. Captain Savery constructed
one of his “fire engines” to lift water from one of the Cornish mines;
but the power of the engine was not great, and the quantity of water
raised was exceedingly small.

Newcomen invented the atmospheric steam engine, in which the piston
was lifted by steam, and when this was condensed the piston was forced
to the bottom of the cylinder by the pressure of the atmosphere.
Afterwards Watt improved upon the engine, and overcame the difficulty
of removing the vast accumulations of water in the deep mines, about
the middle of the eighteenth century.

There is a curious relation between coal mines and the steam engine.
The latter was invented among the former, and without its application
to pumping purposes the invention would have been to a great extent
worthless, for by means of the very substance raised from the mines
the engine is kept in motion. The mines thus furnished the material
with which the engine is operated, and only with the aid of the engine
can the coal mines be properly worked.

In the petroleum regions of America the borings and pumpings are
frequently conducted by means of the gas which rises from the earth.
Very often a steam engine is run without any other fuel than a stream
of natural gas, conveyed beneath the boiler, and fed through a proper
distributing apparatus.

To the coal mine we are also indebted for that great boon of modern
civilization, the railway.

Coal is a heavy, bulky article, selling at a low price. Not only must
it be removed from the earth, but it must be carried at a cheap rate,
and often for long distances. Where there is no water communication
the roads are the only mode of conveyance. Originally common earth
roads were used, and the coal was carried in ordinary carts. These,
roads were improved, and, after a time, were in the condition of stone
causeways, or macadamized tracks. Afterwards wooden tracks were used,
over which the wheels would roll more easily than upon ordinary roads.
These wooden tracks were at first placed in the underground ways of
the mines, and afterwards extended to the ways above ground.

[Sidenote: INVENTION OF THE RAILWAY.]

But wood is not durable; it soon rots and wears away. The wooden
tracks were subsequently replaced by others of cast iron; originally
these were grooved, but subsequently they were furnished with a
lateral flange. Afterwards wrought iron was substituted for cast iron.
In the first instance strips of cast iron were placed upon wooden
rails, forming the old-fashioned strap rail. Afterwards was invented
the ordinary rail as we now find it. The flange was removed from the
rail, and placed upon the wheel, and thus, step by step, the modern
railway came into existence.

Something more was wanted. Cars were propelled by means of horse
or man power. It was necessary to apply the steam engine to the
work of transportation. Trefethick, a Cornish miner, constructed a
locomotive with a simple boiler, like that of a stationary engine; but
the heating surface and the motive power were too small. It was not
then supposed that the wheels would turn upon a smooth rail and move
forward, and so the driving wheel was toothed and worked in a rack.
The speed was less than that of a carriage drawn by horses. George
Stephenson, an old coal miner, completed the locomotive.

Seguin, in France, about the same time, invented the tubes which run
through the locomotive boiler, and afford a passage to the flames.
They greatly increased the evaporating surface, and consequently the
production of steam. Stephenson discharged into the chimney the steam
which had acted upon the piston, and thus gave a great draft to the
furnaces. The locomotive was then complete, and since that day it has
only been improved in its details.

We have wandered a little from the search for coal to speak of the
steam engine, the locomotive, and the railway.

[Sidenote: BORING FOR COAL.]

Many coal mines have been discovered by borings in search of artesian
springs. About thirty years ago, in one of the French provinces,
a well was being bored, and, quite unexpectedly, the boring tools
revealed the presence of coal. As soon as this became known, everybody
went to work searching, not for water, but for coal. In a region sixty
miles long by twelve or fifteen wide, the ground was perforated
like a sieve, by a series of borings which were laid down on a plan
that seemed to resemble a constellation of stars on a celestial map.
Everywhere coal was found, and altogether one hundred thousand acres
of coal fields were added to the wealth of France. Nearly thirty
companies were organized to work the new mines. Since the discovery
about fifty pits have been sunk, some of them to a depth of five
hundred yards. In 1851 the mines produced five thousand tons of coal.
At the present day their product is not far from twenty millions of
tons. All this originated in a search for water.

The process of boring for coal is very much like, in fact almost
identical with, boring for petroleum. The boring rods are of wood, or
iron, and are screwed together as the work proceeds. The primitive
instrument is a steel chisel, or bit, which strikes the rock and wears
it away, precisely as an ordinary drill makes a hole in a stone ledge.
Boring machinery may be operated by steam power or by hand. In the
primitive way, a triangle, or pair of shears, supports the rods, and
has an ordinary windlass, by which they may be raised or lowered.

One of the inconveniences attending the ordinary process of boring
is, that the rock is pulverized, and nothing but little fragments of
dust and mud are brought to the surface. Sometimes it is difficult
to determine whether the stones through which the borer has passed
are the proper ones to indicate the existence of coal, or whether the
black matter comes from coal or shales. All these disadvantages have
been overcome by means of a new instrument, which is in general use.
A gouge in the form of a hollow cylinder is employed, furnished at
the base with a row of teeth, or with several cutting blades of cast
steel, and sometimes with a row of diamonds. It is worked like an
ordinary borer or auger, and cuts a solid column or cylinder out of
the rock as regular in shape as if it had been turned in a lathe.

When this cylinder has been cut to a sufficient length, it is broken
off by means of the gouge bit, or grapnel, which seizes it and brings
it to the surface. The boring tool will cut a hole eight inches
in diameter, leaving a pillar of rock in the centre which can be
broken off at any desired length and brought to daylight. By means
of this rock, the fossils in the stone may be studied, together with
the structure of the strata, and all its peculiarities. Beautiful
specimens of rock are frequently obtained in this way from great
depths. Some borings have been made to a depth of nearly two thousand
feet, with a diameter varying from eight to twenty inches.

As the boring tool reaches the depth at which the workmen expect to
find coal, the operations are conducted with the greatest interest.
Every motion of the rod is carefully watched, and when the fragments
of rock or earth are brought to the surface, they are examined with
great care. When the coal is discovered there is much rejoicing, as
it is then certain that the prize has been gained. It is the same
in boring for coal as for oil. When a man in Western Pennsylvania
has “struck oil,” and, according to the local expression, “struck it
rich,” he feels that his fortune is made. More than one man has thus
raised himself above his fellows when his search for coal was rewarded
with success. An old story, which has been told many times, and will
bear telling a good many times more, is not inapplicable here.

[Sidenote: “DAD’S STRUCK ILE.”]

During the period of the first oil excitement in Pennsylvania, a
young man, whom the story represents to have been poor but honest,
was paying his attentions to a maiden of his neighborhood. The maiden
received his addresses, and the pair were engaged to be married. The
father of the damsel was an oil seeker, and one day his search for oil
was successful. That evening the young man visited his lady love. She
received him coldly. He asked the meaning of the coolness, and she
curtly replied, “I can’t marry you.”

“Why?” asked the young man, eagerly.

“Well,” said the girl, “I _can’t_ marry you; dad has struck ile.”

The young man went away sorrowing, for he had not great possessions.
As the story goes, the damsel, who had been thus suddenly lifted
from poverty to wealth in consequence of her father’s oil discovery,
remained unmarried for several months, but finally gave her hand to an
engaging stranger from New York, who dissipated the family fortune as
rapidly as it had been obtained.

[Sidenote: ACCIDENT AT CREUZOT.]

In 1853 some wealthy gentlemen sought for coal near Creuzot, in
France. The spot was carefully selected, and for four years the work
went on. The tools penetrated to a depth of more than three thousand
feet. This is probably one of the deepest borings ever made. An
unforeseen accident stopped the work at that point.

The bore-hole was less than an inch in diameter, and was made by
means of a steel chisel fastened into wooden rods, which were screwed
together. The boring tool one day became broken at the bottom of the
hole. All kinds of grappling implements were lowered to take hold of
it, but none of them succeeded. The chisel seemed to be firmly lodged
at the bottom, and resisted every attempt to withdraw it. After six
months of effort the work was abandoned. One of the parties interested
offered to subscribe half a million francs to be given to any one who
would invent an instrument that could withdraw the chisel.

Several days after the abandonment of the enterprise, the foreman
of the work mounted the staging and made another effort to raise
the broken tool. The whole power of the steam engine was exerted in
pulling the ends of the rods, when suddenly the rope gave way. The
man’s hand was caught and crushed between the rod and one of the
planks through which it passed. He stood there and shouted to the man
to saw off the rod in order to release him. Then holding the remains
of the ruined hand in the uninjured one, he walked to Creuzot, three
miles away, and without uttering a word of complaint, underwent
amputation at the wrist.

[Sidenote: TUBBING A SHAFT.]

After the coal is discovered, whether through surface indications or
by borings, the preliminary working begins by means of a shaft and
levels. Generally the first step is to sink a shaft or pit. When the
ground is soft, the pit must be walled with brick, stone, or timber,
as fast as the descent is made. When the pit is sunk through limestone
and sandstone, the progress is slow, but the walls sustain themselves,
and do not require either masonry or timbering. A great inconvenience
in sinking a shaft arises from springs and small streams of water. In
many places where this inconvenience occurs, the shaft is fitted with
a wooden lining, or tubbing, as it is called, which is made of thick
staves somewhat resembling those of casks, the joints being carefully
fitted, in order to keep out all water, and to withstand great
pressure. Sometimes this tubbing is made of iron, wrought or cast.
Where the ground is loose, or composed of sand and water, the tubbing
is forced down from the top, or sinks by its own weight. When this
tubbing consists of masonry, it is built in a circle at the surface,
and as fast as the earth is removed the masonry sinks. A fresh circle
is added at the surface, and thus the work goes on. It was in this way
that Brunel constructed the shafts which formed the descent into the
Thames Tunnel. Sometimes shafts are sunk under water, and in such case
they are lowered in a perpendicular position until the ends strike
the bottom, and then the water is pumped out. An ingenious apparatus
raises the mud from the bottom, and a pump is kept at work to remove
the water.

Sometimes, in sinking a shaft through quicksand, the water runs in
faster than any ordinary mode of drainage will remove it. M. Triger,
an ingenious Frenchman, invented a machine by which the water could be
pumped out. The cylinders of iron were five or six feet in diameter,
and he divided them into three compartments, as nearly air-tight as
possible. He forced compressed air into the lower one, and enclosed
the workman inside. The man was thus in a sort of diving-bell.
The compressed air, being forced against the bottom of the shaft,
prevented the great mass of water from filtering through the sand. The
small quantity which filtered in was, by the force of the compressed
air, driven through the sand pipe communicating with the surface.
“Imagine an army of mice,” the inventor graphically said to M.
Simonin, “and a cat suddenly to make her appearance, and you would
have the picture of water reaching the bottom of our shafts through a
thousand holes in the ground, if the presence of the air is lowered,
and returning suddenly to the surface as soon as the air recovers its
tension.”

The rubbish and running sands are removed in buckets by hand, or by
means of a rope passing through a pulley. Trapdoors communicate from
one stage to the other, by means of which the buckets are removed
without any serious loss of the compressed air. Shafts may be sunk
through quicksands in this way to a depth of eighty or one hundred
feet without difficulty. The laborers who pass their time in the
compressed air work as easily as in the open atmosphere. Some of them,
however, cannot remain there long, especially if they have the drum
of the ear very delicate, or are in the habit of drinking to excess.
The pressure of air in the chambers rarely exceeds three or four
atmospheres.

[Sidenote: AN INGENIOUS APPARATUS.]

This apparatus is frequently used for laying the foundation of bridges
in the beds of rivers, where there are deep quicksands. The famous
bridge of Kehl, near Strasbourg, was constructed in this way, and the
engineers say that without some such apparatus the construction of the
bridge would have been impossible.

If a shaft has been sunk and properly supported,—that is to say,
timbered or walled,—it is generally divided into compartments. The
shafts are generally from fifteen to twenty feet in diameter, and
consequently there is plenty of space for dividing them. One of the
compartments will serve for the tubs, cages, or buckets, in which
the coal is raised. Another is for pumps to draw off the water, and
sometimes where the miners go up and down by ladders a compartment is
made especially for them.

[Sidenote: LEGAL NECESSITIES.]

In all cases one compartment in the shaft serves as an air-way or
chimney, whether the draft is free or not. In some countries the law
requires that there shall be more than one shaft, or opening, to
every mine, while in other countries no such law exists. Many of the
owners of mines are abandoning the single shaft system, and gradually
supplying their mines with more than one entrance. Many terrible
accidents, accompanied by a great loss of life, might have been
avoided had the mines been constructed with more than one entrance
or shaft. A striking example of this is in the terrible calamity at
Avondale, a few years ago. The most approved arrangement of shafts for
a large mine where there is explosive gas, and where water is to be
pumped, is to sink one shaft for the pumps, another for raising coals,
and a third for ventilation. At the bottom of the third one a large
furnace is always kept burning.

In some of the mines there may be half a dozen shafts. Those through
which the coal is drawn are called the winding pits, those where the
pumps are fitted are called pumping pits, those where the men go up
and down, are called labor shafts, and those for the passage of air
are known as air shafts.

In many mining regions there is a class of pits that have been
abandoned in consequence of the coal beneath being worked out.
Sometimes these pits are made use of for purposes of ventilation.
Proper care is not always taken of these abandoned holes, and they
form dangerous precipices, through which a careless person may easily
fall and be killed. Strangers strolling in the vicinity of mines
occasionally step into these shafts and disappear, to be seen no more
alive.




IV.

ACCIDENTS IN SHAFTS.

     ADVENTURE OF THE AUTHOR DESCENDING A SHAFT.—A MINUTE OF
     PERIL.—LIFTED THROUGH A SHAFT BY ONE LEG.—A COLLISION IN
     MID-AIR.—SENSATIONS OF THE DESCENT.—A MINER’S VIEWS OF
     DANGER.—PICTURESQUE SCENE AT A DESCENT.—OFFERING PRAYERS.—SCENE
     AT A RUSSIAN MINE.—SAFETY CAGES.—THEIR CONSTRUCTION.—A LUDICROUS
     INCIDENT.—HOW A MAN FAILED TO KEEP AN ENGAGEMENT.—DOWN IN THE SALT
     MINES OF POLAND.—A PERILOUS DESCENT.—“PLENTY MORE MEN.”—ACCIDENT
     NEAR SCRANTON.—“PUTTERS.”—HOW GIRLS WERE USED IN SCOTLAND.—MAN
     ENGINES.—THE LEVELS.—AN ACCIDENT CAUSED BY RATS.—THRILLING AND
     FATAL ADVENTURE OF TWO PENNSYLVANIA MINERS.—A FEARFUL FALL OF
     ROOF.—CARRYING A DYING COMRADE TOWARD THE LIGHT OF DAY.—EIGHT
     HOURS OF MORTAL AGONY.


My first journey down the shaft of a mine had of course a novelty
about it, and also partook of the sensational.

It was not a coal mine into which I descended, but a copper mine. We
stepped into a basket suspended by a hempen rope, and our conductor
gave the signal to start. The engineer slacked away the rope somehow,
and we descended rapidly. It seemed to me very much like falling out
of a balloon.

I never have fallen out of a balloon, and therefore cannot say
positively whether the sensation was like it or not. I have been up in
a balloon, and the sensation of going rapidly upward through the air
is very much like that of going rapidly downward into the earth.

Down, down, down we went; and though the time was short, it seemed to
me pretty long. I had heard that there was generally at the bottom of
the shaft of a mine a pool of water, which is called, in technical
language, a “sump.”

I had a suspicion that we might be plunged into it, and asked our
conductor if there was any danger.

“O, no danger at all!” he replied. “All that can happen to you is,
that if you get into the sump you will get drenched; and then, if you
do not like it, you can be drawn to the surface so rapidly, that every
thread on you will be dried out again.”

This proposed process of wetting and drying did not please me, and I
intimated an emphatic hope that the engineer knew his business, and
would stop at the proper time.

The descent was not quite eight hundred feet, but it seemed to me at
least eight thousand. Every little while we passed a hole, through
which the light glimmered, and we could see, though only for the
instant, into the various portions of the mine. In one place, a miner
was standing at the end of a level, and standing, too, very carelessly
on the edge, and we narrowly escaped brushing him off. Had we brushed
against him, and thrown him from his perch to the bottom, he would not
have been worth three cents a pound after being picked up.

When we reached the bottom, the basket was in a sort of basin, with a
flooring of plank just even with its edge. Miners were standing there
with lanterns in their hands, or with candles stuck into their hats,
and they assisted us to scramble off.

[Sidenote: HOISTED BY A LEG.]

We had sufficient time to get out—or seemed to have; but one of the
party, who had crouched to the bottom of the basket, was a long time
gathering his limbs together, and picking himself up. He did not pick
up fast enough. The engineer waited what he thought was a proper time
for us to get out, and then the basket began to move upward just as
the dilatory man was putting a leg over its side. As the basket moved
up, he was partly in and partly outside, and there was a prospect of
witnessing a very pretty accident on his account.

He was a distinguished stranger, and it would never do to have a
person of his prominence killed there. Our conductor seized the
signal-rope and gave it a violent pull, which caused the engineer to
send the basket back again, and wait until everything was ready. The
dilatory visitor scrambled out of the basket, and gave a sigh of
relief when he stood upon the planking.

[Sidenote: IN THE SHAFT OF A MINE.]

The shaft of a mine is a very good place for accidents. Many of
these occur from the carelessness of the miner, or the engineers,
and sometimes from their incompetency. By the old system, baskets or
buckets were raised or lowered by the winding or unwinding of a rope.
Of late years, a cage, travelling in guides, is used, which is much
safer than the old system. The miners are careless in consequence of
their long acquaintance with the mines. Familiarity breeds contempt,
with dangers as with everything else.

The first descent into a mine generally raises the pulse, and very
often seriously alarms the visitor. The miners will stand carelessly
on the edge of a bucket; but the strangers generally seat themselves
at the bottom, and it is sometimes necessary to turn the bucket upside
down on reaching the floor of the mine before they can be induced to
come out.

The shaft always appears smaller than it really is on account of the
darkness. It is never well lighted, and very often the glimmer of the
lamps is just sufficient to make darkness visible.

Visitors are always subjects of merriment to the miners. They show
more or less fear in all their movements, especially in ascending
and descending; but the miners go up and down the shaft laughing and
talking, just as the soldier goes under fire and faces the storms of
bullets.

The sight of the miners going down is a curious one. The men stand
ready around the mouth of the shaft, and at the sound of the bell they
crowd into the tubs or cages, or go down the ladders. Their voices can
be heard a moment, and then they gradually become fainter and fainter,
till lost in the distance. In some mines on the continent of Europe,
prayers are offered by the miners before going down; in most mines,
however, this is neglected, but many of the men cross themselves on
leaving the upper air, and breathe a short prayer to St. Barbe, the
great patron saint of the miners.

It is interesting to note the sudden pause in the conversation, to see
the hands making the sign of the cross, the lips of the hardy miners
moving, and then, a moment after, to hear them break forth again, and
talking as merrily as ever.

I remember, on one occasion, visiting a mine in Russia, where the
men gathered at the mouth of the pit seemed engaged in some sort of
a dispute. Their voices were loud, and many of the tones were angry.
Suddenly a bell was sounded, and in an instant every cap was removed,
and every man went through the Russian ceremonial of crossing himself.
This ceremony over, caps were restored to the heads of the owners, and
the conversation was resumed as loudly and excitedly as ever.

I have seen a soldier standing at his post, as a sentry, when the bell
sounded, or the gun was fired, telling the hour of sunset. As the flag
descended from the staff, the soldier supported his musket with his
left arm, while with his right hand he performed the ceremonial which
had been taught him by the church.

The shaft is frequently called the miners’ tomb; and it is said that
the Belgians have intentionally named it The Grave (_La Fosse_).

In some mines, so many accidents have occurred in the shaft, that the
men never enter it without fear. Great improvements have been made
in the mode of ascending or descending, and at the present day the
apparatus is considered nearly perfect.

The first improvement for the protection of men ascending and
descending, was to cover the tubs with a roof, or bonnet, so that
falling materials would injure nobody. Besides this, the heads of
the men are shielded by hats made of sheet iron or stout leather.
An indicator is kept in front of the engine man, so that he knows
precisely the position of the tub; and if there are two tubs in the
shaft, one ascending and the other descending, he may know when
they pass on their way. In some coal mines the tubs or cages are
double-decked, and some of them have four tiers or decks.

[Illustration: MINERS DESCENDING A SHAFT.]

[Sidenote: SAFETY CAGES.]

The greatest improvement is in the use of safety cages. These consist
literally of cages with a strong top to protect the persons inside
against the stone or other falling substances, and with wooden guides
at the side with which the roller wheels of the cages come in contact.

If anything falls, the top of the cage protects the men. If the rope
breaks, a spring above the cage is set free, and catches in the guide,
bringing the cage to a stand-still suddenly. A great many accidents
have been prevented by this contrivance.

Some of the safety cages, instead of wooden guides at the sides, are
provided with long, stout strips of cast or wrought iron. If the rope
breaks, a spring at the top is suddenly thrown out, and catches in
one of these notches. Safety cages of an improved pattern are in use
in many of the principal hotels of America, as well as in mines. They
have been manufactured comparatively but a few years. Soon after the
Gould and Curry mine, in Nevada, was opened, one of these cages was
placed in the principal shaft. The owners of the mine were doubtful of
its powers, and the owner of the machine set about convincing them.
When everything was ready, he loaded the cage with a ton of stone,
then stepped on its top, and standing there suspended several hundred
feet above the bottom, he deliberately cut the rope. A shudder ran
through the crowd of spectators who were standing around; but their
terror was of short duration. The stout springs were thrown out, and
the cage did not descend six inches, after the severance of the rope,
before it came to a stop.

Ludicrous incidents sometimes occur in these hoisting machines. In
one of the hotels in New York, not many months ago, the machinery
one day became deranged while the elevator was in use. It was full
of passengers, and was between two floors in such a way that nobody
could get in or out. It required an hour and a half to arrange the
machinery, and in this hour and a half a dozen persons were closely
confined in the cage. Such a combination of growls was never before
heard in so small a space at one time in that hotel.

It was about half past two o’clock in the afternoon when the elevator
stopped. One man had a note to pay before three o’clock. He did not
pay it. One lady in the elevator had left a friend in the parlor,
and promised to be down again in five minutes, “as soon as she could
arrange her bonnet.” She did not keep her promise with her friend.
Another man was very thirsty, and was on his way to his room to
order up a drink. His thirst continued. And so through all the dozen
persons who were detained in the elevator. Every one had an important
engagement, or a special reason for being in a hurry, when hurrying
was of no earthly use.

In some of the mines of Europe there are neither safety cages, tubs,
nor baskets. At the salt mines of Wieliczka, in Austrian Poland, the
miners go down at the end of a long rope, to which several loops are
fastened. Each loop has a band across it to support the back. The
miner seats himself in one of these loops, leans against the band to
support his back, clings to the rope with one hand, and holds his
candle in the other. Half a dozen men form a bunch in this way, and
sometimes there is another bunch above them. At a little distance the
groups very much resemble a living chandelier. Not only miners, but
visitors, are lowered in this way, and the descent is very trying to a
nervous person.

[Sidenote: “PLENTY OF MEN.”]

A traveller who went into the Wieliczka mines in this way says he
asked if men did not sometimes fall out of the loops. “O, yes,”
replied the person addressed; “but this is of no consequence. Men are
abundant about here, and when one is killed there is always somebody
ready to take his place.”

[Sidenote: FALLING DOWN A SHAFT.]

Until quite recently,—that is, until the introduction of the safety
cages,—accidents from collisions were quite common. Sometimes two tubs
of coal are fastened to a rope, not one above the other, but side by
side. One day, at a Belgian mine, where they were accustomed to send
up the coal in this way, as two men were going down the shaft in a
bucket, they came in collision with the ascending coal. Both men were
standing, one of them holding the lamp and the other clinging to the
chains. The shock of the collision unhooked their tub, and they were
left, three hundred feet from the bottom, holding on to the rope. This
shock caused the ascending coal buckets to tilt, and large blocks of
coal were thrown out and fell down the shaft. They clung convulsively
to the rope, and by a marvellous piece of good fortune, neither of
them was injured. They reached the termination of their journey, and
the instant that they touched the bottom of the shaft both of them
fainted.

Just as one of the same men, at another time, was getting ready to
go up the shaft, the engineer started the rope too suddenly. The tub
was partly overturned, and the man, with one leg hanging in the tub
and with his head downwards, was hoisted nearly a hundred feet up the
shaft. By this time an alarm was raised, and they managed to stop the
engine and bring the miner back again.

In mines where there are several shafts, there is generally a positive
rule against the miners ascending through the pits where the coal is
raised. The rule, however, is frequently disregarded, and sometimes
the disobedience of the men leads to their death. Occasionally, when
the miner is ascending in this way, a lump of coal falls upon and
seriously injures or kills him.

At one of the mines near Scranton, not long ago, two miners were
ascending in this way, and a block of stone fell from the wall,
killing one of them, and injuring the other so that he lived but a
few days. In some of the English mines they used to have a system of
descent something like the Polish one. Two men were side by side, each
of them passing a leg through an iron chain, which was fastened to a
rope, and formed a seat. Accidents in this mode of descent frequently
occurred, sometimes from carelessness, and sometimes from a man coming
in contact with some unexpected obstacle. This mode is never used at
the present day, excepting in very shallow pits. Frequently the man
would be thrown to the bottom of the shaft and dashed to pieces, full
in the sight of his terrified companions, who could not render the
least assistance.

In old times coal was taken out of the mines, not by means of hoisting
apparatus, but by bearers. Carrying a staff, and with their feet bare,
they were obliged every day to carry a certain number of loads up the
inclined road leading to the surface, supporting their burdens on the
staff while stopping to rest. The roads were slippery and rough, and
the employment was very dangerous.

In some English and Scotch mines, and also in some of the French
mines, where the seams of coal are thin, boys, who are called
“putters,” are employed to draw small carts along a railway. They
fasten themselves to the cart with belts around their waists, and draw
it along, going sometimes on their hands and feet where the road is
wet and rough. Sometimes one of them pulls the cart while the other
pushes it. In some of the Scotch mines girls formerly performed this
work; but of late the laws do not allow women to work under ground.

[Sidenote: GIRLS IN SCOTCH MINES.]

Girls used to carry on their backs a basket fastened to a leather
strap which passed around their foreheads. A lamp was attached to
the strap, and in this way they carried their loads up the long
ladders and through the inclines, sometimes a distance of several
hundred feet. If a strap broke, a block of coal fell, or a bearer
missed her footing, those below were seriously hurt, and many fatal
accidents occurred. This primitive mode of raising coal was abolished
by law. The owners of the mines had become so careless in regard to
the management of their laborers that the government was obliged to
interfere.

[Illustration: COAL SEAMS

A CREEP AND THURST

WOMAN DRAGGING COAL

THE TRAPPER BOY

OLD WOMEN AT WORK

CHILDREN PICKING UP

MINER AT WORK

MINER AT WORK

THE STABLE

PUTTERS AT WORK

SECTIONS OF AN ENGLISH COAL MINE.]

For the past forty or fifty years movable ladders have been used in
many mines both in Europe and America, though less extensively in this
country than in the former. In England they are called “man-engines,”
and are constructed on a principle of reciprocal motion of two
parallel rods. The rods are placed about fifteen inches apart, and
steps and handles are so arranged as to be at about the ordinary
height of a man. By the action of the steam engine one of the rods is
raised to a certain height, while the other is lowered for the same
distance. During the movement of the crank over its turning point,
the miner goes from the step on which he stands to the opposite step.
Another stroke of the engine is made, and the rod moves in the
opposite direction, and is followed by a fresh movement of the miner.
Whether he goes up or down, the man rises or descends without any
fatigue, and the journey is made in a very short time.

Many of these engines have been abandoned for the safety cage. The
rate at which the men were lifted by them was seventy-two feet a
minute, or a little less time than would be required for ascending by
the rope. Another machine in use in Belgium and France is a single
rod, and in place of the steps there are fixed platforms holding two
men each. The length of stroke of the machine is about nine feet, and
it will make twelve or fifteen strokes a minute.

[Sidenote: MOVABLE LADDER.]

The man travelling by it must be very watchful. He must pass from the
movable ladder to the landing stage or platform, and watch for a new
stroke or step upon the ladder. To avoid accidents he must use great
caution, and no hesitation. The slightest embarrassment may cause
a very serious accident, and the sudden return motion may kill the
traveller on the spot.

From the bottom of the shaft of a mine the men scatter in various
directions to their work, or are distributed among the different
levels. A shaft is perpendicular, while the level is horizontal. The
dangers in the shaft have already been described. Strictly speaking,
no dangers of the same sort are liable to occur in the levels. True,
there may be falls of rock or coal, or whatever other substance forms
the roof of the mine; but they generally occur in consequence of the
carelessness of some person on the same level, and not above or below.

Levels are described by their names, though they are not always in
a strictly horizontal position. Sometimes they dip at considerable
angles, owing to the formation of the rock, or the position of the
substances to be mined. They are made of various heights, though
generally of not more than six feet. The materials used for lining the
shaft—that is, brick, timber, or stone—are likewise employed in the
levels, and the modes of strengthening in both cases are very nearly
the same. Where the work is intended to last more than six or eight
years, it is generally set up with stone, and not timbered. Where it
is intended to last a long time, and especially if the rock through
which it runs is of a yielding nature, it is strongly arched with
masonry.

Sometimes it is necessary to make an arch below as well as above,
for the reason that the flooring of the mine is apt to swell up in
consequence of the pressure from below. Masonry used in levels is very
much like ordinary masonry, and requires no especial description.

[Sidenote: TIMBERING LEVELS.]

For timbering levels there are three timbers-two uprights and a
head-piece. Sometimes there is a fourth piece, placed at the bottom,
known as the sleeper, or sill. This is used, however, only when the
flooring is soft, or consists of a substance that is apt to bulge up.

The pressure from above, as well as the lateral pressure, frequently
bends and breaks the timbers. This bending and breaking of the
timbers, occasioned by the settling of the earth, are rarely sudden in
their occurrence. At first there will be observed a slight bending of
the timbers; the next day the bending will be seen to be greater; and
sometimes a month, or even six months, may pass before the timbers are
sufficiently curved to break. Frequently levels that have been made
five or six feet in height will, in the course of a few months, be
reduced to a height of not more than three feet. The timbers will be
bent around in all directions, and it requires considerable nerve to
pass between them.

Where the mines are moist, the timbers soon become covered with
fungus, and a vegetable peculiar to the interior of the mine makes
its appearance. Sometimes it is not unlike light cottony material;
occasionally it is snow-white, and again like tanned leather, or of a
bright yellow color. The timber, when rotting, has an odor like that
of creosote, and is familiar to everybody who has passed any time in
deep mines.

Rats abound in mines, and are frequently very numerous. They make
themselves at home, and are as comfortable as possible. While the
miners are at their dinners, they frequently play around them, and
appear on friendly relations with them. Occasionally, they become so
hungry that whenever a candle is placed in the wall, and the miners
back is turned, the rats will rush forward and seize the prize at the
risk of being burned.

[Sidenote: ACCIDENT CAUSED BY RATS.]

Sometimes rats are the cause of accidents. Some years ago an explosion
occurred at a mine in Wales, when several men lost their lives. There
was one pit which was known to be full of explosive gas, and the men
were warned to be very careful of their movements with their lamps. A
lamp, in which the glass was surrounded with iron netting, was placed
on a shelf in the part of the mine where the men were at work. The
miners were a few yards away, when they noticed half a dozen rats
clambering about the lamp, and saw them tip it over. It fell from the
shelf and struck a lump of coal. A hole was made through the wire
gauze, the lamp was broken, and a terrible explosion of gas followed.

To the here-related accidents, we feel obliged to add a thrilling and
fatal adventure of two Pennsylvania miners, which occurred in the
vicinity of Scranton, Pa., on the 23d of April, 1877:—

In calculating the cost of coal, there is one important item which
is never taken into consideration by capitalist or consumer, and
that is the loss of life and limb incurred in the work of digging
“dusky diamonds” and preparing them for market. A glance at the list
of deaths and accidents published monthly in the local papers, is
sufficient to send a thrill of horror through the stoutest heart; but
familiarity soon makes us partially indifferent to such matters, and
it is only when some thrilling calamity occurs, such as the Avondale
or West Pittston disaster, that we are fairly aroused to the perils
incident to the work of mining.

We know but little of these things, unless we see an occasional
account of it in the newspapers, and even then we can but faintly
realize the mishaps that befal, from day to day, in the way of
fire-damp explosions, falling roofs, and the innumerable other
death-dealing agencies that lurk in the depths of the coal mine.

[Sidenote: FEARFUL FALL OF A ROOF.]

One of the most heart-rending accidents of this character which has
been recorded for some time, has just occurred at the Empire mine,
in this vicinity. Two men, named John Mooney and Patrick Quinn,
were employed in No. 4 <DW72>, laying track, a distance of about two
miles from the opening, and a mile from the other workmen. When they
least dreamed of danger there was a sudden convulsion overhead,
and an instant later they were overwhelmed by a fearful fall of
roof. The terrible accident put out their lights, and they were in
utter darkness. Mooney, after considerable difficulty, succeeded in
extricating himself from among the massive bowlders which fell about
him, in such a way as to form a sort of cave, and, upon freeing
himself, his first thought was for his companion. He called aloud for
Quinn, but received no answer, only the echo of his own voice, beaten
back by the rocks. He felt himself growing faint, and realized that
he was very seriously injured, but was determined to ascertain the
condition of his fellow miner. After calling aloud in vain for some
time, he groped about in the dismal place among the rocks, hoping to
find Quinn, and fearing that he was dead. At length he touched him,
but the poor fellow was pinned fast by a big bowlder, which lay upon
one of his mangled legs. The other leg had been completely severed
from the body by the fall. To release him was a hard task, but Mooney,
forgetting his own injuries, set about the work with a will, and
succeeded in setting Quinn free.

How to carry him to the light of day was the next trial, but he was
determined to do it; and taking him upon his back, he began groping
his way through the pitchy darkness, in the direction of what he
considered was the foot of the <DW72>. For two hours he wandered about
that living tomb, with his dying comrade on his back, moaning in the
most piteous manner. The situation was awful, and, after roaming thus
for a long time, poor Mooney was disheartened to find that he had
come back to the very point from which he had set out, and where the
accident occurred. He summoned up his fast-fading strength and made
another effort, still taking Quinn on his back; but, after proceeding
a short distance, he grew faint, and was unable to go farther with his
precious burden. Then, laying the dying man down in as comfortable a
position as he could, Mooney crawled on his hands and knees toward
what he thought was the <DW72>. At half-past six o’clock a party of
miners, while proceeding down No. 5 <DW72>, were startled by the
apparition which their lamps revealed. It was Mooney, crawling slowly
up the <DW72> on his hands and knees, his face black and bloody, and
his whole body sore from contact with the jagged pieces of coal and
rock. His eyes were at first dazzled by the light, he had been in
darkness so long, and trying to see, and he was speechless with joy
for some seconds to find relief at last.

[Sidenote: HEROISM AND MORTAL AGONY.]

This was eight hours after the accident had happened, and they were
eight hours of awful mortal agony. As soon as Mooney found words to
speak, he related the story in brief, and begged the party to hasten
to the assistance of Quinn, who might yet be saved.

They hurried to the spot indicated, and found the unfortunate fellow
in the condition already described, with one leg severed from his
body, and the other crushed to pieces. He was still alive, and they
took him up in their arms to carry him to the <DW72>, but he never
reached it alive. He died in the arms of his comrades. Mooney, who
is severely wounded, is expected to recover. He played the part of a
hero in the unselfish manner in which he risked his own life trying
to save his comrade. But such acts are not of rare occurrence among
the miners. They are a most unselfish, brave lot of fellows, and will
face death in the mine at any time to save one another. The men who
met Mooney crawling up the <DW72> were moved to tears, by his haggard,
woe-begone, and saddened looks, and say they never saw such a pitiful
sight before.




V.

SILVER MINES AND MINING.

     ANTIQUITY OF SILVER.—REAL ESTATE AND SLAVE PURCHASES IN
     BIBLICAL TIMES.—SOLOMON AND HIS SILVER SPECULATIONS.—ABUNDANCE
     OF SILVER AMONG THE ANCIENTS.—THE EARLIEST MINES.—ORIENTAL
     EXAGGERATION.—SPANISH MINES AND THEIR HISTORY.—MEXICAN MINES.—A
     NONDESCRIPT ANIMAL.—NOVEL WAY OF OBTAINING A PIGSKIN.—PERU AND
     ITS SILVER.—A HIGH-TONED CITY.—ARIZONA.—BEAUTIES OF ARIZONA
     CIVILIZATION.—MINES OF UTAH AND NEVADA.—SAD RESULTS OF A
     SPECULATION.


One of the most important of the precious metals is that known as
silver. The ancients were familiar with it, and from very early
periods it has been a common medium of exchange, and is used as such
among all nations who recognize a metallic currency. It is one of the
metals mentioned in the Old Testament, reference being made to it as
constituting, among other things, the riches of Abraham. Abraham made
a real estate transaction by purchasing the field of Ephron for four
hundred shekels of silver. Twenty-nine pieces of silver were paid for
Joseph at the time his brothers disposed of him and gave a bill of
sale; and throughout the Scriptures there are many other references
made to the same metal.

[Illustration: DISCOVERY OF SILVER IN PERU, BY DIEGO HUALCA, IN 1545.]

[Illustration: INTERIOR OF A SILVER MINE IN MEXICO.]

Those who have given attention to the subject think that gold was
first known and used as money, partly for the reason that it is more
frequently mentioned in the earlier histories, and also from the fact
that gold is obtained in a metallic state, while silver must generally
be separated from ores in which the metal is concealed. The Egyptians
and Hebrews were familiar with gold and silver, and employed them both
as a circulating medium, and for the manufacture of jewels, vases,
rings, and other articles for household or personal use. The oldest
known coins are of silver, though there are gold coins of nearly as
great antiquity.

It is a little curious that the ancients possessed silver in greater
abundance than people of the present day. It is possible that the
old historians drew the long bow a little in describing it, and
due allowance may be made for their statement. In the time of King
Solomon, silver is said to have been so abundant as to be considered
of very little account, and the king had made it to be as stones in
Jerusalem. Polybius says that it was largely employed, together with
gold, in the form of plates for covering the beams and pillars of the
temples, and the tiles upon the roofs were of solid silver. Other
historians, both sacred and profane, speak of its great abundance, and
some of them are so liberal in the use of adjectives, as to lead to
the suspicion that they were in no wise trammelled by existing facts.
Oriental exaggeration has no doubt something to do with their stories.

[Sidenote: ORIENTAL EXAGGERATIONS.]

At the present day, in certain parts of the East, a statement is
rarely made exactly as it should be, according to Western notions.
Thus a man, describing a fine house, would not convey a proper idea of
its character if he described it exactly as it is. If he should say
that the house covered a square mile in area, was half a mile high,
contained two thousand rooms, each of them so full of furniture that
nobody could get inside the door, and that the household consisted
of nine hundred servants, he would merely convey to his hearers the
impression that the house was somewhat above the common order of
houses, and nothing more.

Bayard Taylor, in one of his books, describes an interview with a
certain prince or titled individual from one of the interior kingdoms
of Africa. The prince, in describing the wealth and resources of
the kingdom of Dahomey, said that the king never walked out unless
accompanied by at least ten thousand attendants, and that when he
chose to ride, forty thousand horses were led to the door of his
palace, from which he could make his selection. He continued in the
same strain, and when he had finished his story, he asked a question
in regard to Mr. Taylor’s country. Mr. Taylor replied, that the United
States were so large that it took two years to travel from one end
of the country to the other; that it required six weeks of rapid
riding to go round the walls of the capital; and that our Sultan, who
was called the President, had a wardrobe of sixty thousand coats,
from which he made his selection to dress himself for breakfast. In
this manner each person conveyed to the other the proper idea of the
country, and nothing more. The prince substantially informed the
American that Dahomey was a rich country, and the king powerful; while
the American, on the other hand, informed the prince that America was
a very large country, and that the president’s wealth was personal,
rather than national.

But we are getting away from silver, a substance which it is not
desirable at any time to see far from us.

[Sidenote: ANCIENT SILVER MINES.]

The locality of the ancient silver mines is buried in obscurity;
but it is known that silver was obtained, together with gold, from
various parts of Africa, and also from Asia. The Spanish silver mines
were developed at a very early period, and were the basis of the
extensive commerce which Spain conducted for a long time with other
countries. Hannibal is said to have opened a mine which furnished
three hundred pounds of silver daily, and was worked by horizontal
tunnels extending a mile and a half into a mountain. During the middle
ages the production of silver fell off very greatly, and until the
fifteenth century comparatively little silver mining was carried on.
The production of Spanish mines was greatly decreased, and the wealth
of Spain fell off in a proportionate degree.

Rich mines of silver existed in the new world, particularly in Mexico
and Peru. The conquest of Mexico by Cortes in 1519 was speedily
followed by the development of the rich silver mines of that country.
From a very early period the Aztecs had been familiar with silver,
and wrought it into many ornamental and useful articles. The mines
were opened and extensively worked by the Peruvians in Guanajuato,
Zacatecas, and other districts, and their production was greatly
increased by the abundance of quicksilver, and its employment in the
reduction of ores. Quicksilver is used for this purpose to a greater
extent in Mexico and Peru than in other countries.

[Sidenote: GREAT MINES OF MEXICO.]

At the time of the visit of Humboldt in the early part of this
century, it was estimated that three thousand distinct mines were
in operation. The greatest of all the mines of Mexico are those of
Guanajuato and Zacatecas. They were opened in 1558, upon the great
vein known as Veta Madra. The great vein is chiefly in clay slate. It
is of wonderful thickness, sometimes more than one hundred and fifty
feet across, and is said to have been traced for about twelve miles.

The vein is made up of half a dozen substances, the most important
of which are native silver, sulphuret of silver, and red silver.
Near the surface they are partly decomposed, but in their unchanged
condition, farther down, they are known as “black ores.” The vein has
been penetrated downward more than two thousand feet, and is found
to be very rich at that depth. The mine of Valenciana, upon a rich
portion of this vein, has averaged at times a product of two million
dollars, or about one fifteenth part of the total product of all the
mines of Mexico. At the present time no work is carried on in these
mines. Operations were suspended some years ago by floods of water,
and the unsettled state of the country, added to other disadvantages,
prevented a renewal of work. Before any productive operations could
be prosecuted, it would be necessary to erect powerful machinery;
and to set it up and put it in operation would cost enormously; so
great, in fact, would be the cost, as to deter any body of men, or any
association of capitalists, from entering upon the enterprise.

Until the present century the ores of the silver mines of Mexico have
been worked by rude processes, very little in advance of those of the
native Indians. Little or no mining machinery was used. The ores had
to be transported out of the mines upon the backs of Indians, climbing
up a series of long steps over slippery rocks, and working in a nude
state. When the mines were troubled with water, rude pumps were set
up, and in many cases there were no pumps, but the water was carried
out on the backs of men.

[Sidenote: HOW TO SECURE A PIG SKIN.]

A traveller who visited one of these mines, where operations on a
small scale were going on, says the sight of the men carrying their
burdens, some laden with ore, and some with water, formed a curious
picture. The ore was carried in sacks or baskets slung across the
shoulders of the men, while the water was carried in pig-skins. These
skins were in the natural shape of the animal, and were supposed to
have been removed without cutting. When slung over the shoulders of
the men in the dim light of the mine, the man and the pig clinging
to his back appeared to form a single animal. An unsophisticated
traveller, who accompanied the narrator, was curious to ascertain how
the skins were obtained in that condition, as the ordinary mode of
skinning pigs, oxen, or any other beasts requires a liberal use of the
knife. He was informed that the animal was starved for several days,
so that his skin became quite loose. Then a stout cord was tied to his
tail, and by this mode he was securely fastened to a tree. A potato
or an ear of corn was then held a few feet in front of his nose, and
the pig was finally coaxed out of his skin, and induced to walk away
from it. The man seemed to have his doubts as to the truth of the
statement, but finally concluded to accept it as correct.

[Illustration: ENTRANCE TO A SILVER MINE OF CENTRAL AMERICA.]

[Illustration: INDIAN SILVER MINERS AT WORK.]

In 1821 the Mexican government offered facilities for foreigners to
become interested with the natives in the mines. Several English
companies were formed, and operations were undertaken upon a new
system, in order to work the mines with powerful machinery, and with
all the advantages of capital and mining skill. In nearly every
instance these operations were unsuccessful, partly owing to the
enormous expenses attending the management of a silver mine in Mexico,
and partly owing to the dishonesty of the natives in official and
private capacities. Whenever a mine yielded handsomely, the government
surrounded it with absurd restrictions, or old titles were discovered
to it, that made the claims of the new occupant valueless.

The English capitalists and gentlemen who went to Mexico were
worried and wearied out in a few years, and returned with unpleasant
recollections.

[Sidenote: INSECURITY OF PROPERTY IN MEXICO.]

At the present day nearly every foreigner who visits Mexico to engage
in a business enterprise has very nearly the same story to tell. The
instability of the government naturally leads to insecurity, both to
life and property; and where the property is that of a foreigner, it
is not very likely to be regarded with great respect.

From the opening of the Mexican mines, in the sixteenth century, their
production of silver has exceeded that of all other countries. From
the annual yield of two or three millions of dollars, it rose, in the
eighteenth century, to twenty millions, and continued so for about
ten years of the present century, when it was changed by the war of
independence. It remained at a low rate until 1850, when it again
increased, and in 1856 it was not far from forty millions.

Latterly, as already stated, the product has been greatly diminished,
and accurate statistics are very difficult to be obtained in regard to
it.

The total product of the Mexican mines from the time of the conquest
by Cortes up to the expulsion of the Spanish in 1827, is said,
according to official records, to have been considerably more than two
thousand millions of dollars. The silver mines of Northern Mexico,
near the boundary of the United States, are supposed to be very rich;
but the disturbed state of the country prevented their successful
exploitation.

Mining operations to some extent have been carried on in some of these
districts, and in Arizona, but under many disadvantages.

Arizona is a delightful country in every respect, except in climate,
soil, production, and inhabitants. The natives have a pleasant way of
slaughtering every stranger who attempts to stay there; and sometimes,
when they refrain from their amusement for a few months, the strangers
fall to killing each other.

Until very recently it was said that no white man had ever died in
Arizona with his boots off,—meaning that he had never died in bed. The
cemeteries at two or three settlements in Arizona are said to contain
no graves except those of persons who had died violent deaths at the
hands of either white men or Indians. The Indians make travelling very
insecure; and the Peons, or native Mexican laborers, in the mines
vary the monotony of their employment by an occasional massacre of
the superintendent and every other white man about the place. I was
at one time acquainted with a superintendent who had twice escaped
assassination by reason of accidental absence. He did not take warning
by his luck on these occasions, but continued on in his usual way till
on the occurrence of another conspiracy he was killed.

Closely rivalling the mines of Mexico are those of Peru. They are
scattered in various parts of the country, but the richest and most
famous are in Potosi, formerly belonging to Peru, but now a part of
Bolivia. The story is, that these mines were discovered in 1545, by an
Indian hunter, who accidentally exposed lumps of the precious metal in
the roots of a bush which he pulled from the ground. His discovery led
to careful and extensive explorations, and in a short time the city of
Potosi sprung up in a barren and almost inaccessible district.

Potosi is among mountains generally of volcanic formation, and more
than five thousand mines have been opened in its vicinity. The country
is barren, and much of it is more than ten thousand feet above the
level of the sea.

[Sidenote: THE HIGHEST CITY IN THE WORLD.]

The city of Potosi is more than two miles up in the air; that is to
say, more than two miles above the sea level. It has a population at
the present day of less than fifty thousand, though it contained at
one period more than three times that number. It has been repeatedly
shaken by earthquakes, and in some of these earthquakes a great many
people have lost their lives. All supplies must be brought from a
distance, as the country in the immediate neighborhood produces
absolutely nothing.

It is not a beautiful place of residence, and those who dwell there
are almost entirely devoted to the production and preparation of
silver.

An idea of the richness of the mines may be formed, when it is known
that between 1556 and 1800 the mines of Potosi alone yielded nine
hundred and twenty-five million dollars’ worth of silver.

[Sidenote: PROCESS OF AMALGAMATION.]

Silver mines are pretty much alike in all parts of the world. They
are also not much unlike mines of other metals. They are opened by
shafts, tunnels, and the like, the same as other mines, though each
locality has some processes of operations peculiar to itself. The
ordinary methods of separating silver from its ores are based either
upon forming an amalgam of the metal with the mercury, or in bringing
it into combination with lead, and afterwards separating it. The ores
of Mexico and Peru are treated by both processes. Some of the richest
ores are picked out and thrown into the furnace. The amalgamating
process, which was long used in the silver mines of Mexico and Peru,
and is still generally practised there, was invented more than three
hundred years ago. The ores are crushed by stamping machines, and then
ground with water, in machines called arastras, a sort of circular
mill, run by mule power. It is ground to as fine a condition as
possible, and, after being allowed several days to dry, is spread out
in circular heaps, about fifty feet in diameter and a foot in depth.
To every ton of this substance three bushels of salt are added, and
the whole is then carefully mixed. A chemical substance, of a coppery
character, is then added, and a sort of fermentation takes place, in
which great heat is thrown out. Quicksilver is then added, in small
quantities at a time, and crudely mixed in, until the whole mass forms
an amalgam. The whole process occupies from four to six weeks. The
amalgam is then separated from the mass of ore by a system of washing
similar to that practised in collecting gold. The mercury is then
separated from the amalgam by the ordinary process of evaporation, and
in the same manner as if removing it from gold.

Sometimes silver is found in masses which are nearly pure; but this
is very rarely the case. The largest quantities have been discovered
in the copper mines of Lake Superior, and in some of the mines of
Norway and Saxony. Some of these masses exceed five hundred pounds in
weight, but ordinarily they weigh but a few ounces or pounds.

Specimens of native silver are frequently found in the beds of rivers,
very far from any other deposits of this metal. The richest mines of
this metal, at the present day, are in the United States, particularly
in Nevada and Utah. The great Comstock lode has already been referred
to. In November, 1859, the discovery of silver mines at Lake Washoe
became known, and in the following year the products of the mines were
sent out in such large quantities as to lead many people to suppose
that the commercial value of silver would be greatly cheapened.

[Sidenote: SILVER MINES OF NEVADA.]

Mines have been opened in various localities throughout Nevada, but
the richest of them, and, in fact, almost the only ones, of any great
value, are on the Comstock lode. Its ores are very rich. The vein is
of unusual width, and it has made fortunes for a great many men, and,
on the other hand, has taken fortunes from a great many others. Some
of the most extensive mining speculations ever known in California
have been in these mines. Their value has greatly fluctuated; in some
years the product has exceeded twenty millions of dollars, and the
price of shares in the mines increased accordingly; then the product
would suddenly fall off, and down would go the stock. Sometimes
dividends would be made every month, and suddenly they would be
followed by left-handed dividends, or assessments. In San Francisco
a single day has witnessed the reduction to beggary of men who at
sunrise could boast of considerable wealth; the following day might
witness their return to wealth, or the return of others to poverty.
Nearly all the men who made money in Nevada a few years ago, and
did not kill themselves by riotous living, are now poor, and have a
brilliant prospect of remaining so.

[Illustration: ONE METHOD OF WASHING FOR SILVER.]

[Illustration: ANOTHER METHOD OF WASHING FOR SILVER.]




VI.

SILVER MINING IN NEVADA.

     HOW GOLD WAS DISCOVERED IN NEVADA.—A PECULIAR “BLACK SAND,”
     AND WHAT CAME OF IT.—SILVER CURSED AND THROWN AWAY.—ACCIDENTAL
     DISCOVERY OF THE VALUE OF THE ORE.—H. T. P. COMSTOCK.—THE
     COMSTOCK LODE.—HOW MINING RECORDS WERE KEPT.—YIELD OF THE
     NEVADA MINES.—BONANZA AND BORRASCA.—THE BIG BONANZA.—THE GRAVE
     OF THE FORESTS.—“WASHOE ZEPHYRS.”—PAY-ROLLS OF THE MINING
     COMPANIES.—INTERESTING DETAILS.


Probably the most remarkable silver mines of the world are those
of Nevada. It is difficult to estimate, with absolute accuracy,
the amount which has been taken from them. They were only recently
discovered, and the story of their discovery is quite romantic.

Very naturally, the gold miners of California drifted over the Sierra
Nevadas, into the great Utah basin, in search of gold. During 1850,
and the following years, gold discoveries were made on the eastern
<DW72>s of the Sierras. The first discovery was made by some Mormon
emigrants, who were on their way to California; the snows had not
melted upon the mountains, and they were compelled to camp, for some
time, on the Carson River. They had no expectation of gold, but simply
went to prospecting by way of killing time. They did not work very
long at the business, but continued their journey to California as
soon as the season permitted. Other emigrants coming along from time
to time, continued the work, and by 1852 there was quite a mining
population along the Carson River and its tributaries. None of them
made large fortunes, but most of them did well.

None of them had any thought of silver, and they knew so little
about silver ore that when they found it, they were ignorant of its
character, and cursed it as a nuisance. They found a heavy, worthless
sand, looking like pulverized iron, that settled upon the quicksilver
in their rockers, and prevented the amalgamation of the gold. The
gold was not of a fine quality, as it was mixed with a considerable
quantity of silver. For a considerable time, the miners worked on, and
it is said that some of them had regular hours, which were devoted
to swearing at this black sand, which was continually in their way.
The gold in the placer mines of California was worth from sixteen to
nineteen dollars an ounce, while the gold taken along the Carson River
was worth not more than eleven or twelve dollars.

[Sidenote: THE FAMOUS COMSTOCK LODE.]

In the spring of 1859, quite a party of miners was at work in what
was known as Six Mile Cañon. They lived at Gold Hill, where a small
village had grown up, not far from their working place. There was a
scant supply of water, and they concluded to made a sort of reservoir
by digging a hole, and turning the small stream into it. They located
this reservoir a little way above the place where they were working,
and after digging about four feet, they found what afterward proved to
be the decomposed silver ore of the now famous Comstock lode. They did
not find silver, at least, they did not know that what they found was
a deposit of black sulphuret of silver, which was nothing more than
the pure metal in a decomposed state.

They concluded to try some of this curious looking dirt in their
rockers. It yielded well. They found that they were digging out gold
very rapidly, but they were puzzled as to the character of the dirt
containing it. They pushed on further and further into the vein, and
taking the lumps that were left on the screens of the rockers, pounded
them up with hammers and in mortars. So rich was this substance, that
one man was able to take out one hundred dollars a day.

The party consisted of four men, one of whom was H. T. P. Comstock,
an adventurer who had wandered about the Pacific coast for years,
and had never accomplished anything of importance. There was some
dispute as to the title to the location, but it was finally agreed
that there should be an equal division of the land in the lode. Very
soon it became noised about that the miners had “struck it rich,” and
there was great excitement in regard to the new digging. A notice was
recorded, claiming the ground on the lode, and the land around it.

The names which were recorded in this notice were Peter O’Reilly, H.
T. P. Comstock, Patrick McLaughlin, J. H. Osborne, and E. Penrod. This
location was the famous Comstock lode, which has since yielded so many
millions.

[Sidenote: SILVER AS A NUISANCE.]

Gold mining was carried on there for some weeks after the location of
this claim. A gentleman familiar with the history of the discovery,
says that as soon as Comstock obtained a position in the party, he
elected himself superintendent, and did all the heavy talking. He was
conspicuous on all occasions, and very soon was considered not only
the discoverer, but the originator of the lode. Work was diligently
pushed, and for weeks the miners dug the rich decomposed silver
ore, washed the gold out of it, and let it go to waste, throwing it
anywhere to get it out of the way. It was an intolerable nuisance,
and it is safe to say that those miners swore about it to an extent
greater than is recorded of “our army in Flanders.” It gave a certain
unpopularity to the diggings, on account of the inconvenience it
caused. It was worse than the black sand that everywhere abounds in
gold mines, because that does not interfere with the amalgamation.

Comstock was a free-handed, generous fellow, having very little regard
for his own money, or that of anybody else. It was the custom, in
those days, when a lady visited the mines, to offer her a pan of dust,
and to take it from the richest part of the lode. On one occasion,
several ladies visited the mine, and the usual courtesy was offered.
It was so arranged that they obtained one hundred and fifty dollars
or more for each pan. The last of the ladies was young and pretty;
Comstock wished to be polite, and so, while her pan was being passed
out, he slyly dropped a handful of gold in it. The result was that her
prize amounted to more than five hundred dollars.

Many tons of the black sulphuret of silver were washed away, until,
in the month of July, 1859, a man named Harrison visited the new
diggings, and took a piece of the ore away with him, as a curiosity.
Being in California, shortly afterwards, he gave this curiosity to a
gentleman in Grass Valley, Nevada County. This gentleman carried it to
be assayed, and it was found to yield at the rate of several thousand
dollars per ton.

Harrison said that there were tons and tons of the stuff lying around
in the mine where this was taken out, and so it was determined to
keep the matter a secret, to go as speedily as possible and obtain
possession of the place. Everybody was sworn to secrecy, and of course
everybody told his intimate friend. The result of the assay was known
late one night, and by the next morning, everybody in Grass Valley
knew all about it. Two of the men were off before daylight, and in a
few days hundreds of people were _en route_ for Washoe.

[Sidenote: EXCITEMENT IN WASHOE.]

The discovery created great excitement. The news spread rapidly
throughout California, and all sorts of people, who could get away,
and many who could not, proceeded immediately to Washoe. Washoe was
the sensation of the day. The population increased with magical
rapidity. The whole country around was visited by prospectors, who
laid out claim after claim, staking out the whole region, and the
most extravagant stories were told concerning its wealth. The mining
recorder had a busy time of it, and took in a great many fees for his
work. The book of records was kept at a drinking saloon, and lay upon
the shelf behind the bar. Anybody could consult it who wished to, and
if a man made a location, and was not satisfied with it, he would
proceed to alter the record to suit himself. The result was that dates
and places in the book were very much altered, and it is difficult to
understand many of the claims.

Curious stories are told of the sharp practices of the miners and the
lawyers they engaged. It is said that during a mining suit in those
times, there was a controversy about a stump which was understood to
mark the boundary of a certain claim. The lawyer on one side one
afternoon produced several witnesses, who said they could swear to the
stump and its location. Next morning, the jury proceeded to the spot.
It was found that the stump had been removed during the night, and the
whole ground around was so carefully leveled and covered with loose
rock, that its former position could not be ascertained.

Gold mining was carried on as before, after the value of this blue
stuff had become known. It was no longer thrown away, but was
carefully gathered up and put in sacks and barrels for transport to
San Francisco. Comstock never made a fortune out of the discovery.
He sold out his interest for ten thousand dollars, most of which he
never received, and wandered off in another direction. He had numerous
infelicities of varied character, and finally died, in 1870, in
Montana.

[Sidenote: SCARCITY OF FOOD.]

Prices were high, for some time, at Washoe, owing to the immense
immigration, and scanty supply of provisions. It is said that in the
early part of 1860, hay was worth fifty cents a pound, and barley
forty cents. As it was too expensive to keep horses, many of the
miners shot them, or let them wander off in the hills and die of their
own accord. Flour was worth seventy-five cents a pound, coffee fifty
cents, and bacon forty cents. Lumber was worth two hundred dollars a
thousand, and other things were held at proportionate prices.

The community was not the most orderly in the world, and fights were
of frequent occurrence, so frequent that they became monotonous. The
weather was not altogether tropical in its character. There were
frequent sand and rain storms, in the spring, and settlers became
acquainted with what is known as the Washoe “Zephyr.”

This “Zephyr” is a wind that blows down from the mountains, at
irregular and unexpected intervals, and, as one of the residents
expressed it, “has no nonsense about it.” A man from that region once
described it to me as follows: “You may think you have seen wind some
times, but you haven’t until you go to Washoe. It takes the roof off
of houses; it will blow a donkey five miles over a mountain; and it
will shave the hair off the back of a bull-dog, if it happens to take
him tail-ways. That ‘zephyr’ is the reason so many men in Nevada have
lost their hair. A bald man has a good chance with it. A fellow with
a good thick crop has no show at all. When the ‘zephyr’ comes, the
air is full of sand, tin roofs, cats, old boxes, furniture, wagons,
anything and everything. It makes no difference. The only way to save
yourself from being blown off is to lie down on the ground and take
hold of something, and hold on there until the ‘zephyr’ is gone.”

[Sidenote: FIRST MINE UPON THE COMSTOCK LODE.]

The first mine upon the Comstock lode was known as the Ophir. The
first shafts that were sunk were merely round holes of no great depth,
and not constructed upon scientific principles; but as the value of
the mine became known, shafts were built in a scientific manner, and
lined with timber. The first hoisting apparatus was the common hand
windlass. That gave place to the horse-whim, and that, again, to steam
machinery. The first of the latter which was put in was during the
year 1860, and was a common fifteen horse-power engine. By the end of
1860, the mine had reached a depth of nearly two hundred feet. The
vein of rich ore was found to be forty-five feet wide. Nobody had ever
seen such a width before, and the miners were at a loss for means to
support the roof above. They sent to California for an experienced
engineer, and after his arrival, it took him several weeks to arrange
a suitable plan.

He arranged a system of “timbering in square sets,” which is still
used in all the mines of that region. Timbers were framed and kept
together in the shape of cribs, which can be carried up to any desired
height. If the vein is wide, the cribs are filled with waste rock,
which forms pillars of stone, and thus supports the mines. In 1861, an
engine of forty-five horse-power was put in, with an eight inch pump
and some improved machinery for hoisting purposes. This was thought to
be frightfully extravagant at the time, but, compared with the present
machinery, it is a most insignificant affair.

It may be well to explain, here, the meaning of the word which has now
become incorporated into our language, “bonanza.” It is a Spanish
word, meaning, practically, “in good luck,” or rich bodies of ore.
Opposed to it is the term “Borrasca,” meaning “in bad luck,” or in
barren rock. There are always, in the Nevada mines, some companies
which are working in Borrasca, while others are working in Bonanza,
and the great advance and decline in the values of the mining stock is
due to this fact. When a company is in Borrasca, its stock is low; in
Bonanza, there is a very rapid advance. In the latter part of 1870,
an immense bonanza was found in one of the mines. A few months before
this discovery, the stock of the mine sold at three dollars per share.
A few months afterward, it sold for $1,825 per share. Another mine,
whose stock had sold, previous to the discovery of the bonanza, at
a dollar and a half a share, rose to $1,525. During the excitement
growing out of the discovery of this “big bonanza,” the increase in
the mining stock on the Comstock lode was nearly fifty millions of
dollars.

The mines on the Comstock lode have swallowed millions of feet of
lumber. It is estimated that not less than eighty million feet are
annually lowered in the mines, never to be returned to the open air.
In a single mine, six million feet are consumed annually, and at the
same time, about two hundred and fifty thousand cords of wood. For
miles around, the mountains have been stripped of their forests, and
the country presents a wild and barren appearance. Nearly all the
mountains within fifty miles of Virginia City have been thus denuded.
Fuel has become so scarce and dear that search has been made for coal,
and it is now extensively used as fuel, though, at present, it costs
nearly as much as wood.

[Sidenote: EXTENT OF THE MINES.]

An idea of the extent of the mines may be formed by a glance at
the pay rolls. On the first of every month, over half a million
dollars are paid out to the employés. Of the principal companies,
the Consolidated Virginia pays $90,000, Crown Point $90,000, Belcher
$65,000. There are several whose pay rolls average from $20,000 to
$30,000 per month, and many companies whose figures exceed $10,000.
Then, in addition to this, are the wages of the men employed in the
mountains, cutting timber, and bringing it to the mine, and for other
kinds of work.

[Sidenote: YIELD OF THE COMSTOCK VEIN.]

The yield of the Comstock vein, in ten years, is estimated at two
hundred and twenty millions of dollars, or an average yield, annually,
of thirteen millions, seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars. In
1874, the yield exceeded twenty-two millions, and in subsequent years
it was larger.

The mines have been subject to the usual accidents of similar works
in all parts of the world. Many men have lost their lives there, from
falls through the shafts, from the breaking of cables, from falls of
rock, and various other causes. The mines have been on fire several
times, the gases generated from the earth assisting the burning of
the immense masses of timber. The heat in the mines is, at all times,
very great, and consequently the wood becomes exceedingly dry, and
liable to ignite at the slightest opportunity. Some of the fires are
attributed to spontaneous combustion, but it seems more probable that
they are the result of carelessness. Virginia City, which stands above
the mines, has also suffered very greatly from the same cause, and on
one occasion, almost the entire settlement was swept away, involving a
loss of millions of dollars.

But in spite of accidents, calamities, the rise and fall of stocks,
Washoe “zephyrs,” and other things, the work goes steadily on, and the
mines of Nevada, year after year, continue to hold their place as the
greatest and most remarkable silver mines in the world.

[Sidenote: WORKING A MINE.]

During the month of April, 1877, the shipments of the California
mine have been $1,600,000. If we read the brief announcement, every
month, on a certain day, that a certain mine has paid a dividend of
$1,080,000, we have not the slightest idea of what is necessary to
be done in order to make such an announcement possible. Every one
who ever owed a note in a bank, knows that thirty days is a very
brief period of time. To cause a mine to produce $60,000 in a single
day, is a tremendous feat; to continue this product daily, through
weeks and months, almost without variation, is a marvel. It takes
forethought, endurance, judgment, and nice calculation, such as
very few men possess in this world. The ore from which this mighty
yield is extracted, lies hid away almost a third of a mile below the
earth’s surface. It lies where consuming heat and baffling waters
join their forces to try and drive away the invading miner. While
the ore is being hoisted, every month, 1,250,000 feet of lumber
has to be lowered and put in position, to keep safe the weakening
caused by the mighty excavations. While one level is being worked,
another has to be explored, for a drain of 500 tons of ore per day
would soon level a mountain down. Then the Comstock is an uneasy
fissure. In a single week, sometimes the swell of the ground shivers
into splinters fourteen-inch square timbers. Shafts and drifts and
inclines and tracks have to be watched incessantly, for a mine,
like a glacier, seems ever to be working. This is all below ground.
Above the surface is a world of machinery, always to be kept in
order—steam engines, air engines, cables, cages, air pipes, pumps,
and all the multiplied devices intended to expedite the work and
lessen the dangers of mining. Five hundred men have to be lowered
into and hoisted from the depths daily. Three hundred cords of wood
have to be provided daily for fuel. And there must be no delays, no
serious accidents. The needed repairs must be anticipated and provided
for; the accidents must be anticipated and guarded against; the
explorations must be carried on months in advance; the supplies must
never fail. A vast space of forest land, thirty miles away, has to
be denuded of its timber, yearly, to fill the insatiate maw of this
one mine. It requires 15,000,000 feet of timber, and 100,000 cords
of wood, annually, to supply the mine, and to furnish fuel to hoist
and reduce the ores. How many can appreciate the ability necessary to
carry on this work without any mistakes? Many a man of mind sufficient
to accomplish the feat, would fail through sheer lack of physical
strength. The work means being up at five o’clock in the morning;
means two or three daily journeys into the depths, and when anything
unusual happens, it means standing guard day and night, like a ship’s
captain in a storm, until the trouble is over. It means a mind large
enough to take in the immense work going on at a glance, yet careful
enough to include its smallest details, and exact enough to anticipate
the wants of the enterprise months in advance. For ten months, the
California mine has monthly given up this tremendous yield.

[Sidenote: LIST OF BONANZAS.]

The following list of the bonanzas of the Comstock will be interesting
to all who are watching the marvelous history of that mammoth vein:

     1. Ophir and Mexican.—Discovered on the surface, and extended 500
     feet in depth. Average width of ore, 15 feet; cubical contents,
     112,000 tons; approximate value of ore, $22,000,000.

     2. Gould & Curry.—Extended from the surface to the depth of 500
     feet. Average width of ore, 15 feet; length along the vein, 500
     feet; cubical contents, 190,000 tons; value of ore, $37,500,000.

     3. Savage.—This was a continuation of the Curry bonanza, but
     not so rich. The ore continued down in the Savage claim to the
     very bottom of that mine, which is now 2,300 feet below the
     outcroppings.

     4. Hale & Norcross bonanza.—This body was struck at a depth of 450
     feet. It averaged 10 feet in width, was about 200 feet long, and
     stretched down to the 1,200 foot level. Cubical contents, 75,000
     tons; value, $5,500,000.

     5. Chollar Potosi bonanza.—struck at a depth of 500 feet; width of
     the vein worked, 100 feet; has extended with but few interruptions
     down to the present bottom of the mine, which is over 1,700 feet.
     Cubical contents, 1,500,000 tons; value, $24,000,000.

     6. Gold Hill bonanza.—This body extended from the surface to a
     depth of 500 feet, and for 300 feet on the vein. Contents, 300,000
     tons; value, $10,000,000.

     7. Yellow Jacket bonanza.—Discovered on the surface, and extended
     downward for over 700 feet. The ore on this body was quite poor,
     and never yielded much profit. Its total production was about
     $5,000,000.

     8. Kentucky bonanza.—300 feet long, 20 feet wide, and 400 feet
     deep. This ore was very rich. Contents, 100,000 tons; value,
     $10,000,000.

     9. Crown Point and Belcher bonanza.—Discovered on the 1,400 foot
     level, and extended downward for 600 feet. Is still producing in
     the Belcher. Contents, 1,500,000 tons; value, $50,000,000.

     10. Consolidated Virginia and California bonanza.—This last and
     greatest ore body which the lode has yet developed, was found by
     drifting eastward from the 1,500 foot level into what was supposed
     to be the last country rock. The bonanza lies above and below
     this, and is believed to contain $140,000,000. It extends for
     about 700 feet along the vein, is 600 feet in height, and nearly
     100 feet in width. Up to the present date, it has yielded over
     $30,000,000, though discovered less than two years ago, and is now
     producing at the rate of $120,000 per day.

The Comstock now furnishes employment for over 2,000 miners. Its daily
output of ore is nearly 2,000 tons, and its yield, for the year 1877,
will approach $50,000,000. One-half of this (or, more correctly, about
forty-two per cent.) is gold, and the balance silver. When the amount
of ore now in sight is taken out, the lode will have produced in all
something over $300,000,000 in precious metals.




VII.

SPECULATIONS IN NEVADA MINES.

     MINING SPECULATIONS.—SWINDLERS IN NEW YORK AND BOSTON.—THE
     AUTHOR’S EXPERIENCE.—HOW HE WAS CAUGHT.—THE HOOK AND THE WAY
     TO BAIT IT.—LIMITED INVESTMENT.—THE ADVENTURER’S STORY.—FACTS
     AND FIGURES.—THE ROMANCE, AND THE SUBSEQUENT REALITY.—ONE
     HUNDRED PER CENT. A MONTH.—IRISH DIVIDENDS.—EXPLOSION OF
     THE BUBBLE.—THE VICTIMS AND THEIR FATE.—NANKEEN TROUSERS IN
     WINTER.—AN ADVENTURER’S EXPERIENCE IN LONDON.—HOW HE CAUGHT A
     CAPITALIST.—HELD BY THE GLITTERING EYE.


Among the various mining operations, there are many in which there
are tunnels, and levels, and shafts of a metaphoric as well as of a
literal character. This is peculiarly the case in our great cities:
copper mines on Lake Superior, gold mines in Colorado and California,
silver mines in Nevada and Utah, iron mines in Pennsylvania and
elsewhere, have been exploited, in many instances, much more
successfully in New York and Boston than at the places where they are
located, or supposed to be located. In many instances, the mines which
are sold have no existence whatever; millions of dollars have been
paid in New York, Boston, Philadelphia, and other cities, for mines
which had no existence, or next to none.

[Illustration: SPECULATORS AT THE MINES.

DEMONSTRATING THE VALUE OF A SILVER MINE.

MINES AND MINING ON PAPER. FAMILIAR SCENES.]

[Sidenote: SELLING A SILVER MINE.]

Some years ago, it was my fortune to become infected with the silver
mining fever. It was at a time when speculators from the far West
and the Pacific coast were abundant, and their operations upon the
credulous and unsophisticated natives of Manhattan Island were
wonderful to behold, and became disagreeable to remember. What poor
innocents we were! I had had some experience with gold mines, and
other mines, and I knew, or ought to have known, that honesty did not
abound among their manipulators to any alarming extent. Most of those
who came to New York with mines for sale were men of pleasing, though
rough exterior, and their tongues were as flexible as the hair-spring
of a watch. They could talk the ears from a donkey without moving
a muscle; and the strangest part of it was, that the donkey would,
generally, lose his aural appendages without knowing it: he would
listen, and would deliberate, and, like the woman who deliberates,
he would be lost. His hand (on the supposition that a donkey
possesses hands) would go down to his pockets, and he would place the
money—whether honestly or dishonestly acquired nobody knew—into the
hands of the beguiling speculator; and the speculator thereupon would
retire to the fastnesses of his hotel, and waste the substance of the
verdant New Yorker in riotous living.

I was introduced to one of these adventurers, who owned a silver mine
of wonderful richness. Figures were exhibited, and a plan of the mine
was spread before us: it was a gorgeous parchment. The mine, with its
dips, and spurs, and angles, was carefully delineated.

There was a picture of a crushing mill in full operation, and there
was all the machinery portrayed on that parchment for running a
first-class mine. A dozen of us were invited to meet the speculator
the next day in a cosy little office where we could see specimens from
the mines.

The speculator was there at the appointed hour. We came, we saw, and
_he_ conquered: there was a fortune before us.

“Gentlemen,” said the speculator, “this is the finest mine within
forty miles of Frogtown.” Frogtown was the name of the city nearest
to the great mine; I believe he called it the Revenue mine—good name,
that, to enterprising men who wanted to increase their revenue.

[Sidenote: A GLITTERING BAIT.]

“Gentlemen,” he continued, “before this mine was discovered a good
many people around Frogtown talked of moving away, but as soon as it
was opened nobody wanted to leave. The population has increased a
thousand per cent. in three months, and it will continue to increase
quite as fast; in a year from now we will have a population of fifty
thousand, and we can employ three thousand men at least in and around
the Revenue. I won’t sell the whole of it, gentlemen; you have not
money enough in New York to buy the whole of this mine; but what I
want is to raise money to develop it. There is a mine there worth a
hundred millions of dollars, at the very least; but you see it may be
worth millions of dollars, and at the same time it will want money to
develop it.”

“I don’t exactly understand,” said I, “why you came all the way to New
York to get money if the mine is so rich.”

“Why, the thing is very plain,” said he; “the people that came there
have a use for all their money. Money is readily worth twenty-five per
cent. a month at Frogtown, and it is hard to get it at that; men can
do so much better there.

“I have in mind, now, a man who came there over six months ago with
two thousand dollars; he has invested it in such a way that it is
returning him four thousand dollars a month. Any man who knows
anything about the business there, will readily put in his money where
it will make him a fortune: it is the best place in the world for
investing money.”

“That does not answer the question,” said another: “why can’t you get
the money in some place near Frogtown, from people who know about your
mine, and know how rich it is? and, any way, if you have so valuable a
mine, why do you want to raise money?”

The Frogtown adventurer smiled a sarcastic smile, as if amused at the
ignorance of the questioner. The smile was brief, but convincing, and
gave full weight to the statement which followed it.

“Suppose now,” said he, “that you are in a house where you had a clear
title to anything you discover. Going through the cellar of the house,
you find an iron chest: you strike that chest, and you are sure you
hear money rattle inside of it. You attempt to lift it, but find it
too heavy: now what do you want to do? Plainly you want to open the
chest; but it is firmly locked and is very solid. You look around for
some implement with which you can break it open, but nothing of the
sort can be found. There may be other men standing around, but nobody
among them has any tools that will help you. You look all through the
house, but not a tool can be discovered: plainly you must go out of
that house to find something that will help you to get at your money.

“Now, that is exactly the fix that we are in: our mine is the money
chest, Frogtown is the cellar, and Nevada is the house. To open that
mine, to make the shafts and to get the machinery, we must have
money. The silver is there, plenty of it; but before we can put it
into the market we must dig it out and refine it, and that is exactly
the position. Your money chest will be of no use to you until it is
opened, neither is the mine of any use until it is at work. You might
have a property worth a million of dollars and not have a shilling to
buy your breakfast with.”

[Sidenote: PLAUSIBILITY OF A SWINDLER.]

He repeated that winning smile, and we were convinced.

He continued, “I will not sell the whole mine for all the money in New
York, but I am ready to put it into a stock company, and sell half of
it for sixty thousand dollars; and as soon as the money is paid in, we
can go to work and develop the mine. It will return you, gentlemen, a
hundred per cent. a month on your investment, and it will begin to pay
dividends within three months, and the dividends, gentlemen, will be
paid in coin, dollar for dollar.”

This was better still; gold was then at a high premium, or, what
amounted to the same thing, greenbacks were at a heavy discount.
Twelve hundred per cent. a year in coin was something not to be
despised. We thought we ought to get more for our investment, but were
willing to begin at that rate.

We made up the company, and were only allowed to put in one thousand
dollars each. The speculator was a philanthropist: he wished to
benefit as many as possible of his fellow-men; he would not consent
that so great a blessing should be enjoyed by a few. “I want,” said
he, “as many men as possible to have an interest is this matter. I
want to show everybody that I am dealing fairly and honorably; and to
satisfy you that everything is correct, I have plenty of references.”

[Sidenote: IN ON THE GROUND FLOOR.]

He mentioned several gentlemen more or less well known.

Among them was one who, by a lucky circumstance, was in the very
building where we were assembled. He was sent for, and came to our
meeting.

He confirmed all that had been said by the rosy-lipped speculator; in
fact, he confirmed a great deal more than had been said by the latter.
Our thoughts, as we listened to him, were like those of the Queen of
Sheba when she looked at the bank account of King Solomon.

We hastened to pay our money and secure our shares of the greatest
silver mine of this or any other age. In a few days we obtained the
certificates of our stock. They were beautiful specimens of the
lithographer’s art, and nearly as large as a first-class morning
newspaper. Of course there could be no doubt of the genuineness of an
undertaking that was set forth on certificates like these.

Time passed on; that is to say, a few weeks passed on. We visited the
office of the company every day or two, and heard nothing but the most
glowing accounts. We heard daily of unfortunate and grief-stricken
individuals who had been left out in the cold, who were seeking
frantically to obtain some of the Revenue stock, but found, to their
sorrow, that none was to be had. Each of us had invested his one
thousand dollars, and was not allowed to invest more. Those miserable
beings who had not been in on the ground floor, and were anxious to
buy, were offering,—so we were told,—a hundred per cent. advance for
shares, but none of us would sell. We scorned to double our money when
we should soon begin to receive every month an amount equal to our
investment. Never did a bull-dog cling with more tenacity to the under
jaw of another bull-dog than we clung to the stock of the Revenue.

[Sidenote: MORE MONEY.]

But soon our picture of coming wealth began to lose its brightness.
Our first dividend was an Irish one. As soon as the sixty thousand
dollars were paid in, we were told that the sixty thousand dollars had
gone for the purchase of the mine; that is to say, our half interest
in it. Thirty thousand dollars were now needed for the purchase of a
mill. Of what use would be a mine without a mill?

We admitted the force of this reasoning, and, not without much
grumbling, we raised the money to purchase the mill. With the
innocence of toothless and milk-imbibing infants we supposed that the
purchase of a mill would put our mine in a paying condition.

The mill was bought, and then we were told that money was required
for transporting it from San Francisco to Frogtown. About that time
I began to see a hole through the ladder, and concluded there was
a large-sized cat in that beautiful meal tub. I determined to send
no more good money after bad money, and refused to pay any more
assessments.

Some of my friends, however, who had gone into the enterprise,
determined to stick to it. They paid the money on their share, or as
much as was required for the transportation of the mill. When this
was done, there was a call for more money to purchase a steam engine.
Then the confounded engine had to be transported from San Francisco
to Frogtown. More money. Then a mill site had to be purchased. More
money. Then the mill site must be prepared for setting up the mill
and machinery. More money. Next, the mill must be set up. More money.
Next, a wood ranche must be bought; you could not run a mill without
fuel. More money. Next, a shaft must be opened. More money. Next,
a road must be built from the mine to the mill. More money. Next,
chemicals must be bought for extracting the silver from the crushed
ore. More money. And so it went on.

One after another my friends dropped out of the enterprise, and if
they had not dropped out, I believe that every month would have
brought forth some new device for tapping their pockets. Every one
of them who stuck to the speculation longer than I did, became as
financially dry as the middle of the Desert of Sahara.

“I’ll tell you what it is,” said one of them; “I have speculated in
this silver mine all summer, and now I must wear nankeen pants and
gaiter shoes all winter. A sitting of draw poker with one of those
Mississippi fellows, who ‘does not know anything about the game,’
but somehow cleans you out before you leave the table, is nothing
compared to speculating in a silver mine.”

I fancy that a great many men could tell a story very much like this.
The game was cautiously and carefully played. We were baited with that
very gaudy fly which only allowed us to put in a thousand dollars
each. We did not see the point at first, but we saw it afterwards.

When a man has invested a small sum of money he is more likely to let
the swindler go unprosecuted that if his investment is a large one.
Had we invested five, ten, or twenty thousand each in the enterprise,
according to our financial condition, we should have devoted time,
and trouble, and money to the prosecution of the speculator and his
fellow-conspirators; but as our investment was comparatively small, we
allowed the matter to drop. And then we were more readily deluded than
if a larger sum had been demanded.

Swindling in mining speculations has become an exact science, and to
carry on a swindle successfully requires a good knowledge of human
nature, and of the expense of lawsuits.

[Sidenote: COLLAPSE OF THE REVENUE.]

The Revenue silver mine never paid a dollar to anybody, except to the
man who sold it. A small quantity of machinery, and a steam engine,
of about four dog power, were transported to Frogtown and set up; but
they were seized afterwards, and held for a claim of the San Francisco
iron merchant.

A shaft was sunk—that is, a hole was dug—about six feet deep, where
there was no more prospect of finding silver than in the back yard of
a Fourth Ward boarding-house. The deepest and most profitable shaft of
the Revenue silver mine was sunk in the pockets of those who bought it.

As for the speculator, I believe he subsequently died in Nevada. As
John Phœnix would say, “He was one day addressing a large audience,
and when his speech was concluded, he dropped from the end of the
wagon where he was standing, and the rope which fastened him to the
tree being too short, he fell, and broke his neck.” At any rate, I saw
his name one day in a paragraph from a territorial newspaper, which
read about as follows:—

[Sidenote: A NECK-TIE SOCIABLE.]

“John Smith, equine abductor, was treated to a neck-tie sociable
yesterday morning at sunrise, under the largest tree that could be
found in the vicinity. The boys got up a nice surprise party for him.”

The day of mining speculation of this sort has not passed away, but
the capitalists of New York and other eastern cities have had their
eyes opened, and are not so easily taken in as they were of old.

Some of the enterprising speculators have transferred the scene of
their operations to Europe, and are making very profitable shafts and
tunnels in the money bags of the capitalists of the old world. I know
some of them who have gone there with mining claims, which they have
represented to be worth millions of dollars, though not really worth
ten cents, and they have returned to America with a goodly amount of
capital.

I once heard one of these gentlemen tell his experience with a heavy
capitalist in London. “The old fellow,” said he, “was very cautious. I
had a talk with him two or three times, and finally brought him some
magnificent specimens. He looked at them very quietly, and then asked,—

“‘How much of this stuff is there?’

“‘O,’ said I, carelessly, “any quantity of it. There are five or six
thousand tons of it in sight—right on the surface of the ground. The
vein is ten feet wide. We have a claim five hundred yards long, and we
think it is at least two thousand feet deep, and the farther down you
go, the richer it gets.’

“The old fellow took the specimens once more, and I saw his eyes
glisten. I knew then that I had him. The next day I sold him the mine,
and got the money. Once I had got it, you bet I took a train for
Paris; and I have not been in London since.”




VIII.

MINES AND MINING ENTERPRISES OF NORTH AFRICA.

     MINING AMONG THE MOORS, BERBERS, AND ARABS—THE FRENCH
     CONQUEST—GEOLOGICAL SURVEYS—MINERAL WEALTH OF ALGERIA—A WONDERFUL
     IRON MINE—_MOKTU-EL-HADID_—HOW THE MINE IS WORKED—VISIT TO A
     MOUNTAIN OF SALT—A REMARKABLE FORMATION—ARTESIAN WELLS IN THE
     DESERT—SCENE AT THE OPENING OF ONE—EFFECTS ON THE PALM TREE—A
     PROPOSED INLAND SEA—THE SUEZ CANAL AND ITS HISTORY—HOW IT WAS
     MADE—ADVANTAGES TO THE WORLD’S COMMERCE.


Northern Africa is a country of great mineral wealth, but it has
been only slightly developed. The Moors, Berbers, Arabs, and other
inhabitants of that region have never been famous for their mining
industry. They have very little knowledge of geology, and understand
the working of only a few metals. Most of the gold and silver which
they make into filigree and other jewelry comes from Europe; in fact,
they have no mines of these metals that are worth mentioning, and when
their supply from Europe has been cut off by war or for other reasons,
they were obliged to bring it by a long journey from Timbuctoo and
other points to the South. The Moors that occupied Spain took back
with them, at the time of their expulsion, a knowledge of mining, but
they seem to have lost it almost completely in the course of two or
three generations.

Among the native people of Northern Africa, the Kabyles, in Algeria,
seem to possess more mining knowledge than any other tribe. They
have been quite industrious in working the iron mines which abound
in their country, and many of their processes display considerable
ingenuity. They are excellent workers in iron and steel, and some of
their knives, sword-blades, and other tools and weapons, are of a fine
quality, and admit of a high polish and finish. Their gun-barrels
have long been famous throughout Africa, and the terrible execution
of which they are capable has been practically demonstrated on many
battle-fields.

Down to 1830, with the exception of an occasional brief period, no
part of Northern Africa had been occupied by any European power. Spain
had several times occupied small portions of Morocco and Algeria, and
the English and French had shown their force by descents upon the
coast, but none of these changes had more than a few years’ duration.
But in 1830, a new state of affairs began.

[Sidenote: FRENCH ARMIES INVADE EGYPT.]

France was exasperated by the depredations of Algerine pirates and
the perfidy of the Bey of Algiers. She sent an expedition, which
landed a few miles from Algiers, and in less than a fortnight the Bey
was a prisoner on his way into exile, and his city, with an immense
accumulation of treasure, fell into the hands of the invaders.

The French went to Algeria to stay, and they have carried out their
intention. They sent their armies to overrun and occupy the country,
and for years kept up an energetic warfare, until the Arabs were
conquered. There have been occasional insurrections, some of them of
considerable magnitude, but all have been unsuccessful, and there
is at present no power in Algeria which can drive out the French.
They have created harbors, have opened railways, have made hundreds
of miles of wagon-roads, have introduced new modes of agriculture,
planted forests, and taken many other means necessary to a permanent
occupation. The country is progressing rapidly, and at present few of
the wealthy and prosperous Arabs would be willing to exchange the new
state of affairs for the old. There are many natives who would like to
see the French expelled, but they are not among the most influential
classes.

One of the first things which attracted the attention of the
French, was the question of mining. In the very first year of their
occupation, a geological survey of the country was ordered, and a
corps of engineers was sent from France for that purpose.

Their report was of the most favorable character. They found copper,
lead, silver, zinc, mercury—bath cinnabar, and sulphide—and in
several places they discovered gold, but not in paying quantities.
Many concessions for working these mines have been granted; some of
them have been profitable, while others have been the reverse, owing
chiefly to the lack of means of transportation. The steady increase
in the number of railways and wagon-roads is doing much toward the
development of these mines, and rendering profitable the working of
those which have thus far been managed at a loss.

[Sidenote: EXPLORATIONS OF THE IRON MINES.]

But the greatest mineral wealth of Algeria is in its iron mines,
which abound all along the coast, and so near to it that the matter
of transportation is of no great consequence. The ore is of a
remarkably good quality, as it contains very little sulphur, arsenic,
and phosphorus, which frequently render otherwise valuable material
almost worthless. Much of it contains a great deal of manganese, which
is very useful in smelting and reducing the metal, and renders it
unnecessary to supply that article in making the flux. The ore is so
rich that it pays to transport it to England, even though it comes in
competition with the iron ores of that country.

The principal use of this Algerian iron is for manufacture into
Bessemer steel, and it is said to be vastly superior to all other iron
for this purpose. The advance in iron and steel in the past few years
has been greatly to the advantage of the iron miners in Algeria, and
the most of them are making their fortunes with great rapidity.

One of the richest mines in the country is near Bone, in the Province
of Constantine. During a journey through Algeria, I paid a visit to
that place, and embraced the opportunity to investigate the iron
question.

The mine is nothing more or less than a mountain of iron. It is known
in Arabic as _Moktu-el-Hadid_, and was worked very slightly by the
Kabyles, previous to the French occupation. The place is nineteen
miles from Bone, and a railway connects the mine with the harbor. It
is so arranged that the ore, which is piled into the cars at the mine,
can be dumped into the holds of the ships in the harbor.

At first glance, you would not suppose this mountain to be of any
special value. It looks not unlike the famous Iron Mountain of
Missouri, but is more irregular, and is not covered in the same way
with trees and bushes. But as you examine closer, you see that the
mountain is no common affair.

[Sidenote: DESCRIPTION OF THE VALUE OF THE MINES.]

In some places, the mineral crops up above the surface of the ground,
and all that is necessary is to blast it away and cart it off. In
other places, it appears in veins which are always very thick, and
in a slanting position; they rest upon beds of mica-schist, and are
covered with a layer of indurated clay, mingled with nodules of iron
ore. The ore contains sixty-four per cent. of pure iron; the annual
exportation is about half a million tons, and sometimes exceeds that
amount. The profit, clear and clean after deducting every thing, is
about half a million dollars, or one dollar on each ton of ore taken
out. The owners of the mine have a valuable property, and are not
inclined to sell it, or to take in partners.

There are other iron mines in Algeria, but none of them are so large
or so profitable as the one I have just described. The labor is
performed partly by Arab workmen, and partly by Frenchmen. The Arabs
are very largely employed, and are quite industrious and reliable. The
Kabyles are considered the best and can generally command a trifle
more wages than the men of the other tribes for the same work. They
come to the cities in search of employment, and after accumulating a
certain sum of money, return home contented. Their wants are few, and
they live very cheaply.

While I was in Algeria, I made a journey south to the Desert of
Sahara. In the desert proper no mines of iron, gold, or silver are to
be found, but there are some curious mines of salt, which have been
known to the Arabs for thousands of years.

One day the guide called the attention of my companion and myself to a
mountain of a peculiar bluish appearance, unlike those that surrounded
it. Like all the other mountains in the desert, it had not a particle
of vegetation upon it, and we could see no difference between that and
the rest, except in its color. I asked what it was.

“It is the famous mountain of salt,” said the guide.

[Sidenote: HOW THE ARABS OBTAIN THEIR SALT.]

This information caused us to look again, and more intently.
Herodotus, the Greek historian, who flourished more than two thousand
years ago, traveled through this country, and describes five mountains
of salt. This which was before us was one of the five.

As we came nearer, we could see that it presented a rough and broken
surface, and had evidently been thrown up by some violent convulsion
of the earth. That it is the result of an upheaval, is shown by the
presence, at the top, of certain layers of sand and marine shells
which are found lower down in the plain.

The salt stands in pillars and columns, and in great masses many tons
in weight. Salt enough to pickle all the beef in the world could be
obtained from this mountain, and then there would be enough left for
the preservation of the mutton, pork, and other meats that need the
aid of strong brine to keep them properly, and even then there would
be a great deal of salt to spare.

During the winter, the rain loosens the blocks and causes crevices to
form in the mass of salt rock. The Arabs go there in the spring and
break away these blocks by the aid of iron bars; then they knock them
to pieces with large hammers, and thus get them into proper shape for
transportation. For thousands of years, they have thus been at work
on this mountain, taking all they want, but the supply is not by any
means exhausted. The quarries are not constantly worked, as the demand
for the salt is not very great. The mountain is so far from the coast
that it does not pay to carry the salt there, and consequently the
demand is purely local.

There is a similar mountain, though much smaller, some distance away
to the west. It is more curious in some respects, there being a stream
of water which passes it, and has worn a great many pits, caverns, and
cavities in the mass of salt. Before reaching the rock, the stream is
perfectly fresh, but very soon it becomes impregnated with salt. The
stalactites and pillars are very curious in their formation, and when
the sun shines upon them they sparkle like great masses of diamonds.
In some places, the crystals of salt jut over the edge of the little
stream, and occasionally they fall just a little short of forming an
arch.

[Sidenote: THE FRENCH SUPPLY THE DESERT WITH WATER.]

In the desert proper, the French have done something to advance growth
by boring Artesian wells. The great need of the desert is water,
and many thousands of square miles of land, on which there is not a
blade of grass or plant, might be rendered fertile if any means could
be devised to supply them with water. The French have given a great
deal of study to this subject, but as none of them are possessed of
the power of Moses to bring water from a rock where apparently none
existed, they have not yet covered the desert with palm trees and
wheat fields.

The palm tree must have water to keep it alive. The Arabs say it lives
with its head in the fire and its foot in the water; it seems to be
happy with the burning sun of the desert, and not even the hottest
rays which the heavens can pour down can disturb it in the least so
long as its foot is properly bathed. Take away its supply of water,
and it dies in a short time. It must be watered twice a week; there
is generally a ditch around the foot of the tree, and this ditch is
filled either from a canal or with water carried in buckets or skins.
About a barrel full of the liquid is needed for each tree.

It will thus be seen that the limit of a palm oasis in the desert may
be sometimes determined by the water supply. I have seen thousands of
acres of desert land, possessing no value whatever, which would have
been far different had there been a running and reliable stream or
spring in their vicinity.

The French determined to improve the supply of water, and in this
way increase the value of the country both to themselves and the
Arabs. The first attempt was made at the oasis of Tuggurt, in 1856.
The apparatus was taken there on camels’ backs, with a great deal of
trouble, and finally set at work.

After five weeks of labor the drill struck a water course under the
gypsum, at a depth of about two hundred feet. An immense spring gushed
out with such force that very little strength was required for
removing the tools. It flowed about a thousand gallons a minute, and
has been flowing at that rate ever since.

The natives were wild with delight. They danced and sung, and made a
great many manifestations of joy, not only on the occasion of opening
the well, but for days and weeks afterwards. Ever since then, similar
scenes have been enacted in other parts of the desert occupied by
the French, whenever a well is opened. The culture of dates has
been enormously extended by the planting of new groves wherever the
wells are made, and both the natives and their conquerors have found
the enterprise of mutual advantage. Sometimes the wells are salt or
brackish, but the date palm does not mind any little trifle like that.
Whether the water which is supplied to it is fresh or salt, hot or
cold, does not seem to make any difference to the tree. It prospers
and grows and produces fruit all the same.

[Sidenote: INLAND LAKE IN THE DESERT.]

A part of the desert is below the level of the Mediterranean, and
some of the scientific men and others interested in the development
of Algeria, have proposed to dig a canal from the sea, and allow this
empty space to be filled. They would thus create an inland lake on
which steamers could run, and which could furnish a vast supply of
water to groves of palm trees along its shores. But the enterprise is
not likely to be undertaken, for a variety of reasons.

In the first place, the cost would be something enormous, and quite
out of proportion to the result proposed. The cutting or canal would
be more than a hundred miles long, and for quite a distance, forty or
fifty feet deep.

The distance which could be flooded is variously estimated from twenty
to forty thousand square miles. Of course the land covered by the
water would be of no use, and it includes many prosperous oases of
date palms, which would have far more water than they need in order to
bear fruits. To start with, there would thus be a heavy loss.

The effect upon the climate of Europe of the proposed inland sea
has been much discussed. The whole of France owes its warm,
genial climate to the hot winds which blow from Africa across the
Mediterranean, and do not lose their soothing temperature till they
reach the North Sea and the Baltic. Africa thus becomes a vast furnace
to supply Europe with hot air. It is feared by many of the scientific
men who have studied the matter, that the inland sea would partially
or completely change the climate. The winds would absorb the moisture,
and thus form vast rain clouds; instead of conveying warmth and dry
air to southern Europe, they would be cool and laden with rain. The
grapes would decay upon the vines without ripening; sunny France would
be no longer so, and Paris would become as cold as Berlin, and as
dreary as London. Doubtless this is an overstatement of the case, but
the risk that any of these events might happen outweighs the probable
good which the inland sea might accomplish.

[Sidenote: THE SUEZ CANAL.]

Not altogether distinct from mining matters, as it certainly required
a vast deal of excavating, is the Suez Canal—a French enterprise
of the greatest magnitude. The plan for making a canal between the
Mediterranean and Red seas is very old, and has received a great
deal of attention from ancient times to the present. One important
difference between the canal of to-day and those of the olden time
is in its direct course from sea to sea, which makes it altogether
a salt-water canal. The old plans were in favor of tapping the Nile
and connecting the river with the Red Sea, so that a portion of the
route would be a fresh-water one. The size of modern ships rendered it
necessary to abandon the Nile scheme altogether, as the shallowness
of the river would not permit the passage of the ordinary sea-going
vessel, even if we leave unconsidered those vast specimens of the
naval architect’s skill which are the pride and boast of all maritime
nations.

According to Herodotus and other writers, “the first to attempt the
construction of the canal to the Red Sea,” was Pharaoh Necho II, one
of the Egyptian kings, who reigned about six hundred and ten years
before Christ. His canal left the Nile at Bubastis, near Zagazig,
and followed along a valley leading toward the Red Sea, which then
extended much farther inland than it does at present. Pliny estimates
the length of this canal at sixty-two Roman miles, or fifty-seven
English ones, and modern measurements show that these figures were
very nearly correct. Herodotus estimates the distance from the Red Sea
to the mouth of the Nile at one hundred and fourteen miles, and he
says that 120,000 men perished while cutting it. This is probably an
exaggeration or a slip of the pen, as he doubtless meant to say that
that number of men was engaged in the work.

The canal was not finished during the reign of Necho II. The work
was continued by his successors, and finally completed, but it was
neglected, and the drifting sands soon filled the canal and made it
useless. It remained so for centuries, though several attempts were
made to clear it out. It is said to have been re-opened about the
year 1000 of our era, by one of the Arab sultans, but it was again
neglected, with the same result as before.

[Sidenote: PLAN OF NAPOLEON FOR DIGGING A CANAL.]

In modern times, the first to take up the subject and give it careful
attention, was the emperor Napoleon, at the time of his conquest of
Egypt in 1798. He personally examined the traces of the canal made by
Necho and his successors, and ordered one of his engineers to make a
careful survey of the route, to ascertain what difference there might
be between the levels of the two seas.

This engineer reported a difference of thirty feet, and as this would
render it impossible to make a direct canal without locks, a scheme
was projected for making use of a portion of the Nile, as in the olden
time, and having a system of locks where the salt-water canal joined
the river. But the chances of war interfered, as the French were
compelled to evacuate Egypt before the plan had been reported.

Nothing more was done until 1846, when a mixed commission was
appointed to investigate the matter. They exploded the old error of a
difference of level, and showed that the height of the water on each
side was so nearly the same as to make no appreciable difference.
Further than to establish this fact, the commission did not go, except
to draw up some elaborate plans, which never amounted to anything.

[Sidenote: HOW THE CANAL WAS PLANNED AND DUG.]

In 1855, a project was completed by M. de Lesseps, for a canal without
locks, and this is the scheme which has been successfully carried out
by the Suez Canal Company. Some of the details were changed, but none
of them are of any serious consequence.

It would require too much space to record all the diplomatic and
other negotiations that attended the inception of the scheme, and the
various means adopted to secure the funds necessary for conducting the
work. The financial part of it was quite as difficult as the labor of
the engineers, and several times it looked as though the enterprise
must be abandoned altogether. The whole capital required by the canal,
from commencement to completion, was about seventeen million pounds
sterling, or eighty-five millions of dollars!

The work of excavating was begun on the 25th of April, 1859, by a
few laborers who dug a small ditch in the presence of M. de Lesseps
and four directors of the company, on the spot selected for the
Mediterranean mouth of the canal. Immediately after this working,
encampments were established all along the line, and the enterprise
was earnestly pushed. At first, the work was performed without any
machinery. Men and donkeys were the active force, the former armed
with shovels, and the latter having a couple of baskets hung across
their backs.

A native would fill the baskets with sand and drive the donkey on.
They proceeded to where the burden was to be deposited, and when they
arrived there, the baskets were emptied, and the donkey was driven
back for a fresh load.

But it was found that the removal from agriculture and their other
usual employments of the men necessary for digging the canal, was a
serious interference with the affairs of the country. Twenty thousand
men were required every month, and the drain was found to be so great
that, in 1863, the Khedive refused to furnish them.

Matters then came to a stand still, and the company set about
replacing manual labor with machinery. Various machines were devised
before success was reached, and the magnificent dredges were made,
by which the canal was finished. What was at first thought to be
a misfortune proved an advantage, as the dredges were far more
economical than manual labor, and enabled the company to finish the
work much sooner than would have been possible under the old plan.

[Sidenote: THE FINISHING OF THE CANAL.]

The canal was finished in the latter part of 1869, and opened for
traffic on the 17th of November of that year. Forty-eight ships went
from Port Said to Suez, on that day and the next, carrying guests
who had been invited to the ceremonies. All nations of the world may
be said to have taken part in the affair, which was on a magnificent
scale, and cost many thousands of dollars to the Khedive of Egypt
and the canal company. When the ceremonies were over, the canal was
formally opened for business, and has been open ever since.

The canal is a hundred miles long from Suez to Port Said. The
following figures of its dimensions will be found interesting:

                                                      FEET.
  Width at water line, where banks are low,            328
  Width at water line, where banks are high,           190
  Width at bottom,                                      72
  Depth,                                                26
  <DW72> of bank near water line, one foot in five.

At frequent intervals there are wide spaces where ships may pass, and
there are three lakes which were formed by the filling of depressions
in the desert. These lakes are pretty sheets of water, and one of
them—Lake Timsah—has become a pleasure resort where the people of
Cairo go to enjoy salt-water bathing.

The advantages of the canal to the commerce of the world are very
great. The old routes have been partially abandoned for the new one,
and at present the movement of steamers through the canal averages
more than a hundred a month each way, not to speak of sailing ships
and smaller craft. The saving of distance by the canal may be shown by
the following table.

                                    VIA CAPE OF       VIA      DISTANCE
                                     GOOD HOPE.   SUEZ CANAL.   SAVED.
  England to Bombay (nautical miles),  10,860        6,020      4,840
  New York to Bombay,       “   “      11,520        7,920      3,600
  St. Petersburg to Bombay, “   “      11,610        6,770      4,840
  Marseilles to Bombay,     “   “      10,560        4,620      5,940




IX.

ADVENTURES OF DIVERS.

  GOING UNDER WATER.—PEARL DIVING.—COSTUME OF THE DIVERS.—HOW
  THEY DESCEND.—OBTAINING THE PEARL OYSTERS.—DIVING-BELLS.—HOW
  THEY ARE MADE.—ADVANTAGES AND DISADVANTAGES.—ADVENTURES
  IN DIVING-BELLS.—SUBMARINE ARMOR.—ITS CONSTRUCTION
  AND USE.—A DIVER’S ADVENTURE.—A HORRIBLE SIGHT.—THE
  DIVER’S STORY.—A PEARL DIVER AND A SHARK.—A NARROW
  ESCAPE.—STRATEGY IN THE WATER.—PEARL DIVING.—PREPARATORY
  STEPS TO BE TAKEN.—PREPARING FOR THE SEVERE TASK.—TRAINING
  THE PAPOOSES IN MEXICO.—HOW TO AVOID SHARKS AND
  DOG-FISH.—THE WAYS THAT ARE DARK, AND THE TRICKS
  THAT ARE VAIN.


To go under the water is pretty nearly as difficult as to go under
the earth. Man is not made to live in the water, although he has been
known to pass many hours there without touching land. A great many
persons seem to have a dread of water in any shape. They rarely bathe,
and never drink the liquid when they can obtain anything stronger.
It frequently becomes necessary for men to go beneath the surface of
the water, exploring the wrecks of ships, and searching for valuable
things that are to be found with a varying quantity of fathoms above
them. In the East Indies, and in South America, and other parts of the
world, the primitive form of diving without any apparatus whatever has
been popular for many hundreds of years. The pearl divers of the East
are dressed in a costume somewhat resembling that of the famous Greek
Slave, minus her fetters. The diver, when preparing to go below, arms
himself with a pick, with which to break away the pearl oysters. He is
provided with a stone weighing forty or fifty pounds, and attached to
a rope several feet in length. Filling his lungs with air, he grasps
the rope in his hand, and then jumps from the side of the boat into
the water. The weight of the stone carries him down. When he reaches
the bottom, he detaches the oysters from the rocks, places them in
a bag at his side, and then rises with his prize to the surface.
Ordinarily he does not remain more than a minute, or a minute and a
half, below the surface, though instances have been known of pearl
divers who would remain as long as four or five minutes under the
water. Of course he can only remain as long as the air which has been
taken into his lungs will last him, and every one who tries to hold
his breath knows that this cannot be for a long time.

The diver generally closes his nostrils with a split stick, or
something of the sort, to prevent the entrance of the water, and he
is very careful to keep his mouth tightly shut. Water and air do not
mix well in one’s lungs, and no man has ever yet invented a system of
breathing water instead of air. At the depth to which the pearl diver
descends, the pressure of the water causes a very unpleasant sensation
in the ears, and before he has made many subaqueous journeys the drum
of the ear is generally broken. The breakage of the ear-drum causes no
serious injury beyond rendering the person who has undergone it hard
of hearing, and instances have been known of divers becoming entirely
deaf in consequence of the injury to their ears.

[Illustration: PEARL DIVING IN THE EAST INDIES.]

[Sidenote: IMPROVEMENTS IN DIVING.]

[Sidenote: DIVING-BELLS.]

As an improvement upon the primitive form of diving, the Diving-Bell
was invented. It is called a bell on account of its shape, and not
in consequence of any sonorous quality. It is constructed in the
general shape of a bell, or an inverted tumbler; it is lowered, mouth
downwards, into the water by means of ropes attached to a ship, a
boat, or the arm of a derrick projecting over the water. Generally,
however, it is let down from a ship’s side. The earliest diving-bells
had no arrangement for supplying them with air. After the quantity
within the bell was exhausted, the diver gave a signal by means
of a rope, and the bell was drawn to the surface. At present the
diving-bell has a flexible rubber tube attached to it, by which it is
constantly supplied with fresh air, so that a diver may remain several
hours under water without suffering for want of a pure atmosphere.
The foul air is let out through a valve in the top of the bell, and
is constantly rising in the shape of little bubbles. The pure air
is forced down by means of a pump, which must be kept in steady
operation. As long as this pump is at work, and the bubbles are
rising from the bell, those above can be assured that everything is
satisfactory; but let the bubbles cease to rise, and it is instantly
known that something is going wrong.

As the bell descends below the surface, the pressure of the air
becomes very great, being equal to the pressure of the water. A dense
atmosphere of this sort has many peculiarities. It is easy enough
to breathe, but the pressure on the drum of the ear is frequently
inconvenient. An ordinary whisper will sound as loud as the customary
tones of the voice, and if there are two persons in the bell, and one
of them speaks as he would naturally speak in the open air, he will
seem to the other to be shouting with the full power of his lungs. A
slight blow upon any metallic substance within the bell will sound
like a very heavy one, and any noise that would cause no inconvenience
in the open air may become absolutely painful in the dense atmosphere
in the inside of a diving-bell.

A diving-bell must be made very heavy to carry it downward, and large
weights are generally placed around its mouth. A shelf inside serves
as a seat for the occupant, and when it is lowered to the bottom,
the ground can be leisurely surveyed or examined for whatever object
the diver has in view. Sometimes, when two persons descend in a
bell, one of them may leave the bell by diving into the water, and
then returning, but he cannot go very far. Submarine armor, however,
enables him to go quite a distance away from the bell, and return
at his leisure. Submarine armor possesses many advantages over the
ordinary diving-bell. A man encased in a submarine suit can remain
under water for a long time, and move about pretty much as he likes.

[Sidenote: SUBMARINE ARMOR.]

Submarine armor consists of a water-proof suit, completely encasing
the body of the wearer. It is put on in two sections; the trousers
have shoes attached to them, with heavy leaden soles, and at the waist
they are firmly fastened to a metallic ring. The upper part of the
suit covers the arms, the head, and the chest, and the lower part
of it is fastened to a ring which exactly meets the other. The upper
part of the suit is put on, and after it the second, or lower part.
The two rings are then fastened together by means of screws, and a
thin band of rubber upon them excludes both air and water. The head
of the diver is enclosed in a helmet made of brass or other metal,
and having a thick plate of glass in front. Air is conveyed inside
this helmet by means of a rubber tube, and an air pump must be kept
in constant operation, to supply the man in armor with the necessary
amount of air. The foul air escapes through a valve in the top, just
as it escapes from the top of the diving-bell. A suit of clothing
of this sort does not add to the beauty of its wearer; it is very
cumbersome, and I greatly doubt if it ever becomes fashionable for an
afternoon promenade on Broadway. The helmet might answer very well as
a disguise, for the reason that the face of the wearer is almost, and
generally quite, invisible.

When a diver is properly encased in his armor, he is swung off from
the side of the boat or ship, and sinks into the water. The leaden
soles upon his shoes carry him straight down, and serve to keep his
feet in the proper place and position. The tube supplies him with air,
and he can walk about and use his hands freely. He can handle the pick
and shovel, and can enter the cabin of a sunken ship; in fact, he can
go in any place where the flexible tube can be made to follow; but all
the time he is below, the pump must maintain a steady motion, and the
valve in the top of his helmet must work freely. A slight accident may
cause his death: should any of the machinery of the pump give way, or
some careless person on the ship step upon the tube as it lies along
the deck, the diver might lose his life. It sometimes happens that
on being drawn to the surface the diver is found dead. Some slight
accident has cut off his supply of air, and cutting off the air has
deprived him of life.

Sunken ships have been explored by means of this diving armor, and
sometimes large amounts of treasure are recovered through its use. In
some cases miners have prosecuted their operations under water by
means of this apparatus. A few years since an expedition was fitted
out to examine a wreck of a ship which was sunk more than half a
century ago on the coast of South America. She was known to have
a great deal of treasure on board. Operations had been undertaken
frequently by means of common divers and diving-bells to recover this
treasure, but none of the enterprises had been rewarded with success.
With their submarine armor to aid them, the new explorers were
successful, and were handsomely rewarded for their efforts.

Thrilling stories are told by men who have thus gone below the surface
of the water. Some time ago a diver was sent down to examine a steamer
that had been sunk in about sixty feet of water, and had carried down
many of its passengers. The man went down, and made two or three
efforts without success to enter the cabin of the vessel. On the
fourth visit he accomplished his object, and reached the cabin. Soon
he made a signal to be drawn up. When he was on the deck of the ship,
and the armor was removed, he fainted. When he recovered, he was asked
the cause of his faintness, and replied,—

[Sidenote: A HORRIBLE SIGHT.]

“It’s enough to make any man faint to see what I have seen. I went
into the cabin of that ship; it was full of water, of course; but
that wasn’t all. It was full of the bodies of those passengers that
went down when the ship was lost. There was a slight motion of the
water, caused by the ground swell; and, as I entered the cabin, the
water slowly swayed backward and forward, and swung these bodies with
it. At the very door one of them brushed against me, or rather rolled
against me, and its dead, glassy eyes stared directly in the face of
my helmet, not six inches away. I knew it was dead, but there seemed
to be a life-like expression in that cold and stony face. I passed by
it, and had gone but a few feet before I encountered another body;
and as I looked along the cabin, the vessel, being slightly careened,
received a dim light through its windows. Those bodies swinging with
the motion of the water seemed more like living than like dead forms.
There was a combination of life and death in their paleness which was
absolutely horrible; and not for all the treasure this ship contains
will I go down again.”

The diver positively refused to repeat his descent, at least in that
part of the ship; but others, less sensitive than himself, were found
to go down and complete the exploration. None of them, however,
appeared anxious to continue on that sort of work, and all were
heartily glad when the exploration in the cabin was completed.

[Sidenote: SEEKING FOR PEARLS.]

The life of a pearl diver is full of adventures. The pearl oyster
is found only in warm countries, or, at all events, very rarely in
cold countries. The parts of the sea where these oysters are found
are generally frequented by sharks. The sharks have a great fondness
for divers, but it can be readily understood that the divers do not
reciprocate the fondness of this finny tribe. Nothing is more pleasing
to the shark—that is to say, an old and well-educated shark—than to
make a breakfast off a pearl diver. The diver objects to this little
arrangement, and remonstrates with the shark; but the latter doesn’t
heed his remonstrances, unless they are of the most positive character.

Before going below, the diver generally scans the water very
carefully, to see whether any of his man-eating friends are around
and ready to welcome him. When he has reached the bottom, finished
his labor, filled his bag with oysters, and is ready to ascend, he
always takes a good look aloft, to see that no shark is waiting for
him. The shark does not pick up the diver at the bottom; he makes no
attack as long as the man is beneath him, but watches his chance, and
as the man goes upward he makes a sudden dash, and considering the
diver a stranger, takes him in. It is not unusual in the pearl diving
regions to hear of men who have suddenly disappeared while below; and
the inference always is, that these men have been quietly and calmly
eaten. A pearl seeker whom I met some years ago while on a sea voyage
told me an exciting story of an adventure with a shark in the pearl
regions not far from Panama.

“I had in my employ,” said he, “about a dozen divers, very active,
athletic fellows, who did their duty faithfully, stole all the pearls
they could when my back was turned, and sometimes, unless I was very
watchful, they reduced my returns very materially. I had a curiosity
to learn the peculiarities of pearl diving for myself, and so engaged
one of the professional divers to teach me. Well, he taught me.

“My first duty was to strip off all my clothes, swing a bag over
my shoulder, take an iron rod about two feet long and sharpened at
one end with which to detach the oysters, seize a stone, and after
fastening my nose so as not to take in any water that way, I jumped
overboard and followed the diver below.

“The water was about thirty feet deep, and the first time I went down
I could do nothing but come back again. I didn’t bring any oysters
that time. The next time I went down, I managed to get half a dozen
oysters, and then I came up. Well, after a while I got so that I could
get my bag half filled on each descent, and began to think that I was
a very fair diver. I did not do much of it, though. Half a dozen times
a day were all that I was willing to try. My ears stood it very well
the first day, but the second day I went down deeper and staid rather
longer than at any previous time, and when I came up my ears were
bleeding, and I felt as if there was at least a barrel of water in my
head. That was enough for that day; but the next morning I felt all
right, and tried it again.

[Sidenote: ADVENTURE WITH A SHARK.]

“Always before I went down they cautioned me to look out for sharks.
‘Never stir from the bottom,’ said one of the men, ‘until you have
looked up to the top, and find everything is clear above you.’ I
remembered his advice, and it was well that I did so. About ten days
after I had begun to learn the business, I went down as usual, picked
up some oysters, put them in my bag, and was starting to go up. I
gave my usual look above, and there I saw a big shovel-nosed shark
watching me. He was evidently calculating that he had me sure, and
considered me as good a breakfast as he wanted. I did not like his
looks, and what to do I did not exactly know. I would have much rather
been in the cabin of my schooner than in the stomach of that fellow.
My first impulse was to dart up beneath him, and follow the custom of
the natives. Generally when one sees a shark, and can’t get off in
any other way, he rises as rapidly as possible beneath the fish, and
sticks the iron rod into his belly. This is a treatment for which the
shark is not prepared, and unless he is over-hungry he will generally
go away. Sometimes, though, he shows fight; and when it comes to a
struggle it is very fierce. The shark is in his natural element, but
the man is not in the element to which he is most accustomed, and if
the shark is large and persistent he generally wins.

“I did not consider myself up to the emergency of stabbing that fellow
with my rod, and thought I would take the chance of going by him.
But that was of no use; he would have taken me in as I reached the
surface, just as a trout takes in a fly. In an emergency like mine,
men think, and they must think very rapidly. I do not believe that
I ever thought with more rapidity in all my life. The place where I
had been gathering oysters was at the side of a large rock, and I had
not left it when I saw the shark. I moved quietly to the other side,
thinking to dodge him.

[Sidenote: A FIGHT UNDER WATER.]

“He saw my movement, and immediately swam over the rock, and placed
himself above me. Well, what was to be done next, and what do you
suppose I did? You know there is a little fish called the cuttle-fish.
It is not much of a fish; it is not handsome; it cannot swim fast, and
is not heavy on the fight. When pursued it throws out a sort of inky
substance, which blackens the water and makes it sufficiently cloudy
to enable the cuttle-fish to escape. It carries this ink in a bag, and
keeps it laid up ready for use. Perhaps you might call him a marine
editor; that is, the sort of editor that does not fight, but defends
himself by slinging ink in the face of his adversaries.

“I was not in a condition to fight, and so I quickly thought I would
play cuttle-fish. On one side of the rock the bottom was a sandy
mud, and I immediately conceived the idea of stirring up this mud,
thickening the water, and so making a cloud, behind which I could
escape. With my pick I stirred the mud, and in less than ten seconds I
had the water all around me very thick and cloudy.

“Then I slipped back to the other side of the rock, and went above.
I reached the side of the boat with just strength enough to lay hold
of it. The men saw that something was wrong, and they instantly
seized me, and pulled me on board. They had become alarmed at my long
absence, as I was under water nearly twice the time I had been at any
previous descent.

[Sidenote: A NARROW ESCAPE.]

“Well, this is not the whole of the story. If I should take off my
boot—the right one—you would see some very ugly scars on my foot.
That shark watched the water where I was, and just as I reached the
surface, and was being pulled into the boat, he discovered me. He
darted for me, whirled on his back,—sharks always have to turn on
their backs to seize their prey,—and tried to take in my foot.

“The men saw him coming, and they pulled me in about as fast as any
man was ever pulled into a boat. That shark did not get me, as, of
course, you believe, but he did get hold of the end of my foot. Two
toes are gone, and the others are pretty well scarred. If he had made
his dive at me one second earlier, I do not believe I should have had
any foot on this leg to boast of. Confound these sharks, any how.
They do not respect a white man at all, or half as much as they do a
brown-skinned native.

“Take a lot of sharks when they are not particularly hungry, and a lot
of <DW65>s may swim around them, and they will be as sociable as if
they belonged to the same family; but just let them see a white man in
the water, and they will take him in as readily as a bull-dog would
take in a beefsteak.

“I have been some time telling this story to you, but the whole
occurrence did not consume more than two or three minutes.”

[Sidenote: PREPARATORY ARRANGEMENTS.]

In Mexico, a peculiar way of pearl-fishing is going on. Preparatory
to entering on pearl-fishing in that country, a contractor must obtain
a concession, and take care to be provided with such articles as the
Indians most desire—eatables, tools, coarse articles of dress, and
toys. The concession is obtained by securing a fifth of the produce of
the fishery to the authorities of La Paz, and then, at an expense of
five dollars, a right to fish in a certain spot is acquired.

A picturesque scene is presented by the encampment of the Indians
with their families, who are mainly supported through the year by the
fishery. They impatiently await the coming of their employers, and
their approach is the signal for a joyful tumult. All join in the
shout of welcome, and many plunge into the sea, to show, by their
various performances in the water, their superior fitness for the
labors they are anxious to undertake.

Loud cries are heard, of “Engage me, master,” “I will make your
fortune,” “You employed me last year,” “I am not only the best of
divers, but I am always lucky.”

A selection is made, and the contractor takes with him those he deems
the ablest hands, pursued by the reproaches and taunts of those who
consider they are unfairly neglected. The conditions of the engagement
secure the divers’ maintenance during the fishery, and a share of the
unopened oysters. These requirements granted, shaking hands seals or
completes the arrangement.

It is from the 15th of May to the 15th of August that the Mexican
fishing is prosecuted. Then it is that calm weather and cloudless sky
may be expected, which are indispensable to success. Early in the
afternoon a breeze frequently comes from the northeast. Should it
rain, the work is partly suspended. The evening is occupied in opening
the oysters collected in the early part of the day.

The day after the arrival of the divers, the places most likely
to prove favorable are sought by experienced eyes, and a sort of
rehearsal is gone through by the Indians. They plunge in to a moderate
depth, and remain but a short time under water. Then they prepare
themselves for the severer task. Their children, almost amphibious,
remain on the bank, and are thus prepared to take up the calling of a
diver at some future day.

The Indians dive fearlessly, being accustomed to such exercises from
their infancy, plunging to a depth of from five to ten fathoms by two
cords, a diving-stone and a net, which are connected with the boat,
which always accompanies them. The diver, putting the toes of his
right foot on the rope of the diving-stone, and his left on the net,
seizes the two cords with one hand, and, closing his nostrils with the
other, goes to the bottom of the water, where he brings the net around
his neck, and collects and puts into it as many shells as he can reach
while he remains below, which is generally about two minutes. On
emerging from the sea, he discharges water from his mouth and nose,
and sometimes blood, which, however, does not deter him from presently
resuming his labors. Some men will frequently make fifty trips in one
forenoon.

Divers soon find themselves able to remain under water two minutes;
some occasionally stay three minutes, but never longer. Young divers
at first are curiously affected; blood rushes from the nose, eyes,
and ears, when they come up, caused by the compression of the lungs.
It is a painful sight, but rest and cold water are the only remedies
applied, and, after a short time, the bleeding is not renewed on
diving.

[Sidenote: THE OPENING OF THE SEASON.]

The opening of the season is marked by a ceremony, intended to be
very solemn. A sorcerer is brought with the divers, to exorcise the
sea, and protect them. In the performance of his important duty, this
highly-gifted personage addresses awful language to the dog-fish,
setting forth his past atrocities and admonishing him to act a better
part in future.

A single plunge enables a diver to secure five or six oysters,
sometimes seven or eight, but rarely more. The boats which attend
them are managed by rowers, or are secured by an anchor, or a stone,
fastened to a rope. Some of the divers have a rope around them,
attached to the boat. The most prudent course is to be as little
encumbered as possible, that they may avoid the sharks and dog-fish.
They are, however, generally armed with a short stick, made of hard
wood, and pointed. A lookout or watcher is in each boat, to give a
signal to those under water when danger is apparent.

[Sidenote: THE WAYS THAT ARE DARK.]

The gangs of younger divers divide into three parties, and rest for
longer periods. They go to their labor fasting. When below, they of
course snatch the oysters up as quickly as possible, using the short
stick they carry, when necessary to separate them from any other
substance. Finding an oyster likely to contain a pearl, the stick is
sometimes used to open it, and the diver will reappear with a shell or
two, and tell that during three minutes immersion he could discover
nothing but shells. The fraud is often discovered, and the stick
freely used on the head or back of the cheat.

_Jules Verne_, in his _Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea_, gives
the account of an adventure of a pearl-diver, which is of the most
thrilling nature; Prof. Aronnax has gone down to the bottom of the
sea, in a peculiar diving apparel, which allowed him to remain under
water for a considerable time, with Captain Nemo of the Nautilus, and
two or three other men. The professor tells his story thus:

“About five yards from me a shadow appeared, and sank to the ground.
The disquieting idea of sharks shot through my mind, but I was
mistaken; and once again it was not a monster of the ocean that we had
anything to do with.

“It was a man, a living man, an Indian, a fisherman, a poor devil,
who, I suppose, had come to glean before the harvest. I could see the
bottom of his canoe anchored some feet above his head. He dived and
went up successively. A stone held between his feet, cut in the shape
of a sugar-loaf, whilst a rope fastened him to his boat, helped him
to descend more rapidly. This was all his apparatus. Reaching the
bottom, about five yards deep, he went on his knees and filled his bag
with oysters picked up at random. Then he went up, emptied it, pulled
up his stone, and began the operation once more, which lasted thirty
seconds.

“The diver did not see us. The shadow of the rock hid us from sight.
And how should this poor Indian ever dream that men, beings like
himself, should be there under the water watching his movements, and
losing no detail of the fishing. Several times he went up in this way,
and dived again. He did not carry away more than ten at each plunge,
for he was obliged to pull them from the bank to which they adhered by
means of their strong byssus. And how many of those oysters for which
he risked his life had no pearl in them! I watched him closely; his
manœuvres were regular, and, for the space of half an hour, no danger
appeared to threaten him.

“I was beginning to accustom myself to the sight of this interesting
fishing, when suddenly, as the Indian was on the ground, I saw him
make a gesture of terror, rise, and make a spring to return to the
surface of the sea.

“I understood his dread. A gigantic shadow appeared just above
the unfortunate diver. It was a shark of enormous size, advancing
diagonally, his eyes on fire, and his jaws open. I was mute with
horror, and unable to move.

[Sidenote: FIGHTING A SHARK.]

“The voracious creature shot towards the Indian, who threw himself on
one side in order to avoid the shark’s fins: but not its tail, for it
struck his chest, and stretched him on the ground.

“This scene lasted but a few seconds; the shark returned, and, turning
on his back, prepared himself for cutting the Indian in two; when
I saw Captain Nemo rise suddenly, and then, dagger in hand, walk
straight to the monster, ready to fight face to face with him. The
very moment the shark was going to snap the unhappy fisherman in two,
he perceived his new adversary, and, turning over, made straight
towards him.

“I can still see Captain Nemo’s position. Holding himself well
together, he waited for the shark with admirable coolness; and, when
it rushed at him, threw himself on one side with wonderful quickness,
avoiding the shock, and burying his dagger deep into its side. But it
was not all over. A terrible combat ensued.

“The shark had seemed to roar, if I might say so. The blood rushed in
torrents from its wound. The sea was dyed red, and through the opaque
liquid I could distinguish nothing more. Nothing more, until the
moment when, like lightning, I saw the undaunted captain hanging on
to one of the creature’s fins, struggling, as it were, hand to hand
with the monster, and dealing successive blows at his enemy, yet still
unable to give a decisive one.

“The shark’s struggles agitated the water with such fury that the
rocking threatened to upset me.

“I wanted to go to the captain’s assistance, but, nailed to the spot
with horror, I could not stir.

“I saw the haggard eye; I saw the different phases of the fight. The
captain fell to the earth, upset by the enormous mass which leant upon
him. The shark’s jaws opened wide, like a pair of factory shears, and
it would have been all over with the captain; but, quick as thought,
harpoon in hand, Ned Land rushed towards the shark and struck it with
its sharp point.

“The waves were impregnated with a mass of blood. They rocked under
the shark’s movements, which beat them with indescribable fury. Ned
Land had not missed his aim. It was the monster’s death-rattle. Struck
to the heart, it struggled in dreadful convulsions, the shock of which
overthrew Conseil.

“But Ned Land had disentangled the captain, who, getting up without
any wound, went straight to the Indian, quickly cut the cord which
held him to his stone, took him in his arms, and, with a sharp blow of
his heel, mounted to the surface.”




X.

RUSSIAN MINES AND MINING.

     EXTENT OF THE EMPIRE—ITS MINERAL RESOURCES—PETER THE GREAT, AND
     WHAT HE DID—NIKITE DEMIDOFF—THE DEMIDOFF ESTATES—IRON MINES
     AND A VISIT TO THEM—WHERE RUSSIAN SHEET IRON IS MADE—COPPER
     AND MALACHITE—A WONDERFUL SIGHT—STRANGE STORY OF AN EMERALD
     NECKLACE—GOLD MINING IN SIBERIA—HARDSHIPS OF THE MINERS—HOW THEY
     ARE TREATED—MODE OF MINING.


The empire of Russia covers nearly an eighth of the land surface of
the globe. Her northern limit is the Arctic Ocean, and the regions of
eternal ice and snow; on the south, she rests upon the Black Sea, in a
region of almost tropical warmth. Tropical fruits grow in her Crimean
possessions, while polar bears and reindeer wander over the frozen and
barren lands of her extreme north. She has every variety of climate,
and every variety of soil. Here are long ranges of lofty mountains
enclosing countless treasures of wealth in their rocky bosoms; beyond
them you find wide stretches of treeless steppes, fertile as our
western prairies, and boundless, apparently, as the sea. Wide and deep
rivers wind through her territory, and facilitate the communications
which commerce demands; broad lakes spread their shiny surfaces at
frequent intervals, and reflect the primeval forests that line their
shores. In a word, Russia is a little world in herself. The races of
men included in her inhabitants are as varied as her climate; it is
said that more than a hundred distinct and different languages are
spoken by the subjects of His Imperial Majesty, the Autocrat of all
the Russians.

With such a vast territory, and such a variety of mountain and plain,
hill and valley, within her borders, Russia may be expected to hold a
prominent place as a land of mines.

Such an expectation would be well founded, as the land of the Czar
is in the very front rank of mining countries. The intelligence and
enterprise of Peter the Great led to the development of her mining
interests, and the work thus begun has been steadily followed to the
present day.

Probably the best mining school in the world is at St. Petersburg.
It has constantly nearly three hundred pupils, all supported at the
expense of the government. The establishment is the geological mirror
of the entire empire. The mountains of Lapland and the Caucasus,
Finland and the Valdai, the vast Ourals, the Altai range and the peaks
of Nerchinsk and the Baikal, Siberia and Kamchatka, in fact every part
of Russia, have been drawn upon to fill its museum. Not only have they
contributed, but they steadily continue to do so, year after year, as
fast as new discoveries are made; and the government spares no pains
or expense to make the collection the most perfect in the world.

[Sidenote: THE PRODUCE IN RUSSIA.]

Gold, silver, lead, iron, tin, copper, and other metallic ores are
there in abundance, and afford the student the most ample opportunity
for study. In the collection of semi-precious or valuable stones there
is a bewildering array. We find the topaz of all shades; we find
rubies, emeralds, beryls, amethysts, agates, turquoise, onyx, garnets,
aqua-marines, malachites, marbles, lapis lazuli, porphyries, and other
stones in endless variety. As an illustration of the great variety of
the mineral products of Russia, let me mention a little circumstance.
On my desk, and lying before me as I write, is a paper weight I
brought home from Siberia. It is a small mosaic, perhaps three inches
by five, and contains no less than twenty-one kinds of variegated
marbles from the Altai mountains. One piece is white, and another is
nearly black, and there is great variety between the two extremes.

Almost the only mineral products not known to exist in Russia is
diamonds. They have been found in a few instances, but in very small
numbers, and under circumstances that led to a strong suspicion that
the places of discovery had been “salted.”

[Sidenote: MINING SCHOOL AT ST. PETERSBURG.]

In order to facilitate the study of the pupils in this school of
mines, and make it as practical as possible, all the machinery and
apparatus used in a mine has been arranged in an immense museum—some
in the form of models, and others of their full size. Great mechanical
skill has been displayed in the preparation of this machinery; whether
in the shape of models or of full size, the working is perfect, and a
student can easily understand from them the labor of the miner, and
its result.

Underneath the immense building there is a reproduction of one of the
mines at Perm, one of the cities of the Oural mountains. The utmost
care has been taken to make the reproduction perfect. You visit the
place exactly as you would visit a real mine, and you are shown
through it by the light of torches. You have the same temperature that
you would have in the mine of which this is a copy, and the same kind
of atmosphere.

The character of the earth, the changes of color, the succession
of layers of earth, rock, and ore, the machinery, the tools of the
workmen, all lead a visitor to suppose he is really in a mine, and
that the actual work has only been suspended a few hours while the
laborers have been allowed a half holiday.

The great mining centers of Russia are in the Oural and Altai
mountains, especially the former. The wealth of the Ourals in minerals
was almost unknown until the time of Peter the Great, when he sent
some engineers to make an examination. Previous to that time some
gold had been found, and brought to Moscow; and it was known that the
former rulers of the kingdom of Kazan derived much of their wealth
from the gold mines.

But hardly anything was known of the other mineral riches of the
mountain range. It did not take a long time for sharp-eyed engineers
to discover the existence of iron and copper, and further research
showed that they were to be found in large quantities. As soon as the
facts were known, the government determined to work the mines on its
own responsibility, until their riches could be demonstrated, and
private parties induced to operate on their own account and risk.

[Sidenote: THE FIRST MINERAL EXPLORATION.]

The first mineral exploration of this region was made by Nikite
Demidoff, in 1701 or 1702. Peter the Great sent him there from Tula,
a place which has since become of considerable importance as a
manufacturing center. He had a very clear head for his business, and
went at it in earnest, and the result is seen to-day in the immense
prosperity of the mines. As a reward for his industry, the emperor
gave him a grant of territory amounting to nearly five thousand square
miles, with whatever mineral or other wealth might be found there.

This princely estate has remained ever since in the possession of the
Demidoff family, and has made it the richest family of all Russia,
with the exception of the Romanoffs (the Imperial House). It has
been admirably controlled, and the owners have spared no pains or
expense to secure the most intelligent direction and management. They
have conducted everything on a liberal scale; the towns and villages
which they have built up are among the prettiest, neatest, and most
comfortable in all Russia.

In this last particular they are worthy of imitation everywhere, and
many great establishments in Europe and America would be, to-day,
more prosperous if they followed the example of the Demidoffs. There
are some prominent instances of manufacturing or mining prosperity
growing in part from an attention to the wants of the workman, the
education of his children, and a general regard for his welfare. The
most notable one now occurring to me is that of the Fairbanks Scale
Works in Vermont, whose products have obtained a world-wide fame. They
have built up upon what was the wilderness, a prosperous town, with
schools, libraries, lecture and reading rooms, and they have given
inducements for their workmen to be industrious and economical, and
become house-owners in their own right. The Fairbanks Brothers never
heard, perhaps, of the Demidoffs, but they have followed almost the
same course, and with the same result.

Every year the Demidoffs select several of the brightest youths in
each village, and send them to the mining schools of St. Petersburg,
and also to France, England, and other countries. These spend several
years away from the Ourals, and when they return they bring a stock of
very valuable knowledge which is of great practical use.

In my journey through Russia, I visited the mining regions of the
Oural, and also of the Altai Mountains, and was greatly interested in
what I saw.

[Sidenote: THE CASTLE OF THE DEMIDOFFS.]

The castle of the Demidoffs, as it is called, stands on the bank of
a small river in the Ourals, at the town of Neviansk. Part of it was
built by the elder Demidoff; it has since been enlarged, so that it
is now a goodly sized palace. In it is a large saloon with fresco
paintings by an Italian artist who was specially engaged for the work,
and it has several rooms which would make large halls anywhere else.
The furniture was made expressly for the house, and is renewed from
time to time, whenever it becomes antiquated or faded. Several rooms
are kept for the use of travelers, and everything, including the
table, is furnished free of charge.

You may arrive there at any hour of the day or night, and find a
warm welcome, and a room ready for you. You are fed with a most
liberal hand, and may have the best wines known to the European
market—champagne, port, sherry, anything and everything you choose.
Stay as long as you please, go where you wish to, and you have no bill
to pay. Let us hope for a speedy adoption of this Demidoff custom
everywhere, with the assurance that it will be highly popular with the
majority of visitors, and tend to a large increase in their number.

The principal mining town of the Demidoffs is on the river Tagil, and
is known as Nijne Tagilsk. It has a population of about twenty-five
thousand, and contains many fine buildings, including churches,
hospitals for the workmen, schools, academies, dwellings for the
directors and sub-directors, and an immense pile in which are the
offices of the administration.

The smelting furnaces, forges, rolling mills, machine shops, and
the like, are on an enormous scale, and are surpassed by very few
establishments anywhere in the world. Much of the machinery is made on
the spot, and the facilities are such as to astonish any visitor, even
when he knows beforehand that he will see something colossal.

All the smelting is done with charcoal, and consequently the charcoal
burners are an important element of the population. The forests of
the estate cover many hundreds of square miles, and are managed with
great care. Not a tree is cut without the order of an officer, and
the work is so arranged that the young trees are protected until they
are of suitable size. When a piece of ground has been cleared, it is
replanted, and in eighty years it can be cleared again.

[Sidenote: THE METALS FOUND.]

The iron ore is about a mile from the town, and near the top of a
hill, so that it can be rolled directly into the works with very
little labor. It is of the kind known as magnetic ore, and the supply
is simply inexhaustible. It is worked in an open quarry, no tunneling
or shafting being needed, and as the vein is four hundred feet wide,
eighty feet thick, and a mile or more in length, there is no danger
that the supply will be exhausted for some thousands of years. And if
it should be, there are other and larger deposits not far away.

Copper is also found in this vicinity, and not more than two miles
from the iron mine. It was first discovered about the beginning of the
present century, and has since been worked to great advantage.

The most remarkable product of copper is the substance known as
malachite. It is found in various parts of the world wherever there
are mines of copper, but nowhere else in such quantities as in the
Oural mountains. Malachite is nothing more nor less than an oxide
of copper. The chemists know exactly how it is formed, but they
cannot make it any more than they can make the diamond, though they
understand perfectly well the composition of that highly-prized stone.
Certain salts in the earth mingle with the copper ore and the water
that finds its way through the earth, and these ingredients, soaking
slowly downward into crevices and hollows in the rock, form the
substance of which the Russians make so much use.

[Sidenote: HOW MALACHITE WAS FOUND.]

In 1885 the largest mass of malachite ever known was found on the
Demidoff estate. The miners, who were working a vein of copper,
found some shreds or strips of copper extending downward, and the
superintendent of the mine ordered them to follow these shreds, in
hopes of striking another vein. The work was pushed forward, or
rather downward, and the stray threads of ore were traced in all
their windings. Two hundred and eighty feet below the mine, the
shreds disappeared, and the superintendent was about to give up the
enterprise in disgust and despair, when the men suddenly came upon a
huge mass of malachite. It was broken up and taken to the surface, and
the aggregate weight of the mass was estimated at seventy tons! It was
this lot that supplied the most of the malachite in the Church of St.
Isaac, and from it, also, was made the enormous vase which the Emperor
of Russia sent to His Holiness the Pope.

We use malachite for jewelry, and think it very good; those of us
who have been in St. Petersburg will recall the Church of St. Isaac,
where there are whole columns apparently of solid malachite. I say
apparently, for those columns are of granite, with a malachite
veneering an inch or two in thickness, for the reason that the
material does not come in sufficiently solid shape to be used for
making columns. It is a good deal honey-combed, and there are numerous
vacant places in a large block of it. There was a block of malachite
in the Paris Exposition which measured something like seven feet in
length by four in width, and there was a nicely-polished spot on one
side, a couple of feet in length, and a foot and a half in width.
This was said to be one of the largest solid blocks of the material
in Russia, and it was regarded as a great curiosity by many thousands
of visitors. At the Philadelphia Exhibition in 1876, there was much
interest manifested in the Russian department, in consequence of the
fine display of this article. There was a fire-place whose mantel
and side-pieces were solid slabs of malachite. Then there were two
or three large vases and other ornamental pieces, all of the same
material; and very rich they were. People were never weary of gazing
upon these things and commenting on their beauty.

[Sidenote: RUSSIAN SHEET-IRON.]

There are several other mining estates besides this in the Oural
mountains, and some of them are nearly as extensive. There the
government has establishments of its own, where it makes its machinery
for ships of war and other purposes, and manufactures cannon and
cannon shot, and many other things which are constructed of iron
or steel. One of the private works which I visited was that of
Issetskoi, where they make iron of peculiar toughness and polish.
Nearly all the “Russia sheet-iron” which is so popular in America,
for the manufacture of stove pipes and parlor stoves, comes from
this establishment. It is capable of being rolled to the thinness of
letter-paper, and will stand a vast amount of bending before it breaks.

At one of the mining and manufacturing works in this region, there is
an establishment for the production of cutlery, and a vast amount is
annually turned out. Its sword-blades, knives, and other things are of
great fineness, but generally they are not as nicely finished as the
products of Birmingham and Sheffield. About 1848, a process of making
Damascus steel was invented by General Anossoff, who was then in
charge of the works, and since then, blades that could be bent double,
without danger of breaking, have been turned out in great numbers.
Some of these have found their way abroad, but the government does not
facilitate their sale outside the country.

[Sidenote: EKATERINENBERG.]

In the Oural mountains, on the great road from Russia to Siberia, is
the town or city of Ekaterinenberg, which was founded by the Empress
Catherine II, the imperial lady who became famous, among other things,
for her peculiar and rather summary ways of making love. Catherine
was stately and not ill-looking; the town which perpetuates her name,
perpetuates also her characteristics. I drove into it one Christmas
morning, after a long ride over the dreary steppes of Siberia, and
as I first looked upon its broad streets and the lake around which
its principal edifices are built, I thought I had not seen anything
lovelier in the line of Russian towns.

It has a population exceeding twenty thousand. Five-sixths of the
inhabitants are connected in some way with the mining interests of
the surrounding region, and possibly the occupations of the remaining
sixth are not far removed from them. All the copper money circulated
in Russia is coined here, and the place does a large business in
lapidary work. Amethysts, beryls, rubies, emeralds, and other gems are
cut here, and so extensive is the business that the servants at the
hotels, and itinerant merchants on the street pester you to purchase
these stones, and dozens of others. Seals in countless variety can be
had here, and wonderfully cheap when compared with the prices of the
same articles in Moscow or St. Petersburg. The government has here a
large lapidary establishment, and all its products go, or are supposed
to go, to the Imperial palace at St. Petersburg. From this place come
the great majority of the semi-precious stones which are given away by
the emperor. And hereby hangs a tale.

During the reign of the Emperor Nicholas, some children who were
playing in the dry bed of a brook several miles from Ekaterinenberg,
found some curious stones which they carried home. These lay around
the cottage for some time, and were not thought to be of any value,
but one day an officer happened to see them and recognized their
character. They were sent to the government establishment, and there
disappeared.

They were emerald crystals of unusually fine character, and by law
and custom were the property of the emperor. Instead of going to St.
Petersburg, they were sent to Germany, and sold, and in course of time
were bought by one of the princes of the reigning family, as a present
for his wife.

Some years later, she was at St. Petersburg, on some grand occasion,
and wore these emeralds. The empress admired them, and asked where
they came from.

“They are from Siberia,” was the reply.

The empress was astonished, and communicated the fact to the emperor.

There was a great row at once. An officer was sent to Ekaterinenberg
to search the house of the director, and all other persons connected
with the imperial factory. He found several stones of great value in
the house of the director, and as the latter could not explain, he was
arrested and sent to prison, where he died a few years later. Many
people believed, and still believe, that he was innocent, and that the
theft was committed at St. Petersburg, by some member of the imperial
family.

Strange to say, very few emeralds have ever been discovered in that
region, and none since that time of equal value with those that had
such a curious history.

[Sidenote: GOLD MINING IN RUSSIA.]

The principal gold mining of Russia is carried on in the Asiatic
portion of the empire. Some deposits have been found of enormous
richness, and many fortunes have been made by mining for this
precious ore. Formerly, the business was entirely in the hands of
the government, but in the last twenty years it has been given up to
private enterprise, the government exacting a tax of fifteen per cent.
on all gold taken out. In some districts the government continues to
manage the business, but it only does this where it cannot let it out
to advantage.

The processes employed are various. In some of the mines the earth
is washed by means of machinery, much like that used in California,
but with a greater expenditure of labor in proportion to the amount
handled. In the valleys of the streams which flow into the Yenesei and
other rivers, there are many mining establishments; there are others
near Lake Baikal, and others again on some of the rivers flowing into
the Amoor.

The government mines are worked by convicts, who receive no pay. Only
their board, clothes, and lodging are supplied to them, and these
are not always of the best quality. The private miners employ their
workmen in the villages and towns; they begin operations as early as
possible in the spring, and close in the latter part of September. To
obtain a concession for working a mine, the applicant must either be
a hereditary nobleman, or a merchant of the second guild or class. He
obtains a concession five miles long, and about six hundred feet wide,
on the borders of and including a stream, so as to give him as much
water privilege as possible.

[Sidenote: HOW THE MINING IS DONE.]

When a claimant has an allotment, he must work it at least one year
out of every three, under pain of forfeiture, and there are other
requirements with which he must comply.

There is generally a heavy outlay for buildings and machinery before
the mining begins. To get at the pay-dirt, as it is called in
California, the surface earth must be stripped off, and sometimes this
stripping is twenty or thirty feet deep. Holes or shafts are sunk
to ascertain the depth of the stripping and pay-earth, and from the
amount of gold in the latter it is very easy to form an estimate of
the probabilities of profit.

Some of the concerns employ two or three thousand workmen, and half as
many horses. The cost of horses is the heaviest item of expense, as
the loss is very great, and to this must be added the cost of keeping
the animals. It often happens that the hay, provisions, and everything
else must be carried two or three hundred miles, and consequently the
capitalist who goes into the mining business in Siberia, must have a
long and deep and well-filled purse to start with.

In these mining establishments, the work is very severe. The bell is
rung at half past two in the morning, and a man must be at his post by
three. He gets half an hour each for breakfast and tea, and an hour
for dinner; he works until nine o’clock at night, and takes his supper
when he gets through. If he is in debt to his employer, and the latter
generally manages to have him so, he works every day—Sundays, Saints’
days, and all—through the season.

The task set is for five men and two horses to break up and cart away
two cubic fathoms of earth per day, and they may quit work whenever
they have done it. Or they may work “extra,” and get pretty high wages
for it, and altogether a man can earn not far from thirty dollars a
month by making long and late hours.

[Sidenote: HOW THE MINERS ARE PROVIDED FOR.]

It is absolutely necessary, for the interest of the employer, that
he should give his men good and abundant food, provide them with
comfortable lodgings, and have a hospital for those who become ill.
Sometimes two or more establishments unite to hire a surgeon, and
in this case he makes a daily round to see if any one needs his
services. The proprietors also maintain stores where they supply their
workmen, and it is not considered respectable to charge any profit on
the goods beyond enough to pay the cost of transportation and handling.

The workmen are a thriftless lot, generally, and rarely save anything.
When their season is over, they proceed to the large towns, and there
waste their substance in riotous living. The spring comes and finds
them without a copeck, and possibly in debt, from which their only
exit is by hiring out to a gold miner, and getting the advance of a
month’s pay which custom has established.




XI.

A DAY IN POMPEII.

     A VISIT TO POMPEII.—NEAPOLITAN HACKMEN.—AN INTERESTING
     ADVENTURE.—HOW TO AVOID A QUARREL.—BEGGARS.—BEGGARY AS A FINE
     ART.—A PICTURESQUE SCENE.—MAKING MACARONI.—TRICKS OF AN OLD
     ROOSTER.—POMPEII.—ITS HISTORY.—DISCOVERY OF THE BURIED CITY.—A
     SCENE IN THE STREETS.—AN ANCIENT BAKERY.—HOW THE MILLS WERE
     TURNED.—INVESTIGATING AN OVEN.—A WONDERFUL DISCOVERY.—PRESENT
     CONDITION OF THE HOUSES.—ADVERTISING IN OLD TIMES.—POMPEIIAN
     PERSONALS.—A PICTURE OF THE DESTRUCTION.—OBSCENE OBJECTS IN THE
     CITY.


On a pleasant spring morning several years ago, I started from Naples
to pay a visit to the ruins of Pompeii. Our party consisted of four
persons; and our first work was to engage a carriage, as we thought
the carriage road would be preferable to the railway. Engaging a
carriage in Naples is a tax upon the patience equal to some of the
trials which were visited upon Job. I am not quite certain that Job
would have remained patient after a contest with Neapolitan hackmen.
Boils would be nothing compared to it.

One of the school-books that I studied in my younger days made the
assertion, “A horse is a noble animal.” I do not question the nobility
of the horse, and his possession of blue blood; but of one thing I
am certain, and that is, a great majority of those who associate
with him are the reverse of noble. Hackmen, all the world over, are
proverbial for dishonesty. Horse-jockeys are never mentioned as types
of human perfection; and the history of the race-track is the history
of a great deal of fraud. If the horse is a noble beast, it must be
that his nobility and excellence of character develop the opposite
qualities among his human intimates.

[Sidenote: A PICTURESQUE HACKMAN.]

Hackmen are bad enough everywhere; but I think the perfection of
badness is to be found among the hackmen of Naples. They will lie
with the most unblushing impudence; and if they receive any future
punishment for telling untruths, their roasting will be perpetual. The
day before our journey to Pompeii, we had chartered a carriage to take
us to the Sibyl’s Cave, and the other curiosities in the neighborhood
of Pozzuoli. We made a positive bargain with the driver, including the
amount which he was to receive as drink money. I believe we were to
pay twenty francs for the carriage, and two francs for drink money.
When we returned and were settling the bill, he swore by all the
saints in the calendar,—and he named every one of them,—that we agreed
to pay thirty francs for the carriage, and ten francs for drink money.
He took his hat from his head in his rage, and threw it upon the
ground, pulled his hair, and made things in general very unpleasant.
He called several unwashed Neapolitans to witness that no carriage
was ever hired at a lower rate than the one which he insisted was our
contract price.

We found that we could not reason with him; and so we lighted our
cigars, and waited for his paroxysm of rage to come to an end. We
finally compromised the matter by paying twenty-five francs for the
whole business; that is, we compromised by handing him the money, and
walking away. He followed us two or three blocks; in fact, he stuck to
us until we entered our hotel, and there we lost sight of him.

The hackman who was to take us to the buried city might have been
useful, but certainly he was not ornamental. He was covered with dust,
so that he resembled a walking ash-heap; and as for washing, I do not
think he had ever experienced its terrors. Judging by the odor which
arose from his skin, he had been put through some embalming process,
in which garlic was the preservative substance. He resembled a sponge
which has been dipped in garlic water, and kept without squeezing. His
clothing was of all sizes except his own. His trousers were made for
a man twice as large as he; and his coat for one of about half his
dimensions. His face was as prepossessing as a basket of old bottles;
and as for his manners, he did not appear to have any to boast of.

I spoke to him in French, which he pretended to understand, but could
not comprehend. He answered in a mingled _patois_ of French and
Italian, in which there was no French to speak of, and very little
Italian. I forget the exact sum we agreed to pay, but think it was
altogether about twenty-five francs.

I may as well explain here, that on our way back we invented a new
plan for paying him, and at the same time avoiding trouble. When we
neared the hotel on our return, I counted out the money in francs
and half francs, and threw in a few copper coins by way of adding to
the confusion. With the proper amount in my hand, I stepped from the
carriage, and waited until my three companions were a dozen yards
away; then I dropped the money into the hands of the driver, and
started at a rapid walk to overtake my friends. Before he had finished
counting the money we were inside of the hotel. As we walked up
stairs, I heard a volley of Neapolitan and French oaths following us
into the building, and rolling through the hall like a small cloud of
smoke.

We started from Naples in the direction of Vesuvius, passing through
several villages on our road to Pompeii. The road was excellent, being
paved or macadamized the entire distance, and ornamented with houses
and beggars in about equal proportions.

[Sidenote: PERTINACIOUS BEGGARS.]

The beggars deserve great credit for the study they have devoted to
the perfection of their art. Sores are cultivated as a handsome man
would cultivate his mustache; and as for a withered leg, it is worth a
fortune to its possessor. Every time our carriage halted, the beggars
surrounded it, as flies in July surround a lump of sugar, and pretty
nearly for the same reason, as they wanted something on which to
exist. They accosted us in two or three languages, Italian of course
predominating. We told them, in French, in English, and in German, to
go away, and that we would give them nothing; but they stuck to us
with the most unruffled pertinacity. They had heard all that before,
and knew that if they were adhesive, they had a good prospect of
extracting something. I tried a new plan on them, and found that it
worked well.

Assuming an air of great indignation, and with as much severity in
my face as I could command, I addressed them very loudly, with my
hands extended, in Russian and Chinese. Those languages were new to
them, and fearing that it was some horrid imprecation, several of
them dropped away. I afterwards found the plan quite successful, not
only with Italian beggars, but with beggars of every nation. Tell
them in any language to which they are accustomed, that you will give
them nothing, and, if you are so minded, consign them to the infernal
regions, and they do not mind it; but if you assume a priestly
attitude, and utter something very solemnly in a language they do not
understand, you have a fair prospect of getting rid of them.

[Sidenote: BEGGING AS A SCIENCE.]

At one place, on the road to Pompeii, there is a small hill. From
the foot to the summit the distance is not more than one to two
hundred feet; but the <DW72> is so steep, that horses, in ascending
it, do not travel faster than a walk. At the foot of this hill,
four beggars—middle-aged women—were located; and they evidently had
purchased a monopoly, or possibly a grant from government for the
possession of the spot. In front of a small wine shop they had erected
a pavilion, and each of them had a comfortable chair. They watched the
place, and attended closely to business during the entire day. When
they saw a carriage approaching, they left their chairs, and proceeded
to the road, adhering closely to the vehicle until it reached the
top of the hill. They begged persistently until they received what
they demanded, or the top of the hill was reached. Then they returned
leisurely to their chairs, and waited for the next customer.

If there was but a single carriage at a time, all of them worked it.
If there were two carriages, the beggars divided into couples; and if
by any chance there were four carriages together, the professionals
scattered, and each of them took a vehicle. I drove out on this road
several times, and always found it begged by the same persons. I
proposed one day to my friends to engage five carriages, and drive
them out there together. I thought that we might kill the beggars
by causing them to die of grief and rage at seeing a carriage pass
without being able to annoy its occupants.

[Sidenote: MAKING MACARONI.]

Another object of interest along the road, and closely associated
with the beggars, is the manufacture of macaroni. I did not enter the
houses to see how the stuff was made; but I saw great quantities of it
drying on frames in front of the places of its manufacture. One of my
companions, who had witnessed the process, said they made macaroni by
putting some dough around a long hole, and letting it dry.

He said the holes did not cost anything, and the dough was not
expensive. “And that is the reason,” said he, “why the confounded
stuff is so cheap.”

I was rather fond of macaroni as an article of diet; and my friend
advised me, if I wished to continue so, to remain in blissful
ignorance of the manner of its preparation, and not to ask any
questions.

I took his advice, and to this day do not know much about the process.

One thing in connection with macaroni, which amused me much, was the
dexterity of the chickens in eating it.

A string of macaroni in its soft state, four or five feet long, is
hung across a horizontal bar in such a way that the ends are a foot
or so from the ground. The frames look like candle-moulds, with
freshly moulded candles hanging from them. The macaroni, as it hangs,
is pretty thick, there being just space enough between the sticks to
allow them to dry. When the stuff is soft, chickens can easily eat it.
As it hangs from the frames, these birds would get beneath them, and
bite off the ends of the perpendicular sticks.

The young chickens were rather awkward; but the old hens and roosters
were very successful. I watched one venerable old cock under a frame,
and studied his performance. He elevated his head as if he were
peering through a gun barrel up to the sky. He took careful aim, and
then jumped upwards, with his mouth open. The soft macaroni went
down his throat a couple of inches or so, as a sausage might go down
the throat of a terrier; and at the exact instant when his head was
highest, he closed his bill, and nipped off the morsel. I saw him take
half a dozen bites in that way, and he did not miss his mark a single
time in the whole performance.

We had pleasant glimpses of the Bay of Naples, though not as many as
we could have wished on account of the height of the fences. After a
drive of something more than an hour, we reached the gate of Pompeii.
Dismounting from our carriage, and paying two francs to the custodian,
we entered the ancient city.

[Sidenote: DESTRUCTION OF POMPEII.]

Pompeii was violently shaken by an earthquake in the year 63. Several
temples tumbled down along with the colonnade of the Forum. The
theatres and many tombs and houses were also overthrown. Nearly every
family went from the place; and it was some time before they returned.
The senate hesitated for some time whether to rebuild the city or
not, and finally decided to do so. The work of rebuilding was going
on quite vigorously, when all at once came the terrible eruption of
79. It buried Pompeii under a deluge of stones and ashes, and buried
Herculaneum under lava and liquid mud.

These cities and many villages were wiped out in a single day, and a
large region of country was depopulated. After the catastrophe, some
of the inhabitants returned, and made excavations for recovering their
valuables. Some robbers also crept into the city. The Emperor Titus
entertained the idea of cleaning and restoring the city, and sent
two senators to examine the ground; but the magnitude of the work
frightened the government, and the restoration was never undertaken.
In time Pompeii became almost forgotten, and its site was lost. For
more than a dozen centuries the locality where Pompeii had stood was
unknown.

In 1748, under the reign of Charles III., when the discovery of
Herculaneum had attracted the attention of the world to that locality,
some vine-dressers struck upon some old walls, and unearthed a few
statues. The king ordered some excavations to be made in the vicinity;
but it was not until eight years later that any one supposed that
they were exhuming Pompeii. Since that time the work of excavation
has gone on with a great many intervals of inactivity. Whenever the
government makes an appropriation, or some crowned head or other
wealthy personage makes an addition to the Pompeian fund, the work is
prosecuted; but as soon as the money is expended the work stops.

It is now more than a hundred years since the excavation began, and
the third part of the city is not yet uncovered.

Since 1860, the whole system of work and management has been reformed,
and moralized, as it were. All the guides and door-keepers are under
the control of the government.

The visitor pays two francs at the gate, and is guided about the
city by a man clad in uniform. Notices are posted in all the modern
languages, telling visitors not to give money to the guides under any
pretence whatever, and forbidding the guides to receive the money.
This is all very well as far as it goes; but human ingenuity is able
to get around the rule.

[Sidenote: DODGING A REGULATION.]

We had a guide who spoke French fluently, and was a very polite and
agreeable fellow. He took pains to call our attention to one of the
signs, and assured us that he could not receive a penny under any
circumstances. But at almost every step he had photographs to sell.
Whenever we found anything particularly interesting, out from his
pocket came a package of photographs, and of course we purchased. By
the time we had finished our journey, we had bought photographs enough
to stock a small store; and the profit on the transaction was probably
six times as much as the guide would have wrung from us had the old
system been in vogue. It is very evident that the government winks at
this transaction; otherwise the guides would not be allowed to sell
photographs or anything else.

We walked through streets silent and deserted, except by groups of
visitors like ourselves, and the occasional patrolmen or guides.
We walked on the pavement where, two thousand years ago, chariots
rolled along, and we saw on those pavements the marks of the chariot
wheels as plainly as if they had been worn during the past month.
At the drinking fountains on the street corners, we could see where
the Pompeian stopped when he was thirsty. The stone at the orifice,
whence the water poured out, was worn away by the many applications of
Pompeian lips.

[Sidenote: SCENES IN THE STREET.]

We looked into the ovens as they were on the day of the eruption.
The bakers were preparing their store of bread, and we were shown
the loaves which had been drawn from those ovens after resting there
eighteen hundred years. We saw the shops of the wine merchants, the
butchers, the bakers, and the men of other occupations.

We saw the names that had been painted on the door-posts, a little
faded and dull, yet still legible. We sat down on benches which
were unoccupied for seventeen hundred years; and we entered the
dwelling-houses where, two thousand years ago, the members of the
family passed their daily life. It was a picture of the past, and not
of the present.

Pompeii was preserved, and not destroyed. To its inhabitant, on the
day of the eruption it was destroyed; but for us who now look upon it,
and study its history, it has been preserved.

The most complete bakery in Pompeii was in Herculaneum Street, and
occupied an entire house.

The inner court-yard of the house contains four mills of curious
construction. At a little distance they resemble hour-glasses. Imagine
two large blocks of stone in the shape of cones, the upper one overset
upon the lower, and you have their construction.

The lower one remained motionless, and the other was turned either
by a man or a donkey. The grain was crushed between the two stones.
Sometimes the servants of the establishment turned the mill. At other
times slaves, for some misdemeanor, had their eyes put out, and then
they were sent to work at grinding.

The story goes that, sometimes, when the millers were short of hands,
they established bathing-houses around their mills, and the passers
by who were caught in the trap had to work the mill. In the
establishment now referred to, the machinery was turned, not by men,
but by a mule, whose bones were found lying near. In the stable of the
mule the racks and troughs were standing. Near the bake-ovens were the
troughs where the dough was kneaded.

There was one oven which remained uninjured. It had two openings; the
loaves went into one of these, in the shape of dough, and were taken
out at the other opening baked. Everything seemed to be in a fine
state of preservation, and the oven could be made use of again for a
repetition of its work of eighteen centuries ago.

[Illustration: DISCOVERY OF LOAVES OF BREAD BAKED 1800 YEARS AGO, AT
POMPEII.]

[Sidenote: STALE BREAD.]

The oven when found was full of bread. Some of the loaves were stamped
to indicate that they were of wheat flour, and others to indicate that
they were of bran flour. The oven had been carefully sealed, and there
were no ashes in it. Eighty-one loaves were found in it, a little
stale, to be sure, and very hard and black, but lying in the same
order in which they were placed on the 23d of November in the year 79.
The loaves weighed about a pound each. They are round, depressed in
the centre, raised on the edges, and divided into eight lobes. Imagine
an American pie which has been marked with the knife as if for cutting
before it is placed in the oven, and you have an almost exact picture
of a Pompeian loaf of bread. I did not try to eat it, partly because
I prefer my bread fresh, and partly because the loaves are considered
too precious to be given or sold to visitors.

Whoever goes to Pompeii thinking to find a perfect city will be very
much disappointed.

The ruins of Pompeii, as the old lady said about the ruins of the
Coliseum, are very much out of repair. The walls of the buildings
are mostly standing, but the roofs and doors, which were constructed
of wood, are gone, having rotted away in their long exposure to the
moisture. Everything whatever, of wood, planks, or beams, was turned
to ashes: all is uncovered, and there are no roofs to be seen.

Almost everywhere you walk under the open sky; everything is open, and
if a shower were to come on, you would hardly find shelter. Imagine
yourself in a city in process of building with only the first stories
completed, and with no floorings for the second.

[Sidenote: ART IN POMPEII.]

Many of the statues and works of art have been carried to the Museum
at Naples, so that in the old city itself, there are, comparatively,
few curiosities of a portable character. The sky, the landscape, the
sea-shore, the walls and the pavements are antique, and it is only
the visitors and their guides that are modern. The streets are not
repaired, the sidewalks are not changed, and we walk upon the same
stones that were formerly trodden by the feet of the Pompeian merchant
and his slave.

As we enter these narrow streets we can almost think we are quitting
the century we live in, and going back to the century that witnessed
the birth of Christ.

When first uncovered, the paintings of the walls were as fresh as
though they were made but a week ago, the ashes having preserved them
perfectly. In a few weeks or months their coloring fades, and they
become dingy and hardly visible.

The Pompeians were great lovers of art; every wall is frescoed, and
the mosaics on the floors are an interesting study. Statues adorn
the interior of the dwellings, and abound in the public places: even
the ordinary utensils of the kitchen were fashioned in a remarkable
manner, and far more artistic than those of the present day. The most
ordinary utensils of the household are specimens of art that evoke the
admiration of every beholder.

As one walks through Pompeii he sees much to tell him that advertising
is not altogether an invention of the present age. Placards and
posters enlivened the streets; the walls were covered with them; and
in many places there were whitewashed patches of wall, serving for
the announcements which the writers wished to make public. These
panels were dedicated entirely to the public business, and anybody had
the right to paint upon them, in delicate and slender letters, the
advertisements which we now find in the columns of the newspapers.

[Sidenote: ADVERTISING IN THE OLDEN TIME.]

Many of these announcements were of a political character, such as
proclamations of candidates for public office. Pompeii was evidently
swallowed up just before an election. In reading the posters you will
find that sometimes it was a noble, sometimes a group of citizens,
and sometimes a corporation of tradesmen, who recommended some one
to the office of _ædile_ or _duumvir_. Thus Paratus nominates Pansa;
Philippus nominates Caius; Felix, and Valentinus, and his associates
prefer Sabinus. Sometimes the elector was in a hurry, and asked to
have his candidate chosen quickly. Sometimes a dozen guilds, such
as the fruiterers, the porters, the mule drivers, the salt makers,
carpenters, and others, united to urge the election of somebody.

Rather curiously, we found on some of these placards that the sleepers
declared their preference for somebody, and it puzzled us to know who
were these friends of sleep. Perhaps they may have been gentlemen who
did not like noise, or perhaps they were an association of tumultuous
fellows who thus disguised themselves under an ironical title. They
may have been a type of the class who are described in the present
slang of New York as _roosters_.

There were advertisements of lost property, hotels announcing rooms to
let, stolen horses, performances at the theatres, and various other
things, such as we see in the advertising papers, and in posters on
the walls at the present day.

There were some of these posters devoted to what we call _personals_.
Of course they were obscurely worded, so as to be understood only by
those for whom they were intended. One of my companions asserted that
one advertisement read, “Julia, same place, six P. M., Tuesday;” and
another said, “Scipio, come back; all will be forgiven;” and another
was, “Marcus has gone west, will return next week.”

I did not see these advertisements, and make the statement only on
his authority. I might have been inclined to believe it had he not
declared, with the most solemn visage, that he read an advertisement
thus: “Secure me a suit of rooms on the Boston steamer to-morrow.”
This was too much; and I told him that business was played out.

There were inscriptions in reference to the cleanliness of the
city; and some of them recalled, in terms too precise and definite
for modern times, the announcement of the present day, “Commit no
Nuisance.”

Pompeii was not a large city; it contained only about thirty
thousand inhabitants, and was rather a suburb than a great national
dwelling-place. The Rome of that day was many times larger; and when
we are considering the buried city, we must remember that we are
considering a small hamlet rather than a large capital.

[Sidenote: PICTURE OF THE DESTRUCTION.]

A volume might be filled with descriptions of Pompeii and its
contents; the forum, the theatres, the dwellings, the tombs, the
baths, the shops, the stables, the gardens, are all interesting.
According to the histories, it was during a festival that the eruption
took place. We may imagine the picture, that while the amphitheatre
was crowded and gladiatorial combats were in progress, the earth
shook, and the sky was dark with the clouds of smoke and ashes rising
from the great volcano. The Pompeians rushed from the amphitheatre,
and were overtaken by the shower of stones, and the deluge of ashes
falling like a burning snow upon the streets; the dust fills the
streets. Heaps of the burning ashes break through the houses, crushing
the tiles and burning the rafters; the fire falls from story to
story, and accumulates like earth thrown in to fill a trench. The
amphitheatre is speedily ingulfed, and no one remains in it but the
dead gladiators, and the prisoners enclosed in their cages, from which
there is no escape. Those who have sheltered themselves under the
shops, and in the arcade, were buried beneath the ashes and stones.

Skeletons are found everywhere, indicating how people were overtaken
in their flight. Here is a fallen woman grasping a bag of jewels; near
by is the skeleton of a man with a bunch of keys in one hand, and the
remains of a bag of coins in the other. A woman holding a child in
her arms took shelter in an oven, and was enclosed there. A soldier,
faithful to his duty, remains at his post before the gate of the city,
one hand upon his mouth, and the other on his spear, and in this
brave attitude he died. The family of Diomed assembled in his cellar,
where seventeen victims, women and children, were buried alive,
clinging closely to each other. The last agony of these poor wretches
is terrible to imagine.

[Illustration: BODIES OF POMPEIANS CAST IN THE ASHES.]

A priest of Isis, enveloped in flames, and unable to escape into the
street, cut through two walls with an axe, and fell at the foot of the
third, still clutching his weapon. A goat was found crouched in an
oven with its bell still attached to its neck. Prisoners were found
with their ankles riveted to iron bars. Everywhere skeletons have been
discovered, and they all picture the anguish and terror the sufferers
endured on the day of the eruption.

[Sidenote: OBSCENITY OF THE POMPEIANS.]

Many moralists, those who consider that Sodom and Gomorrah were
destroyed as a punishment for their crimes, are of opinion that
Pompeii was also destroyed because of its wickedness. The discoveries
in that city are, many of them, of a character not to be described in
public prints, especially by the aid of the engraver’s art, at the
present day. Some of the eardrops worn by the women were curious to
behold. Lamps were fashioned in forms quite as obscene as they are
fantastic; and the same may be said of the chandeliers, and of many
of the utensils used in ordinary life. Curiously engraved seals are
found that would hardly be suitable to impress to-day on the back of a
letter, and there were paintings on many of the walls that should be
covered from fastidious eyes.

Certain houses which in American cities are visited by stealth, and
whose locality is, to a certain extent, shrouded in obscurity, were
boldly designated by various symbols cut upon the stones of the
sidewalks and upon the lintels of the doors. Many of these objects
have been preserved, and are now in the Museum at Naples; they have
been placed in apartments by themselves, where any curious visitor may
examine them; and those who are curious in such matters I respectfully
refer to the Museum. The impressions on the sidewalks and over the
doors remain as they were, and may be examined by any tourist who is
interested in their study.

[Sidenote: NEW EXCAVATIONS.]

In the autumn of 1876, new excavations have been commenced in Pompeii,
and judge of the astonishment of the excavators, when, while digging
for unknown treasures, they come to a second city beneath the one
known to the reader. It has been buried there perhaps centuries before
New Pompeii was built, under lava and sulphurous matter, and the
architects, probably not knowing of the fact, erected their houses on
top of those of their forefathers. It almost seems that Art, in the
first-buried city, was far more advanced than in the latter. Marvels
of art and architecture have been found, and when we enter one of
those splendid edifices, and admire its paintings and statuary, we are
struck with admiration for the great accomplishments of men who lived
centuries before the birth of Christ.

Let us enter one of these houses, and see how they are built, and at
the same time admire the freschi, paintings, and statuary which adorn
the graceful abode of the ancients.

We enter the house by the _vestibulum_, or hall, and come into the
_atrium_, a large square, paved with marble, inlaid with the richest
mosaic of various colors. A row of pillars, adorned with the most
beautiful freschi, border it on the right and left, and between them
doors may be seen, which lead into bedrooms. The two last rooms on the
sides of this open space leave two small recesses, which are furnished
in the richest manner, and probably served as small reception-rooms.
In the center of this _atrium_ is an _impluvium_, or small reservoir,
generally provided with a fountain. Over this impluvium the roof
is open, and the sky may be seen. Going onward, right opposite the
entrance, we enter into the _tablinum_, which is not provided with a
door, and allows a free view over the _atrium_. This room probably
served for a large reception-room, as the most costly paintings and
the richest furniture are found here. On the right-hand side of this
room we find the _triclinium_, or dining-room, and on the other
side a cabinet of curiosities and gems is found. Between this last
apartment and the reception-room, a small passage is seen, which
probably served for the slaves, as they were not allowed to go through
the reception-room of their master. These rooms all open on the
peristyle, another oblong square, which has on either side a row of
sleeping-rooms, which probably were destined for the afternoon nap of
the old Romans. No beds are to be seen in them, only large, commodious
lounges.

[Sidenote: DESCRIPTION OF A HOUSE.]

At the end of this peristyle, which also is adorned with pillars and
statuary, and we may readily except flowers and plants of the richest
fragrance, we enter into a second eating-room, for the Romans had
one dining-hall for the winter, and one for the summer, or one for
ordinary, and another for festive occasions. A cabinet, dignified
with the name of library, is, in most cases, on the right-hand side
of this room, and in these apartments have been found many rolls
of papyrus (the reader will remember that the art of printing was
not invented before the fifteenth century after Christ), containing
manuscripts. On the other side was generally the kitchen. From this
last eating-room we enter into the _viridarium_, or garden. Modern
imagination can scarcely imagine the beauty and luxury of this cool
place of resort. Fountains of fragrant waters here filled the air with
sweet perfume, and we do not wonder that this place was devoted to a
rest after dinner, and the abode of love. The wall, which terminates
the garden and the house, is screened by the most beautiful plants,
which overshadow superb statuary, and we may imagine the beautiful
view which may be had from the _atrium_, through the different rooms
(as no doors interfere) to the green background, variegated by the
colors of flowers and the rich curtains, whose folds partly conceal
the _tablinum_ and the second dining-room.

The houses consist generally of one single floor, unless they are
very large, and we may easily see, from the plan here described, that
there is space enough for the comfort of all the inhabitants, and the
enjoyment of the numerous guests.

[Sidenote: ANCIENT PAINTINGS.]

If we wished to give a description of all the treasures found in
those ancient abodes, we might fill volumes, and therefore we will
only mention some of the most remarkable features of the recent
excavations. One picture has been exhumed at Pompeii, representing
the Three Graces, which Raphael, of course, could not possibly have
seen, yet the two compositions, although of different dimensions,
are precisely the same—in grouping, in form, in expression, and
even in charm. Now, not even a sketch of the picture was known
until long after the middle of the eighteenth century, while the
actual picture is a modern revelation altogether. Another fact was
discovered: Raphael, copying a statue, applied the very same process
to his painting which had been employed by his predecessors fifteen
centuries previously. Within the last few years, forty figures have
been redeemed from out these artistic tombs, which were evidently
details of an immense composition, intended for the adornment of a
theater or banqueting-hall, besides those, pictures of lightly-clad
figures, floating through the air, relieved against brown, black, and
crimson skies, with masses of carnation-cloud beneath their feet,
and gems hanging, so to speak, around them, enveloped in robes of
hyacinth, blue, green, and so on, the colors appearing to be laid
thickly on vitrified surfaces. It is a wonder to all artists how those
colors were laid on, not only as far as the magnificent coloring goes,
but even in what way it was done. We find painting in relief on the
smoothest surface of white marble; statuary even has been painted in
the most masterly way, and we see auburn and blonde hair painted in
a way which deceives even the sharpest observer; if we did not know
better, we would think that the statue had natural hair,—all the gloss
and the true tinge glowing through it is illustrated to absolute
perfection.

The Neapolitan chemists, of course, are very eager to unravel this
secret of their forefathers. Many a piece of painting has been
analyzed; many a fragment of painted beauty has been destroyed by
acids. However, till now, they did not succeed, and perhaps the art
will be for ever a mystery to us.

Upon the whole, as this antique city is thrown more and more open to
modern light, it proves to be the richest memorial extant of Grecian
genius, as represented by an art so different from, and still at the
same time so kindred to, sculpture. In most other classic centers,
while the form and the purity have survived, the color and the
splendor have faded; but here, as chamber after chamber, gallery after
gallery is opened, a new beauty of the past appears, freshly vivified
by the long-excluded light, and, as we are assured, labyrinths of
interest remain yet to be explored.

[Sidenote: AN ANCIENT WINE-SHOP.]

A wine-shop was lately found at Pompeii, roughly ornamented with
imitations of marbles in fresco. Over the podium of the front room
runs a band of stucco, with four groups or scenes painted on a white
ground. The first, on the left, represents a young man kissing a
woman dressed in yellow garments, with black shoes. She says, “Nolo,
cym myrta” * * “I don’t want to be kissed; go to your Myrtalis.”
The second scene represents, very likely, the same woman talking to
Myrtalis, who says, “Non mia, est.” They both point their fingers at a
third female, bringing in a great wine-jar and a glass. She says, “Qui
vol. symat oceane, veni. bibe,” an invitation to partake of the drink.
The third scene represents two gamblers seated, having the chess-board
on their knees, on which several latrunculi are seen disposed in rows
of different colors, yellow, black, white. The one on the left is
just throwing the dice, and says, “Exsi,” “I won.” The other answers,
pointing to the dice, “Non tria, duas est,” “You have got two, not
three.” Both fight in the fourth scene. One says, “Non it a me, tria,
ego, fvi,” “I did not throw two, but three. I have won.” The other
answers, “Orte fellator ego fvi,” “You ——! I have the game.” At this
moment the shop-keeper comes in, and pushing them outside, says,
“Itis, foras, riksatis,” “Go out to quarrel.”




XII.

VESUVIUS AND ITS ERUPTIONS.

     THE GREAT ERUPTION OF VESUVIUS.—WHAT IT DID.—THREE CITIES WIPED
     OUT.—LAVA AND ITS CHARACTER.—GOING TO THE MOUNTAIN.—SKIRMISHING
     WITH GUIDES AND BEGGARS.—ARCHITECTURAL STEEDS.—A HORSE WITH A
     HAND RAIL AROUND HIM.—COAT-HOOKS TO LET.—A MOTLEY CROWD.—HOW
     AN AMERICAN WAS MOUNTED.—A NEW MODE OF SPURRING.—THE ROAD FROM
     RESINA.—BURNING LAVA.—CROSSING THE LAVA BEDS.—CLIMBING ON
     FOOT.—HAPS AND MISHAPS.—AN ENGLISHMAN’S ACCIDENT.—LIGHTING A
     CIGAR AT THE CRATER.—SUFFOCATED BY SULPHUR FUMES.—DOWN AMONG THE
     ASHES.—A LONG FALL AND SLIDE.—IN HERCULANEUM.—UNDERGROUND BENEATH
     THE CITY.—“LOOK HERE.”—HOW THE CITY WAS DISCOVERED.—THE ERUPTION
     OF 1872.—HORRIBLE SCENES.—EXTENT OF THE DESTRUCTION.


The eruption of Vesuvius that buried Pompeii destroyed Herculaneum at
the same time. Some historians contend that the occurrences were not
identical in point of time; but, after all, it makes little difference
to us whether the two cities were simultaneously destroyed or not. The
probability is, and it is pretty well settled, that while the ashes
and stones from the crater of Vesuvius were blown upon Pompeii, the
lava and mud flowed in the direction of Herculaneum, and covered it. A
third city, Stabiæ, was destroyed at the same time—a fact which is not
generally known. Castellamare, a well-known summer resort near Naples,
stands on the site of Stabiæ, whose excavations, not having promised
very well, were filled up soon after they were begun.

The lava which flows from a volcano during violent eruptions is a
composition of melted stone and oxide of iron. The stone is mainly
feldspar and hornblende. There is a good deal of sulphur also in the
lava when it rises in the volcano, but the most of it is thrown out in
the form of sulphurous fumes. The lava very much resembles the slag or
scoriæ flowing from an iron foundery, and, when suddenly cooled, it
assumes a glassy character. When it consolidates or cools, it forms
what are known as volcanic rocks. If the streams of lava are cooled
under no other pressure than that of the atmosphere, they assume a
porous appearance. Lava, cooled under the surface of the water is much
more compact, and where it is cooled under heavy masses of earth and
rock, it becomes quite solid.

[Sidenote: STARTING FOR VESUVIUS.]

Our party visited Herculaneum after making a journey to Vesuvius.
We wished to see the volcano first, and afterwards to explore the
city which it had destroyed. We rode out of Naples, after our usual
struggle with the hackman, and at Resina left our carriage to proceed
on horseback. About half the population gathered to see us off. A
staff, or heavy stick, is considered indispensable, and each of us
purchased one from the crowd of boys and men, whose wooden material
was sufficient for starting a small forest. I think our selection
was made from about two hundred and forty-seven sticks, which they
simultaneously presented in our faces, and with the demands of the
venders and the piteous appeals of forty or fifty beggars, we had, for
a few minutes, a concord of sweet Italian sounds.

As soon as we had bought the sticks we used them to clear away the
crowd, and as we were all young, reasonably powerful, and as indignant
as we were powerful, we made a clear circle around us in a very short
time. Then we bargained for animals on which to ride. I obtained a
horse, something like those with which the famous Mackerel Brigade was
equipped.

[Sidenote: REMARKABLE STEEDS.]

My horse had no hand rail along his deck, by which to cling on, though
his back-bone had a close resemblance to a rail with a great many
knots on it. He had an elegant selection of knobs sticking out all
over him, on which to hang superfluous coats and other garments. One
of my companions offered to charter two of the knobs as coat-hooks,
but immediately withdrew his offer when the horse which he was to ride
was brought out. Mine looked like a frame with a skin drawn over it,
but his resembled a frame without any skin. I suggested that, when he
got through the journey, he might sell out his horse to be used as a
lantern for a light-house, and that the ribs would give a peculiar
effect to the rays of light.

The third man of the party obtained a mule that had lost one ear, and
had his tail eaten off by the rats. The beast had a habit of going
backward faster than forward, and before we had gone a mile we asked
the guide to shift the saddle so that our friend’s face could be
turned towards the stern of his craft; but the guide insisted that
such a thing had never been done, and that the mule would be all right
if the man behind him would give an occasional <DW8> with his stick.
The fourth man was mounted on a donkey, or mule, or horse; I cannot
say exactly what the animal was, but he seemed to be a mixture of the
three, with a small infusion of bull-dog and rhinoceros.

He had a hide that would turn a six-pound shot, and as for cudgelling,
he rather enjoyed it than otherwise. His rider had brought along a
pair of spurs, which he picked up a day or so before in Naples. He
proposed to show us his skill in mulemanship, but the mule was so
small, and his rider’s legs were so long, that the latter could not
reach the beast with his heels. I suggested a dodge which I had seen
in practice before. With the spurs on his heels my friend found his
feet too far aft, when he raised them, to do any good; I accordingly
suggested that, if he buckled the spurs on just below the knees, he
would find them to be of more advantage. He tried it with one spur,
which had a perceptible effect on the activity of the animal; but,
unfortunately, the activity was sidewise, or backwards, or in circles,
and not straight ahead. The beast either sidled along the track, or
else went in quick plunges, in a way that was very uncomfortable. Our
whole cavalcade, considered as an average, did not get along very
fast, and every fifteen minutes we had a grand kicking plunge all
round; but we were all sufficiently accustomed to the saddle to save
ourselves from being thrown. We made about three miles an hour each
along the route, or fifteen miles an hour for the five of us, which,
on the whole, was not to be considered bad.

The road from Resina winds along sometimes over the lava beds, and
sometimes on a carriage-way, constructed at great expense, but now
almost entirely useless. In some places the lava, though it had been
lying there several years, was quite warm, and there were cracks, from
which the heat steadily issued. Lava requires a long time for cooling,
and sometimes, where it is of great depth, it will not cool enough
for one to walk upon it within two years after it has flowed from the
mountain. We got along very well, assisted as we were by the native
loafers, who followed us, and occasionally took a turn at, or, rather,
with, our animal’s tails. With the mild beasts they got along very
well, and I think the animals would have had their tails twisted off
before breaking into a run; but the vicious beasts did not like the
arrangement, and they either quickened their pace, or let fly their
heels at the twisters.

[Sidenote: A SAFE HORSE.]

My horse had been warranted to me as a safe beast, and after we had
fairly started, I found that he was pretty nearly as safe as a dead
horse. When he began to climb the mountain, he really seemed to be
more dead than alive, and no persuasion, whether with my stick or
heels, could induce him to break into a run. When we reached the foot
of the cone, half a dozen boys offered to hold him; but I concluded he
had better hold the boys—one was quite sufficient to keep him quiet
while we made the upward journey.

The real work of climbing Vesuvius began at the foot of the cone. The
beasts that had brought us would not go beyond this point, and so we
dismounted. After refreshing ourselves with a bottle of villanous
wine, that tasted of sulphur, sewer-water, and other delightful
things, we removed our coats and started upward. There was a fresh
lot of loafers, who wanted to assist us. They had chairs strung upon
two poles, by which four men could carry a person to the summit. The
chairs were very good things in their way, but I preferred to walk,
and so did my companions. The path sloped at an angle of forty-five
degrees, and was made up of ashes and stones. The natives had arranged
the stones in such a way, that a person could step from one to another
without great difficulty, only that it happened that the stones were
so far apart that they occasionally needed a pretty wide step.

[Sidenote: SEDAN CHAIRS.]

Finding I would not be carried in a chair, the loafers importuned me
to be dragged up with a strap or rope. A stout fellow went in front of
me, and continually pressed me to seize a strap which he invitingly
pushed before my nose. I repeatedly told him that I did not want
it; but he stuck to me half way up, and then concluded I was a bad
bargain. As I would not accept his offer of assistance, he proposed
that I should give him half a franc to leave me. This I refused to
do, and told him he might go to the summit if he liked, and enjoy the
scenery; but he wanted no summit, unless he could earn something. He
started back down the mountain, and I had the pleasure of seeing him
miss his footing, and roll to the bottom. I learned afterwards that,
most unfortunately, he did not break his neck, and was not seriously
injured.

I have had a good deal of climbing in my life, but that was the worst
thirteen hundred feet I ever made at one time and in one piece. I
had to stop several times on the way up, in order to take breath,
and something with it to make the breath go down. One of my friends
suggested giving it up when near the summit; he said there had been a
great mistake in the statements of the guides and guide-books. I asked
him how it was, and he said, “We were informed that donkeys go only
to the foot of the cone, and not to the top; but it is my impression
that there are now four of the greatest donkeys in the known world
trying to reach the summit.” We forgave him for his joke, and, after a
mouthful of bad wine, he felt better, and proceeded.

For a good deal of the distance where we climbed it seemed as if we
slipped back one step for every two or three that we took forward, and
in some places we slipped back two steps where we went forward one.
An exhausted Englishman was just ahead of us, and his misery gave us
great comfort. One of the Italians had a leather strap fastened about
his own neck, and persuaded the Englishman to take hold of it. Another
Italian went before the first, and held on to a strap around the first
man’s waist. Another Italian went behind the Englishman, and pushed
him ahead, so that he managed to get along very fairly.

[Sidenote: AN ENGLISHMAN’S MISHAP.]

At a critical moment the rear Italian slipped; the Englishman slipped
next, and pulled down the two fellows in front. The result was, that
the whole four were doubled up in a heap, rolled over in the ashes,
and lost about fifty feet of distance before they could recover
themselves. For about a minute there was a confused mass of legs,
arms, and curses, some Italian and some English, which drew forth
shouts of laughter from the spectators. The enraged Britisher did not
like the journey, and gave up the attempt as a bad job. We were sorry
for this, as we expected him to be suffocated in the sulphur fumes at
the top, and afford us an opportunity to observe his agony.

When we reached the summit we sat down to rest, and take a little
wine. Then the guide led us around to the crater, where the fumes of
sulphur and clouds of steam were rising out of the volcano, and around
a great, yawning gulf, that was a complete mass of fire. We had to
hold our kerchiefs over our noses to save us from suffocation, and
even with this it was almost impossible to breathe. The crater, at
that time, was comparatively small,—at least, so they told me,—but it
seemed to me a very fair crater for all practical purposes. The flames
filled it from side to side. Their colors were white, purple, yellow,
and crimson, and they threw up clouds of smoke and steam. It seemed as
if the summit of the mountain was hollow, and might easily be broken
in. If a man should fall into the crater, his chance of escape would
be as good as if he was dropped into the middle of the Atlantic Ocean,
with a twenty ton anchor fastened to his neck.

It seemed to me as if there might be an eruption at any moment, and
I wanted to get away from the place; but the guide said there was
no danger, that the crater always filled up before an explosion,
and that they knew days and weeks beforehand when it would occur. To
convince me that there was no danger, he said that he had a family to
support, and wanted to live, though I could see no reason why, and he
had no hesitation in going close up to the edge. Although I had no
family to support, I knew a man who had one. I therefore concluded to
do as he did, and so crept up and looked over, holding the kerchief
all the while to my face.

[Sidenote: LOOKING INTO THE CRATER.]

A very brief gaze was sufficient for me, not because the sight was
less grand than I had expected, but because the fumes of sulphur were
so strong that I feared I might faint, and in falling, drop into that
confounded hole. There are various modes of death which I should
consider disreputable, and dropping into a volcano is one of them.

We went so near to the fire that I lighted my cigar at the flames of
Vesuvius, and as I was quite weary I enjoyed the cigar with a great
deal of relish. We cooked some eggs which we purchased of an Italian
speculator. He had brought them up at a venture, and provided himself
with salt and bread, and a few bottles of wine, so that we were able
to make a comfortable meal. Our appetites had been sharpened by the
labor of climbing, and we made a hearty repast, the more so as a view
was displayed before us which I will not easily forget. Gold and blue,
that brilliant gold of the sun, a whole world of cheerful beams, and
a splendid azure-blue is lying upon the sea under us. That is a sky
so magnificent, so many-, as no other country has ever seen.
Yonder lies Capri, there Procida, and at a little distance Ischia, all
floating upon the water, like so many boats, adorned with many-
flags, all splendor, all charm. This wreath of villages and cities,
washed by the bay of Naples, glistens like marble, and yonder, where
the sea pierces so deep in the land, is Naples. That charming city
is surrounded by landscapes of the brightest hues, blue, green, life
and joy! The Neapolitans, proud of this gem, call her “a piece of
paradise lost upon the earth.” A view of the bay of Naples from the
top of Vesuvius is probably the most charming one upon earth. The
great difficulty of the ascension, and the still greater annoyance of
the beggars; and the enormous number of curious visitors, has led a
company to project a railroad, which does away with all such troubles.
The distance from the suburbs of Naples to the top of Vesuvius is
twenty-six miles, twenty-three of which are to be laid with ordinary
railroad tracks, and the distance from Atrio del Cavallo to the top,
which is the steepest stretch, being three miles, is a wire-rope road,
which prevents the cars from sliding back over the steep plane. The
plan is made to have the whole road covered with a vaulted roof of
lava, to a distance of about one hundred feet from the crater, which
will at the same time divide the streaming lava into two tributaries,
running on either side of the road, which is built of lava also,
and is elevated. The model of the road is the same as that of the
_Rigi_. One of the stations of the road is the observatory of Prof.
Palmieri, who here feels the pulse of the mountain. He showed us, with
the greatest courtesy, the different scientific instruments of which
he makes use for his investigations. It would take too much space
to describe them here; let it suffice to say that they enable the
professor to make his calculations to a nicety, and that we really may
say that he “feels the pulse” of the mountain; he not only knows what
is going on at the moment in this great reservoir of lava, but he is
able to predict an approaching eruption.

[Illustration: RAILROAD FROM NAPLES TO THE SUMMIT OF MT. VESUVIUS.]

[Sidenote: THE PROJECTED RAILROAD.]

Going down the mountain was much easier than going up. We did not go
down at the same place where we made the ascent, but went a little
to one side, where we could walk down through the ashes. The first
step or so is a little trying to the nerves, but after two or three
steps you acquire confidence and then let yourself out. All you need
to do is to stand erect, throw your head back, and start off, putting
one foot before the other in a dignified sort of way. The ashes are
generally dry and dusty, but at the time of my descent they had just
been moistened by a slight fall of rain, so that no dust arose from
them. Our feet settled in the ashes up to the ankles, and at every
step we went forward six or eight yards. It took us an hour and a
quarter to climb the mountain, and we came down in seven minutes,
including a halt on the way to make love to an English girl, who had
slipped, and was unable to pick herself up. We assisted her to her
feet, and lost a minute or two in our work of gallantry.

[Sidenote: RACING IN THE LAVA BEDS.]

A countryman of ours who attempted to come down just behind us was
not quite as successful as ourselves. He managed to pitch forward and
turn a very pretty somersault; but the exercise did not improve his
personal appearance or his temper. When he brought himself to rights,
and reached the place where the horses were standing, he was very much
dilapidated, and as cross as a bear with a chewed ear.

It is hard work to ascend Vesuvius, but it is jolly fun to come down.

[Illustration: DESCENT OF VESUVIUS.]

We mounted our animals and came away. On the steepest part of the
descending road, we tried to get up a race, thinking that the laws of
gravitation would help us. Part of the beasts were induced to run, but
there were two or three out of which no speed could be made faster
than a walk. Even a descent as steep as the roof of an ordinary house
had no temptations for them, and I wanted to try the experiment of
flinging them over a precipice, to see whether they could be started
into anything like a respectable pace. I have my doubts about it; and
had they been flung from a perpendicular cliff, I think they would
have come down through the air as majestically and as calmly as a
parachute descends from a balloon.

When we reached Resina, we rode to Herculaneum. The modern discovery
of this city resulted from digging a well in the year 1709. The site
of the city had been lost, owing to the great depth—nearly one hundred
feet—of the solid material which covered it. Properly speaking,
Herculaneum was destroyed by liquid mud, rather than by burning lava.
Since the destruction of the city, there have been six different
overflows of lava, so that for all practical purposes the site is
covered with this solid material.

When the well referred to was being made, the workmen came upon
another well; an ancient affair, nearly eighty feet from the surface.
Several works of art were brought to light, but for some reason
the government of Naples prohibited the explorations. Thirty years
later, they have been renewed, and have since been prosecuted at
different intervals. At the present time the excavations are continued
with much zeal, and startling discoveries are being made.

[Illustration: SEARCHING FOR RELICS AT HERCULANEUM.]

As was the case with Pompeii, so over ancient Herculaneum a new
city has been built. Underground passages have been explored like
those of a mine, without uncovering them to the light of day. One
great difficulty of the excavations exists in the fact that whilst
Pompeii, at the time of the great eruption, was covered with ashes,
Herculaneum was covered with liquid lava, which, if not exposed to the
air, requires sometimes two or three years to cool off, but then it
is almost as hard as flag-stone. It is easily to be seen that under
such difficulties the excavations but slowly progressed; the more so,
as the digging has to be done very carefully, so as not to mar the
relics, for which the excavation properly is done.

It is not often that articles are found at a height above four feet
from the floor, as their weight naturally carried them downwards
through the soft mass of ashes. The digging is therefore rapidly
prosecuted until the uniform above level has been attained. After
this, the workmen carefully examine every piece of lava which they
extract by small portions. As soon as the experienced eye of any
worker recognizes the indications of a mold being formed in the lava,
labor near that point is stopped, and tamping irons are cautiously
inserted to make two or three vents in the cavity. Then liquid plaster
is poured in; and after being left sufficiently long to harden, the
lava is taken away, and the cast is removed.

[Sidenote: A YOUNG MAN AND A YOUNG LADY.]

In this way some curious facts have been brought to light. Two
skeletons were found in close embrace, the teeth perfect, indicating
youth in its prime; skeletons of a young man and maid. They had
fallen together in their flight, and death had wedded them. There
was a mother with her three children, hand-in-hand, who tried vainly
to outrun death. Perhaps the mother, singly, might have done it, but
she could not leave her children. Plenty of food for sad thought is
furnished in remembering that at Herculaneum and Pompeii, six hundred
skeletons have already been exhumed!—many in such positions and
circumstances as to suggest very touching episodes accompanying the
final catastrophe.

The skeleton of a dove was found in a niche overlooking the garden
of a house. She had kept to her post, notwithstanding the shower of
hot, death-dealing lava. She sat on her nest through all the storm,
shielding the egg which was taken from beneath her.

[Sidenote: THE STREETS OF HERCULANEUM.]

The streets of Herculaneum are all paved with lava, just as the
streets of Naples are paved to-day. One street is more than thirty
feet wide, and furnished with raised sidewalks. The houses were
mostly of brick, and in general appearance and structure like
those of Pompeii, which we described before. Magnificent pieces
of art were taken out of them, but it is to be deplored that the
paintings, as a rule, fade as soon as they are exposed to the
light of day. Many statues and busts and pieces of furniture claim
our highest admiration; they are admirably executed, and evince a
highly-cultivated taste. Various musical and surgical instruments, and
boxes, and many utensils belonging to the kitchen and toilet, call our
attention, especially those of the kitchen, the utensils being very
variegated, and mostly manufactured of copper lined with silver. Many
imitations of precious stones have been found; they naturally excite
the curiosity of the chemist, who is eager to know how the old Romans
produced them. Most of these articles are now exhibited in the Museum
of Naples, where the paintings are kept under glass, which precaution
prevents the fading of the brilliant colors as much as possible.

Herculaneum possessed a theater, which claims our greatest attention,
as it is the most important building discovered. It was able to
contain eight thousand persons. Its walls are highly decorated, and
its floors and pillars were constructed of different  marble.

[Sidenote: SIGNOR FIORELLI.]

Signor Fiorelli, the Italian engineer who supervises the excavations
at Herculaneum and Pompeii, claims that Pompeii did not contain more
than 12,000 inhabitants at the time of the eruption, although it
has generally been supposed that the population was from 20,000 to
50,000.

[Illustration: THE GATE OF HERCULANEUM AND STREET OF TOMBS.]

Eight gates have been discovered, and the roads outside of them are
lined on each side with tombs of considerable size and architectural
pretension. The street of tombs, before the gate of Herculaneum, was
probably the principal burial place of the city; and the sepulchral
monuments adorning it, give evidence of the refined taste and great
wealth of the prominent inhabitants. The streets, which, for the most
part, run in regular lines, are, with some exceptions, barely wide
enough to admit a single vehicle. Five of the main streets have been
partially or wholly traced, and with these a regular system of minor
streets appear to have been connected. The thoroughfares, with a
single exception, terminate in or traverse the western quarter of the
city, which is the only part yet completely explored.

The Italian government at present liberally assisting the excavations,
the space now laid bare measures about 670,000 square feet, or
one-third the whole area occupied by the city. Signor Fiorelli
calculates that, making the excavations on an average twenty-five feet
deep, and employing eighty-one laborers daily, the whole city will be
unearthed in 1947.

Our descent into Herculaneum was by a staircase opening from a small
house, where we found a number of guides in uniform. We paid our two
francs each, and were remitted to the care of a guide, who pretended
to speak English, but, to our great amusement, we soon found out that
the whole extent of his English vocabulary amounted to: “Look here!”
which precluded every explanation given in Italian. His knowledge of
English only tended to make his Italian sound very funny indeed.

After we had seen all that was noteworthy, we mounted the steps into
the open air, and returned to Naples. When passing Mt. Vesuvius, our
guide told us, that indications of an eruption had been observed, and
really in the following year the eruptions came. It did much damage
and attracted many visitors to Naples, but it did not equal in extent
or magnificence the great eruption of 1872. This outbreak began on the
23d of April, and was at once the grandest and most terrible of all
the eruptions that have occurred during this generation.

[Sidenote: THE ERUPTION OF 1872.]

For some days previous to the outbreak the mountain gave indications
of approaching activity, and when the eruption began, hundreds of
people observed it from the old lava beds between the observatory and
the town of Resina, and some of them remained there during the whole
of the night of April 25. Early the next morning two great seams
opened under these spectators’ feet; hot sulphurous vapors enveloped
them, and as they sought safety in flight, great rivers of lava
rushed out of the newly-opened craters, and threatened the frightened
sight-seers with speedy destruction. Some found the earth under them
too hot to be walked upon, and, falling down, perished where they
were. Others were suffocated by the gaseous emanations from the earth,
and still others were so injured that they died after reaching a place
of safety.

In the towns and villages around the volcano the destruction of
property was very great, but the people generally escaped by timely
flight.

In all the towns the terror was wide-spread. Nine distinct craters
were opened, and lava streams, some of them sixteen feet deep, ran
down the sides of the mountains, destroying everything in their
paths. Several of the villages were almost entirely buried in ashes,
as ancient Pompeii was in the eruption previously described. Even in
Naples, people were almost smothered with the shower of dust, cinders,
and sand that poured down for days. Every window was kept closed, and
every traveller through the streets was compelled to protect himself
by carrying an umbrella; and there were serious fears, on the part
of the timid, that the beautiful Italian city of to-day was to play
the tragic part of Pompeii in a repetition of the terrible scenes of
eighteen hundred years ago.

[Illustration: THE CRATER OF VESUVIUS.]

Many people lost their lives, some in consequence of remaining to
protect their property, and others from venturing too near out of
motives of curiosity. At one time a group of fifty or more people were
surrounded by the lava, and burned to death in sight of those who
were powerless to aid them. They were standing on a little hill, and
did not see, until too late, that the lava had flowed around it, and
placed them on an island, as it were, with a red-hot river all around
them. Many others were burned by the lava and the hot blasts which
came from it in various parts of its course. A gentleman who witnessed
the eruption thus describes the scene in a letter written from Naples
on the 27th of April, 1872:—

[Sidenote: STORY OF AN EYE-WITNESS.]

“Yesterday morning I went out to get a carriage to go up Mount
Vesuvius, and on my way I was asked by a respectable looking man in
the street if I had heard the news of the night. He then told me
that hundreds of people, who had gone up the night before to see
the burning lava in the Atrio di Cavallo, were dead. I had seen the
mountain at eleven o’clock the night before, when there was a stream
of lava running from the top of the cone into the Atrio—that is, the
valley between Vesuvius and the adjoining hill, the Somma, where
there seemed to be a lake of fire. Later in the night there was a
tremendous eruption, a large crater opening suddenly between the
Observatory and the Atrio di Cavallo, across the path of the visitors,
it is said, of a mile in diameter. We started from Naples at eight
o’clock. The view of the mountain was magnificent. An enormous cloud
of dense white smoke was ascending to an immense height above the
mountain, like great fleeces of cotton wool, quite unlike any cloud I
ever saw. I could see the lava rushing from several openings to the
right of and above the Observatory, but below the cone. The lava was
still flowing from the cone into the Atrio, but no ash or dust was
thrown up. We drove on to Resina, where the population were in fearful
excitement, not knowing what to do, and apparently apprehensive of
instant death—everybody making signs to us, and telling us to go back.
We went on to the Piazza di Pugliano, where we were stopped and told
that no one was allowed to go up the mountain, by order of the police.
However, after some expostulation, I took a guide on the box and
started again.

[Sidenote: AN ISLAND OF FIRE.]

“A few minutes afterwards we met a cart bringing down a dead body, and
as we went on we saw other bodies—at least twelve—of which one only
appeared to be living. They were frightfully burned on the face and
hands, and some, which were carried on chairs, in a sitting position,
were very ghastly objects. Further on we met people—officials,
apparently—coming down, all warning us to go back. At last, when we
had arrived at an elbow of the road not far below the Observatory, we
met the officer who has charge of the Observatory, who said we could
not go on; that the danger was imminent; that the lava was running
across and down the road before us; that he had orders from the
prefect of Naples to prevent any one ascending, and that we could not
pass. My coachman was getting a little anxious, though I will do him
the justice to say he was not afraid; so I consented not to take the
carriage beyond a turn in the road above us to the right, especially
as I did not wish to meet the lava in a narrow road where we could not
turn the carriage. We left the carriage there, and ascended on foot
with the guide by a path straight up the mountain-side.

“At length we stood on the edge of the flat ground reaching to the
foot of the cone. Currents of lava were running down on both sides
of us far below; the craters from which they flowed were hidden by
the smoke; clouds of smoke were ascending from the top of the cone,
and the lava still pouring down the Atrio. The roar of the mountain,
which we had first heard at Portici was now tremendous, continuous,
and unlike anything else I ever heard,—millions of peals of thunder
rolling at the same time,—when suddenly, about noon, there was a
cessation, with a low, rolling sound; and one heard the ticking and
rippling of the lava currents pouring down the hill-sides below. Then,
in about a minute, came a deafening roar, shaking the ground under
our feet; and a new crater burst forth just on the other side of the
Observatory, as it seemed to us, and dense clouds of ashes and stones
were thrown up into the air on the left hand of, and mingling with,
the great white cloud, making a great contrast with the dark-brown
dust and ashes, which rose perpendicularly to an immense height. The
roaring continued and kept on increasing till it became deafening, and
I began to think it might injure our ears. We staid there about an
hour and a half.

[Sidenote: A MAGNIFICENT SCENE.]

“The scene was magnificent, the smoke occasionally clearing away and
giving us the view towards the Atrio, that towards the cone being
always clear; but as some of our party fancied that the ground might
open under our feet, and that we might find ourselves in the midst of
a new crater, I at length reluctantly sent the guide to bring up the
carriage. Had I been alone I should have staid there till the evening.
When we had gone down a short distance the same phenomena again
appeared. The sudden cessation of the tremendous roaring, the clicking
and rippling of the falling lava, and the low muttering became then
again audible; then the fearful roar, and the shaking of the ground,
and another crater burst forth on the flank of the mountain, below the
Observatory, sending up clouds of dust and ashes, which rolled over
and over till they reached an enormous height, but quite separate from
the other clouds. All this time the sun was shining in an Italian sky
without a cloud.

“After stopping some time to admire the scene, we continued our
descent; but before we reached the bottom of the hill we saw the lava
from the last crater tearing its way down through the vineyards to our
right with wonderful rapidity. Just an hour after we left the top of
the hill the cone commenced sending up torrents of stones, which fell
in all directions; but whether the red-hot hail reached our position
on the height I know not. When we reached Resina it was curious to
see the congratulations for what they thought our escape on the faces
of the people. The uncertainty and the panic were gone, and they were
steadily packing up their beds and the few things they could carry,
and starting with every sort of conveyance to put their guardian
saint, St. Gennaro, between them and the danger. When I started from
Naples I expected to find all the world at the top of the mountain;
but, to my great surprise, there was not a single stranger there—only
the few persons employed in bringing down the dead. I believe the
police prevented any carriage passing after ours. The awful roaring of
the mountain continued and increased till midnight, when it ceased,
and only roared again for a short time about four o’clock. To-day the
mountain is quieter, and the Neapolitans are a trifle less pale. The
view of the mountain at midnight was grand in the extreme.”

[Sidenote: THE ERUPTION SUBSIDING.]

Several villages were destroyed in this eruption, and many acres of
vines were covered with lava and ashes. But as soon as the eruption
was over, many of those who had fled returned to whatever of their old
homes they could find. There is something strange in the fascination
of the people for the places which they are well aware are liable at
any time to the lava torrent or the storm of ashes. Eruptions have
occurred, and will occur again; but all the reasoning you can offer
would not induce these Italian peasants to go and live elsewhere.

At the present time Professor Palmieri reports from his observatory,
near the top of the crater, that symptoms have been observed by him
which indicate a new eruption, and strange to say, the Italians, who
are accustomed to live constantly in danger, quietly look out for the
occurrence, living at the very foot of the death-dealing mountain. The
soil is extremely fertile, and eagerness for wealth seems here even to
expel fear for death.




XIII.

THE CAVERNS OF NAPLES.

     EXCAVATIONS NEAR NAPLES.—POZZUOLI.—VISIT TO THE CAVE OF
     THE CUMEAN SIBYL.—ACCIDENT TO AN ENGLISH TRAVELLER.—HUMAN
     PACK-HORSES.—DARKNESS AND TORCHES.—THE LAKE OF AVERNUS.—DROWNED
     IN BOILING WATER.—A DANGEROUS WALK.—IN NERO’S PRISON.—INSTRUMENTS
     OF TORTURE.—USE OF THE RACK.—THE IRON BEDSTEAD.—BROILING A MAN
     ALIVE.—TREATMENT OF PRISONERS.—AN ANCIENT FUNERAL. —VIRGIL’S
     TOMB.—CONSTRUCTING WINE CELLARS.—NOVEL PLAN OF ROBBERY.


The traveller who visits Naples has abundant opportunities for making
underground explorations in the neighborhood of that city. A few of
the places he can examine are of natural origin—the Blue Grotto,
for example; but by far the greater part of them are artificial. A
most interesting journey can be made to Pozzuoli and its immediate
neighborhood. With a longing desire to see some of the underground
curiosities that have made that part of Italy famous, I arranged a
tour in that direction before I had fairly settled myself at the
hotel. We made a party of three, all Americans, and all as impatient
and uneasy as our race is said to be when travelling on the continent.
A skirmish with a horde of rapacious coachmen secured us a carriage,
and we drove out of Naples by the road which skirts the bay in the
direction of Rome.

Arriving in the vicinity of the famous places, we were beset by
guides, who almost climbed into the carriage in their eagerness to
secure an engagement. We picked out the cleanest of the lot, or
rather the least dirty, and mounted him upon the box by the side of
the driver, where he sat in all the dignity of an emperor. He spoke a
confused jumble of English, French, and Italian, which was no language
in particular, but might be anything in general. His first movement
was to stop at a wayside house, from which a woman emerged bringing us
half a dozen candles or torches of twisted rags and tallow, each of
them as large as one’s wrist, and about three feet long. We objected
to so many, but the guide assured us they would all be needed. I was
inclined to doubt his statement, from my knowledge of the rascality of
guides in general; but he met me with the promise, “Me them will pay
for if not they be wanted, Si, signor. You verrez will.”

Of course we could not refuse after this guarantee. I paid for the
torches with a silent resolution to make the fellow eat what were left
over; and, as the tallow was bad, and the rags were worse, there was
good reason to believe they would not make an agreeable dinner.

[Sidenote: GOING TO POZZUOLI.]

Soon after making this purchase, the work of sight-seeing began.
Each place we visited had a man at the entrance, and not one of us
could go inside without paying for the privilege. There were always a
half dozen idle fellows hanging about ready to sell cameos and other
curiosities which had been dug up in the vicinity, as they solemnly
avowed; in reality the cameos were of modern manufacture, and made in
Rome or Naples. The speculators would begin by asking fifty francs for
a cameo which was worth about five, and which they would sell for five
if they could not get any more. If we safely ran the gantlet through
these avaricious tradesmen, we were beset by local guides who wanted
to lead us, and we generally found it desirable to employ some of them
in order to see what the place contained. In one instance these guides
acted as pack-horses, and I can testify that one of them, at least,
had all that he wanted to carry; and this is the way it happened.

[Illustration: CITY OF NAPLES, BAY, AND MT. VESUVIUS.—SEAPORT
OF SOUTH ITALY, NEAR THE SITES OF HERCULANEUM AND POMPEII.]

[Illustration: A RIDE IN NAPLES.]

At the cave of the Cumean Sibyl, where the Emperor Nero and other
famous men of the olden time were accustomed to go to hear the
prophecies on which their fate depended, we found a larger crowd than
usual. A party of Americans were just emerging as we entered, and one
of them intimated that the place laid over anything he had yet seen.
Our torches were lighted, and we went forward quite a distance,
through a tunnel eight or ten feet wide, out of which a smaller tunnel
descended. Down this tunnel we walked until we came to the edge of a
black, repulsive pool, over which the light shone very dimly. There
was considerable smoke hanging over the water, and altogether the
place was about as gloomy as anything I had ever seen. For all that
could be discovered, the pool might be a thousand feet deep, and any
number of miles across; to venture upon it might be like venturing
upon the Atlantic Ocean, or any other great body of water. I noticed
that the guides had their trousers rolled to the knee, and were
barefooted. They fearlessly entered the water; two of them carried the
torches, and three others backed themselves to the edge where there
was a sort of stepping-stone.

“What is to be done now?” we asked of our private guide.

“Montez ze backs ze men of,” he replied. “You they carry porteez will
to Grotto del Sibyl.”

[Sidenote: HUMAN PACK MULES.]

We hesitated to trust ourselves with these fellows, who might drown
us, or throw us into a hole a few thousand feet deep, and leave us to
come up again through the crater of Mount Vesuvius. But finally we
concluded to try it, and so we mounted our two-legged steeds and rode
off.

It happened that I was the heaviest of our party, and it also happened
that the man who took me did not weigh as much as I did by at least
fifty pounds. He trembled beneath me like a plateful of jelly in the
hands of an intoxicated waiter, and I expected every moment he would
drop me into the water. We went out from the shore into the smoky
darkness, and in less than a minute we were completely at sea. Water
was beneath and around us, and there was a black sky above that we
could almost touch. No horizon was visible, and altogether we seemed
to be in a world about ten feet in diameter, and without sun, moon, or
stars.

Our porters splashed along in water about two feet deep, and I thought
much more of the liability of my pack animal to stumble than I did of
the Cumean Sibyl and her oracles. Nero was less in my mind than the
garlic-eating Italian beneath me, and I was much less interested in
the Roman kings than in a certain subject of Victor Emanuel. Our trio
exchanged comments on this novel mode of travelling, and for the time
we had very little appreciation of the wonderful history of Rome and
her dependencies.

[Sidenote: CUMEAN SIBYL.]

As near as my recollection serves, we had about five minutes of this
sort of travel, when the head of our procession came to a halt before
a recess in the wall, which our leader described as the Sibyl’s Bath.
It seems that before delivering her oracles, she used to take a bath,
on the principle, doubtless, that cleanliness is next to godliness,
and the purer her skin the more likely would the gods be to aid her
with their inspiration. The artists represent her as a pretty woman,
and of course she was well aware that frequent bathing had a tendency
to preserve her good looks.

The couch or bench where she reclined when delivering her oracles was
pointed out, and as it then appeared, it was anything but comfortable.
The presence of the water in the cave was explained to be something
modern, and not at all in fashion when the Sibyl used to be at home
to visitors of wealth and distinction. She used to keep her floor dry
and well swept, and probably she had a little sideboard with a cold
ham or two and a bottle of wine. Nero was a frequent caller, both in
fashionable and unfashionable hours, and used to send her valuable
presents. Mrs. Nero was jealous, but the old gentleman was in a
position to do pretty much as he liked, and didn’t mind her scolding.
One of my companions showed me a scrap of paper, which he said he
found just inside the entrance to the cave, while I was paying off the
guides. It ran as follows:—

  May 10, 4 P. M.

     DEAREST SIB: Expect me at eight. The old lady is going out this
     evening, and won’t miss me. Have the tea ready, and send out for
     a bottle of Clicquot. I will bring a mince pie and some Limburger
     cheese; also a new pair of ear-rings and a chignon.

                              Your loving
                                        NERO.

I suspected that the note was a forgery, as it was written in English,
and the paper had the water-mark of 1866. I called my friend’s
attention to these slight discrepancies, and he at once put the paper
in his pocket, and said nothing more about it.

[Sidenote: AN UNFORTUNATE ENGLISHMAN.]

After looking at the couch of the Sibyl we started back to our
landing-place. Just as we neared it we met another party going in. One
of the porters of the new party was evidently weak in the knees, for
he stumbled just as he passed me, and went down like a handful of mud.
The gentleman he carried was dropped into the water, and fell flat, as
though intending to take a swim. He slowly rose to his feet, and after
blowing the water from his mouth with a noise like the spouting of a
whale, he ventured several remarks that were nowise complimentary to
his porter or to the place. He appeared somewhat excited. His language
showed him to be English, but there was nothing in it to indicate that
he was a member in good and regular standing of the Church of England.
He did not finish his journey to the bath and couch of the Sibyl, but
followed us to the shore, where he wrung himself out, and then retired
to his carriage to be hung up to dry. With a heartlessness peculiar to
many travellers, he refused to pay the porter for his services. It is
fortunate that the latter did not understand English, as he would have
been offended at the remarks which were made about him.

From the Sibyl’s Cave we went to the famous Lake of Avernus, which
was described by Virgil long before anybody who reads this book was
familiar with a single word of Latin. Near the lake is the famous
passage into the mountain about which Virgil wrote:—

“Facilis descensus Averni. Sed revocare gradum, hic opus, hic labor
est.”

We paid our admission fee, and then prepared according to the
directions of the guide. We laid aside our coats and vests, removed
our collars, neck-ties, and hats, and altogether put ourselves in
a condition quite improper in polite society. A boy stood ready to
precede us in a costume consisting of a pair of pantaloons and a tin
pail. A fresh egg was now shown us, and we examined it to see that it
was quite cold and raw. The boy then took the egg and a torch, and
went into a tunnel like the one at the Sibyl’s Cave. A blast of hot
air met us at the entrance, as though it came from a furnace, and I
thought of Nebuchadnezzar and the treat that he used to have for his
visitors. On and on we went, and also down and down. Old Virgil was
right when he said that the descent was easy, for we went down with
the grace of so many oysters entering the mouth of a champagne bottle.
Hotter and hotter grew the air, and before we were half way down I
remembered some business that I had neglected when I left America.
I wanted to go back to look after it, but my friends argued that it
would keep a little longer, and I had better go on. So we continued
down into the bowels of the mountain, over a slippery pathway and in a
temperature as agreeable as that of the stoker’s room on a steamship.

We reached the end at last, and the boy stooped to the edge of a pool
of water and placed the egg within it. We could see a thin vapor
rising from the surface, and readily imagined that it was steam. The
boy was careful of his hands, more careful than was necessary, since
he might have added to the interest of the occasion by scalding them,
and then hiring another boy to take his place. There were plenty of
boys outside who could be hired cheap, and if a dozen were killed
daily by scalding, or rendered helpless, it would have made no serious
diminution of the Italian population.

[Sidenote: FACILIS DESCENSUS AVERNI.]

We stood there a couple of minutes, and then the boy took the tin pail
and scooped up the egg and a quart or two of water. He then started
back, and scrambled quite nimbly up the steep and slippery path. It
was a difficult ascent to make, and we acknowledged that Virgil’s head
was level when he told about the labor required to retrace one’s steps
from Avernus. We perspired like a man who has just learned that he is
the father of triplets, and by the time we completed the journey, our
clothing was pretty thoroughly saturated. The boy was accustomed to
it, as the old lady’s eels were to being skinned, and the hide on his
shirtless back looked like the outside of a long-used pocket-book. The
egg was thoroughly cooked, and the water in the pail was of a scalding
temperature, altogether too hot to put one’s hand into. The egg cost
us half a franc, and so did the boy: one of us ate the egg with a
little salt, but we declined to eat the boy with or without salt, and
he did not urge us.

The guide told us that one day an Englishman went down the “descensus
Averni,” and on arriving at the hot water, he stepped around so
carelessly that he slipped and fell in. His cries and shrieks rang
through the tunnel; he was pulled out as quickly as possible, but he
was so badly scalded that he died in a few hours. Several accidents
have happened there by persons scalding their hands and feet, but the
character of the place is such, that people are likely to be careful;
otherwise there would be frequent casualties to record.

[Sidenote: NERO’S PRISON.]

We visited the ruins of temples that were erected to I don’t know
how many deities, and the next subterranean exploration that we made
was at Nero’s Prison, as the guide and the guide-books call it. We
left our carriage and went on foot up a narrow lane, and along a path
where beggars followed and beset us at every turn; notwithstanding
their importunity, they did not extract any money from us, though they
appeared in all the conditions in which beggars could possibly present
themselves. Nero must have been a charming personage if one could
judge of him by looking at the place where he used to shut up those
who offended him. It was a subterranean affair, and we were obliged to
light our torches to explore it. We were led through winding passages
into cells that were anything but comfortable, the guide stopping
every moment to explain to us the nature of each one of the cells, and
the uses to which they were put. They were small enough to render it
utterly improbable that a man would exert his legs very actively in
running, after he was once shut in, and as for light and ventilation,
they were quite in keeping with the size of the apartments.

I inquired about the character of the food which Nero used to furnish
to the occupants of his boarding-house, and was told that it was not
of a luxurious character. Nero had no _table d’hôte_, but used to send
the meals to the rooms of his guests. None of them are alive now, and
their early death is to be attributed in many cases to the treatment
they received. At the time they resided there, oysters had not been
invented, and there is nothing on record to show that the delicious
conglomerate which we call hash had made its appearance. Some of the
patrons used to express a desire to live on the European plan, and
take their meals outside; but the proprietor would never permit it.
And it must be said, to his credit, that his establishment was to a
certain extent a free lunch concern, as he never charged anything for
board and lodging. Everything was gratis, and of course the patrons
who complained must have been mean fellows, who couldn’t be satisfied,
no matter what you might do for them.

[Sidenote: CHOICE FURNITURE.]

The furniture of the place was very simple. It had been mostly removed
when we were there, but it consisted originally of a bundle of straw
on the ground and a double lock on the door. There used to be a
gymnasium, where they kept a choice lot of racks, thumb-screws, and
other luxurious arrangements. Life in the private rooms used to be
monotonous, and in order to render it interesting, Nero would take his
patrons into the gymnasium to amuse them. Some of them he would play a
joke upon by tying them down on a rack and then winding up the machine
so that a man of five feet eight would often be converted into six
feet two. When he had been played with in this way, they would turn
him loose, though releasing him did no good, as he was generally dead
before they let him off.

[Illustration: NERO’S GYMNASIUM, AN APARTMENT IN “NERO’S PRISON.”]

[Sidenote: PROCRUSTES’ BED.]

The gymnasium had another arrangement, patented by Mr. Procrustes,
which was intended to equalize all men, and make them of a uniform
height. This invention, based on the principles of mechanical
communism, was a bedstead of iron, and there were various individuals
who enjoyed the treat of being placed upon it. A poet has alluded to
it as follows:—

    “This iron bedstead they do fetch
      To try our hopes upon.
    If we’re too short we must be stretched,
      Cut off if we’re too long.”

When they laid out a man on this couch, if its length corresponded
with his, he was immediately removed before he had time to go to
sleep. If he was short, both in money and in stature, they elongated
him until he could touch headboard and footboard at the same time; and
if he was a tall fellow, they shortened him at the feet with a large
pair of shears that were kept for the purpose. When a hundred men had
been measured on this bed and placed in a row, they were found to be
of the same elevation. A good many of them died soon afterwards, but
people were numerous in those days, and the dead ones were not missed
by those who didn’t know anything about them.

Down in the kitchen, Nero had a gridiron resembling a garden gate,
or a section of an iron fence. He had so many cooks that all of them
could not be constantly employed, and so he busied himself to devise
ways to employ them. He found that the gridiron was just the thing,
and when his cooks were idle he used to take one of his lodgers down
stairs and promise him a good roast. The lodger would be thinking of a
nice turkey or a leg of mutton when Nero said “roast” to him, and as
the private table was not very good, he was always ready to go below.
When they got down stairs Nero would tip the wink to the cooks, who
would seize the lodger and tie him on the gridiron. They then built
a fire under him, and Nero carried on the joke by standing alongside
with a big ladle and pouring hot oil over his guest. When he was done
brown, and turned over and done on the other side, they would let him
off to enjoy the fun of seeing the sell played on the next man. No
doubt he would have enjoyed it had he not been dead long before they
got through with him.

[Sidenote: THE TOMB OF VIRGIL.]

When we returned to Naples, we went by another route than the one we
had taken in the morning. At one place our way led through a tunnel
cut into the solid earth, and said to be more than two thousand years
old. It has worn down greatly since it was first opened; the marks
of the axles of carts and wagons are visible along its sides ten or
twelve feet above the present floor. It is lighted by torches placed
at regular intervals along the walls, and is an important thoroughfare
for people going between Naples and certain villages and towns to
the north of it. At the end nearest to Naples we were taken to what
is supposed to be the Tomb of Virgil, though its authenticity is
considerably in doubt. It certainly is not much of a tomb, and many
a man not half so talented or famous as Virgil has been lodged after
death in far more beautiful quarters than these.

The peculiar nature of the earth composing the hills around Naples
has greatly facilitated the construction of tunnels and caves. It is
almost identical with that of the bluffs of Vicksburg—easy to cut, and
at the same time sufficiently firm to prevent falling in. No roofing
or arching of any kind is needed, and the tools ordinarily used in
excavations are all that are required. Consequently every man who has
a hill on his farm can construct a spacious wine cellar at little
expense; and if he has a friendly neighbor over the hill, they can
easily cut their way through, and save the trouble of climbing when
they want to visit each other.

I heard of Neapolitan thieves who sometimes find out a well-stored
wine cellar in the side of a small hill, and carefully observe its
position. Then they erect a small house on the other side, and begin a
small tunnel. They cart the dirt away at night, and after a month or
so enter the cellar and steal enough wine to pay them handsomely for
their trouble.




XIV.

THE EXCAVATIONS OF DR. SCHLIEMANN, AT MYCENÆ (GREECE).

     HIS EARLY LIFE AND IDEAL.—THE TREASURES OF PRIAMUS.—DESCRIPTION
     OF THE SPOT.—EARLY HISTORY OF MYCENÆ.—PAUSANIAS, THE ANCIENT
     ARCHÆOLOGIST.—WHERE THE EXCAVATIONS WERE COMMENCED.—THE TOMB OF
     AGAMEMNON AND HIS FAITHFUL WARRIORS.—DESCRIPTION OF THE TREASURES
     FOUND.—PROOFS OF THE IMMENSE ANTIQUITY OF THE TOMBS.—RECENT
     PORTRAITS TAKEN OF HEROES OF ANCIENT GREECE.—HOW IT WAS DONE.—THE
     VALUE OF THE DISCOVERIES REGARDING ART MATTERS.—HERACLES
     STRUGGLING WITH THE LION.—DR. SCHLIEMANN’S HEROIC WIFE.—DISCOVERY
     OF THE TEMPLE OF ÆSCULAPIUS.—A BYZANTINE CAVE UNDER THE ROCK.—A
     DISCOVERY WHICH FILLS ATHENS WITH JOY.—THE STATUE OF VICTORY FOUND
     IN ALMOST PERFECT CONDITION.


[Illustration: DR. AND MRS. SCHLIEMANN, THE EXCAVATORS, AT MYCENÆ
(GREECE).]

Dr. Heinrich Schliemann, the great excavator, of whom so much has
been said of late, is a German by birth, and a man of an idealistic
character. In his youth, he dreamed of the heroes of antiquity; he
was a passionate student of the Trojan war, and the adventures of
Odessus and Agamemnon. He loved to hear, in school, Homer recited, and
afterwards, when he went through his variegated life, as ship’s boy,
ship’s broker, clerk, commercial correspondent, and, at last, as an
independent and rich merchant, one ideal pursued him, that of seeing,
for himself, the seat of Homer, and the fatherland of the heroes of
whom that great poet of antiquity sings; he wanted to find the traces
of the past dead. After he had occupied himself, for many years, with
his plan, after having surmounted innumerable obstacles, of which he
gives a touching description in his autobiography, he succeeded, in
1867, in undertaking his first trip to Ithaca, the Peloponnesus, and
Troja. The searches then made led to the discovery of the treasures of
Priamus, which astounded the world; and scarcely has the astonishment
of such remarkable discoveries cooled off, when Dr. Schliemann
surprises us by a new miracle. He believed in the divinity, and found
its trace; the treasures showed that Priamus had existed; the tomb
identified Agamemnon.

But before entering upon a description of the excavations, and the
treasures found therein, we deem it highly necessary to give a
description, in outline, of the spot where the gems of antiquity are
being unearthed.

[Sidenote: DESCRIPTION OF THE SPOT.]

We cannot do better than give the extract from the notes of an
excursion, made on the very spot, under which Dr. Schliemann is now
digging for treasures and historical facts, which undoubtedly are of
the greatest importance for the knowledge of antiquity and the land
of Homer. This excursion was made in 1871, some five years before the
persistent doctor commenced his researches.

It reads substantially as follows:

“From Tiryns we proceeded, Feb. 7th, by carriage to Argos, the city of
Inachus, where we found horses saddled, waiting for us, to enable us
to go to Mycenæ. We crossed, on our way, the river Inachus, and found,
on the Argolic plain, for the first time, the red poppies which we
afterwards noticed as so abundant in Palestine. After having gone up
the crumbling steps of the amphitheater, the most important monument
at Argos, (where, beset by the importunate solicitations of some boys,
we bought two or three old coins, where _coin is said to have been
first invented_. The invention of coin is ascribed to the Lydians,
yet it is certain that it was used at Argos.) We mounted our horses
and rode over the plain, finding in many places only a difficult
bridle-path, to the treasury of Atreus, or the tomb of Agamemnon.
This structure, for it may be either treasury or tomb, or both, (we
commend to Dr. Schliemann the solution of the problem,) consists
of a building cut out of the side of a hill, entrance to which is
through a gateway, down an inclined plane, with walls on both sides,
into two vaulted apartments—one larger than the other, and both now
empty. The most remarkable feature is the gateway, and especially the
huge soffit which spans it, not more from its immense size, than
from the apparent impossibility of removing it from the place which
it occupies, held in its position by its own weight, and supporting
the pressure of the mass above it. (A similar contrivance we noticed
in the gateway of the temple of Jupiter at Baalbek.) ‘The remains of
copper nails in the walls of the larger apartment, indicated that it
had been sheathed with copper plates, while the inner chamber may have
been coated with marble.’

“Here, after having examined the ruin, we lunched and again mounting
our horses, proceeded to view the celebrated ‘Lions’ of Mycenæ, once
the site of the royal palace of Agamemnon—itself a _ruin in the time
of Homer_—its foundation going back to an almost dateless antiquity.
The ruins of Mycenæ are, in many respects, unequaled in interest
by any object in Greece. Their position is fortunate; there is no
habitation near them. The traveler ascends from the open plain to the
deserted hill on which they stand. The walls of the citadel may still
be traced in their entire circuit, and on the western side they rise
to a considerable height. Only a few foundations of ancient buildings
remain, and one or two cisterns hewn in the rocky soil, and lined with
cement. Such is the present state of the Acropolis of Mycenæ. Two
gates, one on the northeast, the other on the northwest, both guarded
by a tower, gave entrance into the city. The two gates and tower seem
to have been connected, and illustrate the military architecture
presented to our notice in the Iliad. The ‘Lions’ are represented in
high relief, rampant, headless, their feet resting on a pedestal which
is a Doric column reversed, carved out of a block of gray limestone.
By whom erected, or for what purpose, must ever remain a mystery.
Perhaps the simplest explanation is the best, that they denote
the ‘courage leonine,’ and were heraldic badges upon the national
escutcheon of Mycenæ. We clambered over the walls of the ruined
palace of Agamemnon, on the hill-side we came across several pieces
of antique pottery, which we have preserved. To make the illusion
more complete, while we were exploring the ruins, a fierce, wolfish,
shepherd-dog, the only guardian of the place, in a field below, kept
up a loud, persistent barking, which ceased not till we had left the
spot.”

It is perhaps too soon, in the present imperfect state of the
excavations at Mycenæ, to form a true estimate of their value, as
related to the authenticity of the heroes of Homer. However, we will
give, as far as that is possible, from the reports of Dr. Schliemann
himself, a review of the wonderful things which this great sapper and
miner has brought to light:

[Sidenote: THE CITY OF MYCENÆ.]

The city of Mycenæ must have been wonderfully beautiful. Homer calls
it “the city rich in gold and broad of streets,” at the time when
the ruler of Mycenæ, Agamemnon, assisted the Greeks against Troja,
with one hundred ships, and a great number of men, for which service
he was elected their commander-in-chief. He fell, at his return, by
the faithlessness of his wife, and with him the glory of the city
was gone. Only rarely we find, in history, traces of her unimportant
existence. About the middle of the fifth century B. C., she was
destroyed by the Argivi, and her inhabitants dispersed.

[Illustration: THE EXPLORATIONS AT MYCENÆ. THE TREASURY OF ATREUS
(ENTRANCE.)]

The ruins were never taken away, and they were only for archæologists
of antiquity and of the modern times, an object of interest.

The “gate of lions” of Mycenæ, which has been built in over-old
Grecian style, has been known long ago; it gave entrance to the bourg;
Pausanias, who, while traveling in Greece, two centuries after Christ,
visited the old city of Atreus, probably found the gate in a far
better condition than it is at the present date; it was, for him, an
object of the highest interest, and he was of opinion that the Cyclops
themselves had builded the gate and walls. Further, he relates: “Under
the ruins of Mycenæ, is a well, and the under-earthly apartments of
Atreus and his descendants, which served them as treasuries. There
are also tombs; in the first place, that of Atreus, and then all the
graves of those who returned with Agamemnon from Troja, and who, like
he, were murdered by Aegisthus. Only Clytemnestra and Aegisthus have
not been deemed worthy of being buried there; their graves are outside
of the wall.”

Dr. Schliemann, reading this account of the archæologist of antiquity,
had not the slightest doubt but that the history of Greece was more
than a mere tradition, and how wonderfully have his presentiments been
fulfilled!

When we enter the bourg by means of the “gate of lions,” we are soon
enabled to continue on our way through a corridor, which is formed
by a well-preserved stone wall which surrounds a circular plain of
about fifty feet in diameter; the wall reaches nearly to the height
of a person’s breast. On this plain, Dr. Schliemann commenced his
excavations; already at a small depth they found the first traces;
several slabs of a yellowish lime, adorned with ancient reliefs, and
showing that they once had served as slabs on graves. On taking them
away, they saw a broad shaft in the earth, twenty feet long, and ten
feet deep; a second, parallel to the first, followed, and afterwards,
three others were found behind the smaller sides of the first two. Of
course, Dr. Schliemann was bound to penetrate to the extreme depth
of these shafts, and while digging, he found earthenware, and small
objects manufactured of gold.

At last, they came to the extreme depth on a hard floor, and here
three skeletons were lying, at a little distance from each other,
surrounded by innumerable weapons and objects of luxury, partly of
gold, and partly of silver; one of these corpses was distinguished by
exceedingly well-preserved teeth.

[Sidenote: THE TOMB OF AGAMEMNON.]

This was the tomb of Agamemnon and his faithful warriors.

Dr. Schliemann, in his correspondence to the London _Times_, describes
the treasures which he found lying around the bodies, in the following
manner:

[Sidenote: DR. SCHLIEMANN’S ACCOUNT.]

“Among the most interesting objects of this sepulchre I reckon the
magnificently ornamented golden buttons. Twelve are in form of a
cross, and one of them is two and one-fifth inches large, and three
inches long; three are somewhat smaller, and the remaining eight are
of a still less size. Of splendidly ornamented round gold buttons were
found, in all, two hundred and sixteen, two of which are two inches
in diameter, seven are of the size of a five franc piece, and two
hundred and seven are still smaller. All these buttons, the lower part
of which consists of a bone button in form of our shirt buttons, must
have served on the clothes of the deceased, whereas all which show
only a flat piece of bone or wood, have evidently served to decorate
the sheaths of swords, lances, etc., to which they had been soldered
with tin, or otherwise fastened. There were in all found in the tomb,
twenty-five two-edged bronze swords, sixteen of which are in a perfect
state of conservation; four of them had handles plated with gold and
richly ornamented. There were also found with the swords, five large
handle-buttons, four of which are of alabaster, and one of wood;
all of them are ornamented with golden nails. Further, two golden
shoulder belts, which were worn on the shoulder across the breast;
both are four feet long, and one and three-fifths inches broad. There
were further found two large girdle-belts ornamented with circles and
flowers; one of them is composed of two pieces. There was also found
a part of a similar belt, and a child’s golden girdle-belt, only one
foot four inches long, and two and one-fifth inches broad. Further,
a splendidly ornamented golden handle, probably of a scepter. It
terminates in a dragon’s head, whose scales seem to have been imitated
by square pieces of rock crystal, which are inlaid like mosaic. This
is an object of marvelous beauty, of which Homer would have said, ‘A
wonder to look upon.’ There were also found seven large and one small
golden diadems—one of the former is ornamented with golden leaves. All
of them show splendid ornaments of circles and spiral lines. Further,
four golden ornaments of the greaves, almost in form of a bracelet:
one comb of bone, in a large handle, or casing of gold, of the usual
form, as ladies wear it; one enormous, most magnificently-ornamented,
massive, gold bracelet, weighing three hundred and sixty grammes.
In the center of the ornamentation of this bracelet is soldered a
separate piece of gold, representing the sun with his rays. The size
of this bracelet is so enormous that the person who has worn it
must have had gigantic arms. Quite in opposition to the size of the
bracelet are two massive golden seal rings, the opening of which is
so small that they would only fit a child of ten years. I, therefore,
suppose that they may have been used as seals only. One of the seals
represents two warriors on a two-wheeled chariot with two horses,
which seem to run at full gallop; one of the warriors is holding a
bow in his hand, and has just shot an arrow at a stag. The stag is
wounded, and in anguish turns his head. The other seal ring represents
a warrior who has just vanquished his three enemies, and is in the
act of giving, with his uplifted sword, a last blow to one of them,
wounded, and kneeling before him on one knee; the latter tries to
parry the blow with his uplifted hands and with a lance, which he
holds in his right, and seems to throw at his opponent. Another seems
to be mortally wounded, for he lies on the ground, leaning on both his
hands. The third, who alone of all the four warriors has a helmet with
a crest on his head, is flying under the cover of an enormous shield
which reaches from his neck to his heels; but still he turns his head
towards his victorious enemy, and is in the act of throwing a lance at
him. The anatomy of all the men is so well observed, their posture is
so faithful to nature, and everything is executed with so much art,
that when I brought to light these rings, I involuntarily exclaimed:
‘The author of the ‘Iliad’ and the ‘Odyssey’ can only have been born
and educated in a civilization which could produce such wonders. Only
a poet who had master-pieces of art like these continually before his
eyes could compose those divine poems.’

[Sidenote: WONDERFUL GEMS.]

“At the head of one of the bodies was found a large and heavy golden
helmet, but it had been much crushed, and had become nearly flat under
the ponderous weight which pressed upon it. In its present state, it
is difficult to describe it. On its forepart, the openings for the
eyes and mouth, as also a protuberance ornamented with small stars,
are distinctly visible, as also on the top of the helmet, the tube for
the crest. The back part is beautifully ornamented with an imitation
of the hair. The face of the same body was covered with one of the
golden masks which we frequently met with. It seems to have been the
custom with the ancient Greeks, to cover the faces of their beloved
dead, with masks of gold which exactly represent the outline of the
features; probably they did so to preserve the face. We find this
custom back in the wooden masks of the Egyptian mummies. The breast
and sides were covered by a one-foot eight-inch long, and one-foot
broad, thick plate of gold, which was no doubt intended to represent
the coat of mail. There were further found one hundred leaves of
gold, either of circular or of cross-like form, with impressed
ornamentation, consisting either of spiral lines, or of circles.
Further, three very heavy golden breast-pins, of which the one is five
and one-half, the other five, and the third four and one-half inches
long. The last is crowned with a ram, the two others with an ornament
in shape of a helmet, and the heads of all the three breast-pins are
perforated, probably to put in a flower. There were further found two
masterly ornamental objects of massive gold in the form of crosses;
also a large golden vase weighing one and seven-eighths kilogrammes:
it has two handles, a large foot, and ornamented with three upper and
two lower parallel lines, between which is a row of fourteen stars;
further, a large golden vase with one handle, and an ornamentation
representing seven beautiful flowers; another golden vase with two
handles; further, a splendid little golden _œhœ_, or wine can, with
an ornamentation of spiral lines. Further, six golden drinking cups,
one of which is a drinking cup with two handles, on each of which is
a pigeon, each of the two handles being joined to the foot by two
separate golden blades. This goblet reminds us of Nestor’s goblet,
which was also ornamented with pigeons (see ‘Iliad,’ XI, 632, 635).
One of the other goblets is ornamented with parallel flutings. There
were further found two small golden vessels; also, eight silver
vases, three of which are admirably conserved; one of the other has
its bottom and the mouth of bronze; below its bottom were found one
hundred of the aforesaid golden buttons. I further found, in this
tomb, thirteen large bronze vessels. This kind of vessel was in high
esteem in the heroic age, and we see them continually mentioned by
Homer as prizes in the games. I suppose that to each hero were given
in the grave the goblets and other objects which were dear to him in
his lifetime, having been won by him in the games, or having been
given to him by his host as a pledge of hospitality and friendship.
There was also found a large quantity of small perforated amber balls
of necklaces, and a bronze or copper fork with three teeth, which
had probably served on the funeral pyres. There were further found
thirty-five arrow heads of obsidian. Nothing could give a better idea
of the great antiquity of these tombs than these stone arrow-heads,
for the ‘Iliad’ seems to know only arrow-heads of bronze (_e.g._,
‘Iliad,’ XIII, 650 and 662). Probably there had also been deposited
bows and quivers in the tomb, but they would have been of wood, and
would have rotted away. To my greatest regret, among thousands of gold
ornaments, there is not even a single sign resembling writing, and it
therefore appears certain that the sepulchres belong to an epoch which
preceded the introduction of the Phœnician alphabet. Had the latter
been known, the Mycenæan goldsmiths, whose continual efforts appear
to have been directed to the invention of a new ornamentation, would
have been very ambitious to show the novelty of the alphabet. A second
proof of the immense antiquity of these tombs, is the entire absence
of any vestige of either iron or glass, or of any pottery made on the
potter’s wheel. But the hand-made pottery had reached a high degree of
perfection, such as has never been attained here in later times by the
pottery made on the wheel.”

The doctor, enthusiastic as he is with his new discoveries, had the
mortal remains of the immortal heroes taken from their graves, and the
great departed ones received the unprecedented honor to have their
portraits painted by an artist of our day. Of course, the golden mask
was used for that purpose.

The greatest scientific importance of the discoveries at Mycenæ,
lies in the fact that we now make acquaintance with a kind of art
which very nearly approaches oriental representation and oriental
technique. It can easily be seen, from the works of art found by the
excavations, that the artists of that remote time did not care so much
to give true representations of real existing things, but to procure
to dead things, as much as possible, a living, graceful form.

[Sidenote: GRECIAN ART IN MYCENÆ.]

Among the treasures, a golden plate was found, upon which Heracles
is engraved, struggling with a lion. This last engraving, above all
others, may serve as a scientific guide, through the labyrinth of the
treasures of Mycenæ. The struggles of Heracles with the monsters of
the earth, are the property of Grecian tradition; hence, we have not
to deal with Asiatic or India-European art, but with real, purely
Grecian art.

The most precious objects found at Mycenæ, are collected at Athens,
with those formerly found by the doctor among the treasures of
Priamus, and are preserved in the vaults of an Ionian bank.

It is proper that we should allude to Dr. Schliemann’s heroic wife,
of whom, as his most valuable and sympathetic assistant in his
labors, he speaks, as is most fitting, in words which constitute
her highest eulogy. The story of their union reads like a romance.
“Mrs. Schliemann is the only woman in Greece who knows the Odyssey by
heart.” The Dr. once said, before a party of Athenians, that he would
marry the first lady who could recite the Odyssey. A fair Greek girl
appeared one day, unintroduced, and asking if the promise was genuine,
recited Homer, and secured her home. She also secured a wife’s share
of $1,000,000. The two have been faithfully burrowing among its ruins
themselves, and as will be seen from the portrait, she is proud of the
accomplishments of her husband, and wears one of the trophies of his
glory, the head apparel of queen Helena, whose elopement with Paris,
the son of Priamus, caused the Trojan war.

[Sidenote: STATUARY AND ARCHITECTURE.]

It is known that the archæological society of Athens, under whose
direction Dr. Schliemann is now excavating at Mycenæ, and from whom he
has met with no little opposition, besides the difficulties arising
from the nature of the ground, which would seem, to a less resolute
spirit, almost insurmountable, have of late made some valuable
discoveries at Athens. They have cleared away the debris on the south
side of the Acropolis, and have discovered the temple of Æsculapius,
where they have found many bas-reliefs representing the goddess of
health, and two very beautiful marble heads, nearly perfect; also,
some inscriptions of great historical value. They have also found a
Byzantine cave under the rock. This circumstance reminds me of some
exquisite specimens of sculpture seen by me, while in Athens, in my
visit to the Acropolis. From these we return to the recent excavations
at Olympia. These are carried on by a commission from the German and
Greek governments. The latest discoveries announced are those made
on the site of the celebrated temple of Jupiter, consisting, among
others, of a Doric capital, with its abacus in excellent preservation,
considered as belonging to one of the columns supporting the eastern
pediment of the temple, fragments of bronze, and terra-cotta objects,
also, of the marble tiles described by Pausanias as composing the
roof; and a magnificent torso, supposed to be the statue of Jupiter,
one of the group of figures adorning the pediment of the temple. On
the last day of the year, however, a telegram was received by the
king from Dr. Demetriades, announcing a discovery which has filled
Athens with joy. The statue of Niké (Victory), one of the group in
the pediment, has been found imbedded in the soft, alluvial soil, in
an almost perfect condition—as if it had only yesterday been taken
down from its lofty pedestal. It is said to be a figure of unmatched
beauty and grandeur, and what gives it a higher value is that the name
of Praxitiles himself is engraved on it. Thus much is as yet known,
but details are eagerly waited. Archæological discovery is eagerly
pursued in every part of the land, of which it may be said that not
a spadeful can be turned, without revealing some new treasure of its
most glorious epoch.

The objects found by Dr. Schliemann have been forwarded to England,
and placed in charge of the National Bank. They have been placed under
the care of that institution for safety, and will remain there in the
strong room, until a suitable museum can be provided, when they will
all be labeled, and will be exposed, in proper cases, for the public
to see them.

It is a fact not generally known, that Dr. Schliemann is not assisted
by any fellow-enthusiast in the cause of archæology, nor is he in the
employ of any society. He defrays the expenses all himself, and we may
be assured that they are very heavy.

It is but proper that we should allude here to the fact that Mrs.
Schliemann is most ably and energetically assisting her husband in the
discovery of the treasures of the ancients.

[Sidenote: THE SECOND TREASURY.]

The dome of the Second Treasury was broken in, a long time ago, and
therefore it is better known to antiquarians; but Mrs. Schliemann
has now thoroughly excavated, and explored the whole building. While
her husband was excavating within the walls of the Acropolis, she
undertook the excavation of this relic of the past, and the approach
to it, which was formerly completely concealed, is now laid bare. Its
position is close to the Gate of Lions, and it is found to differ only
in slight details from the other one, known as the Treasury of Athens.
The lintel over the doorway is the largest stone in the building. It
is twenty feet long, seven feet wide, and eighteen inches deep, and
a course of large stones of the same depth is carried all around the
walls, on the same level. The diameter of the dome is a little less
than that of the Treasury of Athens, but as there is an opening in
the top, by which the light enters, the view is not so impressive.
The inhabitants of Mycenæ did not seem to be acquainted with the
principle of the arch, as the dome is constructed with courses placed
horizontally. Dr. Schliemann, pretending that Agamemnon was buried
here, calls it the Tomb of Agamemnon; others have named it the Tomb of
Cassandra.

The Treasury of Athens shows the most perfect condition of building
of the ancients. The second, third, and fourth treasuries (there are
four in all), gradually decrease in architectural skill, and we might
almost say of the fourth, that it is nothing but an excavation made
in the soil, speedily covered with rough stones. It is covered in such
a way that a person entering it has to creep on all fours.

For what purpose these buildings were created, remains a mystery. In
the Homeric age, tombs are always described as “piled,” or “heaped
up;” they are always mounds, and the fact of the earth covering these
so-called “treasuries,” is a strong evidence of their sepulchral
character; but the magnificently built accessories would lead to the
conclusion that it belongs to a period posterior to the Iliad and the
Odyssey.

[Sidenote: HECTOR’S TOMB.]

Hector’s tomb is described as the “hollow grave.” This was the
primitive cell, which became developed into an unarched dome. Of this,
many examples are found in the tumuli near Kertch, some of them of a
very large size, and, though different in construction, they afford a
good illustrative parallel. In the structures just described, we find
a developed architecture which seems to have been rich with metallic
decoration. Here all resemblance to the simple cell of the hollow
grave has been lost, and now the foot or two feet of earth, heaped
on the top, is nearly all that is left to remind us of the original
mound, from which this style of tomb had its origin.




XV.

MEXICO AND ITS MINES.

     THE USES OF SILVER.—COIN AND ITS ABUNDANCE.—PUZZLES OF POLITICAL
     ECONOMISTS.—WONDERFUL SKILL OF THE SILVER-WORKERS.—THE
     SILVER PRODUCT.—THE MINES OF MEXICO.—THEIR EXTENT AND
     RICHNESS.—GUANAJUATO AND ITS MINES.—THE _VETA MADRE_.—VISIT TO THE
     SERRANO MINE.—UNDERGROUND PYROTECHNICS.—THE _VETA GRANDE_.—THE
     PACHUCA MINE.—AN OFFER TO THE KING—THE GROUND PAVED WITH
     SILVER.—SULPHUR MINERS.—ASCENT OF A MEXICAN MOUNTAIN.


One of the most important of the metals is the one known as silver.
All the civilized nations use it for the manufacture of coin as a
circulating medium, and the consumption of the metal for this purpose
alone is very great. Political economists have busied themselves
with the problem of the immense annual waste from the wearing away
of gold and silver, but thus far they have met with no success. For
large amounts, bank notes—either of the government or otherwise—are in
use, and have many advantages over coin. But for small amounts, gold
and silver have not been replaced, and there is little probability
that they will be. Their jingling makes an agreeable sound, but
unfortunately it reduces the weight of the coin, and wears away,
particle after particle, which cannot be saved by any process yet
invented.

Silver has long been used in the Arts, and its whiteness renders it
particularly desirable for this purpose. Of late years, it has taken
a very prominent place, especially in America, and the productions
of the silver-workers border on the marvelous. At the Philadelphia
Exhibition, the display of silver ware in the American section was
such as to attract large crowds at all hours when the place was
open to the public, and there were few visitors who did not confess
themselves astonished at what they beheld. There was an endless
variety of silver work, from very small articles up to very large
ones. Down to a few years ago, the English and other people over
the Atlantic had almost a monopoly of silver work, and were justly
entitled to a claim for superiority. But at present, the American
workmen are equal to any competition, and some of the ornamental
pieces they have recently turned out cannot be surpassed anywhere else
in the world.

The impetus given to this branch of Art is due, to some extent, to the
abundance of silver in the Rocky Mountains and the Sierra Nevadas, and
the desire to make as much use of it as possible. Some have feared
that the opening of so many silver mines would cheapen the metal, and
cause a great shrinkage in the value of that now on hand, but up to
the present, no such result has been reached. Silver has taken the
place of gold, for many uses, and if matters go on in the future, as
they have gone in the past, the demand will long continue to equal the
supply.

One of the foremost silver-producing countries in the world is Mexico,
and its fame extends a long distance into the past. The metal was
known to the ancient Aztecs, and was worked by them, with exquisite
skill, into numerous ornamental and useful articles, but among the
vast mineral treasures of Montezuma, the quantity of silver was
small compared with that of gold, and gave little promise of the
argentiferous mines of his territories.

[Sidenote: THE SPANISH MINERS.]

The Spaniards had a keen eye for valuable things, and no sooner did
they find what the country contained in mineral wealth, than they
proceeded at once to develop it.

They opened mines wherever there were indications of silver, and so
fast did they progress that it was estimated, at the beginning of
this century, that operations were going on in from four thousand to
five thousand localities, which might all be included in about three
thousand distinct mines. These were scattered along the range of the
Cordilleras in eight groups, the principal of which, known as the
central group, contains the famous mining districts of Guanajuato,
Catoree, Zacatecas, and Sombrerete, and furnished more than half of
all the silver produced in Mexico.

The great vein, or _Veta Madre_, is referred to elsewhere, and is
one of the most remarkable deposits anywhere known. It is contained
chiefly in clay slate, and crosses the southern <DW72> of the hills
in a northwest and southeast direction, dipping with the slates (the
range which it follows) from forty-five to forty eight degrees toward
the southwest. The width averages a hundred and fifty feet, and the
depth is unknown. It has been traced about twelve miles, but its most
productive portion thus far, or rather, the portion operated, is only
about a tenth of that distance.

The mines of Zacatecas, opened in 1548, are also upon a single vein,
called the Veta Grande, averaging in thickness about thirty feet.
The formation is of green stone and clay slate, the former the most
productive. The veins of Catoree are in limestone, supposed to be of
carboniferous age.

[Sidenote: THE ORE IN THE MINES.]

The greatest proportion of silver in every mining district of
Mexico is obtained from the sulphuret of silver, an ore of gray
color, disseminated through the quartz matrix in minute particles,
and more or less combined with other metals. The other varieties
of argentiferous ores are numerous, but comparatively small in
quantity; they are the chloride of silver, ruby silver, native silver,
argentiferous pyrites, and argentiferous galena.

The comparative quantities of these, at the different mines, is very
variable, and few of the miners are able to determine them with
exactness. Notwithstanding the antiquity of the silver mining business
in Mexico, the processes which are employed are still far from
perfect, and greatly behind those of the Nevada and other mines. The
ore in Mexico is so rich that it has not been considered worth while
to practice any economy or to bring science to the miner’s aid.

Col. Albert S. Evans, who made a journey through Mexico, a few years
ago, gives a graphic account of a visit to the Serrano mine, in the
vicinity of Guanajuato. He was invited, with several others, to a
pyrotechnic display in the mine, and thus describes it:

[Sidenote: THE SERRANO MINE.]

“The mine is situated in the hill below the Buffa, at the upper end
of the city. Five hundred men, women, and children are employed at
this mine, getting out the ore, breaking it up, and sorting it. The
men generally work in small gangs, for a share of the sales of the
ore they take out. The amount of silver mined, weekly, is about five
thousand dollars, and the expenses one thousand dollars, leaving a net
profit of four thousand dollars. The great tiro is about nine hundred
and fifty feet in depth.

A horizontal tunnel penetrates the hill from a level with the
hacienda, cutting the tiro, or perpendicular shaft, at four hundred
feet from the surface. This tunnel may be about fifteen hundred feet
in length; a railroad track runs through it, and lying down in the
cars, we were carried in to the edge of the tiro.

This tiro is thirty feet in diameter, and six sided, laid up in
cement, like that at the Valenciano.

The necessity for this is seen in the fact that a rock, weighing many
tons, was displaced from a station near the bottom of the shaft, a
few days previous to our visit, and falling upon the miners beneath,
killed and maimed a large number of them.

Standing here, four hundred feet below the surface of the earth, and
six hundred feet above the bottom of the shaft, with a patch of pale
blue sky far above us, and inky darkness, almost palpable to the
touch, around us, and filling all the depths below, we witnessed the
most wonderful scene on which we gazed in Mexico.

Men were sent up to the top of the tiro at the surface of the ground,
and told to discharge rockets down it. This they did, and the hissing
and explosions of the fiery messengers caused the most deafening
echoes and re-echoes, while the sides of the shaft, dripping with ooze
and slime, were revealed with startling distinctness by the momentary
glare.

But this was nothing to what followed; balls of the fiber of the
maguey, or aloe plant, three feet in diameter, and steeped in pine
pitch or resin, were swung out over the mouth of the shaft, and
set on fire. When the first was in full blaze, it was detached, and
allowed to fall into the abyss. Like a great comet with body of molten
metal, and long tail of flame, rushing on a doomed planet, the monster
projectile came down from the dizzy height above us, and passing the
mouth of the tunnel in which we stood, with a roar more deafening than
the loudest thunder, went bounding and crashing into the depths below,
illuminating everything, for a moment, with the blinding, lurid glare,
followed by a darkness and silence more profound than before. As soon
as the tremendous echoes which were awakened by the first, had died
away, a second was sent down, and others followed in quick succession.

Most of our party were unable to control their nerves sufficiently
to enable them to approach the edge and look up and down the tiro,
holding by ropes to prevent them from becoming dizzy and falling
headlong into the depths, but those who could do so, beheld a scene,
the awful sublimity and grandeur of which beggars all the powers of
language.

[Sidenote: DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE MINE.]

The remainder of the party now left, and I, in company with the
superintendent, clothing myself in a miner’s suit, to keep off the
water and mud, descended to the bottom of the mine, one thousand feet
and more from the surface.

We went down ladder after ladder, along gallery after gallery, through
chambers like great churches in size, and others in which we could
not stand erect, down steps cut in the rock, and so slippery with
dripping water and soft clay, as to compel us to use an iron-shod
staff to support ourselves, and through many a winding turning, until
we stood at the bottom of the tiro, wet through with perspiration, and
trembling with exhaustion.

At the bottom of the tiro is a great pond of water, the reservoir into
which all the drainings of the mine are gathered, and the buckets
on the great cables, worked by the _malacates_ at the top, were
constantly coming and going between it and the end of the tunnel six
hundred feet above. These buckets will hold three to four hogsheads of
water, and are made of rawhide, in the form of an ordinary Mexican
water jar. An iron ring distends the mouth of the bucket, and when
the vessel descends, the wet hide flattening down allows the water to
rush in, and as the lifting commences, it falls back into its original
form, filled to the brim with the dirty fluid. When the bucket reaches
the level of the tunnel, it is hauled into the opening, and as the
cable is slackened up, it flattens down again, and the water, escaping
over the rim, runs off down the side of the tunnel.

But there are still lower depths. We went down nearly two hundred feet
more, and at the bottom of the last level, found men at work taking
out ore. The dripping of the water at this point is very considerable,
and two plans are made use of to get rid of it. A part of the water
is carried up to the reservoir in pig skins on the backs of naked and
sweating Indians, and a part—the larger part—is pumped up to that
point by hand.

[Sidenote: PRIMITIVE APPLIANCES FOR MINING.]

The pumps are mere straight logs, thirty feet long, with a bore of
three inches, and a piston and bucket, pulled and pushed, back and
forth, by two stalwart Indians sitting on either side, working by main
strength, without even a lever purchase to help them along. There are
stations or reservoirs at the end of each pump, and all must be kept
continually working, night and day. The Indian pumpers sit down to
their work upon the wet rock, and are as naked as when born; the great
heat and want of ventilation at this depth, rendering clothing, if
they had it, a superfluity.

They get fifty cents each, per day, and work twelve hours at a shift.
In all my mining experience, I have never seen such a waste of power,
and such thoroughly primitive appliances for mining.

I went through many of the galleries and drifts, and examined the vein
carefully. The main vein is five to twelve feet wide, quite irregular,
and runs in a generally southwestern and northeastern direction,
dipping to the southwestward as it descends.

It carries metal in a very unequal degree in different portions, and
though presenting rich specimens, and bunches of almost pure silver in
spots, is not generally very rich.

In one chamber, I saw a number of mules and horses feeding, a thousand
feet below the surface. These poor creatures are let down in slings,
from the surface, through the tiro, and never go out again alive. They
turned their glazing eyes upon us with evident pain as we passed with
lighted torches, and appeared to regard us with mournful interest,
as in some way connected with the world above, of which they still
retained some dim recollection, but which they were never to look upon
again.

In another chamber, I saw women and children cooking food for their
husbands and parents. They appeared to live here, altogether, probably
returning to the light of day only at long intervals. Utterly worn
out, at last we climbed our way back to the tunnel, emerging into
daylight just as the sun was setting, swallowed a liberal allowance of
brandy, to protect ourselves against taking cold, mounted our horses,
and galloped back to the city.

[Sidenote: THE RESCATA.]

The weekly sale of ores at the several mines, is called the rescata.
One at the Serrano, I attended. The ore is placed on the ground,
each miner’s work in a separate lot, and the buyers sample it before
the sale. It is sold in the lump, by guess, not by weight, the buyer
taking his chances on the amount. The auctioneer stands silent, under
an umbrella, while the miners who have a small interest in the sales,
over and above their wages, volubly shout the praises of the lot in
turn. As each lot is put up, the buyers singly whisper their bids in
the ear of the auctioneer, and when all have bid, he announces who bid
the highest; the other bids are not named.

The chances for collusion seem, to me, to be very great. Some lots
brought as high as five hundred dollars, and the aggregate sales
exceeded six thousand five hundred dollars, at this rescata. This
ended our sight-seeing in Guanajuato.

The silver mines of Northern Mexico, near the boundary of the United
States, are supposed to be of great value, also, but their development
has been retarded by the hostility of the Apache and Comanche
Indians, who hold possession of portions of the territories.

Mining operations, however, have been undertaken, of late, upon the
Rio Grande, and also over the American line in Arizona territory, the
products of which are already reaching the United States. Central
America possesses no silver mines that are worked to much extent, but
rich ores are known to exist in Honduras, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica.

[Sidenote: THE REAL DEL MONTE.]

A very rich mine in Mexico is the one known as the Pachuca, in the
group of the Real del Monte, and it has been worked almost from the
time of the conquest of the country by Cortes. The most successful
operator was Pedro Terreras, a muleteer, who found a shaft something
more than a hundred years ago. He made so much money from it that he
gave the King of Spain two ships of war, and promised him, if he would
visit the country, he should have the ground paved with silver, and
should not be required to put his royal foot on the plebeian earth.
The king did not come, but he made the enthusiastic Terreras a member
of the nobility under the name of Count of Regla. The mines yield
about four million dollars annually, and the Regla family is one of
the richest in Mexico. The ore yields about a hundred dollars a ton,
and the miners are carefully searched every time they come up from
their work. They wear only the lightest possible garments, which are
changed and shaken whenever the gangs are relieved.

An interesting feature of mining life in Mexico is the search for
sulphur in the craters of volcanoes. Popocatapetl and Orizaba are the
principal mountains where this substance is sought, and an extensive
business is carried on. The sulphur rises in the form of vapor, and
is condensed around the crater of the volcano. It requires several
years for an accumulation sufficiently thick to pay the expense of
collection, and sometimes the work is very dangerous. Men are let down
by ropes into the interior of the mountain, and sometimes they are
killed by the heat and noxious gases. The miners are a hardy race, and
seem to enjoy their venturesome occupation.

[Sidenote: ASCENT TO THE CRATERS.]

The ascent of these mountains is at all times difficult and fatiguing,
and very few persons, other than the miners, ever attempt it.
Sometimes an adventurous traveler happens along, and is not satisfied
till he has made the ascent of one or both of the mountains, but he
generally accumulates enough fatigue to last him several months.

Of this number is Mr. D. S. Richardson, United States Secretary of
Legation, who, in February, 1877, climbed the peak of Orizaba, or
Citlatepetl, as it is called by the Aztecs, the star mountain of the
Anahuac. He had previously climbed to the top of Popocatapetl, and
from its summit had gazed out over a sea of clouds to the frozen top
of its mighty rival, and now the position was reversed. Mr. Richardson
was accompanied by Mr. Eustace Morphy, who, with indomitable pluck,
held out to the last. The point from which the ascent of Orizaba is
generally undertaken is San Andres Chalchicomula, a pleasant little
town, which lies directly under the great volcano, at its southwestern
base. Here the sulphur-miners and the ice-cutters come down to sell
the products of their hazardous industry. The time selected, February
5th, was not at all favorable for the ascent. The miners and guides
had all come down, and reported the ascension impossible for several
days to come; there had been no such storm in fifty years, they said,
and to attempt to go up was simply madness.

Richardson and his companion yielded to their advice, and for a few
days engaged in a hunting expedition—which, however, was a failure in
so far as finding game was concerned. They saw one rabbit, and heard
wolves and coyotes howling; but that was all. They were high up the
mountain side, the weather was pleasant, and, as they had plenty of
provisions, and no thought of care, they enjoyed the interval with a
sense of absolute freedom. It was cold sometimes, and at night the
little stars would look down freezingly through the tops of the pines,
as if in derision of their foolishness; but these discomforts were as
nothing compared with subsequent ones.

At one o’clock on the 10th of February, they began their climb up the
mountain. For several hours their path wound up through the desolate
ravines which separate the Sierra Negra from the peak. Great masses
of volcanic rock were observed in fantastic shapes on every side,
and on the entire face of the country, half covered with snow, could
be read the signs of the savage convulsions which some day must have
shaken the mountains to their foundations. On the morning of the 11th,
the party resumed their march at two o’clock, and the ascent is thus
described by Secretary Richardson:

[Sidenote: THE ASCENT OF THE ORIZABA.]

“We were six, all told, four Indians, Morphy, and myself. No party
ever tried an ascent with better fellows for guides. They knew every
inch of the ground, were strong and good-natured, and took a lively
interest in the success of our enterprise. As we were the first to go
up after the heavy storms, we went prepared to have a tough climb.
The Indians said we would reach the top by ten o’clock, which was
giving us seven hours to do it in. Under ordinary circumstances, and
when the snow is in the best condition, the sulphur miners go up in
five or six hours from the cave, but on the present occasion they had
underestimated the difficulties. The snow was low down and very heavy,
and long before the sun peeped up over the murky horizon, we were
hopelessly launched upon the long, glistening slant, one end of which
seemed reaching out to touch the stars, and the other shot far below
us into a bank of clouds.

“Sunlight found us on the south side of the mountain, on a level about
equal to the height of the Sierra Negra. The ascent now began to be
very laborious, and, for the first time, we began cutting foot-steps
in the ice in order to proceed. When half way up the mountain, the
route usually taken is along a ledge of rocks which reaches up out
of the snow like the dorsal fin of a shark, and runs clear to the
top. In this respect, Orizaba differs very much from its kindred
peak, Popocatapetl. Sharp, jagged points of rock stick out all over
its surface like the spines of a porcupine, while the summit of
Popocatapetl is a clean, unbroken cone. These rocks on the <DW72>s of
Orizaba are one of the principal sources of danger in the ascent, as
they often come tumbling down in great quantities; but at the time
of our adventure, they were all held fast by the unusually heavy fall
of snow. This was a point in our favor; but if we did not have to
dodge rocks, there was no lack of active operations in other respects.
The higher we went the more abrupt became the ascent, and the more
uncertain the foothold. Ten o’clock came around, and the summit was
still far above us.

“Every step now had to be cut out of the solid ice, and the fatigue
and light air were beginning to tell on our uninitiated muscles. At
eleven o’clock, we were at the foot of what is known as the rocks of
the _arrepentimiento_. This is the last grand pull, the home-stretch,
and it could not be more appropriately named. It is probably not over
three hundred yards to the top, but it is almost a perpendicular wall
of ice, and as it is reached when the adventurer is already fainting
and about ready to give up, it is a formidable obstacle. We were three
hours in getting over it, and then, almost fainting, and completely
exhausted, we threw ourselves down on a little shelf of sand at the
top of the peak.”

It was two o’clock in the afternoon when they reached the summit, just
eleven hours after their departure from the Cave of Santa Cruz, which
is itself no less than thirteen thousand feet above the sea. Two of
their Indians left the party, preferring to climb the mountain the
next morning, to spending the night on its top. Mr. Richardson says
that that was the most horrible night he ever hopes to pass. He says:

“Shortly after our arrival, a cold wind came up that struck us to
the very bone. There was no shelter to be obtained, as the descent
into the crater was impossible, and the excavations from which the
Indians take sulphur were covered deep with ice and snow. The bald,
naked peak presented but one point where it was possible to spend the
night. A little below the lip of the crater, on the southern side,
a little steam escapes through a bed of sand, and here the snow is
melted off a spot about a rod square. Into this sand we scratched a
hole, and, pulling our blankets over us, laid down. We had no eyes
for the magnificent panorama which was spread out before us, or the
sun, which was going down blood-red in the west; we were too utterly
miserable and cold.

“I do not think any of us slept a wink all night. Our blankets froze
stiff as boards, and all attempts to light a little spirit lamp and
make coffee were fruitless. We could not even drink our wine, for it
had turned to ice in the bottles. Thus hour after hour of the longest
night I ever spent dragged by, and at length signs of day began to
creep up slowly from the east. Almost too stupefied and stiff to
move, we were only induced to crawl out from our holes by the stern
realization of our desperate situation. The wind, too, now began to go
down somewhat, and after moving about a little we felt better. Making
our way up to the topmost pinnacle, we planted our flagstaff and
unfurled our blood-red banner to the breeze.

[Sidenote: THE CRATER OF THE ORIZABA.]

“The crater of Orizaba, which is much smaller than that of
Popocatapetl, is still an awful chasm, and is probably not far from
two miles in circumference. We could not take measurements of it, as
all the instruments were down the mountain with the other party. It
shows no signs of life, and with the exception of the heated sand
on which we passed the night, we failed to notice any evidences
of volcanic action still going on. But what a contrast this awful
stillness to the great convulsions of which this mountain has once
been the center. We had a magnificent view, for about an hour after
sunrise, and as far as the eye could reach, peak after peak of
lesser magnitude told the story of its volcanic birth. By a queer
coincidence, I had brought _The Last Days of Pompeii_ with me to read
in leisure moments, and as I looked out over the world at my feet, and
thought of Bulwer’s vivid description of the last days of that doomed
city, the thought suggested itself, ‘who knows how many Pompeiis are
buried beneath these hoary hills, and what tales might these rocks
repeat if they would?’”




XVI.

CORAL REEFS AND CAVES IN THE PACIFIC.

     THE ISLANDS OF THE PACIFIC—HOW THEY HAVE BEEN FORMED—WHAT THE
     CORAL IS—THE WONDROUS ARCHITECTS OF THE SEA—WHAT A UNITED
     STATES STEAMER SAW—HOW THE CORAL IS FISHED FOR—ROMANTIC STORY
     OF A CAVERN—HOW IT WAS DISCOVERED—AN ELOPEMENT AND EXERCISE IN
     DIVING—LOVE AND TURTLES—A BATTLE IN THE WATER—KILLED BY SHARKS—A
     MAIDEN’S GRIEF—THE PERIL OF A LOVER—SURPRISING A FATHER-IN-LAW—END
     OF A SUBMARINE COURTSHIP.


The waters of the Pacific ocean contain thousands of islands far
away from the coast. Their presence is recognized, long before they
become visible, by clouds directly above them in the otherwise clear
sky. The land absorbs the heat of the sun, and accumulates it faster
than the water; soon an ascending current of warm air is formed,
carrying up moisture into the colder regions of the atmosphere, where
it is condensed and forms clouds. A similar phenomenon is observed
in our western plains, where the sky is frequently clear enough in
the morning, but by ten or eleven o’clock, enough heat has been
accumulated to cause the formation of clouds.

[Sidenote: THE ISLANDS OF THE PACIFIC.]

The islands of the Pacific are of two kinds, called the higher and
the lower. The lower rise but seven, ten, and rarely as high as one
hundred feet above the level of the sea; while the higher islands
reach an elevation of 10,000, 12,000, and even 15,000 feet. There
is no transition between them. The most remarkable are the lower
islands. Their appearance is very peculiar. In the first place, the
eye is arrested by a white beach; then comes a line of verdure, due
to tropical trees; then a lagoon of quiet water, of a whitish or a
yellowish color, then another line of verdure, and finally, beyond
all, the dark, blue waves of the ocean. Whitsuntide Island is a
remarkable model of the structure of these islands:

It is a ring rising seven or eight feet above the sea level, enclosing
a lagoon, and presenting the characteristics just described. The
lagoon inside is but a few fathoms deep; but on the outside of the
island, the water is fifteen thousand feet deep. Here, then, we
evidently have a tower-like structure reaching up from the bottom of
the sea, and having a depression in its summit. Some of these lower
islands are fifty miles across, but most of them are not so large. In
some the ring is broken at several points, and these are designated by
the Malay word _atoll_.

The island of Tahiti, the principal one of the Society Islands is a
good example of the second class or higher islands. It rises seven
thousand to eight thousand feet above the level of the sea, has no
lagoon in its center, but a crater, and the water around it is very
deep. It may, in fact, be considered as a mountain rising to a height
of some eighteen thousand feet from the bottom of the sea. Outside of
it is a double girdle of low islands, one near, which Darwin calls a
fringing reef, and one further out, to which he gives the name of a
barrier reef.

On examining these reefs, and the lower islands, their structure
will be found made up entirely of animal remains, generation after
generation having left their homes, consisting of limestone, to
accumulate there. On the top, we find these animals living and
growing, in all colors, shapes, and sizes. The highest islands, on
the contrary, except those near the continent, like Borneo, Sumatra,
etc., are entirely volcanic, and do not contain sandstone, granite, or
gneiss, like the mountains of the continent.

The limestone of the lower islands is not due to sedimental deposits
from the ocean, but is the work of the coral animal, the great
architect of the sea.

[Sidenote: WHAT THE CORAL IS.]

The great savant, Prof. Agassiz, describes them as follows:

“These animals are but a sac, like the finger of a glove, only more
leathery. Around the mouth is a series of tentacles, formed by a
prolongation of the skin. They are all skin, in fact, and have no
special organs, yet they digest food with tremendous rapidity,
absorbing it directly. It makes no difference if you turn them inside
out; they will digest just as well as before. You cannot kill them by
dividing them; for they live all over, like a plant. For this reason
they have been called zoöphytes.[1] If you cut one into eight parts,
each part will live and set up in business for itself. Like all other
animals, however, they grow out of eggs. The eggs are formed within
the skin, which is double, and divided into cells by partitions or
septa. When mature, they detach themselves, move about in the water
until they find a favorable place, and then establish a new colony.
They do not contribute to the growth of their parent colony, which is
effected in another way.

[1] The term Zoöphyte is applied to simple polyps and compound
individuals consisting of many polyps united together, as in most
corals. They often branch like vegetation, and the polyps resemble
flowers in form.

“On examining a piece of coral, it is seen to be full of little holes,
popularly supposed to be the places for the stomachs of the animals,
but this is not so, at all; the coral animal does not form a secretion
around it like the mollusks,[2] but inside, between the two folds of
its skin. Coral is, therefore, the bones and not the skull of the
animal. As before stated, these animals work in societies or colonies,
and their tendency is to repeat the forms peculiar to each species;
thus we have corals shaped like a hand, like the branches of trees,
like mushrooms, like a brain, with its convolutions. They grow and
multiply in these societies by budding or gemmation. The side of the
animal begins to bulge out, and the protuberance so formed develops
into a new mouth, which soon eats and digests for itself, but does
not separate from its parent. This process goes on symmetrically, and
produces the variety of regular shapes just described.

[2] Mollusks are invertebrate animals, having a soft, fleshy body,
which is inarticulate, and not radiate internally.

“Some distance below the surface, we no longer find these beautiful
shapes, but a dense, solid, coral rock. Take for instance, the coral
reefs of Florida. Beginning one hundred and twenty feet below the
surface, we first find about thirty feet of massive rock, then the
astræa,[3] then the meandrina,[4] and about ten feet below the surface
the palmata or hand-shaped coral. In the shallow mud between the
reefs and the continent, there are multitudes of branching corals
of the most beautiful forms, colors, and delicacy of structure. The
production of coral rock is explained partly by the mechanical action
of the waves, and partly by the destruction of the coral insect by the
sea urchin and other animals that feed on it. The waves disintegrate
the structure formed by the animal, and then roll back the coral sand,
thus produced upon it, where it undergoes a process of induration in
the course of time.

[3] Astræa, a coral in the shape of a star.

[4] Meandrina, a genus of corals with meandering cells, as the
brain-stone coral.

“It is an interesting question how the structure ever rises above the
water level, seeing that the animal which makes it cannot live out of
the water. The little architects retain enough sea water to last them
over until the next tide, and are so enabled to work up to the highest
watermark. Actinia have been observed all closed up on the rock at low
water, and then suddenly opened like magnificent flowers, five and six
inches in diameter, when the tide rose.”

So far, what Mr. Agassiz says of them; now let us try and look at them
ourselves. In the hot, summer months, when the waters are bringing
forth the moving creature that has life, millions of diminutive,
jelly-like spawn are thrown out by the parent animal. For a while,
they enjoy their freedom, and seem to luxuriate in the exercise of
their powers of locomotion, which they are never hereafter to recover;
but soon they become weary, and settle down upon some firm, stationary
body. At once they begin to change their form; they become star-like,
the mouth being surrounded by tentacles, very much as the center of a
flower is surrounded by its leaves. After some time, each one of these
ray-like parts pushes out extensions, which in their turn assume the
shape of tiny stars, and establish their own existence by means of an
independent mouth. In the meanwhile, lime has been deposited at the
base of the little animal, by its own unceasing activity, and forms
a close-fitting foot, which adheres firmly to the rock. Upon this
slender foundation arises another layer, and thus by incessant labor,
story upon story, until at last a tree has grown up with branches
spreading in all directions. But where the plants of the upper world
bear leaves and flowers, there buds forth here, from the hard stone, a
living, sensitive animal, moving at will, and clad in the gay form and
bright colors of a flower.

This flower is the animal itself, seen only in its native element, and
unfit for air and light. What we call coral is its house, outside of
which it prefers to live, rather than within.

How they build their dwelling, human eye has never seen. We only
know that the tiny animals, by some mysterious power, absorb without
ceasing the almost imperceptible particles of lime which are contained
in all salt-water, and deposit them, one by one, in the interior.
This is done, now more, now less actively; and the denser the deposit
is, the more valuable the coral. Gradually this substance hardens and
thickens, until, in the precious coral, the _Isis Nobiles_ of science,
a large tree is formed, which often reaches the size of a man’s waist.
It is perfectly solid and compact, and adorned on the surface with
delicate parallel lines. Thus, on the tree-shaped limestone, grows
the life-endowed body of the polypus; it moves, it feeds, it produces
others, and then is turned again into stone, burying itself in its own
rocky house, whilst on its grave new generations build unceasingly new
abodes.

This is the so-called blood-coral, the favorite of antiquity, and the
fashion of our day—next to the pearl, the most precious jewel of the
deep.

It is not easy to obtain a piece of living coral, for the purpose
of studying its wondrous structure, and admiring its exceeding
beauty. The great depth at which the mysterious little animals dwell
in the ocean, secures them against the mere amateur fisherman; and
the professional coral-fisher in the Mediterranean, the son of
superstitious races of Southern Italy, is even extremely reluctant to
admit outsiders into the secrets of his trade. However, they seem only
to seek very superficially. As a proof of this assertion, we cite the
following example:

The United States Steamer Gettysburg, while on her way from Fayal to
Gibraltar, recently made a discovery of considerable importance, in
the shape of an immense coral bank (hitherto totally unknown), in
latitude 36° 30´, longitude 11° 28´. Partial surveys were made, and
the least depth of water noted was one hundred and eighty feet, which,
in mid-ocean, is very significant. Twenty miles west of the bank, the
sounding line marks sixteen thousand five hundred feet, and between
the bank and Cape St. Vincent, twelve thousand feet. The commander of
the Gettysburg believes that in some portions the coral rises to the
surface. How such a reef, in a part of the ocean which is constantly
traversed by vessels, can have remained undiscovered is almost
inexplicable. It is also stated that the bank is rich in valuable
coral of light pink shades of color.

[Sidenote: CORAL FISHING.]

The coral fishing is done in this way: a large net is fastened by a
stout rope to the stern of the vessel. At the end of this rope hangs
first an iron cross, consisting of two hollow tubes, laid cross-wise,
through which strong ash poles have been thrust, and to this are
fastened a number of old sardine-nets, no longer fit for their first
purpose, and countless ends and bits of wide-meshed pieces of rope,
as thick as a finger—the whole apparatus a mass of rags and rotten
network. But the more such wretched-looking pieces of network the
fisher can fasten to his iron cross, the better are his chances. When
the sea is perfectly quiet, he lets them sink down to a depth of
sixty or even a hundred fathoms, where they slowly spread and unfold
themselves over a vast extent. Now the vessel proceeds slowly on in
the manner of our trolling, and as soon as the skilled hand of the
fisher observes that the rope pulls, and consequently something is
fastened to the net, he pulls it slowly up, and the treasure, if any
there is, is heaved on board with great care, and now comes the task
of picking out the precious treasure from the meshes of the network,
and to loosen them from the fragments of stone on which they are
growing.

[Sidenote: HOW TO EXAMINE THE CORAL.]

The only way to examine the living animal is to seize the little
fragment of rock, or the shell to which the mysterious creature is
fastened, at the very moment that it appears near the surface, and
to dip it, if possible, without exposing it to the air, immediately
into a vessel with salt-water, which you hold ready for the purpose.
At first, there is nothing to be seen but a vague, indistinct mass
of grayish substance. You suspend the animal and its tiny abode by a
string in the middle of the glass globe, and carry it to a dark place;
for the coral will not display its beautiful form and colors in the
gleaming light of the day. It takes hours, often, before the obstinate
little creature condescends to give a sign of life.

At last the club-shaped extremity of the dingy red substance begins
to wrinkle up into little rings here and there. Looking now with a
magnifying-glass you perceive with joy, that the eight star-shaped
indentations assume a white tinge, and the red grows every moment to
a more lively hue. The lines widen, and soon the whole resembles a
beautiful flower of eight leaves.

We have seen that those wondrous little animals in length of time
have built mountains to a height of fifteen thousand feet. The coral
islands and reefs are but just above the surface of the water, except
in cases where they have been lifted by earthquakes or other internal
action, after the little architect of the sea had done his work.
Many of these coral islands are of circular form, with an opening
which will admit the passage of boats, and sometimes of ships. The
waves break on the outer edge with that long, steady swell peculiar
to the Pacific, but on the inside the water is as calm and peaceful
as that of a mountain lagoon. Sometimes the coral reefs have been
formed around the volcanic islands so as to encircle them completely,
except at a single opening. In such cases, they make excellent harbors
between the reef and the island: the harbor of Tahiti is a splendid
specimen of this kind of work. The reef surrounds the island in such
a way as to make a lagoon of still water, like the moat around a
castle. The entrance is deep, and sufficiently wide to admit ships of
every size.

On many of the volcanic islands there are caverns, some of them
of considerable size, and often of great depth. Runaway sailors
frequently hide in these caverns, and they are also resorted to by
the natives in times of warfare. There is a cavern in the Island of
Hoonga, one of the Tonga Islands, which has a romantic history from
the use that was made of it by the man who discovered it.

[Sidenote: AQUATIC SKILL OF THE FEEJEEANS.]

One day a young chief of Hoonga was out on a fishing excursion, and
caught sight of a large turtle. The turtle dived, and so did the
chief, leaving his canoe floating on the surface of the water. The
natives of nearly all the Pacific islands can swim like seals; they
are in the water and learn to swim about as soon as they learn to
walk. It is commonly said that a Feejee baby will swim instinctively,
like a puppy or a kitten; but this is not strictly true. The natives
think nothing of swimming a mile or two at a time, and they frequently
get up swimming matches, in which they show great speed and endurance.
The accomplishment is not confined to the sterner sex; girls and women
swim as well as boys and men, and frequently the girls carry away the
prizes in the swimming matches. It is proper to say that they are not
as elaborately dressed as the young ladies of New York and Paris;
on some of the islands nobody wears any clothing whatever, except a
little oil rubbed over the skin, to keep out the water. Since the
missionaries settled in the South Pacific, more attention is paid to
dress than formerly; but the quantity worn is surprisingly small, and
would not admit the wearers to a fashionable party in America.

The young chief dived for the turtle, and the two had a lively race.
The turtle went into a hole in the rocky shore, and the chief went
after him. The turtle disappeared, and the chief rose to the surface
of the water to regain his boat. But instead of finding himself in
the open air, he was in a cavern, a hundred feet wide and twice as
long, with a dome as high as the roof of an ordinary church. It was
lighted from the water and from a few crevices in the rock, where
nobody could reach them. On one side there was a floor of solid rock,
smooth as the best sidewalk of a city, and evidently the resort of the
turtles of that neighborhood. He explored the cavern, and concluded
that he had hit upon a good thing, and would keep it to himself.
Taking a new twist in his neck-tie, adjusting his collar, and seeing
that his diamond pin was well fastened, he dived into the water, swam
outside, and rose near his canoe. With his thumb on the side of his
nose, he paddled home, lighted his gas, and sat down in his easy-chair.

He was not a married man, but he had hopes in the direction of
matrimony. He loved the daughter of an old chief whose tribe was then
at war with his own, and as long as the war lasted there was no hope
for their union. His tribe was preparing for an assault upon the
other, and the economical custom prevailed there of eating all who
were killed or made prisoners. His tribe was more powerful than the
other, and if the battle should be on the side of the stronger party,
they would have the pleasure of devouring the vanquished ones. He had
no particular objection to eating, or seeing his friends eat, the body
of his father-in-law, and especially that of his mother-in-law,—many
a married man in America can understand his feelings, and sympathize
with them,—but he did object to seeing his bride roasted or
fricasseed; so he studied out a plan to save her from the gridiron or
stewpan.

[Sidenote: WHAT A PAIR OF LOVERS DID.]

He managed to communicate with her the next day, and told her to meet
him at a certain place on the shore, at an appointed time, where he
would be ready with his canoe. He was there on time, and she came,
with her waiting-maid, who carried their entire wardrobe in an old
bottle. A quart of cocoa-nut oil was sufficient to dress her for
several days, and it did not take long to pack up. They entered the
canoe, and the chief paddled them to the cave, which they reached just
as the sun was rising.

“Dress yourself, my dear,” said he, as he ceased paddling, “and have
your maid do likewise.”

She poured out a handful of the oil, and rubbed it over her
porphyry- shoulders, so that she could slip easily through the
water. Her maid followed her example, and then fastened the bottle to
a string around her neck.

“Now, if you’re ready,” said the lover, “follow me.”

“Ready,” was the response.

He went overboard, and mistress and maid went after him.

Down they dived like three dolphins, the princess keeping close at his
heels, and the maid following the princess.

The lady had some misgivings when they entered the hole in the rocks,
but she concluded that her lover knew what he was about, and therefore
she asked no questions. In fact, she could not talk at that time, as
any one familiar with efforts at subaqueous conversation can testify.

[Sidenote: THE HAPPY COUPLE IN A TURTLE CAVE.]

They rose in the cavern, and clambered out upon the solid floor,
disturbing half a dozen turtles, and capturing one of them just as he
was sliding off into the water.

The princess was delighted, and so was the maid, who thought the
place one of the jolliest she had ever seen. They talked about the
best plan to arrange the house, and laughed to think what a commotion
her absence from home would create. After an hour or so he left her,
promising to bring some furniture, and fit up the establishment, so
that they might start at housekeeping in good style.

There was a precious row in Oklingee’s palace when he found that his
daughter had disappeared. He searched through his village, but could
find no trace of her; and, after several hours of fruitless endeavor,
he came home, and for the first time discovered that she had taken the
bottle of cocoa-nut oil, and then he knew that she wouldn’t return in
a hurry, and that her absence was premeditated. He did not know that
anybody was in love with her, but very naturally suspected that she
had eloped with some young man. His rage was great, and he ordered all
the youths of the tribe to be sent before him.

All came, and were closely questioned. None of them knew anything
about the princess and her flight, and all were able to prove where
they were the night before. His anger was partially appeased when
some one brought in a prisoner freshly caught, who was immediately
killed and served up for dinner.

Oklingee’s wrath turned to grief, and he determined to bring on a
great battle at once, by way of distracting his sad thoughts. Moreover
he suspected that his daughter had been stolen by some of his foes,
though his spies brought him word that she was nowhere to be seen in
the camp of the enemy.

[Sidenote: A HOME UNDER WATER.]

Meantime the lovers were happy in their new home, though the visits
of the young chief were never of long duration. He carried her a
liberal supply of mats for bedding, and kept the place well stocked
with cocoa-nuts and other things good to eat. Anything that would be
injured by the water was carefully wrapped in a shark’s skin before
it was taken to the cave, and as the skin was quite water-proof, the
articles did not suffer in transit. It was no easy work for the youth
to dive and swim into the cavern with a bundle fastened to his neck;
but love gave him strength, and he was ready to undergo any hardship
for the sake of his heart’s idol. She reciprocated his kindness, and
arranged all the mats and other furniture so that the house was quite
comfortable, and even luxurious.

The turtles did not approve of the invasion of their home, and made
up their minds not to live in the society of the moonstruck couple
and their servant. As the latter showed no disposition to leave, the
former abandoned the place, though now and then one made his way there
and climbed upon the rocky floor. When the splashing of the water
denoted the approach of a turtle, the princess and her maid would
quietly slip aside, and leave him to pick out the spot he wanted and
go to sleep. They would then stealthily approach him, and turn him on
his back, where he would be helpless. Cutting off his head was the
next step, and by the time the chief made his appearance the turtle
would be ready to take home. He was thus able to account to his
friends for his absence, as he took a turtle home nearly every day,
and was greatly praised for his skill in the chase.

One day a fellow who had been unfortunate in turtle hunting, and taken
nothing for a fortnight, determined to follow the chief, and find out
where he had so much good luck. He paddled his canoe silently along,
keeping some distance in the rear, so that he was not noticed by
the lover. The latter reached the cave, and was so intent on seeing
his lady love that he did not think to look around. Taking a bag of
cocoa-nuts, he dived and rose as usual. The other waited a long time
for his reappearance, and at last was rewarded by seeing him come
up dragging a turtle, which he lifted into the canoe. Just as he
was picking up his paddle, he discovered the spy, and knew that his
secret, or at least a part of it, had been found out.

[Sidenote: FATE OF A SPY.]

The other laughed, but his laugh was brief, as the lover went for him,
and there was every promise of a fight. The canoes met with a crash,
and the men grappled and fell into the water. Their struggle was long,
as neither had any weapons or clothing, and their oily skins did not
offer good holding-ground for their hands. At last the chief had the
spy by the throat, and at the same time struck him a violent blow on
the nose, so that the blood spurted out.

The waters of the South Pacific swarm with sharks. Some of these grow
to a considerable size, and are strong enough to seize a man and kill
him. They rarely attack the natives; there seems to be a friendliness
among the sharks and the natives, as the latter can swim among them
with almost complete safety, while a white man would be caught in a
moment. It sometimes happens that a group of natives will be bathing
and frolicking in the water with sharks all around, as inattentive as
though nothing were near them. But let a white man join the party, and
he will instantly attract the sharks. A white cloth thrown into the
water will bring them around; anything white seems to draw them and
receive their attention. It not unfrequently happens that sailors who
have incautiously put their naked hands or feet into the water over
the sides of a boat have had them bitten off by sharks.

[Sidenote: FOOD FOR SHARKS.]

Blood also attracts them, and where there is blood, they make no
distinction between natives and foreigners. In the present instance,
the lover had drawn blood from his antagonist, and it instantly
occurred to him that both their lives were in danger if any sharks
were around. He released his hold, dived under his canoe, and swam
away a hundred feet or more, so as to be out of the vicinity of the
blood he had drawn.

As he rose to the surface and looked around, he saw that the spy
was just recovering from the force of the blow. His head was above
the water, and his hands were moving as if he were slowly swimming
towards the rocks. Suddenly he gave a shriek, and disappeared as if
drawn under, and the lover then knew that his expectations were not
incorrect. But with a taste of blood the sharks would be likely to
attack him, and he therefore swam farther away, and climbed upon a
small reef just even with the surface.

Fortunately a light wind came up and blew his canoe towards him. When
it was near the reef he swam out and reached it, and then paddled home
with his turtle. For two days he did not go out again; partly through
fear that the sharks might be around the spot where his antagonist was
killed, and partly in order to allay any suspicions that his previous
movements might have aroused.

When he next visited the cavern, he found his princess greatly
distressed, and almost dead with grief. Soon after his last visit her
maid took it into her head to go outside. She dived into the water,
and rose close to the foot of the cliff. The lover had been gone an
hour or more, but an empty canoe was floating not far away, and near
it a dozen sharks were quarrelling over something which she naturally
supposed was the body of the owner of the bark. Of course she thought
that the canoe must belong to the young chief; and when she returned
and told her story, it is no wonder that the princess went into
hysterics. On the next day he came not, and they then knew that he
was lost. Their grief had been great, and so were their surprise and
relief at his return.

[Illustration: BATTLE OF THE WARRIORS.]

He went and came safely. Next day the warriors went out to battle,
and the stronger tribe was victorious. The slain were eaten, and the
prisoners were reserved to be killed whenever wanted. Among the latter
was Oklingee. The young chief had shown great courage in battle,
killing two of the fattest and tenderest warriors with his own hand,
and his people were consequently inclined to do the handsome thing by
him. Oklingee was old and lean, and the young chief easily persuaded
his people to let the patriarch live. The old fellow was gratified at
being saved from the hash-mill for the present, and asked the youth
what he could do for him.

“Give me the hand of your daughter” said the young man, respectfully.

“Certainly, my dear boy,” said Oklingee; “not only her hand, but her
entire self, provided you can find her. She has eloped, and I don’t
know where she is.”

“I will show you,” said the youth, as he led his prospective
father-in-law to his canoe, and seated him on a mat in the bottom.
Then he summoned his friends, and together they paddled their light
canoes in a gay procession over the water. Near the mouth of the
cavern they halted, and the chief jumped overboard.

[Sidenote: A CANNIBAL WEDDING.]

While all were wondering at his strange behavior, he reappeared with
his tawny princess at his side. Everybody was surprised, and the old
man gave the happy couple his blessing. The wedding was appointed
for the following Sunday; cards were issued to all the relatives,
the prisoners that had been held over were killed and roasted, and
everybody was happy.




XVII.

BURGLARS AND BURGLARIES.

     REMARKABLE BURGLARIES.—UNDER GROUND FOR DISHONEST
     PURPOSES.—WONDERFUL ADROITNESS OF BURGLARS.—A REMARKABLE
     ROBBERY.—OCCUPATION OF A LAWYER’S OFFICE.—LABOR UNDER
     DIFFICULTIES.—A TROUBLESOME POLICEMAN.—STRANGE SCENE IN COURT.—THE
     CULPRIT’S REPLY.—ROBBERY BY COUNTERFEIT POLICEMEN.—THE OCEAN BANK
     ROBBERY.—RAPID AND THOROUGH WORK.—AN ASTONISHED WATCHMAN.—BAFFLING
     THE POLICE.


Labor underground may be performed for a bad, as well as for a good
purpose. It may be for dishonest gain, or it may be to secure a place
of concealment for stolen treasures, or for those who steal them. In
the performance of this kind of labor, men will frequently display
ability and enterprise sufficient to insure them a good living and
ultimate independence in an honest calling. They overcome obstacles
of great magnitude; constantly risk their lives and liberty, and
frequently fail to obtain any reward; their enterprises are hazardous;
and where they promise great returns, they very often fail to redeem
the promise. Men who plan great robberies frequently show the
qualities that would make them prominent in an honest pursuit; they
may spend half their lives in prison, when they might be honored
and respected if they chose to be so; but they deliberately decide
that honesty is not the best policy, and accept the career, which is
certain to cover them with dishonor.

Some years ago there was a skilful and successful robbery of a jewelry
store in Manchester, England. The store was entered between Saturday
afternoon and Monday morning; the safe was opened and goods to a great
value were taken; the occupants of the store had bought their safe
only a few months before; it had been warranted fire and burglar
proof, and they at once brought suit against the makers of the safe to
recover the value of the goods that were stolen.

When the trial came on, one of the counsel stated that a man, then in
prison for another offence, had acknowledged to a share in the robbery
of the jewellers. With the consent of both parties the man was brought
into court to testify to the robbery, and say how it was performed. As
he entered the room everybody became silent, and all eyes were turned
towards him.

[Sidenote: A BURGLAR ON THE WITNESS STAND.]

They had expected a low, mean-looking fellow, with the face of a
bull-dog, and the general appearance of a brute. Instead of such a
man, they saw one whose bearing was erect, and whose face denoted
intelligence. He took his place in the witness box, and when
everything was ready he began his story. He gave the history of the
robbery at length, and detailed each step of the proceedings. His
manner was captivating, and at times he displayed enthusiasm and
eloquence that would have fitted him for the position and honors of an
advocate.

“We watched the store for more than a month,” said he, “so as to learn
the habits of everybody around it. We found they shut up Saturday,
and no one went near the place till Monday morning, and so we fixed
on Saturday night and Sunday as the best time to work. There was a
lawyer’s office over the store, and the lawyer went away about three
o’clock in the afternoon, and didn’t come back till ten the next
morning. Sunday he didn’t come at all, and so we were sure of him.

“We went into his office every day for a week before we went to work;
but of course we didn’t touch anything. We laid out all our plans in
his office, and smoked his cigars, and I will do him the credit to
say they were excellent. As soon as he was gone that Saturday, we
went into his office, took up the carpet, and then lifted the boards
in the floor. We made a hole three feet square down to the laths and
plaster of the ceiling of the jewelry store. Then we waited till the
store was shut; and it hadn’t been shut five minutes before we had a
little hole in the ceiling large enough to push down a tightly closed
umbrella.

[Sidenote: NEW USE FOR AN UMBRELLA.]

“We got the umbrella down, and then opened it, so that it would catch
all the rubbish, and thus prevent our making any noise. When we were
ready to go into the store, we had to arrange things so as to work
systematically. We had laid all our plans for this beforehand.

“A gas-light was kept burning in the store, and there was a hole in
the shutter, so that anybody could look in. A policeman passed the
store once in every fifteen minutes; it was his duty to look in every
time, and I can say for him that he did his duty. The man who was to
work at the safe had to lie on his side in full view of the peep-hole;
but by rolling over twice he could get under a counter and be out of
sight.

“There were five of us in all. One was to work at the safe, with a
string tied to his toe. This string was held by a man who sat on
the edge of the hole in the lawyer’s office. Then a man was at the
lawyer’s window, and another was walking up and down the opposite side
of the street. The fifth man took turns at the safe, so that we should
lose no time in resting.

“When the policeman was coming, the man in the street made a signal to
the man at the lawyer’s window. This one signalled the fellow at the
hole, and pulled the string gently. The man at the safe then rolled
under the counter; he staid there till the policeman had looked in and
gone along, when the signals were repeated, and he rolled out and went
to work again.

“We lost five minutes out of every fifteen in this way, and at one
time we thought we should have to give up. We got into the safe,
though a little after midnight; and then it didn’t take long to empty
it of all we could carry. We were out of the store by one o’clock
Monday morning, and took an early train to London.”

The burglar then went on to give a description of the process of
opening a safe. He said that it was a rule with skilful burglars that
any safe could be opened, provided there was a place anywhere for the
insertion of a wedge. “If we can get a wedge in anywhere,” said he,
“the safe is bound to open, even though the first wedge is no thicker
than the blade of a knife.

[Sidenote: “BURGLAR PROOF SAFES.”]

“All we want besides proper tools is plenty of time, and there never
was a safe manufactured that cannot be opened if you give us time.”

He then described the advantages and disadvantages of the safes made
by different manufacturers.

“A’s safe can be opened by a skilful man in twenty hours; B’s in
fifteen hours; C’s in eleven hours; D’s in nine hours; and as for
E’s,” mentioning one that had recently come into notice, “we consider
it no more than an ordinary trunk, as we can open it in half an hour.

“There is no safe made that cannot be opened inside of thirty hours,
and if we can be sure of not being disturbed for that time, we are
certain of our game. Any safe will answer its purpose, provided the
intervals of visiting the place where it is kept are never so great as
the time required to open it.”

As the man finished his story, and was taken from the court to go
to prison, the judge asked him why he did not abandon burglary and
live honestly. “Your story,” said the judge, “shows that you possess
sufficient intelligence and ability to make you a master mechanic in a
very short time, and if you would lead a respectable life you could be
sure of a good living.”

The burglar turned to the judge, and replied with great earnestness,
“I am as proud of my profession as you are of yours, and have no
desire to leave it. I stand high in it, and the praise and admiration
of my associates are just as dear to me as the praise and admiration
of a shopful of mechanics would be to their master. Besides, we run
risks that mechanics do not; we must have the skill to baffle the
police, and save ourselves from arrest, while the mechanic needs
nothing of the kind. The greater our danger, the greater is the
respect shown to us; and one reason why we love our profession is,
because there is so much danger in it. And any skilful and experienced
burglar will tell you so.”

The man went back to prison to serve out his sentence for the crime of
which he was convicted. Doubtless the notoriety he had obtained by his
appearance in court was of great assistance in consoling him for his
imprisonment. He was proud of his accomplishments as a burglar, and
seemed to take his incarceration more as an honor than a disgrace.

In this country there have been several robberies of the higher sort,
such as entitle the perpetrators to great praise for their skill,
although it was shown in a bad cause. Among these may be included the
famous Philadelphia Bank robbery, a few years ago, where the burglars
actually informed the bank officers that an attempt was to be made
against them. They proceeded in this wise:—

[Sidenote: A WELL-PLANNED ROBBERY.]

One afternoon, a little before the close of business hours, a man
in the uniform of a policeman entered the bank and asked for the
cashier. On meeting that official, he stated that he had been sent
by the police captain of the precinct, whom he named, to warn them
that there was reason to suspect that an attempt would be made that
evening to rob the bank. He said an extra policeman would be detailed
to watch the bank, and another extra man would be placed on the beat.
The cashier thanked the man for the information, and told him to
give his compliments to the captain. The man then departed, and the
bank officers, after notifying their private watchman, closed the
establishment and went home.

Of course the private watchman was on the alert, and kept a sharp
lookout. About ten o’clock a policeman appeared, and asked if there
had been any suspicious movements around there. The watchman said
there had been none; and while they were talking another policeman
appeared, and joined them in conversation. The first was the extra to
watch the bank, and the second was the extra on the beat. The watchman
opened the door of the bank, and allowed them to enter, so that they
could see the approaching thieves without being seen.

[Illustration: THE PHILADELPHIA BANK ROBBERY.]

[Sidenote: AN UNHAPPY WATCHMAN.]

When the three were fairly inside, there was a sudden change in the
state of affairs. The door was closed, the watchman was knocked down,
bound, gagged, and carried to the president’s room, where he was
seated in a comfortable arm-chair. One of the men drew a pistol and
sat in front of him; the other opened the outer door, blew a small
whistle, and in a minute half a dozen men, as nearly as the watchman
could judge, entered the building. The door was closed behind them,
and the party went at work to open the safe.

Swiftly, and as silently as possible, their work was performed. The
watchman, from the place where he was bound, could not see, but he
could hear, and he knew they were at work with drills, blow-pipes,
wedges, and the other implements of the burglar’s trade. Hour after
hour passed, the watchman, bound and gagged, being guarded by his
vigilant keeper. In telling the story subsequently, he said he was
civilly treated by the man who guarded him. At his request the cords
that held his arms were loosened, and the gag in his mouth was placed
where it would least inconvenience him. Whenever he complained of
thirst, his keeper gave him a glass of water from a pitcher in the
room.

An hour or so before daylight the robbers opened the safe, and secured
their plunder. Hastily packing it into the bags that had contained
their tools, they departed, leaving their tools behind, and leaving
the watchman securely fastened in his chair. He was ordered not to
stir for an hour: bound as he was, he could not stir until some one
came to his assistance, so that the parting injunction of the thieves
was entirely superfluous. The amount of their plunder was never
positively made known to the public, but was understood to be not less
than two hundred thousand dollars—a very fair compensation for the
work of a single night.

[Sidenote: THE OCEAN BANK ROBBERY.]

Of the many successful bank robberies that have taken place on this
continent, the Ocean Bank burglary ranks among the foremost for
its ingenuity and skill, and for being a complete puzzle to the
most experienced detectives of the city of New York. Although an
investigation by the police authorities was begun within a few hours
after the discovery of the robbery, no clew was ever obtained, or, at
any rate, given to the public, of the perpetrators; and to this day
the whole matter has been involved in mystery, and probably will ever
remain so.

The maxim of war, that the reduction of every place, however strong,
is possible, must be equally true in the art of thievery. It is
evident that no vault can be made impregnable; no lock can be
contrived by human ingenuity, with all its mechanical appliances, that
will prove superior to other human ingenuity; no system of watching
can make property entirely safe against the patience and acuteness of
men who give good faculties to the science of stealing.

The premises occupied by the Ocean Bank were at the corner of
Greenwich and Fulton Streets, New York, a locality much frequented by
day and night. One would imagine that an attempt at robbery in this
locality must be detected very quickly, provided the policemen and the
watchers employed around the neighboring stores performed their duty.
The robbery occurred between one and three o’clock on the morning of
the 28th of June, 1869. It appears that there was no regular inside
watchman employed by the bank, but they had an out-door man employed
to watch the premises.

It is supposed that the robbery was planned many weeks before it took
place, and one or more persons familiar with the thorough workings
of the bank were suspected of being, to some extent at least,
participators in the enterprise.

The basement of the premises in question was occupied by a Mr.
William Okell, a gentleman well known in the city, and doing business
as a broker. Having more room than he required for carrying on his
business, he rented out several small offices for business purposes.
In the early part of June, a man giving the name of Charles K. Cole,
and representing himself as an agent for an insurance company in
Chicago, engaged one of these rooms; and to him is given the credit of
planning the robbery, in connection with others.

Immediately above the office rented to Cole was the president’s
private office, and through the ceiling of this office an entrance
was made sufficient to admit a man’s body. From the subsequent
examination by the detectives, it appears that holes were drilled
through this ceiling from above and below, as the Brussels carpet in
the president’s room contained no holes, which would not have been the
case had the drilling been done entirely from the basement.

It was urged by some that this drilling through the ceiling and large
beams must have occupied weeks, while other experienced officers
asserted that it could have been accomplished in a few hours. One of
the severed beams was four inches thick by fourteen in width. Some
believed that an entrance was effected through the side door, and that
the person or persons had a good knowledge of the employees, where the
safes were, the contents of the vault and safes, and the key to the
combination lock.

[Sidenote: A STARTLING DISCOVERY.]

The discovery of the robbery was made by the <DW52> man up stairs, on
Monday morning, when he opened the bank, in his usual way, to clean
the offices. He detected a strong smell of powder, and went into the
rear office to find out the cause of it. There he was astonished at
the view which met his Ethiopian eyes.

On the floor of this office were the vaults and safes. Here he
observed several caps of different descriptions, six or eight in
number; overcoats, blouses, and overalls, such as are used by
machinists; oil-cloths, rubber shoes, saws, bits, awls, jack-screws,
drills, lanterns, and every other kind of implement used by expert
thieves. The instruments were gathered together and taken into the
possession of the police, and a cabinet of four hundred pieces was
made of them.

The vault and safes were found to have been broken open; United States
bonds were lying scattered about, as well as large quantities of coin
and currency, mixed with which were small wedges, railway bonds,
copper coin, augers, chisels, flasks of powder, any quantity of cigar
stumps, which showed that the burglars took the situation very coolly,
pieces of chilled iron, fuses, gold certificates, and other valuable
securities.

[Sidenote: FRIGHT OF A PORTER.]

Just outside the vault was placed a very heavy bag of gold, which
had been lifted out; but owing, probably, to its great weight, it
was abandoned. Tin boxes had been burst open and thrown in all
directions, as well as the securities which they had contained, and
everything betokened the utmost recklessness in ransacking the safes.
When all this disorder and chaos met the porter’s gaze, he became
half bewildered, and did not know how to act; he thought he might be
arrested for what had been done by others, and for a few minutes he
contemplated flight. He had been through the rooms at one o’clock A.
M., on the same morning, and found everything secure, so that it was
plain the robbery had been done in a very short time. He, at last,
raised an alarm that the bank had been entered, and in a short time
Captain Steers, of the twenty-seventh precinct, took possession of the
bank until the officers arrived.

When the robbery became known, the city was thrown into intense
excitement, as it was rumored that over one million of money and
securities had been stolen. The bank was quickly besieged by
depositors and other interested parties, together with the usual
assembly of curiosity-seekers. The depositors were perfectly
uncontrollable; and at one time it seemed that they were going to
lay hands on money, or securities, found outside the vault, and make
themselves secure against loss. The police, however, kept them at
bay, and kept them out of the building. At length the bank officials
appeared on the scene, in company with the bank’s legal adviser; and
after a short time they issued a statement that only about twenty
thousand dollars had been stolen.

This report kept down the excitement, but the depositors really did
not know whether they were safe, or utterly ruined. The detectives
took charge of the case, but, as stated at the outset, they were
unable to cope with the matured plans of the thieves, and did not
succeed in bringing any of them to the bar of justice.

[Sidenote: BLOWING OPEN A SAFE.]

The vault was in the president’s room, at the rear of the premises.
It was defended by an iron door, having a combination lock. This
door was blown open with the gunpowder which had attracted the
porter’s attention. The door being opened, everything in the safe was
accessible. The keys to the second door hung on the inside of the
one that had been thrust open by the action of the powder, and it is
hardly necessary to say that the thieves made good use of them.

The third door was forced open with a powerful screw, the force used
being sufficient to depress the floor under the door. Here were two
safes; one contained the securities of the depositors, and the other
the property of the bank.

The boxes of the depositors appeared to be the principal attraction
for the thieves, and paper securities were preferred to the gold which
stared them in the face. These boxes were completely overhauled,
and securities to the amount of about five hundred thousand dollars
were abstracted; one depositor having lost as much as fifty thousand
dollars, for which the bank was in no way responsible.

About thirty thousand dollars belonging to the bank, in checks and
currency, were stolen. The thieves overhauled some thirty thousand
dollars in Clearing House currency, which could have been negotiated,
as well as thirty thousand dollars in gold coin; but which they did
not touch.

The detectives went to work, and it was said that one or more of the
bank’s officials were suspected, and closely watched for some time
subsequent to the robbery. Two men, who were said to be the most
daring and accomplished bank thieves in the city, were suspected;
but no trace could be obtained of their having been seen near the
Ocean Bank. These men were supposed to have committed a robbery, just
previously, at the National Bank of New Windsor, of something like one
hundred thousand dollars. A number of expert English burglars had also
arrived a short time before the robbery, but nothing could be brought
against them.

On the third day after the burglary, a patrolman, in Elizabeth Street,
about three o’clock A. M., met two young lads whom he knew. Suspecting
they were up for no good at that hour of the morning, he spoke to
them. They informed him that there was a large trunk standing on
the sidewalk, opposite No. 8 Elizabeth Street. He went to the number
indicated, and there found the trunk, as they had described. On it was
a card directed to Captain Jourdan (late superintendent of police),
of the sixth ward. The trunk and the two boys were taken to the
station-house.

[Sidenote: SECURITIES RETURNED.]

When Captain Jourdan was summoned, and the trunk was opened, it was
found to contain unnegotiable securities, to the amount of three
hundred thousand dollars, which had been stolen from the Ocean Bank.
The property consisted of bonds, checks, securities, and currency,
together with legal documents, such as conveyances and mortgages; but
no clew could possibly be obtained as to the sender of the trunk.

The total loss sustained by the bank proved to be about twenty-five
thousand dollars, out of the bulk of the valuables and money stolen;
but as the property returned to Captain Jourdan principally belonged
to the depositors, their loss was estimated to be something near half
a million of dollars.

The various implements found at the bank were valued at two thousand
dollars, and were of the very finest finish; some of the pieces were
worth as much as two hundred dollars, and three hundred dollars each.

Altogether, it was one of the most skilful, ingenious, and
well-planned robberies ever committed in this country. The most
singular part of the robbery is that, although an outside watchman was
employed to guard the premises, no one was seen to enter the bank, or
the basement of the building; neither was any one seen to leave the
premises at any time of the night or morning when the robbery took
place.




XVIII.

THE EARLIEST EXCAVATIONS.

     GRAVES AND THEIR CONSTRUCTION.—DIFFERENT MODES OF
     BURIAL.—TOMBS.—THE MOST EXTENSIVE TOMBS.—OBJECT OF THE
     PYRAMIDS OF EGYPT.—A VISIT TO THE GREAT PYRAMID AND ITS
     DESCRIPTION.—DIFFICULTIES OF CLIMBING.—THE TOMBS OF THEBES.—A FAT
     AMERICAN’S ADVENTURE.—ENTERING THE TOMB OF ASSASSEEF.—RECITING
     POETRY UNDER DISADVANTAGES.—SWALLOWING A BAT.—JACK’S DISGUST.—FATE
     OF A FAT MAN.—STUCK IN A PASSAGE-WAY.—HOW THE ARABS REMOVED HIM.


There is little or no reason to doubt that the earliest excavations
ever made by human hands were for purposes of sepulture. The burial
of the dead, or rather the disposition of their bodies, has been a
necessity in all countries and all ages since the days of the Garden
of Eden. Some nations have practised cremation, and there are many
arguments in its favor; but with most of these nations it was the
custom to gather the ashes of the dead into urns, which were buried
with much formality. Among some of our western tribes of Indians the
bodies of the dead are placed on scaffoldings of poles several feet
high, and there left to the action of the elements. This practice had
its origin in the absence of all tools suitable for digging in the
earth, and possibly from a vague theory that the body of the deceased
should be raised towards the home of the Great Spirit beyond the
skies. Some of the ancient nations had a theory concerning cremation,
which was, that the flame, rising towards heaven, carried the spirit
of the deceased and enabled it to reach the mansions of the blest. On
the same theory the Chinese write or print their prayers on paper,
and then burn the paper; the flame carries the prayer upward, and as
light and heat come from the Controller of the universe, they are
considered the proper vehicles for the transmission of appeals to his
mercy, his pity, and his infinite love.

[Illustration: AUSTRALIAN NATIVES BURNING THEIR DEAD.]

[Illustration: AN INDIAN BURIAL PLACE.]

[Sidenote: EARLIEST FORM OF SEPULTURE.]

The earliest form of sepulture was in the grave, a simple trench
a few feet in depth. With the dawn of civilization came the tomb,
rudely constructed of stones piled together, or cut out of the solid
rock. The most elaborate specimens of the latter kind of tomb are in
Egypt; thousands of years ago they were constructed, and to this day
they remain, and are regarded with wonder by travellers from all the
nations of the globe. The most extensive tombs of modern times bear
no comparison to those which are found in the lands bordering on the
Nile. The pyramids of Ghizeh, immense mounds of stone, and constructed
with the greatest care and engineering skill, are the tombs of the
rulers of Egypt in the days of her greatness and prosperity. The
pyramid of Cheops rises to a height of nearly five hundred feet, and
is of proportional width at its base. Down deep in its centre is the
coffin of the man whose name has been given to the pyramid; thousands
of years have passed since this huge tomb was constructed, and it will
doubtless remain for thousands of years to come. No tomb of modern
times approaches it in grandeur, or gives promise of outlasting it.

Though the opposite of underground in their character, and erected
rather in the interest of death than in that of life, the great
pyramids deserve a description here. Excavations were made for their
foundations, and the interior chambers, where rest the coffins of
those for whom they were erected, are, for all practical purposes, as
much underground as they would be in the deepest coal mine of England
or America. The pyramids are mostly on the west bank of the Nile, not
far from Cairo; tourists designing to visit them make Cairo their
starting-point, and from that city several groups are in full view.
Altogether about seventy pyramids have been counted in this region,
and the remains of many others are visible. Decay’s effacing fingers
are constantly at work; forty centuries have passed since the pyramids
were erected, and their durable character can be readily inferred
when we remember how long they have stood.

A sepulchral chamber was first excavated in the rock, and during the
life of the king who was to repose within it, the work of building
the pyramid was pressed forward. It was generally completed before
he died, and therefore he had the consolation of knowing that he
would not be kept waiting around for his tomb to be constructed. The
structure was made over this chamber, an elegant coffin of stone being
first placed within it. A passage-way about four feet high and three
feet wide was kept open, so that the body of the king could be carried
to the sepulchral chamber when the proper time arrived for depositing
it in its coffin. The pyramid was practically solid, as the chamber
and passages leading to it were the only hollow spaces. The sides of
the pyramids were directed to the four cardinal points of the compass,
and their exactness in this particular leads to the supposition that
the ancients were acquainted with the principles of surveying as
practised by modern engineers.

[Sidenote: CONSTRUCTION OF THE PYRAMIDS.]

The pyramids were constructed of red granite from quarries at Assouan,
and other points of the Nile, and of a hard limestone from quarries
at Makotam and Tourah. The blocks were very large, and it must have
required a vast amount of mechanical power and engineering skill to
quarry them and move them to the places where they are now found. Many
engineers think that the Egyptians must have possessed some mechanical
power which has been lost and become unknown to the people of the
present century. Especially is this the case with the huge stones at
the top of the pyramids, where the number of persons who could work
must have been very small for want of room. Other engineers say that
the ordinary derrick on a large scale would have been sufficient for
the purpose, and it is pretty certain that this instrument was used,
as holes have been found in the stones, where it is supposed the
feet of the derricks were placed. Others think that the blocks were
moved by human power, of which the kings had an unlimited quantity at
their command. One theory is, that as fast as the courses of stone
in a pyramid were laid, the earth was piled around it so as to form
an incline, where the blocks could be slowly rolled. When the last
course, at the top, was laid, the pyramid would have the appearance of
a hill with gradually sloping sides. The earth could then be removed,
and when it was all carried away the pyramid would stand as it was
intended to stand. It is true that this mode of work would require an
immense force of men; but what did the kings of Egypt care for the
toil of their subjects? The kings owned the land and the people, and
could do as they pleased with either.

[Sidenote: THE PYRAMID OF CHEOPS.]

The pyramid of Cheops, known as the Great Pyramid, was twenty years
in building, and it is said by Herodotus to have required the labor
of a hundred thousand men during that time. Cheops stopped all other
works connected with religious rites until the pyramid was completed.
To facilitate the transportation of stone from the Tourah quarries,
a causeway was built three thousand feet long, sixty feet wide, and
fifty feet high, which is said to have required ten years for its
completion. A railway engineer of the present day would have finished
this causeway in a month, provided he could have the unlimited supply
of laborers possessed by the Egyptian kings.

The Great Pyramid covers an area of between twelve and thirteen acres;
the side of its square measures seven hundred and forty-six feet, and
its height is four hundred and fifty feet. It was originally seven
hundred and sixty feet square and four hundred and eighty feet high;
its outer portions have been removed to furnish stone for building
purposes in Cairo. Originally, it was a perfect pyramid; the builders
began at the top and filled in, with small stone and cement, the
angles formed by the recession of each layer beyond the one below
it. Each side was thus left with an even surface sloping at an angle
of 51° 50´. The outer casing being removed has left the courses of
stone in the form of steps nearly four feet high, so that the ascent
is not an easy one. There are always plenty of Arabs hanging around
the pyramid ready to assist a traveller who wishes to ascend to the
summit. By pulling and pushing him over the steps, they get him up at
a reasonably rapid rate; but the exercise is of such a nature, that
it frequently leaves him feeling very much as if he had been passed
through a patent clothes wringer.

The pyramid contains about eighty-two millions of cubic feet of
masonry, and the total weight of the stone used in its construction
is estimated at more than six million tons. The entrance is on the
north face, fifty feet above the base, and about twenty-four feet from
the central line. The passage-way is low and narrow, and extends,
in a downward <DW72> of twenty-six degrees, three hundred and twenty
feet to the sepulchral chamber. The chamber is forty-six feet long,
twenty-seven feet wide, and eleven feet high. There is a branch
passage-way leading from the main one, which terminates in a smaller
room, called the Queen’s Chamber; it is supposed that this room was
intended for the resting-place of the queen’s body, but it contains no
sarcophagus.

[Sidenote: THE KING’S CHAMBER.]

In the apartment known as the King’s Chamber, the walls and roof are
of a highly polished granite, in slabs of great size. The only article
of furniture in it is a sarcophagus of red granite, seven and a half
feet long, three feet wide, and nearly four feet high. It is too large
to be moved through the passage, and must have been placed in the room
before the roof was covered. It is supposed that it contained a wooden
coffin with the mummy of the king, and that these were taken away when
the pyramid was first opened and plundered. In the construction of the
pyramids, arrangements were made for closing the passages with blocks
of granite, which have greatly retarded all attempts at exploration.
It is supposed that there are other apartments yet undiscovered in
the Great Pyramid; and at some future day an enterprising and patient
explorer may be rewarded with important revelations.

Nearly a thousand years ago, the Great Pyramid was visited, and
plundered, and the work of destruction has been renewed at various
intervals since that time. But notwithstanding the centuries that
have passed since the first visit, new apartments and passages have
been discovered within the past thirty years, and several important
facts in the history of the pyramids have been obtained from the
hieroglyphics on the stones of the interior. Another pyramid near the
great one was explored in 1837; a sarcophagus was found, and with
it was a mummy case of King Menkuré, but the mummy was gone where
the woodbine twineth, or somewhere else. Near the pyramids there
is a great number of tombs, some built above the surface, and some
excavated in the rock.

The Arabs have opened nearly all the tombs and plundered them of their
contents. They have no respect for dead Egyptians, and whenever they
find the entrance to a tomb beneath the sands that have been blown
from the desert, they quickly open the receptacle and search it for
articles of value. The Egyptians used to embalm the bodies of their
dead with the greatest care. Professors of the art of embalming were
numerous; and judging by the extent of their work, they must have
been in constant practice. The first step in the Egyptian method was
to put the body in a sort of spicy pickle, where it was kept for two
or three months. The viscera and all internal organs were removed to
give a better chance to the pickle; and when the work was sufficiently
advanced, the body was dried, filled with preserving gums and spices,
and properly bandaged. The bandaging of a mummy was one of the fine
arts, and sometimes a hundred yards of cloth would be required for a
single subject. Every toe and finger had its separate bandage, and the
preserving articles were so soaked into the bandages and plastered
over them, that there was sometimes more gum and bandage than body.

[Sidenote: PREPARING A MUMMY.]

[Sidenote: MUMMIES BURNED FOR FUEL.]

A close-fitting case or coffin was put outside the mummy, and he was
then ready to be packed away for any number of centuries. He kept
well, for the work was thoroughly done; and mummies are constantly
found in good preservation after a rest of four or five thousand
years. The Arabs rob the tombs, and break up the mummies for the gold
and silver which were concealed about them; and many a mummy has
come to grief in consequence of attempting to take his money along
with him. After the mummy is broken up he makes very good fuel; the
Arabs occasionally burn him; and in the early days of the Cairo and
Suez Railway, the firemen on the locomotives found that mummies, cut
into proper lengths, made a very good substitute for wood and coal.
The gums and rags that preserved the mummy are combustible, and thus
facilitate his destruction. Arabs and railway stokers are, like the
law, no respecters of persons, especially if the persons have been
dead forty or fifty centuries. It amuses and benefits these modern
Vandals to burn mummies; and it is proper to say, that the mummies
don’t appear to mind it.

The subterranean tombs and other excavations on the Nile are numerous,
and sometimes of great extent. Several of them are so large, that
travellers who ventured into them without proper guides have been
lost, and have perished for want of food and light. A modern visitor
says that after going through several tombs, he felt very much as if
he had been rolled in an iron mill. The passages leading into the
tombs are long and dark; sometimes they extend hundreds of feet in an
indefinite sort of way, and not by a straight course, as a respectable
tomb ought to have its entrance. A slender man can get along much
more easily than a fat one; the latter gets stuck sometimes, and can
easily fancy himself a number ten gun-wad forced into a number eight
barrel. An acquaintance of mine once vowed that not for the whole of
Egypt would he venture into a tomb again, and that he had done with
explorations.

“Ask him about the tomb of Assasseef at Thebes,” said a mutual
acquaintance, who was sitting between us. We were in a _café_ at Rome,
and whiling away an evening after a visit to the Coliseum, and the
ruins in its vicinity.

“Hang Thebes and all it contains,” was the curt reply. “Well, if you
insist upon it, you shall have it on condition that you won’t speak of
it again.”

We made the required promise; and after taking an extra sip of brandy
and water, he began.

[Sidenote: DAHABIEHS AND DONKEYS.]

“There were two of us, and we were making the journey of the Nile
in a dahabieh. You know what beastly things those dahabiehs are
generally, though sometimes you find one that is quite comfortable.
Why the beggarly Egyptians don’t call them boats, and be done with it,
I never could understand. We landed at Luxor; and after looking at the
ruins there, we rode to the tombs of the kings, seven or eight miles
away. They mounted me on a donkey so small, that my feet dragged on
the ground, and I had to take a reef in my legs to keep from wearing
away my boot soles. Jack, my companion, said, that if I wore spurs, I
would have to buckle them on just below my knee, as I could not raise
my heels without having them so far aft, that they would not reach
the animal. There was no necessity for spurs, as we had a boy to run
astern of the donkey, and give him an occasional turn in the tail to
help him along. The boy kept a firm hold of the tail most of the time,
and was helped along by it more than the donkey was. At one time, when
we were on the edge of a little ridge, the donkey watched his chance,
and let his heels fly into the stomach of the urchin. A prize-fighter
couldn’t have made a better blow. The boy went rolling down the ridge,
and I thought we should have to pay for him, or buy a new one.

“He scrambled up again, and wasn’t hurt at all. Evidently he was used
to that sort of thing, but I don’t believe he liked it, for he made
some remarks that sounded very much like swearing. I gave him half a
franc, and he appeared satisfied, and ready to be kicked again. He
went around behind the donkey, and got into position; but the beast
wouldn’t respond for an encore, and so the thing was dropped. But you
can believe the boy gave that tail fits for the rest of the ride; and
by the time we were through, it looked like a piece of old rope with
half the strands gone.

“Jack was poetic, and began to blow and recite verses; but I couldn’t
think of anything except Old Hundred, and the Last Rose of Summer.
They wouldn’t do for the occasion, and so I amused myself with looking
around at the sand and rubbish, and wondering why people came there to
see them. Thebes must have been a nice sort of a city, but it is
very much out of repair now. It is very good as a ruin, but wouldn’t
be worth much for anything else. All around us there were the remains
of temples and palaces that must have cost a great deal of money when
they were built. Our guide kept talking about tombs and other cheerful
subjects, and by and by he took us to the tomb of Assasseef. I didn’t
care much about going in, as it was nothing but a hole in the ground,
anyhow. Jack insisted, and so we tried it.

[Illustration: THE TOMBS OF THE EGYPTIAN KINGS AT THEBES.]

[Illustration: HALL IN THE TOMB OF ASSASSEEF.]

[Sidenote: ASSASSEEF AND HIS TOMB.]

“Assasseef wasn’t a king, but only a wealthy old priest, who had made
money by speculation in stocks or some other way, and wanted to make
a permanent investment. So he went into the tomb business, and built
a very comfortable one, and larger than any of his neighbors. It has
an outer court a hundred feet long, and two thirds wide, and the
underground passages run nearly a thousand feet into the mountain. It
was all well enough as long as we were above ground, but when we went
below it wasn’t so comfortable. The walls were black and dirty; the
passages were narrow and dusty, and sometimes they were so low that
we had to crawl. The bats had a pre-emption claim to the place, and
didn’t like to be disturbed. They flapped their wings in our faces,
and flew around in a way that wasn’t pleasant. Jack opened his mouth
once to spout a verse of poetry, and got a number three bat between
his teeth before he finished the first line. I used to chaff him about
it afterwards, and he threatened to bat _me_ in the mouth if I didn’t
stop.

“There were so many bats that the noise they made in the empty vaults
and passages seemed like distant thunder, and I began to think the
mountain would tumble in. The guide went ahead; and whenever we began
to talk of giving it up, he would tell about some wonderful thing a
little farther on.

“A good many of the passages were so low and narrow that I had to be
pulled in and out by the heels, and it didn’t take long to disgust me.
I was as dusty as if I had made the campaign of Virginia without being
brushed, and the dust I had picked up wasn’t of the best kind either.
It consisted of pulverized mummy and other relics of ancient Egypt;
and I think I should have made a very good show-piece if I had come
home in just the condition in which I emerged from that tomb.

[Sidenote: STUCK IN AN UNDERGROUND PASSAGE.]

“The joke kept growing worse, till they got me in a place where I had
to expel all my breath to crawl through. We got into a sort of room
where an Egyptian named something or other had spent thirty-five or
forty centuries of his mummy existence; but the place was about as
attractive as a bath tub. The mummy had gone, and taken his baggage
with him, all but the bats, which kept flying around and making
themselves uncomfortable. But when we went to get out, the job was
serious. The passage-way, as we came into this tomb, was a descending
one, and I got into it by going stern foremost, as a ship drops down
a current to pick up a new anchoring spot. But in going out I had to
climb up, and that wasn’t so easy. The space wasn’t large enough for a
man of my size to crawl well, as you have to raise your body a little
every time you push yourself forward with your hands. For the same
reason I couldn’t get a purchase with my feet, and I hadn’t gone five
yards before I stopped. The guide and one of our water-carriers were
ahead, while Jack was behind me, and had an Arab to bring up the rear.
I yelled out that I couldn’t get farther, and the train came to a stop.

“I was frightened, and that made me swell up like your finger when
you have a ring on that is a size or so too small. I filled that
passage-way as a cork fills the neck of a bottle, and I couldn’t stir
any more than if I had been anchored. The guide got hold of my arms
and pulled, but he couldn’t do anything, especially as the place
wasn’t adapted to towing purposes. What was to be done I couldn’t
tell; and I began to think I should have to stay there, and be
converted into a mummy for the amusement of future visitors.

“Jack and the Arab finally pulled me back by the heels, and the Arab
went for a rope. When he brought it we arranged for a new departure.
They wanted to put the rope around my neck and pull me along; but I
objected to this, as it might result in stretching my neck a little
longer than I wanted it. I looped the thing around me just below the
arms; and then the guide and the water-carrier went ahead, and towed
me along. It was no easy work, but they got me out at last into the
larger passages, where I could get along comparatively easy. The guide
said something about a fine tomb farther in the mountain, but I had
had all the tombs I wanted for that day, and made as straight a course
as I could for the outside. And you don’t catch me in a tomb of that
sort again if you give me all the kings in Egypt.

[Sidenote: CONDITION OF THE MUMMY MARKET.]

“When we got outside, we found a crowd of Arabs with fragments of
mummy for sale. They had legs, and arms, and heads in abundance, but
the market was rather too high to suit me. In fact I didn’t want any
mummy, and told the guide to set the fellows adrift. Jack bought a
dried arm, and took it back to the boat, but I believe he threw it
overboard a few days later. After that adventure, I visited a good
many ruins, but only went where I had daylight to guide me. Whenever
they told me of a beautiful tomb, and the wonders that it contained,
I admitted that it must be very nice, and took everything they said
in good faith. I was willing to see the tombs by proxy; and when Jack
went inside, I staid where I could look at the Arabs, and study the
columns of the ruined temples.”




XIX.

EXPERIENCES IN WILD LIFE.

     NECESSITIES OF TRAVELLERS IN WILD COUNTRIES.—CONCEALING DOG
     FOOD.—DEFENCES AGAINST WILD ANIMALS.—HONESTY OF CERTAIN
     NATIVES.—THE AUTHOR’S EXPERIENCE WITH SIBERIAN KORAKS.—CONCEALING
     FOOD IN ICEBERGS.—BARON WRANGELL AND DR. KANE.—STORY OF BLANKETS
     AND BLANKET STRAPS.—A CACHE.—WHAT IT IS.—AUTHOR’S FIRST
     ACQUAINTANCE WITH ONE.—A FRAUDULENT GRAVE.—CACHE OF A WHISKEY KEG,
     AND HOW IT WAS MADE.—“TWO-BOTTLE CAMP.”—CONSOLATION OF A HARD
     DRINKER.—AN EXTENSIVE CACHE.—HOW THE INDIANS FOUND IT, AND WHAT
     BECAME OF THEM.—JIM FOSTER AND HIS TENDER HEART.


In all sparsely settled or wild countries, travellers when on journeys
are frequently obliged to carry provisions for their entire trip. If
they are to go back over the same route they follow in their outward
course, they do not carry their provisions the whole distance, but
leave them at different points, where they can find them on their
return. Especially is this the case where food for the draught or
riding animals must be provided. In Northern America and Asia, and
in Greenland, Spitzbergen, and other arctic countries, dogs are
used for draught purposes; and where a party is travelling it is
always necessary to carry a supply of dog food. The favorite article
for feeding dogs in winter is dried fish, and great quantities are
prepared in the summer months, and stored away where they can be
safely kept.

[Sidenote: CONCEALING FOOD IN ICE.]

An expedition starting in winter for a journey of ten days will carry
ten days’ supply of food for dogs and men. If the journey exceeds that
time, the allowance must be reduced; and sometimes the party will be
on the point of starvation. At the end of each day’s journey, it is
customary, if the party is to return by the same route, to conceal a
day’s supply of food, and thus lighten the load as much as possible.
There are several ways of making these deposits. The first requisite
is generally to protect the food against wild animals. Poles eight
or ten feet high are set upright, and a rude box is made at the top,
where the food can be placed. Wolves and foxes are the principal
four-footed thieves; they cannot climb, and therefore anything
protected in this way is safe from their depredations. Sometimes a
hole is made in the ground, and the deposit is placed within it. This
can only be safely done in winter, as the soft earth in summer can be
dug up by the enterprising and keen-scented animals with very little
trouble. A hole in winter can be made secure by pouring water over
the replaced earth, and allowing it to freeze. Wolves and foxes can
do many things, but they have not yet invented any way to dig through
frozen ground. They are wise enough not to attempt it, as they would
need a new set of paws every half hour if they followed digging in
frozen earth as a means of livelihood.

Baron Wrangell, Dr. Kane, and other arctic explorers, when travelling
on the ice of the Polar Sea, used to make holes in the bergs and
hummocks, and sometimes in the level ice, which frequently gets a
thickness of eight or ten feet. After they had made the deposit in a
hole of this sort, they would fit a block of ice as nearly as possible
to the opening. After inserting the block they poured water into the
interstices, and allowed it to freeze, so as to make the place as
solid and even as ever. This was a sufficient protection against small
animals, but not always against polar bears. These huge beasts would
scent out the food, and with their powerful claws they managed to dig
into the ice, and help themselves. Even if the food had been put into
strong boxes before it was deposited, the beasts did not seem to be
hindered in getting at it, as they would break the boxes as easily as
a rat would open an egg-shell. Dr. Kane once tried the plan of sealing
the food in sheet iron cans pointed at the ends. Sometimes the bears
tossed these cans a while, and then abandoned them but they generally
managed to throw them about with sufficient violence to break the
shell and reach the contents. A healthy and full-grown polar bear
is a powerful beast, and has no respect for the laws affecting the
ownership of property.

[Sidenote: HONEST ABORIGINALS.]

In the extreme north deposits of food are in much greater danger from
four-footed beasts than from men. In the first place, the beasts
are much more numerous than men, and consequently want more to eat.
Men are not very likely, in those wild countries, to come near the
deposits, especially in arctic explorations; and even when they find
them they are not generally in the habit of stealing. The Esquimaux of
the region where Dr. Kane made his explorations are somewhat thievish
when they have the opportunity, but the natives of Northern Asia
have a high reputation for honesty. There are some tribes that have
never learned to steal; they have had very little intercourse with
white men, and are thoroughly uncivilized. As an illustration of this
barbarous honesty, I will give my own experience among the Koraks of
North-eastern Siberia.

My first acquaintance with them was on the shores of the Okhotsk Sea,
where they had assembled with their herds of reindeer. When we went
ashore we managed somehow to wet our blankets, and I hung mine up to
dry. I expressed my fears that the blankets would be stolen by some of
the Koraks, but was told that everything would be safe. When we camped
at night, my blankets were dry, and I slept in them. But I forgot the
blanket-straps, and there they hung in the open air all night, and all
the next day.

Now, it is a moral or an immoral certainty that a pair of leather
straps, new, and in good condition, in almost any other country would
have been taken in hand by somebody who couldn’t bear to see them
unused. But when I finally thought of my straps, I found them hanging
where I had left them thirty hours before, in full view of a dozen or
more natives, who were dressed in skins, and didn’t know anything more
about civilization and the customs of fashionable society than a horse
knows about running a sewing-machine.

[Sidenote: EXPERIENCE WITH A CACHE.]

On our western plains the custom of concealing articles in the
ground prevails over any other mode. The Indians have long practised
it, and they manage it so skilfully that it is next to impossible
to detect them. The early French settlers and explorers learned the
practice from the Indians, and the name they gave to a place of
concealment—“_cache_,” from _cacher_, to conceal—has been adopted into
the language of all plainsmen, of whatever nationality. So well is
this word known that many frontier Americans use it in preference to
words in their own language having the same meaning. A frontiers-man
will speak of finding a place where a squirrel had _cached_ a peck
of nuts, or will tell you that he _cached_ his bowie knife in his
boot-leg rather than carry it at his waist-belt.

My first acquaintance with a cache on the plains was in the vicinity
of Fort Kearney. Our party was camped near a half dozen men who were
returning from Salt Lake City, and had lost three of their oxen. We
struck up an acquaintance, and in the evening invited them to sit
around our fire, where we exchanged news and stories, they telling us
of Utah, and we telling them about the States or “God’s Country,” as
one of them called it. “Stranger,” said he, “if ever I get back to
God’s Country, and you catch me again on these yere plains, you may
just shoot me for a prairie dog. I’ve seen all I want of this yere
living, and don’t hanker for no more of it. I’m a going back where I
can have a square meal at a table, and drink whiskey that wouldn’t
burn a hole through an old boot in five minutes.”

We were not bountifully supplied with the necessaries of life, but
we felt liberal, and ventured to offer a drink of whiskey to each of
the strangers. They took it as unhesitatingly as a kitten would take
a saucer of new milk, and we became friends in a short time. When we
separated, one of the eastward-bound travellers said,—

“May be you’ll run short of flour before you get to the mountains,
and a little would help you along. Now, we had to lighten up just
this side of the Platte crossing, where we lost two of our oxen. We
couldn’t find anybody to sell to, and as we didn’t like to throw
things away altogether, we cached some of them. Next day we met a man
one of us knew, and we sold him all the caches but one, and told him
where to find them. But there was one bag of flour in a cache away
from the rest, and he didn’t want no flour; so we didn’t tell him
where it was.”

We offered to buy the flour, but the men would not listen to the
proposition.

“It’s Utah flour,” said one of them, “and isn’t very good. The sack
is small, and the whole lot wouldn’t be worth a great deal; but you
can’t buy it. You’ve treated us handsome, and we’re not going to be
rattlesnakes. We want you to take that flour, and you shan’t pay for
it.”

We thanked them heartily, and proffered another drink, which was
accepted and swallowed.

[Sidenote: HOW TO CONCEAL FLOUR.]

“About five miles this side of the old crossing of the Platte,” one of
the strangers continued, after wiping the drops of whiskey from his
lips, “you will come to a dry creek. There’s a small clump of willows
on your right hand, and mighty small willows they are too; and on the
left side, a dozen yards off the road, there are three buffalo heads
piled up, with a sage bush sticking in the top one. Now, you go up the
creek past these yere buffalo heads about fifty yards, and you’ll see
a grave with a little board at one end. On the board are some words
which we cut, that says, ‘J. MEANS, SALT LAKE, 34 YEARS.’ Now, there
ain’t no J. Means there, but there is a sack of flour, and you’ll find
it by digging.”

We made a memorandum of the direction, and soon after retired to
sleep. In the morning we broke camp, and continued our journey,
keeping the cache constantly in mind. When we reached the spot
indicated, we opened the grave, and found the sack of flour, as our
friends of a night had told us we should find it. The soil where it
lay was quite dry, and the flour might have been left there for months
without serious injury, beyond growing a little musty.

A grave is regarded with respect by nearly all white men and by
most savages. Consequently a cache is frequently made in the form
of a grave. A head-board bearing the name, residence, and age of a
fictitious dead man, serves to complete the deception, and is likewise
useful in describing the cache so that it can be found. All sorts
of articles can be placed in the grave, provided they are not of a
character to attract wild animals and cause them to dig. In certain
localities, the animals, when hungry, will dig into a real grave, and
exhume the body to devour it. Thus it happens that the fact that a
mound has not been disturbed by beasts sometimes reveals its character
to a keen-eyed observer, and tells him that it is a cache, containing
something else than the remains of a luckless traveller.

[Sidenote: DECEIVING A DRUNKARD.]

In a journey from Denver to New Mexico, in the autumn of 1860, our
party contained one man whose appetite for whiskey was of the keenest
and most insatiable. In making up our outfit, we had left a portion
of the purchases to him, and he had bought about six times as much
fire-water as we really needed. On the first and second day he
managed to get as drunk as a Tammany repeater at election time, and
was neither ornamental nor useful. On the second night, while he was
sleeping, and possibly dreaming of a paradise where there were rivers
of pure Bourbon, and no charge to bathers and drinkers, we arranged a
plan to bring him to grief. We took a keg of whiskey from our wagon,
and cached it a little way from camp. We threw the dirt into the
creek, and built a fire over the place of concealment, so that there
was no trace of what we had done. In the morning we kept him away from
the wagon until we were several miles on the road, and as he had a
bottle at his command he did not discover the loss until night.

But when he did discover it, there was trouble in the camp. We dared
not tell the truth, for fear he would insist upon returning to recover
the treasure. So we feigned ignorance, thought it must have been lost
on the road, or left in Denver, or, possibly, the driver had stolen
it. We were all certain that it had not been left at the camp, as we
had followed the universal custom of emigrants on the plains, and
carefully examined the ground after the wagon had started.

To console himself, he went into a condition of blind drunkenness,
and remained in it till morning. At this camp we cached a couple of
bottles of whiskey, and then solemnly averred, next morning, that
he had swallowed them. To all his denials we were incredulous, and
we narrated, with great minuteness, how he drank one bottle after
another, filling a pint cup at a time, and draining it at a gulp. He
finally began to believe that we were right, and for the rest of the
journey he kept comparatively sober.

[Sidenote: TWO-BOTTLE CAMP.]

On our return, two weeks later, we had a long day’s journey before
us to reach “Two-Bottle Camp,” as we had named it. In the morning we
made a general confession to the old fellow, and owned up to the theft
and concealment of the bottles. His rage at the deception practised
upon him was great, but it was not equal to his joy at knowing there
was happiness ahead. Never on the whole journey did he exert himself
more than on that day to keep the wagon in motion, and enable us to
reach the whiskey-hunting ground by sunset. To him the camp of the Two
Bottles was like a harbor for which the storm-tossed mariner hopes and
prays when the gale is upon him, and his ship is lying at the mercy of
the wind; and as soon as we reached it, he made a rapid break for the
cache, and opened it before the wagon was fairly halted.

He forgave us everything, and for that evening we had a millennium
on a small scale. We compelled him to retain one bottle for the
festivities of the next evening, as we wanted him to go to town sober,
and consequently determined to exhume the keg, and put it in the wagon
without his knowledge. Everything was lovely; the keg was secured,
and when we reached Denver, we pretended to discover it in the office
whence we had started.

In the days of the great emigration overland in 1849 and ‘50, the
emigrants frequently found their wagons too heavily burdened, and were
obliged to throw away or cache a large part of their loads. When they
cached their goods, the Indians generally found them, as the work was
almost always done carelessly and in haste, so that traces of it
could be plainly seen. One old plainsman once described to me a cache
which was made by a party to which he belonged.

“We found,” said he, “that we must lighten up our wagons; and so we
concluded to stop a day or two, make a cache, and give our animals a
chance to rest. We were near the Wind River Mountains, and Indians
were not abundant. We had seen none for several days, and thought we
could rely upon doing our work without their seeing us. We were in
camp when we decided to make the cache, and at daylight next morning
two of us started out to find a good place.

“About three miles off the trail we found a bluff that was quite steep
towards a small river that we named Lost Ox River, because one of our
oxen afterwards got into the quicksand and was drowned. We thought
this bluff would be a good place for a cache, as we could throw the
dirt into the river and have it washed away. The bluff was hard and
dry, and would keep things from spoiling.

[Sidenote: AN EXTENSIVE CACHE.]

“We drove the train into the valley, at the foot of the bluff, and
then went to work. We made a hole about three feet square, and as many
deep, and then we hollowed out a space as large as a good-sized room.
We did not drop an ounce of dirt around the opening, but threw it all
into the river. We spread blankets and sacks all around the opening,
and laid a row of them from the hole to our camp, so that the ground
wouldn’t be trodden up.

“Then we lightened our wagons of everything we could spare. There
were bundles of goods, extra clothing, saddles, chains, boots, and
everything we thought it possible to do without. When the hole was
full, we put the stump of a tree into the opening, and scattered
leaves and rubbish around it, so that nobody could possibly see that
the earth had ever been disturbed.

“It took us three days to make the cache. Our mules and oxen had
gathered strength, and we moved on, with a good prospect of getting
through to California.

“But things grew worse instead of better. When we got into the alkali
plains our oxen died off fast, and we had to throw away something
every day. With so much bad luck it was quite natural that we should
get into rows among ourselves, and the upshot of it was, that we
separated. Some of us were discouraged, and wanted to go back; and we
did go back.

“Four of us took our rifles, and each picked out a riding mule to
carry us to the Missouri River. We had two pack mules, and thought
we could somehow manage to get through. We had a hard time of it,
stranger, and didn’t get farther than Laramie, where we broke up, and
concluded to try our luck at anything that turned up.

“When we got to where we left the trail to make our cache, I told the
boys we had better go and see if it was all right. Three of us went
there, and left the other to take care of the animals.

“Somehow the Indians had found out the whole thing. We don’t know how
they did it, but it was most likely that the wolves and foxes went
to digging there for the leather in the boots and saddles, and the
Indians saw where they dug, and knew something was hid. All around
there were tracks of Indians, and they had taken out more than half of
what we had put there.

“While we were talking about the business, and cursing the red skins,
we saw five of them coming up the valley. There were four bucks and
one squaw, and they hadn’t seen us. So we just laid low and waited
for them. They stopped at the foot of the bluff, and the bucks made
for the hole, leaving the squaw to take care of their ponies and keep
watch.

[Sidenote: CAPTURING A SQUAW.]

“The squaw sat down, with her back against a tree, about fifty feet
from where we were. She was evidently tired, for she dropped her head
forward, and didn’t keep much of a watch. Jim Foster, one of the
fellows with me, was an old Indian hunter, and knew how to work. He
crept up behind her, slipped the belt from his waist, and before she
knew what she was about, he had the belt around her neck, and fastened
her to the tree. As soon as he had her fast, the other fellow and
I ran to the cache, picked up the stump that had been in the hole
originally, and put it where it belonged. Then we piled logs and
rubbish on top, and stopped up the crevices, and waited a couple of
hours, until we thought they had breathed all the air up and were good
Indians.”

“What do you mean by good Indians?” I asked.

“Why, don’t you know,” said he, “that all good Indians are dead
Indians?”

I saw his point, and after he had terminated the smile with which his
axiom was delivered, he went on with the story.

“We made sure that they would never do any more stealing. We didn’t
want to kill them, of course, but we thought it would be no more than
right to cache them along with the property that was left. There never
was a better use made of an Indian than to cache him. As soon as we
were satisfied that they couldn’t get out, we took the ponies and went
to where our fourth man was waiting with the mules. We distributed our
loads on the mules, took the ponies to ride on, and you may believe
that we travelled our level best out of that region.”

“And the squaw,” I asked; “did she go with you?”

[Sidenote: A CARELESS PLAINSMAN.]

“O, I forgot about her. Jim was a careless sort of a fellow, and he
pulled that strap so close around her neck that she never recovered.
Come to think of it, she didn’t live long, not more than five minutes,
and Jim was very sorry. He said he would do the best he could for her,
and seeing she was dead, he wouldn’t refuse to bury her. So he carried
her to the river, where there was a good bed of quicksand, and dropped
her in. She sunk easy, and I reckon she’s somewhere about there now.
She had a lot of silver ornaments about her, and Jim felt so bad that
he kept them to remember her by. He said it would be a shame to waste
them, as silver was scarce in that country. He wanted to go back, and
see if the bucks had something valuable about them; but I thought we
had done a fair morning’s work in hiving the ponies, and it was best
to be getting away from there before any more Indians came around. And
we up and travelled lively.”




XX.

THE GREEN VAULTS OF DRESDEN.

     THE RICHEST TREASURY IN THE WORLD.—HOW THE SAXON PRINCES ACQUIRED
     IT.—THE DIFFERENT CABINETS, AND WHAT THEY CONTAIN.—WONDERFUL
     CARVINGS, MOSAICS, AND CURIOSITIES.—SPLENDID GOLD AND SILVER
     PLATE.—MAGNIFICENT ROYAL REGALIA.—A LUXURIOUS AND GALLANT
     MONARCH.—HIS ROMANTIC ADVENTURES.—A MARVELLOUS TOY.—DAZZLING
     EMERALDS, PEARLS, RUBIES, AND DIAMONDS.—THE LARGEST AND MOST
     PRECIOUS GEMS ON THE GLOBE.—INGENIOUS AND DESPERATE ATTEMPTS TO
     ROB THE VAULTS.—A THIEF WALLED UP ALIVE.—EFFECT OF EXPOSING HIS
     SKELETON.—ARE THE PRICELESS JEWELS FALSE?—WHAT AN ENTERPRISING
     SCOUNDREL MIGHT ACCOMPLISH.


The Green Vaults (_Grüne Gewölbe_) of Dresden, as they are called from
the hue of the hangings which once covered them, are in the Zwinger,
a group of buildings erected by Augustus II. as a vestibule to a new
palace. They are not under ground as might be supposed from their
name, and from the fact that they contain the treasures of the King
of Saxony. They are vaulted apartments, eight in number, stored with
rare carving, mosaics, gold and silver plate, precious stones, and an
endless variety of curious and invaluable articles.

The collection is the richest possessed by any European monarch, and
altogether beyond what so small a power would be thought able to
collect or keep. The Saxon princes, it must be remembered, however,
were of far more consequence and influence in the past than they
are in the present. The Freiberg silver mines alone were a source
of immense revenue before the discovery of America, and Saxony had
various means of acquiring wealth of which she is now wholly deprived.

I have examined nearly all the royal treasuries abroad, and none of
them are at all equal to the collection in Dresden, which is likely
to create an agreeable surprise even after one has heard its variety
and value extolled. I have known political economists to regret that
what might be converted into so much money should be allowed to lie
idle, and I have met others, again, who regarded the treasures of art
and the priceless jewels gathered there as so many baubles unworthy
of serious consideration. Persons of cultivated taste and lovers of
beauty, however, can hardly be so narrow in their opinions, for they
will find in the Green Vaults something more than capital uninvested,
or glittering toys. The princes deserve commendation for the liberal
manner in which they expended their wealth for the æsthetic benefit of
those to come after them.

[Sidenote: WONDERFUL WORKS OF ART.]

The apartments are so arranged that each one you enter surpasses the
last in interest and the variety of its contents. A great deal of
space would be required to enumerate all the articles, though the
principal may be easily set down.

The first apartment is devoted to bronzes of the nicest and most
curious workmanship. There are copies in miniature of some of the
famous statues, that cannot be fully appreciated without close
attention to detail and a liberal understanding of art. A crucifix
by John of Bologna, and a small dog, stretching itself, by Peter
Visscher, are masterpieces of their kind.

In the second apartment are ivory carvings of remarkable excellence;
among them a number of beautiful vases, some quite large, cut out of
a single piece. There are, also, a battle scene by Albrecht Durer,
a crucifix by Michael Angelo, and a marvellous group of some ninety
figures carved in one piece sixteen inches high, representing the fall
of Lucifer and his wicked angels. Nothing could be finer or more exact
than these figures. Small as they are, they are perfect, and plainly
show what extraordinary patience and skill the artist must have had.
A goblet, of stag’s horn, cut like a cameo, in figures portraying the
chase, is admirably wrought, as is also a cup on which the story of
the Foolish Virgins is delineated.

The third apartment has Florentine mosaics, engraved shells, ostrich
eggs carved and ornamented, a singular chimney-piece of Dresden
china set with precious stones, paintings in enamel, and a number of
portraits of historic characters, the most noticeable of which are
Peter the Great and Augustus II., surnamed the Strong.

[Sidenote: CUPS OF GREAT VALUE.]

The fourth apartment is filled with the gold and silver plate formerly
used at the banquets of the Saxon princes, a portion of which was wont
to be carried to Frankfort on the occasion of the coronation of the
German emperors by the electors of Saxony, who held the hereditary
office of arch-marshal at those imposing ceremonies. Beyond the mere
value, this plate is not desirable. If it were mine, I should melt it
at once into the coin of the realm, since it has neither grace nor
beauty of form. It may seem very grand to eat and drink out of such
vessels, but they would be found extremely inconvenient for practical
purposes. The china of our day is altogether superior to all the gold
and silver plate that has ever been heaped on royal tables.

The fifth apartment is taken up with agates, crystals, chalcedony,
lapis lazuli, and other varieties of semi-precious stones. Some cups
of moss agates are particularly beautiful, and two goblets, composed
entirely of cut gems, have a value of ten thousand dollars each. An
equestrian statue of Charles II. of England, made from a solid piece
of cast iron, represents him in the character of St. George, and is
skilfully done. The eminent sculptor, Colin of Mechlin, has shown the
cunning of his art by two spirited combats of knights, though they are
only wooden heads; wood being the material of which the carvings are
made. The largest enamel painting known, a Magdalen by Dinglinger, is
also shown there.

The sixth apartment abounds in figures carved in ivory and wood,
many of them caricatures of men and animals, which express the
grotesqueness of the German mind. Single pearls of extraordinary
size, nearly all found in the River Elster, are cut into odd shapes,
some of them representing rustics, jesters, and elves. A pearl, large
as a hen’s egg, is intended to portray a Spanish court dwarf, and
is superbly done. Trinket as it is, it could not be purchased for
twenty-five thousand dollars. There is, besides, any number of costly
trifles, on which a vast deal of ingenuity and money must have been
expended, and which are interesting from their artistic merit.

The seventh apartment is radiant with the splendid regalia used at the
coronation of Augustus II.

Augustus is inseparably associated with the history of Saxony, and the
antecedents of Dresden. He succeeded his father, John George III.,
as Elector of Saxony, though not until after his elder brother’s
death, in 1694, and was elected to the throne of Poland, made vacant,
two years later, by the decease of John Sobieski. The Polish nobles
were unwilling to be ruled over by anybody but a Roman Catholic,
and Augustus, whose theology was of a very accommodating quality,
abandoned Protestantism for the sake of the crown.

Between his wars, his intrigues, and his parades, his sixty-three
years of life were superlatively busy. He was highly educated for his
time, and so much interested in art that he began the collection of
pictures in the Dresden Gallery, and purchased many of the valuable
curiosities now in the Green Vaults. His reign was marked by luxury
and splendor, and his court was the constant resort of artists,
alchemists, and adventurers of both sexes, on whom he lavished
countless favors. The celebrated Countess of Königsmark was one of
his many mistresses, and bore him a son, who subsequently figured so
prominently in French history as Maurice, Count de Saxe.

[Sidenote: ROMANTIC STORIES OF A KING.]

Augustus was such a prodigal that he loaded Saxony with debt, and
inspired the magnates of Poland to imitate his improvident example in
Warsaw. Elegant, accomplished, daring, and unscrupulous, he made war
on men and love to women to the end of his days. If all the accounts
be true, he was as charming as Apollo and as strong as Hercules. The
archives of Dresden attest his wonderful muscle to such a degree
that Samson would have been no match for him. One of his pastimes was
to become enamoured of some distinguished lady he had never seen; go
in search of her; throw her husband, father, or brother, just as it
happened, over high walls, and then carry her off in his arms as if
she had been a feather weight.

These tales are interesting, but there are too many of them to be
credible. I cannot tell how large the Saxon or Polish women were a
century and a half ago, but I will lay a large wager that Augustus
could not carry very far many of them I have seen recently. If he had
the taste ascribed to him, I am sure he would not make the attempt,
unless it should happen to be in the night, when darkness reduces
beauties and beldames to the same level.

[Sidenote: ROYAL PASTIMES.]

Persons going to Dresden, or indeed to any part of Saxony, will spare
themselves questions by presuming that Augustus has done nearly
everything worth doing in the entire kingdom. He is to Saxony what St.
Patrick is to the south of Ireland, King David to Scotland, or Charles
V. to Belgium.

The eighth and last apartment entirely eclipses all the others in the
richness and magnificence of its contents. One of the wonders of this
cabinet, called the Court of the Great Mogul, was made by Dinglinger,
an artist justly considered the Benvenuto Cellini of Saxony. The
Court represents the Emperor Aurengzebe on his throne, surrounded by
courtiers and soldiers,—about one hundred and forty figures,—in pure
gold enamelled, attired in costumes appropriate to the country and the
time. Each figure has its individual expression and character, as will
be perceived by close observation.

This marvellous toy, which is really a work of the highest art,
employed Dinglinger (he was the court jeweller during the early part
of the eighteenth century) for nearly ten years, and cost one hundred
thousand dollars. Another carving of a similar character portrays
different artisans with a fineness and finish which no one would
expect, considering its diminutive proportions. There are also other
specimens of his exceeding skill that fully entitle him to the fame
he has achieved.

A specimen of uncut Peruvian emeralds, bestowed by the Emperor Charles
V. on the Elector of Saxony, is one of the finest in the world, and a
mass of solid native silver from the Himmelfüst mine of Freiberg so
well illustrates its richness as to enable me to believe that in fifty
years nearly twenty-two hundred tons of silver were obtained from that
single mine.

The Saxon regalia there exhibited includes the sword of the elector,
carried by the princes at the imperial coronations; the decorations of
a miner’s uniform made for the Elector John George; a great number of
chains, collars, and orders of the Garter, Golden Fleece, and Polish
Eagle; and a curious antique portrait (a cameo of onyx) of Augustus
the Strong. A sardonyx six and a half inches long, and four and a half
broad, reputed to be the largest extant, attracts much attention from
its oval shape and beautiful regularity.

Two rings once worn by Martin Luther appeal not a little to earnest
Protestants. One of these, an enamelled seal ring, cut with a death’s
head, and the motto “_Mori sæpe cogita_” (Reflect often on death),
is sufficiently mournful in suggestion to satisfy the most dismal of
theologians. The other ring is a carnelian bearing a rose, and in its
centre a cross.

[Sidenote: A RARE COLLECTION OF JEWELS.]

Then comes a glass case of the rarest and costliest jewels, the first
division containing superb sapphires, the largest of them uncut, the
gift of Peter the Great. The second division is full of splendid
emeralds; the third of magnificent rubies (the two largest weighing
forty-eight and sixty carats); the fourth abounding in beautiful
pearls, one native set being little inferior to the Oriental; while
the fifth division is radiant with diamonds.

Such another collection does not exist anywhere in the world. If
these diamonds were sold for the sum they would very readily bring,
they would more than pay off, it is said, the entire national debt
of Saxony. The diamond decorations for the gala dress of the elector
consists of buttons, collar, sword and scabbard, all incrusted with
the largest and most valuable stones, some of them weighing fifty
carats each. The most remarkable of the stones is a green brilliant,
weighing one hundred and sixty carats, and said to be worth two
millions of dollars. There are also various orders studded with
diamonds and many single gems, yellow, rose, and green in color, as
well as pure white.

[Sidenote: DIAMONDS IN ABUNDANCE.]

Admirers of diamonds can have an ocular banquet there; for the
collection is magnificent beyond description. I have seen women
hang over them until their eyes fairly watered (I wonder if this
is the reason they are called gems of the first water), and I have
noticed men regard them with a passion for possession that savored
of wildness. As mere objects of beauty, they are deserving of all
admiration. Those priceless gems are constant miracle-workers. The
smallest ray of light that falls upon them is converted into a
glorious sheen. They make the very atmosphere brilliant, emitting from
every point a radiance which is dazzling. Hardly any conjuration of
magic can be greater. The blaze of jewels, when the sunlight touches
them, is almost overpowering. The mines of Golconda, as they were
in their palmiest days, appear to be open, and all their glorious
treasures to be flashing, scintillating, coruscating at once.

[Sidenote: PRECAUTIONS AGAINST THEFT.]

One might imagine that the diamonds and many of the other valuables of
the Green Vaults would be in danger from the admission of strangers.
The naturalness of this opinion has doubtless given rise to the story
that unseen soldiers have their muskets levelled through invisible
loopholes in the walls at the head or breast of everybody entering the
royal treasury. This is a mere romance, never having had the smallest
foundation in fact. Such precautions are not at all necessary; for
nobody could steal anything, and get away with it, even if he should
try. The costliest objects are covered with strong iron or steel
wires, not sufficient to obstruct the view, bµt enough to prevent
their seizure by any designing or dishonest person. Moreover, the
custodian, who conducts you through the cabinets, locks and bolts each
door after him, so that the thief could not easily make his escape;
and if he did succeed in getting beyond the walls, an alarm would be
immediately given, which would almost necessarily insure his capture.

The value of the entire collection at Dresden it is almost impossible
to give. I have heard it estimated at from twenty millions to
twenty-five millions of dollars, and even as high as fifty millions.
Most of the works of art, as well as the jewels, are actually beyond
price; for they could not be replaced. They could not be purchased
any more than the Raffaelles, Correggios, and Titians, in the famous
Picture Gallery in the same city.

It is said that numerous efforts have been made during the past
hundred years to rob the Green Vaults.

One of these was by two Poles, who had had a wide experience in
forgery, burglary, and crimes of all sorts, in the early part of the
present century. They had at first designed to secure a number of
confederates, but afterwards abandoned the idea, fearing that their
secret would be unsafe when so many persons shared it. After revolving
various plans in their mind, they concluded to depend upon themselves
alone, and accordingly entered the vaults, pretending to be Protestant
clergymen from Geneva, in company with a large party of visitors,
composed mostly of Englishmen and Americans. When they had reached the
last cabinet, and while one of them was making particular inquiries of
the custodian, and attracting the attention of the party by his large
fund of information (he spoke English with remarkable facility), his
companion contrived to hide himself in something closely resembling
a bale, the material for which he had concealed upon his person. A
quarter of an hour after, one of the supposed-to-be clergymen was
missed, and his disappearance was explained by the positive statement
of his confederate that he had returned to his hotel while they
were in the third apartment, having an engagement that demanded his
presence. A number of the visitors thought they had seen him a
few minutes before; but the disguised Pole was so positive in his
declaration, that they naturally fancied themselves mistaken.

[Sidenote: CAUGHT IN THE VAULTS.]

The party at last went out, and late that night the concealed villain,
who was prepared with matches and a dark lantern, crept out of his
spurious bale, and, with instruments provided beforehand, got into the
cases, cut the wires, and secured many of the most precious diamonds.
He then attempted to get out of the vaults, but, to his astonishment
and consternation, they were too strong for him. The partner of his
guilt was at his appointed post on the outside, and waited in vain
until daylight for the robber who was to come forth at a stated hour
with his treasures. The other Pole had secured his great wealth; but,
by a strange shortsightedness not uncommon to villains of his class,
he had not calculated closely enough upon the means of getting away
with it. Finding that the vaults were his prison, he tried to put
the jewels back in such a shape that their displacement would not be
noticed, and then crept once more into his bale. The custodian entered
with a number of sight-seers about noon the day following. His quick
eye discovered at once that the diamonds had been tampered with, and
this fact, taken in connection with the mysterious disappearance of
the previous day, confirmed him in the belief that a robbery had been
attempted, and that the robber must be hidden in that particular
apartment. Consequently he ordered a guard, and a thorough search
having been made, the thief was soon exposed. The scoundrel, knowing
it would be useless to deny his design, made a full confession
in respect to himself, and was tried and sentenced to prison for
twenty-five years, equivalent to life, for he was at the time of his
capture more than fifty-five. After serving ten years of his sentence,
he made his escape by bribing, as it was supposed, some of the
officials, and not long after was killed in Palermo while attempting
to break into the house of an English resident of the Sicilian city.

About 1798 some twenty Viennese rogues went to Dresden for the express
purpose of robbing the Green Vaults of their most valuable jewels.
Their plan was to undermine the treasury, enter it by night, and make
their egress by the same channel. Their scheme was bold, and might
have prospered, beset as it was with obstacles. Any and all result was
frustrated, however, by the betrayal of the gang by one of its number,
tempted by the hope of a liberal reward for his treachery. He was, it
is asserted, handsomely paid, and the information which he furnished
caused the arrest of three of the conspirators; the rest leaving the
city suddenly, and placing themselves beyond the reach of the law. Two
of the miscreants were sent to prison, and the third, who was a native
Greek, and reported to have been for some years a brigand, cheated
justice by poisoning himself in his cell.

[Sidenote: MAN ENCLOSED IN A WALL.]

About fifty years ago, as the story is told in Dresden, certain
changes were made in the Green Vaults, involving the laying of a
new interior wall of brick. This intended addition having become
generally known, an enterprising rogue in the city conceived a plan
of robbing the treasury by concealing himself in a part of the wall
then unfinished; designing to get out at night, after the workmen had
gone away, and carry off whatever was lightest and of most value. He
did succeed in concealing himself, as he had wished; but unfortunately
for him, the masons worked more rapidly than he had supposed they
would, and enclosed him completely. Whether he knew at the time what
would happen, and was afraid of revealing his presence, or whether
he was totally ignorant of the peril of his situation, will forever
remain unknown. As may be imagined, the thief, being, like other
mortals, unable to live without air, soon succumbed to his peculiar
surroundings, though his fate was a secret for years after.

New improvements, then making, caused the removal of the brick wall,
and within it the perfect skeleton of a man was discovered. Great and
exciting was the mystery at first; but diligent inquiry, and vivid
recalling of the date when the work was done, solved the enigma by
establishing a connection between the finding of the skeleton and
the disappearance of a certain notorious criminal. The skeleton of
the thief was put together, and for some time occupied a conspicuous
position in the vaults, as a warning to all inclined to follow his
example. But it served as an example instead, as was shown by the
fact that several attempts at robbery were made there within six
months after the grim exposure. The skeleton was then removed from
the vaults, and as is popularly supposed, has been transferred in a
multiplied form to the private closets of the Dresdeners.

Not a great while ago, a story was started to the effect that the
principal diamonds in the Green Vaults had been stolen by some of the
officials of the court, and replaced with counterfeit stones. This
report obtained wide currency, and was generally believed among the
common people. It may be inferred that there was no basis whatever for
the tale, as any one who is a judge of jewels may easily determine
for himself. If it were possible to make such excellent counterfeits
of diamonds as are those now at Dresden, genuine gems would certainly
lose much of their value, since there would be no method of
distinguishing between the real and spurious.

The contents of the Green Vaults have for generations been a source of
anxiety to the Saxon princes. Again and again, during the troublous
times in Germany, they have been compelled to carry their treasures
to the mountains in the region along the Elbe, known as the Saxon
Switzerland, and to keep them there for security until the peril of
plunder had passed. This sudden transportation of the royal valuables
was very frequent during the Seven Years’ War, and it is reported that
many of them were lost in the haste and excitement attending their
removal.

[Sidenote: THE GREEN VAULTS A TEMPTATION.]

The Green Vaults offer a constant temptation to the rogues of the
old world, and it would not be at all surprising if some man or men,
possessed of a rare genius for pilfering, should yet accomplish
what has so frequently failed. Robbery and burglary are so much a
profession nowadays, and so much real talent is employed in their
behalf, that those who have been graduated in the calling will be
inconsiderate of their own interest if they do not some time perfect
a scheme which will result in plundering the greatest and richest
treasury on the globe.

[Sidenote: CHANCE FOR A BURGLAR.]

A rich reward awaits any one who will enter the Green Vaults of
Dresden and carry away their treasures, or so much of them as could
be easily carried by one man. Possibly an American or English burglar
will yet be found who can succeed in this daring enterprise.




XXI.

THE CATACOMBS OF PARIS.

     THE FAIR CAPITAL UNDERMINED.—HISTORY OF THE VAST GRAVEYARD.—SIX
     MILLIONS OF SKELETONS.—A JOURNEY THROUGH THE CITY OF THE
     DEAD.—HORRIBLE SENSATIONS OF BEING LOST THERE.—GHASTLY DISPLAY OF
     SKULLS AND BONES.—TRAGIC AND COMIC INCIDENTS.—TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE
     IN THE MIGHTY CHARNEL-HOUSE.—SCENES NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN.


Few persons think, while strolling through the fashionable streets
of Paris, and seeking pleasure in its charming precincts, that they
are wandering over a vast graveyard, and that only a thin crust of
earth separates them from the burial-place of six millions of human
beings. Down there lie the remains of a third as many people as the
entire French capital contains. A large part of the beautiful city is
undermined by vaults, and these vaults, which are the famous Catacombs
of Paris, contain the dead of centuries.

The Catacombs of Paris are not used, like the Catacombs of ancient
Thebes, Rome, and Naples, as places of original sepulture; for they
were once quarries from which the stone employed in building the
city was taken. The quarries were beneath the southern part of the
town, directly below the Observatory, the Luxembourg, the Odéon, the
Pantheon, and many of the well-known streets, such as St. Jacques,
La Harpe, Tournou, Vaugirard, and others. Their extent is estimated
to be about three millions of square yards; and long before they
were cemeteries, they served as refuge and shelter for thieves,
incendiaries, assassins, and all the desperate criminals who for
many centuries abounded in the city. It is only a little more than a
hundred years since Paris has been orderly, or in any sense secure.
During the middle ages, and down to the latter half of the past
century, property and life were extremely unsafe. Ruffians stalked
abroad by day as well as by night, and bade defiance to law and its
guardians. In those times the quarries shielded many of the greatest
villains in the capital. After committing robbery, arson, or murder,
they fled into those excavations, and the men whose duty it was to
arrest them were afraid to follow where they would certainly have
been massacred. Many are the stories told of policemen and soldiers
meeting their death in the subterranean vaults at the hands of the
malefactors they were pursuing. These were so familiar with all the
recesses and windings of the quarries that they could not only escape,
but they could lie in ambush, and fall upon the officers of the law
with terrible vengeance. So numerous were the murders committed in
the quarries by ruffians of the olden time, that finally none of the
king’s minions could be found bold enough to venture into those abodes
of mystery, darkness, and crime.

[Sidenote: RESORTS OF THIEVES.]

In 1784 some part of the quarries was broken through from above, and
as there was imminent danger of the houses in the streets falling into
ruin from similar accidents, a number of the most skilful engineers
were ordered by the government to descend into the quarries, make a
careful investigation, and render them in future altogether secure.
While so engaged, M. Lenoir, lieutenant general of the police,
conceived the idea of removing to the vaults the remains that had been
buried in the cemetery of the Innocents, then standing on the present
site of the Halles Centrales, the principal market of the city.
Other graveyards within the municipal limits needed to be emptied,
and it was determined that the contents of these graves should also
be transferred to the subterranean region; so, on the 7th of April,
1786, a formal consecration of the Catacombs as a place of burial took
place with imposing religious rites and ceremonies. The human bones
were borne from the graves at night in funeral cars, accompanied by
priests decked in their sacerdotal robes, carrying torches, swinging
censers, and chanting the Roman Catholic service for the dead, and on
arriving at the depository were hurled down a shaft in magnificently
miscellaneous confusion. Such a democratic mixture, osseously
speaking, of saints and sinners, princes and peasants, reformers and
robbers, bishops and beggars, poets and pickpockets, grand ladies
and grisettes, coquettes and cocottes, was never before made on the
banks of the Seine. This superb disorder remains to the present day,
so far as rank and caste are concerned. The skull of a pious prelate
rests upon the ribs of a desperate cutthroat, and the thigh-bone of a
once renowned beauty of the Faubourg St. Germain touches the grinning
teeth of a vulgar conscript shot for desertion. The skeleton arms of a
dainty poet are interlocked with those of a hideous hag who poisoned
her father and mother in the Rue de la Croix Rouge.

[Sidenote: A BONY CONFUSION.]

If the opinion be well founded, that on the day of judgment the
dead will arise in their proper persons, the unfortunates buried in
the Catacombs of Paris will find it an extremely arduous task to
collect themselves together. One might imagine, in such a universal
resumption of long-cast-off and worn-out fleshly garments, that some
nondescript individual might appear on the awful scene with the head
of a marquis on the trunk of a rag-picker, borne along by the legs
of a ballet dancer, and a <DW36> gesticulating to the angelic host
with the right arm of a cardinal and the left arm of a lorette. It
has long been a theological problem whether, on that solemn occasion,
the dead will recognize each other; but it will be a matter of even
more serious moment to them whether many of the Parisians will be
able, so strangely will they be made up, to recognize themselves. That
there will be a rattling among the dry bones no one who has entered
the Catacombs can doubt, and that much of the rattling will arise
from Monsieur Bonjour’s effort to make a complete conjunction with
his remains, and from Madame Beaujoli’s endeavor to hunt herself up,
must be plain to everybody. Some of these anticipated troubles may
be partially obviated, however, by the fact that the bones from one
cemetery have been kept apart from the bones of another; and as this
predicted resurrection is not likely to occur for some time, we need
not concern ourselves in regard to the hypothetical awkwardness and
inconveniences of so distant a future.

[Sidenote: ENTERING THE CATACOMBS.]

Until within a few years, admission to the Catacombs could be
readily obtained; but their insecurity, resulting in a number of
accidents, has recently prevented the authorities from opening these
gloomy recesses to the public more than once annually,—usually
about the first of October,—when a few persons are permitted, after
obtaining tickets from the inspector general, to accompany him in his
subterranean tour. The first time I visited Paris I was extremely
anxious to wander through the Catacombs; but finding many obstacles in
my way, and being much occupied otherwise, I quitted the city without
gratifying my curiosity. I returned, however, ere long, and was so
diligent in prosecuting my purpose that one pleasant autumn morning,
in company with a dozen strangers, I descended from the garden of
the city custom-house at the Barrière d’Enfer to explore the stony
chambers of the dead.

We had provided ourselves with wax tapers, which we lighted, each
of us carrying one, before we went down a circular flight of some
one hundred steps leading to the dismal galleries running in every
direction, and containing the ghastly remains of millions of our
fellow-creatures, once as merry and ambitious, as fond and foolish,
as hopeful and as vain, as any of us are to-day. At the bottom of the
staircase a guide placed himself at our head, and, observing that our
tapers were all in good order, took the lead, after exhorting us to
keep together, and on no account, if we valued our lives, to attempt
to explore any other than the main avenues through which we were to
pass.

The Catacombs hold the victims of the different revolutions so
frequent in Paris; and now, moreover, the common graves (_les fosses
communes_) in the three principal cemeteries of Montmartre, Mont
Parnasse and Père la Chaise, are emptied every five years, and the
plebeian relics consigned to the Catacombs, to make room for more
bodies in those populous burying-grounds. Thus are the great vaults
steadily and rapidly increasing their lifeless hosts, and adding to
the horrors of a region necessarily horrible from the first.

[Sidenote: THE FIRST OF THE PASSAGES.]

[Sidenote: YAWNING PITS AND CAVERNS.]

Several hundred yards from the base of the steps which we had
descended is an octagonal vestibule, and over it an inscription in
Latin to this effect: “Beyond these boundaries repose those who await
a blessed immortality.” We passed through a door leading into a long
gallery lined with bones from the floor to the roof; the arm, leg, and
thigh-bones being closely and regularly piled together in front, their
uniformity relieved by three rows of skulls at equal distances, while
behind these the smaller bones are thrown, regardless of arrangement
of any kind. The gallery conducts to several apartments resembling
chapels, called Tombs of the Revolutions, and Tombs of the Victims,
because they hold the relics of those who had perished in popular
insurrections against existing authority. I had noticed, before
reaching the vestibule, and what may be considered the Catacombs
proper, that the passage was very narrow,—only two persons being able
to walk abreast therein,—and little more than six feet in height. This
passage soon made a sharp turn, and at the corner the names of the
streets directly above were cut into the stone, and two black arrows
painted upon it, one pointing to the entrance of the vaults, and the
other to the great charnel-house we were about to explore. We were in
chambers of hewn-out rock. Rock was above us, below us, and on every
side. The walls were very damp, the water in many places dripping
through what might be termed the ceiling, in which were so many cracks
and crevices that it seemed as if the walls might tumble and bury
us at any moment. Two or three of my companions grew very nervous
as they perceived about them such alarming signs of insecurity, and
expressed the wish that they had not undertaken what they declared
to be a foolhardy enterprise. As I walked along, I saw at different
turnings of the passage what appeared to be deep, yawning pits; and
feeling a curiosity to examine them, I stopped and stretched my taper
over the side. Appearances were not deceitful. The deep pits were
really there—dark, awful, and impenetrable. I could not help thinking
how easy it would be for any one who should get lost and become
bewildered, to stumble into one of those fearful holes and dash his
brains out. Even such a dreary death would be infinitely preferable to
the long agony of confinement in, without any hope of release from,
such a place of horrors. While I was speculating on the possibility
of the situation, the little procession got quite beyond me, and I
was aroused from my gloomy reverie by the echoing voice of the guide
urging the members of our party to keep close together. I hurried
forward just in time to see the door of the vestibule open, and to go
in with the rest.

The Catacombs are laid out very much like the old quarters of Paris,
the different avenues being named after the streets above them, and
the principal buildings overhead being indicated on the walls. It
seemed very strange that certain famous structures, with which I am
very familiar, should be only eighty or a hundred feet from where we
were walking, as those sepulchral caverns appeared hundreds of miles
away from the bright and beautiful city we had quitted half an hour
before. Nothing can be more dismal and depressing than the Catacombs,
with their miles and miles of human bones and skulls confronting you
wherever you turn, and seeming to dance and grin as the light and the
shadow of the passing tapers fall upon them.

How easily we are cheated by the imagination! I could almost have
sworn, as I hurried by, that I saw some of the thigh-bones move to
and fro, and the jaws of the skulls open and shut, and extend, in
ghastly grimace, a repulsive welcome from the dead to the living, who
would soon be no more than those hideous remains. There is a certain
fascination, however, I must confess, in the sombre, subterranean
city. The parade and panoply of grim mortality held me like a spell,
and again and again I found myself far in the rear of the solemn
excursionists. I liked to fall behind and watch the thick shadows
which gave way before and closed in behind them, and listen to the
hollow and dreary echoes of their voices murmuring through the mighty
vaults. I fancied the babbling company to be a crew of resurgent
spirits, whose duty it was to visit the cemeteries of the globe, and
awake the dead to judgment. They had a certain weird semblance as they
flitted on in the dim distance, and their tones came back to me as
if they had fallen from tongues long silent in the grave. The fancy
pleased me, and I indulged it, and the kindred fancy that the heaps of
bones were animated, until, sometimes, so strong were the suggestions
of the place, I really confounded the living with the dead.

Once, in going by an avenue running to the right, I yielded to a
temptation to step into it, to look at an extraordinary heap of bones.
This did not occupy more than thirty seconds,—at least, it did not
appear longer,—and yet, when I stepped back into the broader passage
(the main avenues in the Catacombs are much wider than those I have
mentioned outside the vestibule), I found, to my utter consternation
and horror, that my companions had left me; I could not see the light
of their tapers, nor could I hear the least echo of their steps or
voices.

[Sidenote: LOST IN THE CATACOMBS.]

[Sidenote: FEELINGS OF HORROR.]

Lost in the Catacombs! How often I had imagined it! and now, indeed,
it had become a terrible reality. Horror almost paralyzed me for
the moment. I seemed to be all nerve and brain, and these thrilled
and throbbed so wildly that I was forced to lean against the rock
for support. I thought I should go mad, for there was something in
the very idea of being shut up in that awful cavern, in the awful
silence and awful darkness, doomed to perish by inches, every hour
expanding to an age, which rendered any other means of death blissful
by contrast. My head swam, and I believed I was about to swoon, when,
feeling that to do so was to be destroyed, I roused my will and almost
involuntarily sprang forward. My movement was so sudden that my taper
was extinguished, and an inky blackness fell upon me like a pall. The
horror of my situation was a hundred-fold increased. If I could have
lighted my little candle again, I should have been almost happy;
and yet, a few seconds before, I had regarded myself as the most
miserable of mortals. My brain seemed to be absolutely bursting, and
my heart forcing itself into my throat. I was conscious of a sense of
suffocation, and I was not sure that the rocky walls were not pressing
together to crush me. I remember having an anxious longing that they
might do so, and end the agony I was enduring. I frankly admit I had
never known before what human suffering can be. I had not supposed
myself capable of such mental anguish; it was ten thousand times
more, and worse, than death—an indefinable and overwhelming dread
of something which might not be named, but that could be pictured
with miraculous power. I had confronted death often, in sickness, in
catastrophe, in battle, on land and water, by falling, and by fire,
and the so-called King of Terrors had not shown himself half so
terrible as I had anticipated. But then and there, in those silent
and rayless Catacombs, I was unnerved, overpowered, and horrified,
by a crushing dread of the unknown. Every moment was a month. Every
feeling was a minister of horror. Exactly what I did I shall never
know, though I seem to have a misty recollection that I strove to
kill myself by dashing my head against the rocks. For some time I was
incapable of determining my conduct; and then, with all my exquisite
sense of mental pain, I was aware of hurrying rapidly through the
thick darkness.

How long this continued I know not; but of a sudden I saw beyond me a
flash of light like the aurora in the far northern sky. Was I really
mad? Was I dreaming? Was I dead, and waking from the sleep of death? I
rubbed my eyes, I pinched myself, I tried to scream, but I could not
make a sound. Burning as my throat was, and all on fire as I seemed
from head to foot, my voice froze as I sought to give it utterance.

Still, I was not deceived. There _was_ a light before me, and as I
dashed on involuntarily, I saw that it proceeded from the tapers of my
companions, whom I had nearly overtaken. The reaction of my feelings
almost prostrated me. My heart beat like a tilt hammer, my breath was
well nigh spent, my pulses leaped with fever, and yet I felt that my
face must be blanched, and I should not have been surprised if my hair
had turned gray.

In a few seconds I had joined my party and relighted my taper. Nobody
knew through what a crisis I had passed, nor did I say anything about
it except to remark, casually, that I had extinguished my candle by
letting it fall. From inquiries I learned that from the moment I had
missed my companions until I had rejoined them, not more than two
minutes had elapsed; and still, by the measure of my mind, I had lived
through months of pain.

If I had not already known it, I should have been convinced then that
time can be reckoned only by feeling; that no clock can keep the
record of the heart; and that the soul strikes hours every moment of
its existence.

[Sidenote: ADVICE TO EXPLORERS.]

I would advise those who may feel inclined to go through the Catacombs
to take a box of wax matches in their pocket, and a little luncheon
besides, so that if their taper be blown out, or they be lost, they
may at least be relieved from the terror of absolute darkness and
immediate starvation. When persons are missed down there, a search is
immediately made for them, and nobody would feel half so uncomfortable
while he had light and food as he would in the midst of gloom, and
haunted by the necessity of dining on himself.

The moist and grave-like odor which fills the Catacombs, added to the
images of death on every side, intensifies their sepulchral aspect,
and makes those wandering in the ghastly haunts seem to themselves
only half alive. The faces of those with me did not appear any
more natural than their voices, and all of us had a certain taint
of the tomb. Even the tapers flickered and sank in the unwholesome
atmosphere, as though even fire, which rages in the centre of the
earth, could not support itself in that dusky Golgotha.

In some places the skulls have been arranged in the form of crosses
and set into the wall—probably by the priests of Paris, who, like
all their tribe, delight in symbols and devices coupling death and
religion; forgetting that the creed they preach declares there is no
death, that true religion leads to eternal life. Monks of all ages—and
there are many monks who have never taken orders—have been little more
than sacerdotal sextons, revelling in disease and decay, lamentation
and funerals, as if Nature had set their spirits to the music of
bereavement and woe.

Bones, bones, bones! Skulls, skulls, skulls! I can well believe six
millions of mortal remains have been deposited in the Catacombs, which
look as if they might have been the graveyard of the globe since
the dawn of creation. They furnish the most extensive bone-yard I
have ever visited. They do not contain nearly so many dead, in all
probability, as the Catacombs of Rome; but on the Seine the dead are
exhibited to much more advantage than on the Tiber. The French make
the most of everything, and their osseous arrangement and display are
not equalled anywhere.

[Sidenote: FONDNESS FOR SOUVENIRS.]

Americans have often been laughed at for their fondness for relics,
and very deservedly too; for they seek mementos in all places, and
under every variety of circumstances. I should never have suspected
any of my countrymen of a disposition to deprive the Catacombs of
any of their horrors; and yet several of them actually carried
off shin and thigh bones in order to recall the pleasure they had
experienced in Paris. One fellow—I think he was a medical student
from Boston—tried to secure a whole skull; but as he could not very
conveniently get it into his pocket, he was reluctantly forced to
leave it behind. Possibly he was an admirer of the first Napoleon,
and anxious to obtain a souvenir of Bonaparte. I presume I have met
men who, if they were given time and opportunity, would despoil that
horrid vault of a very large proportion of its revolting treasures.

During our ramble we encountered a well of pure water enclosed by
a wall. In it are a number of gold-fish that manage to live by
some mysterious means, though the guide informed us that they did
not spawn. The well comes from a spring which some of the workmen
discovered while making repairs many years ago, and gave it the name
of the Spring of Forgetfulness, afterwards changed to the Fountain of
the Good Samaritan. The water is declared to be sweet; but I should
need to be extremely thirsty before drinking what would seem infected
with death.

[Sidenote: MAXIMS FOR VISITORS.]

The Roman church, always on the alert to point morals and preach
sermons, has filled the Catacombs at convenient intervals with
inscriptions designed to be impressive. Some of these are,—

“Happy is he whose hour of death is ever before his eyes!”

“Be not proud or boastful, O mortal; for this is the end of the
loftiest ambition and the highest glory!”

“Death recognizes not rank—in his eyes the prince and the peasant are
the same!”

“Come, all ye busy worldlings into this silent retreat, and listen to
the solemn voice that rises from the tomb!”

“Remember, O man, the mercies of thy God, and remember He will call
thee when thou least expectest to hear His voice!”

“The grave is dark; but the paths that lead from it are, to the
righteous, strewn with eternal flowers!”

“Mock not the lowly, for in the courts of Heaven the lowly may stand
before thee, shorn of thy worldly pride!”

No doubt there is a great deal of truth in these maxims; but in spite
of them, and many more like them, death has never been rendered
very attractive to persons enjoying good health and a fair degree
of prosperity. Death bears about the same relation to life that
the Catacombs do to Paris; and I have never yet known any man or
woman who would willingly quit the gay Boulevards or the delightful
Champs Elysées to walk in the bone-lined and noisome vaults of the
subterranean city.

We passed only through the main avenues of the Catacombs,—there is
very little variety in them,—and after spending nearly three hours
underground, having supped full of material horrors, we reached
another staircase, and once more ascended to the light of day, and the
blessed sunshine. I had no idea where we were, and I was somewhat
surprised to find that we came out nearly a mile and a half from where
we had gone down. The charming capital never, I think, appeared quite
so charming as it did on that delicious afternoon when I returned from
death and decay to the living and the loving, to the comforts and the
joys, of the upper world.

[Sidenote: AN ENGLISHMAN’S OPINIONS.]

While we were in that vast subterranean graveyard, I was struck by
the different effect it produced upon different persons in our party.
An Englishman, who was extremely anxious to “do the thing, you know,”
was superlatively disgusted after he had passed the vestibule, and
declared the Catacombs the “beastliest place” he had ever seen. He
grumbled like Vesuvius before eruption, and swore that the French
authorities ought to be exposed for permitting the subjects of Her
Majesty to thrust themselves into such a “bloody” hole. He even
suggested that it was a French trick to get rid of certain true and
noble Britons, and, of course, threatened to write to the Times on the
subject. He was constantly predicting that the rock overhead would
tumble down and bury us all, and really seemed uncomfortable because
something horrible did not happen. After he had gone half way through,
he wanted to go back, and when he had reached the end of the route,
he was much dissatisfied that we hadn’t done a great deal more. He
fretted and fumed every minute of the three hours, and did his best to
render every one as nervous and discontented as himself.

Several Americans ran all sorts of saws on the Englishman, and
prophesied some terrible calamity at every step, saying they never
would have thought of coming into the gloomy region unless they had
expected that a fair proportion of the excursionists would be killed.
Two of my countrymen insisted that they had made their wills before
they had left their hotel, and a third averred that he had a vial of
prussic acid and a revolver in his pocket for the express purpose of
committing suicide, if he should be lost in the cavernous windings.
He asked the Briton if he had not taken the same precaution, and
pronounced him superlatively reckless because he had not, explaining
the advantage of self-destruction over a lingering and horrible death.
John Bull, remarkable to relate, had not the slightest suspicion that
the “Yankees” were poking fun at him. On the contrary, he regarded
all their jests as solemnly sincere, and asserted that it was exactly
like our nation never to enjoy anything that was not accompanied by a
bloody murder of some sort.

A young Italian, who was quite good-looking, and far more conscious
of the fact than anybody else, endured martyrdom in the Catacombs
from quite another cause. He was very carefully and daintily dressed,
and appeared to consider dust or soil upon his clothes as a sovereign
evil. He was the dandiest of dandies, and the most fastidious of
fools. He looked rather blank, as I had noticed, when we first began
the descent of the circular staircase in the Custom House garden. He
was in advance, and before we had gone down a dozen steps, I observed
a number of large drops falling from the blazing tapers above him upon
his new hat and coat. Some kind friend pointed these out to him, and
he actually turned pale with wrath and chagrin.

[Sidenote: INCONVENIENCES OF A VISIT.]

“Who could have done this? Such conduct is disgraceful! I did not
come here to have my clothes ruined. I wish the Catacombs were in
the bottomless pit.” These and other phrases he ejaculated in choice
Tuscan, which very few understood, but which those who did understand
enjoyed not a little. After the marring of his wardrobe, there could
be no pleasure for him. If he had been shown all the wonders of
the world, he could not have forgotten his tarnished garments. His
misfortunes followed him. The water dropped through the crevices upon
his august person, and as he was unusually tall, he crushed his hat
every few minutes against the overhanging rock, which struck oaths
out of him as steel strikes fire out of flint. I fancied sometimes
that he envied the skeletons he passed, because they had no clothes to
spoil. Long before he had finished his underground journey, his beauty
of person and raiment was sadly injured, and I am confident that he
will remember the Catacombs, and curse them for the harm they did his
garments, till the end of his days.

[Sidenote: INQUISITIVENESS OF AN AMERICAN.]

A native of Maine entertained us by inquiring constantly of the guide,
who could not speak a word of English, while the New Englander had
not the least knowledge of French, in regard to the probable cost of
the Catacombs, and whether they paid as an investment. He was very
desirous to know, also, whose skull this one might be, and whose that,
evidently under the impression that all the monarchs and historic
characters of France were buried there. Our guide, too polite not
to pretend to comprehend the inquisitive fellow, gabbled away in
bewildering generalities. The Maine man asseverated again and again,
that he would give five dollars to know what the Frenchman said; and
therefore I assumed to tell him. I informed him, though the Catacombs
had cost five hundred millions of dollars, that they paid a larger
interest than any property in the country; that they were owned by the
Rothschilds, who received one hundred dollars from the government for
every skull put into the vaults; and that, as there were six millions
of them, he could calculate the profits. “By thunder!” he replied; “no
wonder those old Jews are so rich. I never knew before how they made
all their money. I wonder if a chap couldn’t buy a little Catacomb
stock.”

That mighty charnel-house is not without its tragic history. A number
of persons have been lost there in spite of all the precautions
against accidents; but these have been very rare of late, because so
few persons could obtain admission.

A few years ago, a newly-married couple arrived in Paris from the
provinces, having gone to the city on their bridal tour. It was their
first visit to the capital, and they were naturally desirous to see
its lions. The bride had heard a great deal of the Catacombs, and
would not be satisfied without exploring them, albeit her husband
endeavored to dissuade her from such a dismal enterprise. She was
bent on going, and so they went together. He kept close to her side,
constantly fearing she might be lost. He admitted that he had a
presentiment respecting her, and sure enough it was realized.

[Sidenote: AN UNHAPPY HONEYMOON.]

They had been in the Catacombs something more than an hour, when,
having stopped to examine a curious skull, he called for her to look
at it, and discovered, to his horror, that she was missing. There
were nearly two hundred in the party, and nobody had observed when
or where she had disappeared. They all retraced their steps, entered
the adjoining passages, and shouted themselves hoarse to attract her
attention; but all in vain. Not the least vestige of her could be
discovered. The bridegroom was beside himself with grief, declaring
that he knew she would never be found, and calling upon the rocks to
fall, and relieve him of his misery. It became necessary to drag him
from the sepulchral vault, and when this was done, he proved to be a
raving maniac. He was sent to an asylum, where such was the violence
of his paroxysms night and day, that he died of exhaustion in less
than a fortnight. Diligent search was made for the missing bride,
though to no purpose. Not the slightest clew was obtained to her
fate, and it was finally conjectured that she must have wandered into
some tortuous avenue, and fallen into one of the pits which I have
described. Such was the melancholy ending of a honeymoon before it had
fairly begun.

Another couple, who had been married a number of years, and who had
long lived so inharmoniously that they had gone apart several times,
entered the Catacombs in the spring of 1853. The wife was missing when
the party came out,—it is always the custom to count the number at the
beginning and end of the journey, so as to see that none are lost,—and
the husband asserted that he had seen her only a few seconds before.
Still, she could not be found on that day or the next; but about a
fortnight after, a body answering to her description was discovered in
one of the narrow passages into which excursionists are never taken.
She had evidently been dead some time, and a deep wound on her temple
indicated that she might have perished from violence. Her husband was
not free from suspicion of having murdered her; but as she might have
been so injured by a fall, he was never openly accused of the crime.
The story was generally circulated, and the anti-matrimonial jesters
of the capital insinuated that more than a thousand unhappy husbands
immediately applied for permission to make the subterranean tour
with their wives, in the hope that they might be as fortunate as the
ungrieving widower.

[Sidenote: IMPRISONED FOR THREE HOURS.]

Walking one day on the Boulevards, my companion pointed out to me a
well-dressed man, who had a certain prematurely old look, and whose
hair was perfectly white. I was told he was only thirty-five, and
that, five years before, he had gone into the Catacombs with a young
lady to whom he was engaged, and had hidden himself away from the
sepulchral pilgrims for a few minutes, that he might learn how his
supposed loss would affect his betrothed. He hid himself so very
effectually, that three hours elapsed before he could be found.
He had in that time entirely surrendered all hope of release, and
the physical changes of years had fallen upon him. He has often
described his sensations during those hours, and has represented
them as the most terrible he could conceive of. (I can imagine, yes,
even understand, what they must have been by my own experience.)
The revolution in his mental was as great as the revolution in his
physical nature; and after his distressing sensations, all his
freshness and buoyancy of feeling departed. With a strange morbidity,
he associated the young lady on whom he had wished to try the
sentimental experiment with the agony he had endured, and though she
was as wretched as any woman ought to be when he was missed, he broke
off his engagement, and refused to see her again after that eventful
day. The gentleman may be living still; for, in spite of appearances,
he had an excellent constitution and vigorous health. He was in good
circumstances, and went to dine regularly at the _Café Anglais_,
where he had told his story so often, that he had received the name
of “Catacombes” Beaudinet. Nothing remarkable except that had ever
happened to him, and as he was a Frenchman, and fond of prattle, his
one adventure filled him, and rendered him a bore of the first water.

[Sidenote: A MANIA FOR SUICIDE.]

As is well known, the French not only have a passion for suicide,
but a passion for committing it at certain places, and in certain
ways, that seems to be contagious. Forty years ago, a young
journalist, while exploring the Catacombs in company with many of his
acquaintances, naturally fell to talking on the subject of death, and
expressed his opinion that there was nothing awful in it, or even
unwelcome. Some of his friends rallied him on this position, and
told him he would think very differently if he were conscious that
death was near at hand. He stoutly denied that it would change his
sentiments in the least, and when nobody appeared to believe him, he
suddenly drew a small knife from his pocket, and before any one was
aware of his intention, he thrust it into his heart. His suicide, in
such a place too, filled his friends with horror, and the press, as he
had been a member of the guild, gave detailed accounts of the tragedy,
accompanied by strange theories and analyses of the causes that must
have led to it. For several weeks, the Paris journals were full of
communications on the subject; and they so aroused public attention
and curiosity, that in less than six months nearly twenty men stabbed
themselves to death in the Catacombs—all of them unquestionably the
effect of example.

The Catacombs are the reverse side of the fair picture of Paris. Never
since my journey through them have I been able to forget that they
lie black and yawning under some of the most beautiful quarters of
the capital. When the sunshine is brightest along the Seine, I think
of the darkness below. When the city smiles fairest, I recall the
millions of grinning skeletons underneath. When the music from the
gardens, and the concerts, and the operas sounds sweetest, I fancy
mingling among the strains a mournful dirge for the departed and
forgotten, so confusedly heaped together in the awful dreariness of
the Catacombs.




XXII.

PETROLEUM.

     OIL SPRINGS.—THE FIRE FIELD OF THE CASPIAN.—THE FIRE
     WORSHIPPERS.—THE RANGOON DISTRICT.—FIRE WELLS OF THE
     EAST.—PETROLEUM IN AMERICA.—ITS DISCOVERY AND HISTORY.—OIL
     FEVER.—ANECDOTES OF SPECULATION.—FORTUNES WON AND
     LOST.—EXTRAVAGANCES OF THE NOUVEAU RICHE.—THE STORY OF JOHN.—HOW
     TO GET UP A PARTY.


In various parts of the world there are springs, or natural sources,
of inflammable oil. Some of these have been known for thousands
of years, but most of them are of recent discovery. The oil which
flows from these springs is generally known as “petroleum,” the word
being of Latin origin, and signifying rock oil. The most productive
oil springs are of artificial origin, and are made by boring into
the earth, or rock, in certain localities. The most famous natural
deposit of this substance, or anything akin to it, on the surface of
the earth, is in the Island of Trinidad, in the West Indies, where it
forms a lake of asphaltum and petroleum, which is called Tar Lake.
This material is a very good substitute for pitch, and is extensively
used for coating vessels, and preserving their timber.

A gentleman who has visited this lake says that it is about a mile
from the sea-shore, and the distance around it is about a mile and
a half. Near the shore the tar is solid, and appears as if it had
cooled, when the liquid was boiling, in large bubbles. As one goes
from the shore to the middle of the lake, the temperature increases,
the matter becomes softer, and in the centre it boils steadily. At a
distance, when first seen, it resembles a lake of water; but when one
approaches it, it appears like glass. A strong odor of sulphur arises
from it, and can be detected at a distance of eight or ten miles.
There is a bed of coal under the lake. It is of bituminous character,
and makes a thick smoke when burning.

[Sidenote: THE SACRED FIRE WELLS.]

The largest supplies of petroleum are obtained in America. Throughout
Europe and Asia there are many petroleum wells. One of the most
celebrated localities where they are found is the eastern shore of
the Caspian Sea. At Baku, on the shores of the Caspian, there are
many springs of naphtha and petroleum, and a great many streams of
inflammable gases. The abundance of these wells caused the region to
be called The Field of Fire; and in the ancient times Baku was known
as the Sacred City of the Fire Worshippers. The annual value of this
production is about half a million of dollars. About fifteen miles
from Baku there is a jet of inflammable gas rising from the rock, and
known as the Perpetual Fire. A temple has been built over it, and the
fire has been burning for hundreds of years. Pilgrims come from all
parts of Asia to visit this sacred well. The place is in charge of a
large priesthood, who are supported by the gifts of the devotees.

Another region, quite as wonderful as that of Baku, is the Rangoon
district, in India; and a considerable portion of India has been,
for thousands of years, supplied by it with rock oil. One authority
says, that the number of wells in that district is nearly six hundred,
yielding half a million hogsheads of oil annually. Most of the Rangoon
wells are artificial, and are sunk in beds of sandy clay, resting on
the sandstone, but the wells rarely exceed a hundred feet in depth.

Some parts of Africa are known to contain petroleum springs, and there
are many of these springs throughout China and various other regions
of the East; Australia and New Zealand claim their share, and it is
probable that every country on the globe could, by means of proper
borings, be made to yield petroleum.

[Sidenote: SENECA OIL AS A MEDICINE.]

As before stated, America is the great petroleum-producing country
of the world. Rock oil is found in various parts of the American
continent, from Hudson’s Bay to the Gulf of Mexico, and from the
Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean. The most prolific oil region in
America is in Western Pennsylvania, and millions of dollars’ worth
of petroleum have been obtained there. Thousands of men have made
fortunes in petroleum, and a great many have made fortunes in it the
wrong way. The early settlers of that region were well aware of the
existence of petroleum, having obtained their knowledge of it from
the Indians. The Indians used to collect the oil on the shore of
Seneca Lake, and it was sold as a medicine, in small quantities, under
the name of Seneca Oil. A stream in Alleghany County, New York, was
named Oil Creek, on account of the petroleum floating on its surface,
and the same name was given to another stream in Venango County,
Pennsylvania. On the old maps of that region several localities were
marked as affording oil, but it is only within the past thirty years
that the oil product has been of any importance.

The substance, as before stated, was used as a medicine, and the
inhabitants collected it by spreading blankets on the surface of the
stream, and then wringing out the oil which they absorbed. There are
indications that the oils were collected long ago, as several deep
and very old pits have been discovered. Some people attribute the
construction of these pits to the early French settlers, some to the
Indians, and some to the predecessors of the Indians. A history of
Pennsylvania, published thirty years ago, says that the Indians used
the oil to mix with paint in dressing themselves, and refers to an old
letter, written by the commander of Fort Duquesne to General Montcalm,
describing an assembly of Indians at night on the banks of the creek;
and in the midst of their ceremonies they set fire to the oil on the
surface of the water. As the flames burst out, the Indians gave wild
shouts, which recalled to the writer many of the ceremonies of the
ancient fire worshippers at Baku.

[Sidenote: BORING FOR SALT WATER.]

The early settlers did not collect great quantities of oil, probably
not more than twenty-five or thirty barrels a year. In 1845 operations
were being conducted for obtaining salt at a place above Pittsburg,
on the Alleghany River. Several springs of petroleum were struck, but
the value of the material was not known. In Ohio, over fifty years
ago, borings were made for salt water. An account, descriptive of the
work, said, “They have sunk two wells, which are now more than four
hundred feet deep. One of them affords very strong and pure water, but
not in great quantity. The other discharges such vast quantities of
petroleum, or, as it is vulgarly called, Seneca oil, and besides is
subject to such tremendous explosions of gas, as to force out all the
water, and afford nothing but gas for several days. We make but little
or no salt.”

This story of the ignorance of the value of petroleum and the
disappointment of the salt-makers at finding springs of petroleum
instead of salt water, reminds one of the account of the Irishman who
complained of his trouble in shooting ducks: “I was not able to fire a
shot,” said he. “Every time I got sight of a duck another one swam in
between him and me, and I could not kill anything.”

[Illustration: PUMPING WELL ON OIL CREEK, VENANGO COUNTY,
PENNSYLVANIA.]

The first movement for utilizing this vast oil product was made, in
1854, by two New Yorkers, who organized a company, and secured the
right to a certain spring on Oil Creek; but they made no progress
until three years later, when Messrs. Bowditch and Drake, of New
Haven, undertook to search for oil. In the winter of 1858 and ‘9,
Colonel E. S. Drake completed arrangements for boring into the rock
below the bed of the creek. On the 26th of August, 1859, oil was
found at a depth of seventy-one feet. The drills sank into a cavity
in the rock, and the oil rose to the surface. By means of a pump,
four hundred gallons were obtained per day, and a larger pump being
introduced, the supply reached one thousand gallons daily. This was
the beginning of the borings for oil in that region. Every spot where
oil was found, or was likely to be found, was carefully examined,
and a great many wells were put down. Up and down the banks of Oil
Creek derricks were erected and wells were sunk, and in a year or two
the banks of the stream looked as if their natural product had been
derricks rather than trees. The ground was perforated like a sieve,
and if the holes had been a few feet, instead of a few inches, in
diameter, it would have been dangerous walking round there for fear
of tumbling through. The original depth of seventy-one feet was found
insufficient, and the borings were frequently conducted to a depth of
several hundred feet. I believe one well was sunk over two thousand
feet, and a great many wells exceeded a thousand. Many of them never
produced oil, and the man who had risked his money to bore these wells
saw it vanish without affording anything in return.

[Sidenote: FORTUNES WON AND LOST.]

A great many stories are told of fortunes made and lost in boring for
oil. In some cases men just narrowly missed success, and in others
they obtained their success by accident. A story is told of some men
who had secured a locality and sunk their drills to a depth of nearly
a thousand feet. All their money was gone, and they knew not where to
obtain more. There were no indications of oil, their machinery was
mortgaged, and the sheriff stood by to secure it. They were about to
abandon work; it was near the close of the day, and they had no credit
and no means to continue work on the following morning. One of the men
proposed to quit about four o’clock in the afternoon. “No,” said the
other; “let us die game, and put the machine through till sunset.”

He tore away a piece of the timber supporting the derrick, and threw
it into the furnace to give additional speed to the engine. Just as
the sun was beginning to dip behind the western hills, the drill
suddenly sunk several feet. It was withdrawn from the rock, and a
column of oil mixed with salt water followed it. They had “struck
oil,” and were saved.

In another instance a company was formed, and had drilled a dozen
wells, but without success. Their capital was nearly gone, and they
were working on a well which, if unsuccessful, would prove their
ruin. Just as they had expended almost their last dollar, and were
within twenty-four hours of suspending, they found oil in abundant
quantities, and were saved from ruin.

There are many instances of men searching for oil, boring their wells
to a considerable depth, and abandoning them in consequence of the
exhaustion of their money, and the discouraging prospects. After
abandoning their work, others took possession of the places, and in a
few days, sometimes in a few hours, opened wells of great value.

In the oil regions I was once told a story of two men who had been at
work a long time, but could get no oil. Their money was exhausted, and
they became discouraged. When they had expended their last dollar,
and mortgaged everything, they stepped aside and made way for their
creditors. As they surrendered their machinery, one of them said,—

“Let us clear out of this place, and go to work by the day until we
can get enough to try it again.”

“Hold on,” said the other; “let us sit down and see these fellows
work. We will stay a little while, and see if they get along as fast
as we did.”

So the two men remained, mainly for the reason they did not know what
else to do.

[Sidenote: A LUCKY STROKE.]

The new comers drilled away at the well, which was already several
hundred feet deep, and in half an hour after they began working they
found oil. When the tools were withdrawn, the well began flowing a
hundred or more barrels per day. Imagine the disgust of the former
owners!

It was the same in the oil regions with regard to disappointments
that it has been in California and other countries containing mineral
treasures. A case like the one just described is almost an exact
parallel of a case in California, where two men, working a week or
more on a claim where they hardly made money enough to pay their
expenses, abandoned it in disgust. Two others stepped in, and on the
very day they took possession, found a lump of gold worth several
thousands of dollars. In another instance some Americans abandoned a
claim, which was immediately occupied by half a dozen Chinese. The
Chinese found a rich deposit of gold within six inches of where one of
the Americans had abandoned the use of his pick and shovel.

[Sidenote: SALTING A WELL.]

Petroleum wells can be “salted” or “baited,” just as gold or other
mines can be salted, and in the early days of the oil fever, the
baiting of petroleum wells was by no means an uncommon thing.
Sometimes it would be done by one of the owners of a well in order to
defraud other owners. For instance, Smith and Brown have entered into
partnership to put down a well. They join their money together, buy
the necessary drills and machinery, and go to work. The well is down
one or two hundred feet. Smith gets tired of it. He knows that Brown
has more money, and so thinks that he will sell out. While Brown is
asleep, Smith gets a barrel or so of petroleum, and pours it into the
well. Next morning, when they go to work, the condition of the hole is
tested as usual, and of course there are indications of petroleum. If
a barrel has been poured into the hole it is filled for quite a long
distance. Smith has taken care to be away at the time, and appears
in perfect ignorance. If Brown is honest he will tell Smith, on his
reappearance, of the rich supply they have found; but the chances are
two to one that Brown will say nothing, except to suggest carelessly
that the well is not very promising, and ask Smith what he will give
for his share. Smith says, with equal carelessness, “I don’t want to
buy, but I will sell my interest for three thousand dollars.”

Perhaps he puts it at a higher figure. He knows the length of Brown’s
purse, and goes for its contents. The result is, that Brown secretly
chuckles over his speculation, and buys the well.

Smith goes on his way rejoicing, and Brown, still more rejoicing,
stays where he is. He knows that a few inches more of depth to the
well will yield abundant oil, and he works away very earnestly; but
somehow he keeps on drilling for a long time, and at last awakens to
the consciousness that he has been sold.

A great many petroleum wells have been salted and sold in this way,
but it sometimes happens that the would-be swindler gets the worst of
his bargain. I knew one case, in 1863, where a man baited a well in
the above way, and sold it. He laughed that evening over his sharp
trick; but he laughed less the next morning, when he passed the well
and saw that the tools had been withdrawn, and the well was flowing
at the rate of three hundred barrels a day. A few hours after the
purchasers entered upon their work, they struck oil and were happy.

[Sidenote: A NEAT SWINDLE.]

A trick that has been practised in the oil regions to some extent is
to convert a well which has no oil in it into a genuine flowing well.
I have known this to be done by conducting a pipe underground from
a tank at a genuine well a few hundred yards away. The pipe opens
into the baited well, and it can readily be seen that with a good
“head” on the pipe the well will be a perfect flowing well, to all
intents and purposes. Men are engaged in barrelling the substance,
and a visitor can see with his own eyes the amount of the yield. If
he wants to buy a well, nobody has any great desire to sell, and he
may have difficulty in buying the whole thing outright; but he can get
an interest in it for a comparatively low figure. Sometimes he may
buy one man’s interest, and then another man’s, and he thinks he has
struck a very fine bargain. But during the night, after his purchase,
the oil ceases flowing, and he finds that his property is worthless.

Another swindle of the same sort is to have a tank filled with oil,
and a pipe run through one of its supporting posts, and under ground
into the well. The pumping machinery is kept at work, and it may be
pumping, say, at the rate of one hundred barrels a day. But all the
time that the pump is working, the oil is running into the well, and
it may run in and be pumped out again and again. The operation is a
simple one, and well calculated to deceive.

[Sidenote: FRAUDULENT OIL COMPANIES.]

A great many petroleum companies were organized at one time, which
had no existence beyond the paper one that they had in New York and
other cities. Some of these companies gave most brilliant promises. I
remember one which printed a flaming prospectus, and announced that
there was room on its territory for three thousand first-class wells.
No one could doubt the truth of this assertion, but its territory
happened to be on the top of a mountain, where three hundred thousand
wells might have been sunk without finding a drop of oil. The
projectors of this concern sold a great deal of stock, but I believe
they never declared a dividend of a single dollar, or even took the
trouble to sink a well. Their money was made by defrauding their
patrons rather than by doing any work in an honest way. Millions of
dollars were sunk in oil speculations whose investors never obtained
any return whatever. The public heard of the wells that yielded
enormously, but they never heard of the thousands of wells that never
amounted to anything.

So great was the rage for oil speculation during the height of the
fever, that a well would be sunk where there was the least chance
or prospect of obtaining oil. Suppose a man found a spring of pure
water; he might pour a gallon or so of oil on the surface, and then
carelessly, and with apparent innocence, lead a stranger to the
vicinity. The stranger soon smells the oil, examines the water, and
buys the spring at a high price.

One day a farmer broke a kerosene lamp in his cellar. A few hours
later he admitted a stranger who wanted to buy some potatoes.
The stranger discovered the oil, forgot about the potatoes, and
immediately opened negotiations for buying the house and the land on
which it stood. He paid about three times as much as they were worth,
and the farmer went away happy.

A man, who thought crude petroleum a good remedy for freckles, one day
bathed his face in that article, and lay down to sleep. As he tells
the story, he was waked in half an hour by a New York speculator who
was trying to sink a shaft into his ear.

[Sidenote: THE SPRING THAT FLOWED WHISKEY.]

A story is told in California of a man owning a farm which he wanted
to sell. He had heard of the petroleum dodge, and thought he would try
the same plan in another way. So one day, when a lot of speculators
from San Francisco were at his house, he poured a gallon of whiskey
into a small spring, and then led the speculators in that direction.
The farmer spoke of the spring, said that he made no use of it, as he
had an abundance of water near his house. He had never observed the
spring except to remark its peculiar color. He roused the curiosity
of the strangers so that one of them tasted the water, winked at his
neighbor, and stepped aside. Before night the farmer had sold his
place at a high price, and the speculators had organized a company for
supplying the California market with an excellent article of whiskey
cocktail. But somehow their enterprise never succeeded.

The immense fortunes made from petroleum speculations were almost
marvellous; a man might be poor to-day and worth a million dollars
to-morrow. In the morning he could not raise enough money to buy a
breakfast, and at noon his credit would be good for the purchase of a
first-class steamship. A man might be working as a day laborer this
week, and his wife would be taking in washing at a dollar a dozen.
Six days later he would be a millionnaire clad in broadcloth and fine
linen, and wearing a diamond like a calcium light, while his wife
would be arrayed in silks of the most costly character, and wearing
them as uneasily as a bull-dog wears a pair of trousers tied around
his neck.

A good story is told of a woman one day selecting some diamonds in
a jewelry store on Broadway. Two other women were standing near and
observing her motions. One of them suggested to her friend, “Evidently
shoddy.”

The diamond purchaser raised her eyes for a minute, and said, “No,
madam; petroleum.”

A great many stories are told of a youth in the oil regions who was
brought up on a farm, and who, for a year or more, after the outbreak
of the oil fever, was driving a team at fifteen dollars a month. He
had a grandmother, as most young men have, but she was unlike a great
many grandmothers, as she was enormously rich. She owned a large farm,
and leased it to speculators who wished to search for oil. She always
stipulated for half the oil, and her farm was so productive that she
had a magnificent income, and accumulated money at a very rapid rate.
A common report was, that she had eleven barrels and four trunks full
of greenbacks.

[Sidenote: THE MILLIONNAIRE YOUTH.]

One day she did as all good grandmothers do,—she died. The youth,
whom I will call John, as that was half his name, became heir to her
vast estate. He dropped into two millions of cash, and into the farm,
which yielded about two thousand dollars a day. He had never had so
much money before in all his life. Ox-driving at the compensation he
received would require a long time for the accumulation of such a
fortune.

He thought the matter over, and determined to have a good time. He
engaged several youths of his acquaintance to assist him in wasting
his substance in riotous living. The party went first to Cleveland.
At the railway station they had some dispute about a carriage, and so
John bought a carriage to take them to their hotel. When he reached
the hotel he concluded that that was not the kind of carriage he
wanted, and so gave it away. He secured all the best rooms in the
house, ordered the best supper the proprietor could furnish, and the
party went to bed on the floor as drunk as a quartette of badgers.
They rose the next morning with very large heads on their shoulders,
and were occupied during the forenoon in removing their Mansard roofs
by means of soda water and cocktails.

John sent for the best team in Cleveland, and obtained a four-horse
one, with a carriage gorgeous enough for a third-rate emperor. He
picked out one of the drivers round the front of the hotel, told him
they were going to stay in Cleveland a few days, and if this driver
would take the team and drive them round during their stay, he should
have the whole concern, at their departure, for his trouble.

John next proposed to charter a grog-shop, and another institution
which shall be nameless, for the exclusive use of himself and friends
during their stay. They made things lively for a few days, and then
left for Philadelphia by way of Buffalo.

They stopped at Niagara Falls, and proposed hiring a boat-load of
people to be sent over the falls for their amusement; but, somehow,
they could not find anybody willing to make the jump. John wanted to
buy the Falls and run them as a private show, but he changed his mind
and continued his journey.

[Sidenote: WASTING HIS SUBSTANCE.]

In Philadelphia, and subsequently in New York, the party was guilty
of various extravagances, and sometimes displayed absolute ingenuity
in getting rid of their money. On one occasion they treated a party
of fifty or more street laborers to champagne, filling each of them
up to his chin, and sending them home blind drunk. They bought horses
and carriages to give away next day. They chartered hotels and other
public resorts for their exclusive occupation. They used to give away
ten-dollar bills, and sometimes hundred-dollar bills, as gratuities to
servants.

John seemed to be troubled to know what to do with his money, and it
gave him more anxiety than he was ever blessed with during the days
of his ox-driving experience. I believe he died after a year or so of
this new life. It was too much for him; he could endure poverty, but
he could not enjoy or endure such an accumulation of wealth.

There was a case similar to his of a young man growing suddenly rich
through petroleum, who started on a riotous career, and managed to get
heavily in debt. The wells gave out, and left him without money, and
no prospect of obtaining any. In a year from the time of his becoming
so suddenly wealthy, he was at work again as a day laborer, and
meditating upon the uncertainties of life in the oil regions.

On one occasion an oil speculator came to New York with fifty thousand
dollars or more in cash, and claiming that he had a flowing well
yielding two hundred barrels a day. In less than a fortnight he had
gambled away his money, sold his wells, and the last I saw of him he
was on his way to the station-house for default of paying the amount
of his hotel bill. He was kept there a short time, and then released.
I believe the hotel never received anything from him.

A great many extravagances have been committed by the petroleum
aristocracy. Persons suddenly raised from poverty to affluence are
nearly always anxious to effect an entrance into society. They take
fine houses, and sometimes they manage to get people of repute to
visit them, though not often.

[Sidenote: GETTING UP A PARTY.]

Three or four years ago a family that had suddenly grown rich
determined to give a party that should introduce them to society. They
made preparations, and sent out a great many cards of invitation.
They ignored their former acquaintances altogether. They selected the
names of their guests from the City Directory, taking those that were
prominent in the social world. They even pretended to an aristocratic
descent, and I believe their card of invitation bore a crest of some
sort or other.

The evening of the entertainment came. Madame, almost smothered in
silks, with a large amount of store hair, and decked with diamonds
enough to set up a jewelry store, was all ready to receive her
guests. The daughters were in their best, and expected to make a
dozen conquests apiece in the course of the evening. A magnificent
supper had been prepared, and a troupe of servants were awaiting the
commencement of their duties. Eight o’clock was the hour fixed for the
party.

At eight o’clock there was not a guest in the house. “Surely,” said
Madame, “they will be here very soon.” Half past eight o’clock came.
Nobody. Nine o’clock. Nobody. Half past nine. Nobody; and then ten
o’clock, and still Nobody. It was then the great truth stood revealed
that the party was a failure.

The servants, who had been standing about with their tongues in their
cheeks, were commissioned to eat what they could of the gorgeous
banquet, and the aspirants to social honors smothered their sorrow,
and made no more attempts, for that season at least, to get into
society.




XXIII.

WINE AND BEER CELLARS.

     WINE CELLARS.—HOW THEY ARE MADE.—PLACES FOR STORING
     BEER.—THEIR EXTENT.—THE GREATEST WINE CASK IN THE WORLD.—ITS
     CAPACITY.—PECULIARITIES OF WINE AND BEER VAULTS.—VISITING A CELLAR
     IN POLAND.—CURIOUS SIGHTS.—THE ANTIQUITY OF THE BOTTLES.—WHAT A
     VISITOR DID.—THE RESULT OF TOO MUCH WINE.—A DANGEROUS BRIDGE.


A German resident of New York, engaged in the manufacture of beer,
visited the excavations at Hallett’s Point, near the upper end of
Manhattan Island, and, on viewing the large space which had been dug
out of the solid rock, exclaimed, “What a capital place for storing
lager beer.” Many a wine and beer manufacturer has made the same
remark on visiting the Mammoth Cave, or other huge caverns. The best
places for storing malt or vinous liquors are under ground, for the
reason that an equal temperature can be maintained at all times;
summer’s heat and winter’s cold make but very little change of the
thermometer in the depths of the earth.

[Sidenote: PLACES FOR WINE UNDER GROUND.]

In various parts of the world, particularly in Europe, there are vast
underground spaces specially designed for the storage of wine, beer,
and similar beverages. Nearly all these articles require to be kept
some time before they are fit for use; especially is this the case
with wines, some of which improve steadily during a year, or for ten,
or twenty, fifty, or it may be for a hundred, or five hundred years.
Some of the wine cellars of Europe have been hewn out of the solid
rock, or dug out of the solid earth, at vast expense, for the simple
purpose of storage. Other wine cellars were, originally, quarries,
or mines; and after they had been abandoned by the miners, they were
taken up by the wine and beer manufacturers, and adapted to their
present uses. The same is the case in America. Reference is made
elsewhere to the cellars of Dubuque, Iowa, which are nothing more nor
less than exhausted lead mines. At several places on the Mississippi
and Missouri Rivers there are cellars which originally were quarries
or mines. Their natural treasures were taken from them, and they are
now filled with artificial ones.

In California, particularly in the Sonoma Valley, are some wine
cellars which have been dug out of the rock for no other purpose
than for that of storage. Some years ago I visited one of these
establishments with a small party, and the proprietor, in order to
give us an idea of the temperature, shut us up a little while, and
left us to ourselves. The place was not cold, but it was cool compared
with the outer atmosphere, and we very soon began to sneeze. Had we
been kept there for any length of time, I suspect that we would have
had sore throats and all that sort of thing; but they were prevented
by the select assortment of liquids which the wine manufacturer
supplied to us with such liberality that some of his visitors’ legs
became very much entangled, and refused to perform the duty usually
required of them.

All through Europe, and particularly in France and Germany, there are
cellars of great extent. The wine makers of France and Germany are
able to store away thousands of casks, and other thousands of bottles,
every year without any difficulty. The same is the case with the beer
makers of North and South Germany, particularly in the vicinity of
Munich and Vienna. There is one wine cellar on the Moselle, which
is said to be capable of containing a million bottles and twenty or
thirty thousand casks of wine at one time, and I have heard of one
wine cellar even larger than this. The capacity of the beer vaults of
Munich is, I think, greater than that of the German and French wine
vaults. It is certain that a storage capacity sufficient to supply the
annual consumption of beer in Munich, Vienna, or Berlin, must approach
the dimensions of a small city. It is well known that the average
German can get outside of a great quantity of beer in the course of
twelve months. As an illustration, I may mention that the day before
writing this paragraph I was told of a strike among some German
laborers in an establishment near New York. Their strike was not for
wages, but for beer. They were satisfied with the pay they received,
but not with the quantity of beer furnished to them. Their employer
allowed them two five-gallon kegs daily for every three men, and in
their strike they demanded a daily keg of beer per man. They said
that two thirds of a five-gallon keg were not sufficient, but they
would manage to get along with five gallons each per day. The employer
agreed with them, and they resumed work as soon as he consented to
their demand.

[Sidenote: FAMOUS BEER DRINKERS.]

It is on record that one individual German drank one hundred and
fifty glasses of beer per day, and I believe there was an instance
in Cincinnati, a few years ago, where a German consumed, on a wager,
one hundred and eighty-eight glasses between sunrise and sunset of a
summer’s day. It is not fair to take these ambulatory beer casks as an
indication of the drinking abilities of the Teutons, but it may safely
be assumed that an ordinary community of Germans can get outside of an
average of twenty glasses a day per man without feeling it.

[Sidenote: THE GREATEST WINE CASK.]

It is not my province to describe the process of making beer or
wine, as the work is mainly performed above ground, but simply to
allude to the space where these beverages are stored. I have visited
a fair proportion of them in various parts of the world, and they
are all pretty much alike. They are simply large vaults or caves,
sometimes arched over to prevent the falling in of the earth, while
in other cases they are cut out of the solid rock, and require no
arching. Sometimes a wine cellar will consist of a single vault,
with regular pillars or arches sustaining its roof, while in other
cases there will be a great many galleries, or tunnels, running off
in different directions. Sometimes the casks containing the wine or
beer will be of a size that will permit of their being rolled about,
while in other cases the casks or tuns will be so large that they
always remain stationary, and are filled and emptied without being
moved from their places. An example of this is the celebrated tun of
Heidelberg, constructed in 1751, and capable of containing forty-nine
thousand gallons. It has been filled but two or three times since its
construction, and the process of filling occupied on each occasion
two or three weeks. It is sufficiently large to allow the erection of
a ball-room upon it, and several festivals and dances have been held
there. It is the largest cask which has ever been made, or probably
ever will be made.

The preparation and preservation of wine require great care, and,
above all things, an even temperature. Many a cask of wine has been
spoiled by being kept too hot or too cold; and this is one reason
why the preference is shown by wine makers for underground places
of storage. Apart from this fact is the saving that can be made by
utilizing the space under the earth where the surface is of great
value.

As before stated, a visit to one wine cellar is very much like a visit
to another. The stranger is led or guided among rows of casks and
bottles, and sometimes his underground journey will amount to a mile,
or two or three miles, of linear distance. He wonders how the demand
can be so great for this material, just as a countryman wonders, as
he walks through the market of a large city, how all the beef, pork,
and mutton can find purchasers. He may go through a market and think
the supply exceeds the demand, just as when he walks the streets for
an hour or two, and sees the crowds of people, he will wonder where
all this mass of humanity can find sufficient food. In the same way a
person unfamiliar with the business may have alternate surprises about
the supply and consumption of wine.

[Sidenote: A WINE CELLAR IN WARSAW.]

One of the first wine cellars which I visited in Europe was in the
famous city of Warsaw, Poland. I had entered Europe by the back door,
as it were, coming from Asia over the Ural Mountains; and consequently
the first ancient city I found where there was any wine trade of
significance was Warsaw. A travelling friend and myself were under the
guidance of an officer serving on the staff of the governor of Poland,
and while pointing out the curiosities of the city, he suggested
taking us to one of the oldest wine cellars in Europe. I think he
said there were a few, but only a few, which had greater antiquity.

Our party was small,—only three of us altogether,—and we drove in a
single carriage to a very unattractive place in the Jews’ quarter
of Warsaw. We entered a narrow and rickety-looking building, which
gave no promise of the wealth stored away beneath it. The officer
was acquainted with the proprietor of the place, so that we easily
obtained permission and escort for our underground journey. The
proprietor himself took charge of us, and was accompanied by a servant
to assist in showing us round, and possibly to see that we did not
stow away in our pockets any of the valuable bottles in the cellar.

We descended a narrow stairway, so narrow, in fact, that we went
singly, and so low that we were obliged to stoop to avoid hitting our
heads. The place was hewn out of the rock on which Warsaw is built,
and it was arched over to sustain the weight resting upon it. Reaching
the floor of the cellar, we were first led between rows of casks, and
the ages of the casks were stated as we walked among them. One was
pointed out that had been in the cellar thirty years, and another that
had been there two or three times as long. They were covered with dust
and cobwebs, and looked as if good for a much longer stay. Over our
heads we could hear the rumbling of carriages in the streets, just as
one can hear the carriages in exploring the ruins of Herculaneum.

Cask after cask was pointed out, until our eyes were wearied, and we
were then taken to the old cellar where the bottles were stored.

Our guide explained that the cellar we had just visited was a modern
one, only two hundred and sixty years old. The old cellar, he said,
was made in the days when Poland was a kingdom, and more powerful by
far than the now great Muscovite empire. I do not remember positively
the age he gave it, but I think it was some nine hundred or a thousand
years old. I was too busy looking among the bottles to take particular
notice of what he said, and am not willing to trust too much to my
memory, especially on the occasion of visiting a cellar like this. The
real interest of the place began when we entered the locality where
the bottles were stored. Here were little shelves—I say little, though
many of them were three or four feet wide—covered with bottles, some
standing upright, while others were carefully packed away. There was
one shelf where the bottles had been lying undisturbed for twenty
years; another where they had not been touched for thirty, another
for forty, and another for fifty years. Above most of the shelves
a date was chiselled into the rock, and the date, as I was told,
indicated the time when the wine was bottled and placed there. These
chiselled places were, however, comparatively few, as the most common
designation was that of a date cut in a small piece of board which
rested above the bottles.

[Sidenote: OLD BOTTLES OF WINE.]

In some places the dust of ages had almost obliterated the dates,
but our guide seemed to know them all from recollection. I remember
one date of 1750, another of 1634, and I believe there was one board
dated somewhere about 1590. Shelves were pointed out which were said
to contain wine that had not been moved or disturbed in any way for
three hundred years. I do not vouch for the truth of the statement,
but merely give it as I heard it.

It was interesting to observe how the dust and cobwebs had gathered
about the bottles, and also to observe the shapes of the bottles. The
more recent shapes were those familiar to all drinkers and friends of
drinkers of the present day. Then there were short, thick-set bottles,
while others were dumpy and very long in the neck, reminding one of
an overfed goose or a camel suffering with the dropsy. Some of the
earlier bottles indicated that the art of blowing glass was not well
known at the time of their construction, as they were badly shaped,
and frequently had deep indentations in their sides. Some of them
could be called flasks, rather than bottles, as they had no necks at
all, and were round at both ends. All the bottles that I examined
were carefully sealed, and I was shown several bottles with long,
tapering necks, that had been tightly closed by melting their ends
in a flame after the wine had been placed inside, just as the tube
of a thermometer is closed after it has been filled with quicksilver
or alcohol. In order to get at the wine enclosed in this way, it is
necessary to break away the top of the neck.

[Sidenote: ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS A BOTTLE.]

The cellar was perfectly dry, so that no moisture collected anywhere.
I may remark, by the way, that a dry cellar is always desirable. There
was no moisture, but there was a liberal supply of dust and cobwebs.
On bottles that had been in their places only a few years, there
would be a slight film or covering of dust. Those that could boast of
twenty years, and those that had remained undisturbed a hundred or two
hundred years, were covered so thickly that it was almost impossible
to distinguish the bottles from the mass which covered them. I saw one
shelf—I forget its age—where not a bottle was visible; it seemed to be
a mass of cobwebs, and nothing more. To judge from its appearance, I
would not have given twenty-five cents for the contents of that shelf;
but if I had offered twenty-five hundred dollars, my offer would have
been spurned with disdain. I asked the value of the wine on this
shelf, and was told that it was twenty guineas a bottle. I did not
want any of it at that price, but I presume that there are plenty of
men in the world who are ready to pay it.

After we had seen the curiosities of the place, the proprietor
insisted that we should make a practical test of his wine. He did
not open any of the twenty-guinea stuff, and we could not expect him
to, though I secretly hoped he would consider himself sufficiently
honored by our presence to do the handsome thing, and break a bottle
or two of it just to give us a taste. The best he would do was to open
a ten-guinea bottle from another shelf. It is not every day you can
smack your lips over wine worth fifty dollars in gold a bottle, and we
sipped it very carefully, and allowed it to trickle not too rapidly
down our throats. I found it a very agreeable wine; it had a rich and
fruity, though rather sweetish taste. I know nothing to which it can
be compared, and therefore I will not make any comparison.

[Sidenote: WINE TASTING AND ITS EFFECT.]

The proprietor treated us on the descending scale, for the next bottle
he brought us was a five-guinea one. It was only forty or fifty years
old, a very juvenile stuff, but we were unable to discover any great
difference between it and the other. Two or three kinds of this wine
were shown us, and then he brought all sorts of new wines just in the
cellar, that is to say, they had only been there some five or ten,
or it may be twenty years. Other wines were brought forward for our
deglutition; and after a time the thing became a little monotonous,
and I suspected that we might get our heads and feet a little tangled.
I suggested that we had other business to attend to, and had better
not indulge in the wine business any longer; but the proprietor was
polite, and was constantly offering us just one more sample.

“Have the gentlemen taste this one,” he would say to the officer who
accompanied us, and at the urgent request of the officer we would
indulge the proprietor.

The officer repeatedly stated, on presenting the wine, that that would
be the last; but somehow there was always something new to be tasted,
and something that we could not decline without giving offence. Before
we got through, we tasted nearly every wine in the cellar, and finally
asked to be let off.

When we reached the foot of the stairway, we found it had shrunken
greatly in size. We had descended without difficulty, but now it was
necessary to move up edgewise, and I firmly believe, that if we had
remained below much longer, the shrinking process would have made the
staircase so narrow, and the roof above so low, that we should have
been unable to get out, and might have staid there forever. Think of
one’s terrible fate in being shut up in a wine cellar to die.

[Sidenote: TURNING AN AMERICAN HEAD.]

My companion wanted to sit down on the foot of the stairs and go to
sleep, but I told him it was not a custom in Poland on visiting wine
cellars, or, so far as I knew, in any other country. He then asked
me to write to his friends, if I succeeded in getting out, and tell
them to send money enough to buy out the concern to take it home to
America. He would take cellar and all if he had to carry the whole
city of Warsaw and the Ex-King of Poland in his trunk. He had a friend
at New York who would just like this sort of thing. He would be
willing to sell all his interest in the United States if he could only
assemble his friends in that cellar, and get them as blind drunk as he
was. I saw that he was wandering mentally, although unable to wander
much physically, owing to the extreme suppleness of his legs. He began
to chide me for taking so much wine, and said I ought to have followed
his example, and drank nothing.

The situation became alarming. There was the staircase growing
narrower until it resembled a loophole in the wall of a fortress. I
was very much inclined to sit down with my friend, and wait until
the place grew larger. While thinking what to do, we were roused by
the appeal of our officer comrade to taste of another wine, a very
superior article from Hungary. We told him politely that we must
refuse, intimated that we should feel much better without it, and if
he could only plan some way by which we could get out of that cellar
and reach our hotel, we should be very much obliged.

He led the way up stairs. We observed that luckily they were large
enough for him to ascend without difficulty, and finally we reached
the space above. Once there we breathed more easily. We thanked our
host for the attention he had shown us; we thanked him by shaking his
hand, and keeping our mouths closed. To thank him in English would do
no good, as he did not understand our language, and we were a little
doubtful of our ability to pronounce our words correctly. I am sorry
that my friend made so free with this ancient wine, as it totally
incapacitated him from saying a word in Polish or any other language
with which he was not familiar.

When we reached the open air we found that our heads became level
again, and in a little while the effect of our wine-sampling excursion
had passed away. Assuming the dignity of a couple of emperors, we rode
to our hotel, took a lunch, and felt better.

All over the world it is a trick of the proprietors of wine cellars to
put their visitors through the system of sampling, so that, drink as
sparingly as they may,—a teaspoonful at a time only,—they will be very
much confused in body and mind before they emerge from the clutches of
their entertainers.

[Sidenote: A DANGEROUS BRIDGE.]

In one of the Western States I am acquainted with a wine dealer whose
cellar is entered by crossing a narrow bridge over a brook. The
bridge is ten or twelve feet long, about three feet wide, and has no
railing. I have heard him say that no visitor to his wine vaults ever
yet walked that plank on his return from the cellar without tumbling
into the brook. From what I have heard of his establishment, I think
he is not very far from the truth. Many a visitor to that cellar has
received an involuntary plunge bath as he came out into the open air.




XXIV.

THE BASTILLE.

     ITS HISTORY AND CONSTRUCTION.—THREE AMERICANS SEARCHING FOR
     IT.—A FRENCH JOKE AT THEIR EXPENSE.—HOW PRISONERS WERE RECEIVED
     AND TREATED.—HORRIBLE DUNGEONS.—THE OUBLIETTES.—CRUELTIES
     OF THE BASTILLE.—THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK.—HIS ROMANTIC
     STORY.—DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILLE.


One of the most famous dungeons or prisons in the world was the
Bastille of Paris.

It was a state prison and citadel of the city, was built in the year
1369, and destroyed by the mob in the beginning of the revolution of
1789, or more than four centuries after its construction.

It is a curious fact that no plan of the Bastille as originally
constructed is in existence, neither is there any plan extant of the
Bastille as it appeared at the time of its destruction. Somehow the
kings of France were averse to giving the public much information
about this famous prison of state. They appear to have been satisfied
with the knowledge that the place existed, and that those who
displeased them could be shut up there, and they never troubled
themselves to know the exact plan or model of the concern.

There has been a great deal of exaggeration concerning the Bastille,
and many stories have been told about it which had little or no
foundation. After all, there was really no need of exaggeration, for
the atrocities committed within the walls of the Bastille are quite
horrible enough for all practical purposes.

[Illustration: THE GRAND HOTEL, PARIS.]

In ordinary life the French are a quiet, harmless people, and they
are the last in the world whom you would suspect of atrocities;
but every revolution in France has been full of horror, whether in
past times or in the present. It has been said that you may take the
mildest Frenchman in the world, give him a place of authority where
his acts will not be called into question, and the chances are great
that he will conduct himself in a very savage manner. I do not assert
this of my own knowledge, but leave the reader to judge whether the
history of the French prisons and French tyranny does not, in some
degree at least, corroborate the statement.

The day after my arrival in Paris, a friend proposed that we should
visit the Bastille. We were talking upon some topic, and I had
actually stepped inside the carriage with him and given the order to
the driver before it occurred to me that the Bastille did not exist,
and had not existed for several scores of years. When I remembered
this, and told my companion, he said,—

“I came very near selling you. I want to get even on selling myself.”

[Sidenote: SEARCHING FOR THE BASTILLE.]

Then he told me a story of his experience in searching for the
Bastille. Bear in mind that he was an editor, familiar with history
(editors of course know everything), and if he had given the subject
a moment’s thought it would have occurred to him that there was no
Bastille in Paris worth mentioning. Let me tell his story as he told
it.

“There were three of us who came over in the steamer, landed at
Brest, and came to Paris. We arrived here in the evening. We put up
at the Grand Hotel, and the next morning started out to ‘do’ the
city. The first thing we saw as we stepped out of the hotel door to
the Boulevard was an omnibus, on which was the sign ‘_Place de la
Bastille_.’ We mounted to the top of this omnibus, and away we rode
down the Boulevard.

[Sidenote: VERDANT AMERICANS.]

“By and by we stopped near a large, open square, with a monument in
the centre. The conductor motioned us to get off, and said something
which we did not understand, but took to mean that this was the end
of his route. Moreover, the omnibus turned round, and we understood
pretty well that we must get ashore. I was the only one who could
speak French, and I couldn’t speak much of it. As we left the omnibus,
I said to the conductor, ‘_Monsieur, où est la Bastille?_’

“The conductor stared at us, smiled, and turned away. Then we stepped
on the sidewalk and looked around. Close by us was a ‘_Restaurant de
la Bastille_,’ and on the corner we could see the sign of ‘_Place de
la Bastille_.’ There was a cake shop close by, and that had a sign
which indicated that it was the cake shop ‘_de la Bastille_.’

“Then we stopped a well-dressed Frenchman, and said to him,
‘_Monsieur, où est la Bastille?_’ The fellow was too polite to laugh
in our faces, as the conductor did, but he said not a word, and walked
off. I saw, though, when his back was turned towards us, that he was
shaking his sides, and evidently grinning.

“Then we stepped into the restaurant, and I said to a waiter,
‘_Garçon, où est la Bastille?_’ and that infernal waiter laughed in
my face. I said to the other boys, ‘These confounded Frenchmen round
the Bastille are all fools. I thought Frenchmen were polite, but these
fellows have no politeness at all.’ We climbed out of that restaurant,
and went out on the square on a Bastille hunt.

“There was no more sign of a prison than there is inside your boot. We
walked round that square about ten minutes, when it got into one of
our heads,—not into mine though,—that the Bastille had been destroyed
in 1789. I had nothing more to say, except that we were the three
biggest fools in all Paris. Here we had been hunting round, boring
everybody, and asking them to show us a prison which was destroyed
eighty years before, as we perfectly well knew, only we did not happen
to recollect it. We went back to the Grand Hotel, and the next time we
went out sight-seeing we made sure that the thing we inquired for was
in existence.”

[Sidenote: DESCRIPTION OF THE BASTILLE.]

The Bastille was an irregular building in shape, as the original
construction, in the time of Charles V. had been added to by each
successive monarch. It had as its principal feature eight round
towers, connected by curtains of masonry, and was encircled by a ditch
a hundred and twenty-five feet wide. This ditch was generally dry, and
was surrounded on its outside by a wall sixty feet high, to which was
attached a wooden gallery running round the whole inner circumference
of the ditch opposite the castle. This gallery was called the
“Rounds.” Sentinels were stationed on these Rounds, and it was their
duty to be perpetually in motion, in order to discover any movement of
the prisoners for escaping. The Bastille had a governor and a staff
of assistants, and it had a garrison of one hundred men, with their
proper officers.

Whenever a prisoner was brought to the Bastille, his trunks and
clothing were carefully examined, in order to discover whether he had
any concealed papers or weapons. The advocate Linguet, who had been
detained there for three years, says,—

“The new comer is as much surprised as alarmed to find himself
subjected to a personal examination by four men, whose appearance
seems to belie their functions; men clad in uniforms, which leads
one to look for a regard to decencies, and wearing decorations which
presuppose a service which endures no stain. This man takes from him
his money, that he may have no means of corrupting any one of their
number, his jewelry on the same consideration, his papers for fear he
should find any resource against the tedium to which he is henceforth
devoted, and his knives and scissors are taken from him for fear he
should commit suicide or assassinate his jailers.”

After this examination he was led to the cell intended for him to
occupy. These cells were situated in all the towers. The walls were at
least twelve feet in thickness at the top, and at the base they were
thirty or forty feet. Each cell had a small window defended by three
iron gratings, one within, the second without, and the third in the
middle thickness of the masonry.

The bars of this grating were an inch thick. No fire was allowed, and
there was no glass in the windows, so that in winter these cells were
like ice-houses, and in summer they were hot and damp.

[Sidenote: CHARACTER OF THE DUNGEONS.]

The dungeons were nineteen feet below the level of the court-yard,
and five below that of the ditch. They had no openings but a narrow
loophole communicating with the ditch. The inhabitant of these
dungeons was deprived of air and daylight, and lived in a damp and
infected atmosphere. Oftentimes the floor of his cell was covered with
mud, and he found himself surrounded by reptiles, rats, and other
disagreeable creeping or walking things.

The written history of the Bastille shows that these horrible cells
were frequently used for the confinement of prisoners in order to make
their existence as terrible as possible. There is a tradition that
iron cages were used for the confinement of prisoners, but writers who
have given their attention to this subject say that nothing of the
sort was discovered at the time the Bastille was destroyed. There is
also a tradition in regard to the _Oubliettes_, which are described as
holes into which condemned prisoners were lowered, where they should
languish and die forgotten. There is also a tradition in regard to a
Question Chamber, in which suspected prisoners were tortured to make
them confess their guilt, or to reveal the names of their accomplices.

[Illustration: PLACE DE LA BASTILLE, PARIS.]

[Illustration: THE BASTILLE.—ERECTED IN 1369.]

The Bastille could contain fifty state prisoners in solitary cells,
and by putting two persons in one cell the number could be raised
to a hundred. Sometimes as many as three hundred persons were in
the Bastille at once, and in that case they were densely crowded.
According to history the prisoners were wretchedly fed, but it should
be said, in justice to the government, that this state of affairs
was probably due to the frauds of the subordinates rather than to
any intended cruelty on the part of the government, as the latter
generally made liberal allowances for the support of the prisoners
of state. One writer asserts that in his time the governor of the
Bastille had a great number of prisoners, many of whom were paid
for at twenty-five francs a day, and that their subsistence did
not cost as many sous. There was a regular tariff for expenses for
the table, lights, and washing of all prisoners, according to their
rank. A prince was allowed fifty francs a day, a marshal of France
thirty-six francs, a lieutenant general thirty-four francs, and so on
down to the inferior prisoners, who were allowed two francs and a half.

[Sidenote: TREATMENT OF PRISONERS.]

A prisoner might be examined at the moment of his arrest, or not
until weeks, months, or years afterwards. He had no mode of offering
any defence, or of telling his friends where he was, or why he was
detained; and sometimes he did not himself know these facts. He was
allowed no books or papers; he could not communicate with anybody
except by special permission. He could not be visited except on an
order from the lieutenant of police, and at such visits all the
conversation must be in the presence of an officer of the prison,
and no allusion could be made to the cause of detention, the term of
imprisonment, or any topic of that sort.

The treatment of prisoners varied greatly. Some, whom it was desired
to kill by slow torture, without trial, or even without a hearing,
were shut up in the horrible dungeons already described, where they
were fed on the worst possible food until death relieved them from
their suffering. Others, whom it was not designed to punish or
destroy, but simply to detain, enjoyed every comfort, and a great
deal of luxury. They had large rooms, fine furniture, excellent and
abundant food, plenty of wine, books, and papers, could have their
own servants, could be visited by their friends or families; in fact,
could do pretty nearly as they pleased, except to go out of the
Bastille.

Sometimes the Bastille was under governors who had a good deal of the
milk of human kindness in their composition, and sometimes it was
under the control of men who had as little feeling and sympathy as a
stone. Prisoners were well or badly treated according as the governor
was good or bad in character, and also according to the instructions
which had been received concerning their treatment. The most horrible
feature about the Bastille was the mode of sending persons to it. No
man could be safe from imprisonment there, and he was subject to the
whims and caprices of the minister of state, whom no appeals could
reach, and by whom no call for justice would be heard or heeded. If
any man incurred the displeasure of the minister, or of any one who
had sufficient influence to secure an order for his arrest under the
royal seal, he might be taken to the Bastille at any moment. If his
accuser desired that he should never more go out into the world, and
never hold communication with any one, the accuser’s will became law.
Hundreds of men were sent to the Bastille without knowing the cause of
their arrest or the names of their accusers, and without being allowed
to communicate with family or friend. It was this uncertainty, this
ever-present fear of injustice and cruelty, that made the name of the
Bastille appalling, and led every Frenchman to regard it as a place
full of horrors.

[Sidenote: HORRORS OF THE BASTILLE.]

It is said that some of the most barbarous cruelties ever inflicted
within the walls of the Bastille were during the reign of Louis
XI. Louis himself was the author and inventor of some of the worst
barbarities. It is recorded in history, that he caused dungeons to
be made in the Bastille surrounded with smooth and polished masonry,
where the prisoners, who were lowered into them, were obliged to
remain in an unnatural position, which they could not change.
According to history, the princes of the house of Armagnac were shut
up in these horrible pits, and were drawn out twice a week to be
scourged in the presence of the governor, and once in every three
months to have two of their teeth torn from their jaws. Sometimes
split sticks of dry wood were placed on their fingers, and then the
sticks would be set on fire and allowed to consume. Richelieu sent
many of his enemies to the Bastille, some of whom were treated with
extreme consideration, while others endured great severity. One of
these men, the notorious Bassompierre, was immured there twelve years
by the order of Richelieu.

[Sidenote: MAN IN THE IRON MASK.]

One of the greatest mysteries attending the Bastille is that of the
Man in the Iron Mask. A great deal has been said and written about
him, some of it being fact, and some of it fiction. Who he was is not
positively known. It is very certain that he was a personage of great
importance, whom it was desirable to keep out of the way, and at the
same time very desirable not to kill. He was always treated with the
utmost consideration. Every one of his attendants uncovered his head
when in presence of the mysterious personage. His clothing was of the
finest character, his food was of the best quality, and served on the
choicest table-ware. He was rarely left alone, and then only in a
place whence he could not escape; his face was always covered with a
mask of black velvet, fastened behind his head with steel bands. His
private governor was De Saint Mars, and it is supposed that he was
answerable with his own life for the safety of the Man in the Iron
Mask, and for the preservation of his incognito. When first heard of
he was confined in the Marguerite Islands, in the Mediterranean. One
day a fisherman, passing near the place of his confinement, saw a hand
wave towards him from a window, and a moment after, a silver plate was
thrown out. The fisherman picked up the plate and looked at it; saw
that some words were engraved upon it, and immediately took it to the
governor of the prison. The governor looked at it carelessly, and then
asked the fisherman if he had shown it to any one, or had read it. The
fisherman answered, “No, your excellency, I have shown it to no one,
and as for myself I cannot read.”

“That is fortunate,” said the governor; and giving the fisherman a
gold piece, he dismissed him.

The gold piece, however, did the fisherman very little good, as he was
assassinated that night by some unknown person.

Every piece of linen, every scrap of paper, everything which in any
way would convey information, was scrupulously examined. One day the
mysterious man made some writing on one of his shirts which was going
out to the wash. By some means this escaped the notice of the jailers,
and was found by the washerwoman. She could not read, and when she
returned the linen, she called the attention of the governor to the
writing. She was rewarded for her fidelity with a gold piece, and
she, like the fisherman, was assassinated on the night after she had
obtained her reward. After this, the Man in the Iron Mask was always
furnished with new linen every day, and that which he had worn was
immediately destroyed.

[Sidenote: AN ILLUSTRIOUS PRISONER.]

From the Marguerite Islands, he was moved to the Bastille, where he
died on the 19th of November, 1703. He was buried the next day in the
cemetery of St. Paul, under the name of Marchiatti.

In the Bastille he was waited upon at the table and at his toilet
by the governor, and no one else. He was allowed to go to mass,
and a file of soldiers always accompanied him. Their muskets were
loaded, and their matches were lighted; they were ordered to kill him
instantly in case he spoke to any one, or attempted to tear off his
mask. Who he was, and what he was, will probably never be known. No
person of sufficient note to justify such precautions as were taken
in his case was absent from the stage of history at that time. The
general impression is, that he was an elder brother of Louis XIV.,
the fruit of an adulterous intrigue between Anne of Austria and the
Duke of Buckingham, or some other of those lovers for which Anne was
famous. As he was born in wedlock, he could not have been dispossessed
of his claim to the throne, if his existence had been admitted. Louis
XIV. may have had some absurd prejudice against murdering his brother,
though it was not the fashion of those days to be so very fastidious.
A story was written by Dumas under the title of the Man in the Iron
Mask, and it has been dramatized and given on the stage in Europe and
America. The mystery which envelops the wearer of the mask gives an
additional interest to all stories concerning him.

[Sidenote: DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILLE.]

In talking about this historic individual, we have almost forgotten
the Bastille. After the time of Louis XIV. the Bastille became a
place of imprisonment, not alone of persons of honorable birth,
but of common malefactors, and of persons of very low repute. The
imprisonment of Beuzot, the king’s librarian, for obeying the king’s
own directions, by the minister De Breteuil, brought to light the
whole system of iniquity in which the prison was managed. On the 14th
of July, 1789, the people arose in their fury, captured the Bastille,
and ransacked and destroyed it. At the time of its capture only seven
persons were found in its cells and dungeons, one of them having been
there since his eleventh year. There was another who had been ten
years in the Marguerite Islands, and thirty years in the Bastille; he
appeared, on his liberation, bewildered and half idiotic, like a man
waking from a sleep of forty years, and looking out upon a new world.
The records of the prison reveal many cases as bad as this, and any
lover of liberty, even to the smallest degree, cannot regret that the
Bastille has passed away forever.

[Illustration: DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILLE, JULY 14, 1789.—ITS KEY
PRESENTED BY LA FAYETTE TO GEORGE WASHINGTON, AND NOW AMONG THE RELICS
AT MOUNT VERNON.]




XXV.

DIAMONDS AND DIAMOND MINES.

     HOW DIAMONDS ARE OBTAINED.—THE COUNTRIES THAT PRODUCE THEM.—MODES
     OF SEEKING THEM IN BRAZIL.—CURIOUS PRECAUTIONS AGAINST THEFT.—HOW
     A SLAVE IN BORNEO ROBBED HIS EMPLOYER.—FAMOUS DIAMONDS AND THEIR
     HISTORY.—THE REGENT, THE ORLOFF, AND THE KOHINOOR.—FIDELITY OF
     A SERVANT.—THE STAR OF THE SOUTH.—A SHARP TRICK OF AN AMATEUR
     GAMBLER.


The hardest known mineral in the world, and at the same time the most
valuable, is the diamond. It cannot be cut or scratched by any other
substance. In cutting the diamond, another diamond, or the dust of
one, must be used. The process of polishing these stones by rubbing
two of them together was probably known in Asia a great many years
ago; but it was not introduced into Europe until the middle of the
fifteenth century. The diamond-cutters of Asia preserved the secret
of their work very carefully long after these valuable stones were
brought to Europe. About the middle of the fifteenth century, Louis
Berquen, of Bruges, accidentally discovered that by rubbing two
diamonds together, their surfaces might be cut. The powder obtained in
this way is used for polishing the stone.

The diamond must first be dug from the earth, and if we only knew
where to find them we could doubtless discover richer gems than any
of those now known. The earth which contains the diamond is worked
in the same way as the auriferous gravels, both having been produced
by the same causes. Gold occurs in the beds or streams, by the
disintegration of the rocks, in which it was originally contained,
and their gradual wearing and washing away. Diamonds were originally
contained in the rocks in the same way that gold was held there, and
the process of disintegration has been pretty much the same. Many
of the places where gold is found contained diamonds; and in some
localities in California the sands are now being reworked to obtain
any small particles of gold that may have been left, and also to
obtain diamonds. The original gold-seeker looked only for the yellow
metal. The gold-seeker of to-day searches not only for gold, but for
hard pebbles, which may prove rough diamonds.

[Sidenote: WHERE DIAMONDS ARE FOUND.]

Diamonds are found in various parts of the globe. The most celebrated
diamond regions are those of India, South Africa, and Brazil. The
Indian diamond mines are in various localities, the most famous being
in the vicinity of Golconda. They have been exploited for thousands of
years, and some of the stones now in existence have a history dating
back two thousand years before the Christian era. The diamond mines of
Brazil have latterly yielded more extensively than have the Golconda
mines. At one time, a slave at work in a Brazilian mine struck with
his pick a bed of diamonds which were valued at nearly two millions
of dollars. They were carried to England, and caused a panic in the
diamond market. The supply was the largest ever known to come forward
at one time, and greatly frightened the holders of precious stones,
not only in England, but all over the continent of Europe. If any
individual could be so fortunate as to find a few million dollars’
worth of diamonds at one time, he could create an alarm among the
dealers in precious stones from one end of the world to the other.

The work of obtaining diamonds is not by any means the easiest in
which a man can engage. About the hardest way in the world to obtain
gold is to dig for it, and the same may be said of diamonds. In the
Brazilian mines the earth consists of sand and gravel in the beds of
the streams. It is taken out in the dry season, and piled away where
it can be conveniently washed. Then in the rainy season the washing
begins. Sometimes the men work by hand, as it were; that is, by
taking a quantity of earth in a bowl, or pan, and then, standing in
the middle of the stream, under the eye of a vigilant overseer, they
slowly wash away the sand and dirt, until nothing but pebbles remains.

[Sidenote: DIGGERS AT WORK.]

The pick and shovel are used for breaking up the diamond-bearing
gravels, just as they are used for breaking up earth which contains
gold. The water carries away the clay, and sand, and fine dirt. The
large stones are thrown out, and the finer gravel that remains is
carefully picked over. It is examined in the sunshine, where the light
plays upon the gems, and leads to their detection. The search for the
diamond is always conducted under the eye of a superintendent, so as
to guard against theft. Each diamond-seeker has a little case, made of
reed, and generally ornamented on the outside. The small diamonds are
placed in this case, and every <DW64> who possesses a case which has
once held diamonds is very unwilling to part with it. He regards it
with a superstitious reverence, believing that when it once contains
precious stones it will lead to the discovery of more.

The earth which has been gathered up for washing, if it is not worked
immediately, is placed under a long shed, and when the rainy season
begins, and water becomes abundant, the slaves are assembled for their
duty. In the diamond district of Brazil the sheds are generally about
thirty yards long, and half as wide. They consist simply of upright
posts, and a thatched roof, erected over the spot where the heaps of
gravel are placed. A stream of water is conducted through this shed.
There is a range of sloping troughs, each about three feet wide,
connecting with the streams at the upper end. Opposite the troughs
there are high chairs, where the overseers are stationed.

A slave at each trough takes about a bushel or so of the gravel, and
lets the water in slowly, in order to wash away the gravel and earthy
particles. Then he throws out the largest stones, and examines the
rest, with great care, for diamonds. Whenever he finds one, he stands
upright, clasps his hands, holding the stone between his thumb and
finger, and shows it to the overseer, who receives it.

When a slave finds a stone exceeding seventeen and a half carats
in weight, he is immediately set at liberty. Free papers are given
him, and he cannot again be enslaved. Generally, on such occasions,
a holiday or half-holiday is granted to the <DW64>s about the
establishment. The lucky finder is carried on the shoulders of his
comrades, and when the day ends most of them are in a condition the
reverse of sober.

[Sidenote: DISCOVERY IN BRAZIL.]

In the diamond district of Brazil the diamonds were first discovered
by gold miners, about the year 1730. At first they were ignorant of
the value of the gems, and threw them away as useless. Some of the
stones were sent to the governor of Brazil as curiosities. He supposed
that they were crystals, and by accident a few were carried to Lisbon,
where they happened to be shown to the Dutch consul. The consul was
a diamond sharp, and recognized the true character of the stones. He
immediately caused them to be sent to Holland, where they were cut,
and found to be of great value.

As soon as the character of the stone became generally known, large
quantities of them were gathered and sent from Brazil, and at one time
it seemed as if the diamond market would be ruined. The Portuguese
government took means to secure a monopoly of the trade. The diamond
district was surrounded by well-defined boundaries, which were guarded
with the greatest care. No one was permitted to cross them without a
permit from the superintendent of the mine, and whenever a traveller
who had visited the diamond ground was leaving it, he was obliged to
submit to a thorough examination of himself and baggage. So great
was the vigilance, that, it is said, at one time every traveller
leaving the district was detained three days at the boundary, and
was compelled to swallow medicines whose effect was to prevent his
absconding with any precious stones concealed in his stomach.

A peculiar system was established for the regulation of this
district. Stringent laws were passed to provide for the registering
of the inhabitants, the admission of settlers, and the punishment of
infringements of every kind upon the government monopoly. At first
the diamond mines were rented to private individuals; but so many
frauds were practised, that the government took the matter into its
own hands, and worked the mines under officers of its own appointment.
At present the mines are open to anybody who chooses to work them,
on payment of a tax, which is placed not on the amount of diamonds
obtained, but on the number of men employed. This method of collecting
the tax is much more successful than the old one of levying a royalty
upon the diamonds. The number of men employed can be readily counted,
while, the diamonds being small, they could easily be secreted, and
the payment of the proper tax evaded.

[Sidenote: THE GOLCONDA MINES.]

In Asia the most noted localities for obtaining diamonds are in
various parts of India and the Island of Borneo. Two thousand years
ago the mines of Golconda were the richest on the globe; but for some
time they have been comparatively unproductive.

[Illustration: WORKING A DIAMOND CLAIM IN BRAZIL.]

[Illustration: RIVER WASHING—CRADLING FOR DIAMONDS.]

The working of these mines is carried on very nearly in the same
way as the working of the mines of Brazil. In the Brazilian mines
the slaves and overseers are permitted to wear clothing, though the
slaves are allowed but a very small quantity. Formerly they were
compelled to work naked, to prevent their secreting diamonds. At the
present time the garments they wear are subjected to the most careful
examination. In the mines of India the laborers work entirely nude;
but the temperature is such that they do not suffer on account of the
absence of clothing. In spite of every precaution they manage to steal
diamonds. They secrete them in the hair, unless their hair is cut very
short. They push them into their noses, and hide them in various parts
of their bodies, and in other ways.

In one of the mines of Borneo there was once a laborer who managed
to steal several valuable diamonds. As he wore no clothing when at
work, and underwent the usual examination, he was considered entirely
safe. He escaped with his prizes, became a rich man, lived contented,
and died happy. In his old age he revealed the secret of his diamond
thefts.

[Sidenote: INGENIOUS MODE OF STEALING.]

He had prepared himself for the work with the assistance of a surgeon,
who shared with him the proceeds of the enterprise. The surgeon placed
a ball, somewhat larger than a pea, in the fleshy part of the man’s
thigh; kept down the irritation as much as possible, and allowed the
flesh to grow over the wound, or nearly so. The ball was then taken
out, leaving a comfortable cavity a quarter of an inch below the skin.
A small opening was made, and the skin at the opening was allowed to
grow around a steel rod about half as large as the diameter of the
cavity. In this way a very fine receptacle was formed for the deposit
of the diamond.

It took some time to get it up, but when finished it was entirely
satisfactory, and the man was sure of having his pocket always
about him. When he found a diamond that could be crowded into this
cavity, he would manage to stow it away; and then, at the earliest
opportunity, he repaired to the office of the surgeon, where the
diamond was removed with the aid of a pair of forceps. They did not
strike for the largest diamonds, and were doubtless more successful in
this mode of working than if they had planned their enterprise on a
grander scale.

It is a general principle in chemistry, that when the component parts
of an article are well known, a counterfeit can be produced, provided
the component parts are attainable. But it is not so with the diamond.

For hundreds of years chemists have labored to produce this stone.
They know perfectly well of what it is composed, but they cannot
repeat it. The diamond is nothing more than pure crystallized carbon,
and placed under a great heat it boils and disappears. It is not acted
upon by acids or alkalies, and when kept in the open air, it may be
heated to a high degree without damage. Exposed to the intense heat
produced by a Bunsen burner, it is converted into coke; and if it is
heated in the open air, it boils at the temperature of melting silver,
and disappears in the form of carbonic acid gas. If the sun’s rays are
converged to a focus by means of a lens, and directed upon a diamond
under a bell-glass filled with oxygen gas, the diamond will burn; and
when it is consumed, carbonic acid will be found beneath the glass.
Thus the most precious substance in the known world can be made to
disappear.

[Sidenote: HOW TO KNOW THE VALUE OF DIAMONDS.]

The diamond is sold by its weight, estimated in carats,—a carat being
equal to three and one fourth grains Troy, and subdivided into half,
quarter, eighth, and so on. It is difficult to say what a rough
diamond is worth, since a great many reasons may occur to cause its
fluctuation in value. The ordinary estimate for a cut diamond is sixty
dollars a carat, that is to say, when the stone weighs a single carat.
The price of the diamond exceeding a carat is not in proportion to
its weight, but by the square of the weight, that is to say, to the
weight multiplied by itself. Thus, if a diamond weighing one carat is
worth sixty dollars, one which weighs two carats is worth 2 × 2, and
then multiplied by sixty, or two hundred and forty dollars. A stone of
three carats is worth 3 × 3, multiplied by sixty, or five hundred and
forty dollars. The value, therefore, of a polished diamond is found by
multiplying the square of the weight by the price of a stone of one
carat. This is the rule generally given for the pricing of diamonds;
but the value of each stone varies more or less according to its
character, so that one stone weighing fifteen carats might be worth
three or four thousand dollars more than another stone of the same
weight. The best rule, probably, for obtaining the price of diamonds,
is to ask a man who has them for sale. Diamonds are sold very much
like any other commodity, that is, for the highest price the purchaser
is willing to pay.

Diamonds, especially those of a large size, require, it is needless to
say, great care in keeping, to save them from being stolen. The crown
jewels of England are kept in the Tower of London in an iron cage
surrounded with glass. Some of them are of great antiquity. The crown
jewels include not only diamonds, but some valuable rubies, sapphires,
emeralds, and pearls. The crown contains a heart-shaped ruby, which is
said to have been given to Edward the Black Prince by Don Pedro, King
of Castile, after the battle of Najera, A. D. 1367.

[Sidenote: FAMOUS STONES.]

It was afterwards worn in the helmet of Henry V., at the battle of
Agincourt, in the year 1415.

The crown jewels of France disappeared in 1792, during the troubles of
the first republic, though they were kept under seal, and in the royal
treasury. Some of them were afterwards found buried in an obscure
place, which was named in an anonymous letter sent to the prime
minister. The famous Regent diamond was in this casket.

The Regent diamond is probably the finest and best cut stone in the
world, though it is not the largest. It was named after the Duke of
Orleans, who was regent during the minority of Louis XV. The regent
bought it, in 1717, for one hundred and thirty-five thousand pounds
sterling. It was sold to him by Governor Pitt, who paid twelve
thousand five hundred pounds for it in India five years before. Its
weight before cutting was four hundred and ten carats, and the process
of cutting occupied two years. Its weight was reduced to one hundred
and thirty-six carats, and its present value is estimated at a million
dollars.

Pitt was an unhappy man during the five years he owned the stone. He
carried it with him constantly. He never made known his movements a
day beforehand, nor slept for two nights successively in the same
house.

Another diamond, quite famous in its way, is the “Sancy.” It fell
from the helmet of Charles the Bold at the battle of Granson, and
was picked up by a Swiss soldier. The soldier disposed of it for two
francs, and thought he had made a very good bargain. In 1589 it was
bought by De Sancy, treasurer to Henry IV. of France. In 1792 it
was stolen, and after various adventures, was bought, forty years
afterwards, by Prince Demidoff, who paid for it seventy-five thousand
pounds. It has since been sold for a much smaller sum.

A few years ago a diamond was found in Brazil, and imported into
France under the name of the Star of the South. It was found by a
negress, and bought for a few dollars by a speculator, who obtained
a large return for his investment. Its weight in the rough was two
hundred and fifty-four carats; after cutting, it was one hundred and
twenty-four carats.

Another famous stone, known as the Grand Duke of Tuscany, is of a
yellow color, and weighs one hundred and forty carats.

It was lost at one time, and bought subsequently, it is said, for
a few francs, out of a jeweller’s shop at Florence, the jeweller
supposing that it was only a piece of  crystal.

[Sidenote: THE ORLOFF AND THE KOHINOOR.]

A famous diamond in Russia is the Orloff. It is shaped like an egg,
with an indented hollow in the smaller end. It was found at Landak, in
India, and at one time formed the eye of an idol in a Brahmin temple
at Pondicherry. An enterprising deserter from the French army managed
to have himself shut up in the temple, and during his incarceration
he gouged out this eye of the idol. He attempted to capture the other
eye, but was unsuccessful. He was lucky enough to get away with his
prize, which he sold to a jeweller at Calcutta. After passing through
the hands of various purchasers, it was bought by a Greek merchant,
who sold it to the Empress Catherine for four hundred and fifty
thousand dollars, and an annuity of twenty thousand dollars, with a
title of nobility.

[Illustration: THE ORLOFF.

STAR OF THE SOUTH.

STAR OF THE SOUTH—ROUGH.

THE NASSAC.

THE SHAH.

THE CUMBERLAND.

THE SANCY.

THE DRESDEN.

THE REGENT DIAMOND.

THE KOHINOOR—RECUT.

AUSTRALIAN BRILLIANT.

THE EUGENIE.

REGENT—SIDE VIEW.

THE HOPE.

THE FLORENTINE.

CELEBRATED DIAMONDS OF THE WORLD.]

One of the best known, and probably the most famous, diamonds in the
world is the Kohinoor. It is interesting for the great number of
historical associations connected with it. It is said to have been
worn by an Indian king three thousand years before the Christian era.
From this king the Kohinoor passed through the hands of successive
sovereigns of Central India, until about the beginning of the
fourteenth century, when it was added to the treasures of Delhi by
the Patan monarch Aladdin. In 1739 the Persian monarch Nadir Shah
conquered Delhi, and had an interview with its vanquished ruler. The
latter put on his best garments in order to make as good an impression
as possible. He wrapped a gorgeous turban around his head, and in it
he fastened the Kohinoor.

The Persian conqueror, during the progress of the interview, saw this
diamond, and, in the expressive language of modern days, “went for it.”

He was too polite to capture it by main force, but proposed eternal
peace and friendship to Mohammed Shah, the vanquished ruler of
Delhi. The latter, like Barkis, was willin’, and the two embraced.

“As a token of our friendship,” said Nadir, “let us exchange turbans.”
Mohammed was cornered and obliged to comply, and Nadir walked off with
the prize. But Nadir did not keep it long, as he was assassinated soon
after.

After his death it passed to the hands of Ahmed Shah of Cabool, and
thence through various other hands, until in 1849, when, on the
annexation of the Punjaub to the East India Company’s territory,
it was stipulated that the Kohinoor should be given to the Queen
of England. It was sent to England, and was delivered to the queen
July 3, 1850. It was exhibited at the Crystal Palace in London, but
caused great disappointment by its inability to develop the proper
refraction, unless surrounded by strong lights; in fact, it was much
inferior to its glass model in the Tower. Its name, Mountain of Light,
seemed to be a misnomer.

[Sidenote: RECUTTING THE KOHINOOR.]

An examination was made with a view to recutting it. Scientific
gentlemen were called in, and skilful cutters at Amsterdam were
sent for. After much consultation, it was determined to recut the
stone. The proper machinery was prepared, and set up, and the Duke of
Wellington was required to begin the work.

In cutting a diamond, the stone is firmly embedded in lead at the
end of a stick. Only the portion which is intended to be cut is
exposed at one time. The Kohinoor was properly fixed in its leaden
surrounding, and placed in the hands of the duke. He held it firmly
against a swiftly revolving wheel covered with diamond dust, and in a
little while the first facet was finished. Then the stone was placed
in the hands of the workmen who were to continue the operation; and
when their labors were completed, the Kohinoor was found blazing
brilliantly, and justified its title as the Mountain of Light.

The largest and most valuable diamond in the world, so far as known,
is presumed to be the one so long owned by the Sultan of Matan,
Borneo. It weighs three hundred and sixty-nine carats, and is valued
at five million dollars—a very good piece of property to have; but it
is said to be so carefully kept, that no ordinary diamond thief can
obtain it.

[Sidenote: ARTIFICIAL DIAMONDS.]

Though diamonds cannot be made artificially, they can be imitated, and
the imitation is almost perfect. Several French manufacturers of bogus
diamonds have obtained high reputation for their skill. Flint, white
sand, and silver are the substances used; at least they are said to be
the substances, though there is doubtless some other material added
which the manufacturers do not mention. These fraudulent diamonds, in
weight, color, and brilliancy, are almost identical with the genuine
ones, and some of them have even deceived the dealers. They will
stand some, but not all, the tests applied to diamonds. They reflect
the light perfectly, but are apt to grow dim in a few weeks, and
require fresh polishing. The diamonds sold in New York under the name
of Alaska, Australia, or California diamonds are mostly of French
manufacture, and were never seen in the locality whose name is applied
to them.

False diamonds have become so common among certain classes of
Americans as to cause the real diamond to be used very rarely among
other classes. During the prosperity of the famous Tammany Ring, false
diamonds blazed on many a political shirt-front, where they could be
seen and admired of men.

The followers of the Ring politicians were generally equipped with
false diamonds; but the great leaders, like Tweed and his companions,
decorated, or were supposed to decorate, themselves with the genuine
article.

There are many strange stories told in connection with diamonds. We
have already seen through what vicissitudes the famous diamonds have
passed.

A story is told of a French prince, who, while travelling, was
attacked by robbers. He had intrusted a valuable diamond to a faithful
servant. The servant was slain, but the master escaped. He returned
subsequently to the scene of the fight, and sought for the diamond,
but could nowhere find it. At last he bethought himself to examine the
body of his attendant, when he found that the latter had swallowed
the diamond to preserve it.

[Sidenote: A FORTUNATE ACTOR.]

Some years ago an actor, looking through an old clothes shop in
London, found a pair of slippers decorated with glass beads, and
suited to a character he was about to play. He bought them for a
trifle, paying two or three shillings for them. He wore them on the
evening of his performance, and used to leave them lying carelessly
about the theatre. He had them a year or more before discovering, as
he did, by accident, that the supposed beads were diamonds, and that
the shoes which had cost him a few shillings were worth thousands of
pounds. He sold them soon after making the discovery, and retired upon
the fortune so easily obtained. He never took the trouble to ascertain
their previous character or history.

About twenty years ago, in a gaming-house in New York, a gambler, who
may be called Smith, put up a ring as a stake, against an outside
player for a hundred dollars. The player—I call him Jones for sake of
convenience,—won the ring and went away with it. Smith had received
the ring a short time before as a present, and was told at the time
that it was false, or, as it is generally called, “paste.” Jones took
the ring next day to a jeweller, and asked what it was.

The jeweller said, “It is paste—worth about two dollars.”

“Have you a genuine stone like it?” Jones asked of the jeweller.

“Yes,” was the reply, “I have one exactly resembling it, worth five
hundred dollars.”

“Will you take out the paste and set the genuine stone in its place,”
asked Jones, “provided I leave you its value as security, and pay you
for the use of it?”

“Certainly,” was the reply; and the bargain was quickly settled. The
change was made, and Jones walked away with the ring.

[Sidenote: HOW A GAMBLER WAS CAUGHT.]

That evening he was in the same gaming-house, and was chaffed by
the friends of Smith on obtaining a paste ring against a stake of
a hundred dollars. Jones insisted that the ring was genuine, and
offered to back his opinion with a bet of a hundred dollars. The
bet was taken, and it was agreed that Jones, Smith, and a person
selected by the two, should go together to the prominent jewellers and
ascertain the value of the ring.

Next day they visited the stores, and jeweller after jeweller examined
the stone, and pronounced it genuine, and worth four or five hundred
dollars. Most of them were ready to give four hundred dollars for it.

The bet was paid, and Jones departed to drive with a friend up town;
but on his way he called at the jeweller’s, exchanged the genuine
stone for the paste, obtained his five hundred dollars he had left on
deposit, paid for the use of the diamond, and slipped away.

That evening he was again at the gambling-house, and rallied Smith on
having sold himself. Smith acknowledged that he had been deceived, but
he never supposed the ring was worth anything, and was surprised to
find that the stone was genuine.

“Well,” said Jones, “I don’t wish to take any mean advantage of your
stakes; you staked that ring for a hundred dollars, and the jewellers
said it is worth four or five hundred dollars. For a hundred dollars,
the amount of your stake, you can have it back again.”

Smith bit at the offer, paid the hundred dollars, and received the
ring. Jones departed, and did not return. Imagine the disgust of Smith
when he subsequently found out the real state of affairs.




XXVI.

THE DIAMOND FIELDS OF SOUTH AFRICA.

     MODE OF REACHING THEM—THEIR EXTENT AND RICHNESS—THE YIELD OF
     THE MINES—CHARACTER OF THE AFRICAN DIAMONDS—MODE OF WORKING—THE
     <DW64>s AND THEIR PECULIARITIES—DU TOIT’S PAN—KIMBERLEY—COLESBERG
     KOPJE—LIFE IN THE FIELDS—DUST STORMS AND HEAVY RAINS—A WHIRLWIND
     AND ITS EFFECTS—CAUGHT IN A STORM—INDIVIDUAL INSTANCES OF GOOD
     LUCK—A DIAMOND ON A BURST.

[Illustration: THE DIAMOND FIELDS OF SOUTH AFRICA.]


The owners of diamonds, and those who buy and sell the gems, were
thrown into great consternation, a few years ago, by the announcement
of the discovery of immense diamond deposits in South Africa. As
usual, when rich deposits of precious stones or precious metals are
known to have been found, there was a great rush for the newly-opened
region. Many persons imagined they had only to land at some point
on the coast of South Africa, and the first touch of the pick or
spade would bring them fortune in the shape of Koh-i-noors by the
thousands. Many of them found their mistake long ago. On the other
hand, many others have been handsomely rewarded for their enterprise
and exertion. The diamond fields of South Africa have created some
large fortunes, and a great many small ones. “Lucky finds” have been
numerous, and the diamonds seem to be pretty well distributed in the
valleys where they exist.

The regular route to the diamond fields is by way of Cape Town,
Cape of Good Hope. Cape Town is an interesting city of about thirty
thousand inhabitants, picturesquely situated on Table Bay. The diamond
fields are about seven hundred miles distant. There are no railways
in that region, and the most rapid conveyance is by the mail-coach,
which makes the journey in about six or seven days. A slower and
cheaper conveyance is by ox or horse teams, generally the former. The
route is not a picturesque one. Those who imagine beautiful valleys,
wide-spreading plains, open prairies thickly covered with luxuriant
grass, with a horizon of rugged mountains, will be disappointed with
the reality. The plains are generally treeless and stony, many of the
hills are barren, and the very settlements along the route are quite
too dirty and dilapidated to be attractive. Several rivers are to be
crossed, some of them very muddy, and some of them abounding with
quicksand.

On some of the plains, the oxen suffer for want of grass and water,
and the cruel beatings they receive from the hands of their Hottentot
drivers are exceedingly disagreeable to sensitive travelers. The
Hottentots carry a whip of Rhinoceros hide, known by the name of
“shambok.” It is quite analagous to the “courbash” of the Egyptians.
It resembles a small, long, flexible cane, and is capable of drawing
blood at every stroke when handled by an artist. From twenty-five to
forty days are consumed in the journey with ox wagons, and when the
traveler reaches his destination, he feels very much as though he had
been run through a cotton-picker.

[Sidenote: DU TOIT’S PAN.]

The diamond fields are first reached at Du Toit’s Pan, and the
traveler suddenly finds himself in the midst of great activity. The
ground is cut and seamed in all directions, and the pits whence the
diamonds are taken, are, in many instances, two hundred feet deep. The
mode of working in these mines is somewhat different from that of gold
mining. In the first place, the white miners are not strictly miners
at all, as they universally employ the natives to do the work, and
their own occupation is simply that of overseer. The natives work for
a sum equal to about five dollars a week and their board. They are of
four different nations, and a miner thus describes them:

[Sidenote: THE NATIVE MINERS.]

“The handsomest and most trustworthy race are the Zulu Caffres of
Natal and Caffraria. The next are the Basutos. Third are the thievish
and drunken Hottentots, and fourth, the Koraunas, small, ugly, and
contemptible beings, despised by all the rest, and of no use to the
diggers, owing to their unconquerable laziness. I always admired a
Zulu. There was one living near our tent, a model for a sculptor.
He would sometimes cross my path, with his long steady strides, his
blanket hanging around him in graceful folds like the toga of a Roman
senator. One hand grasped the robe, and allowed freedom of motion,
while the other would be crossed on his breast. In his woolly locks,
braided and arranged neatly on his head, would appear feathers of
different wild birds, while underneath his massive brow shone a pair
of eyes—coal-black eyes—with such long lashes that they reminded me
of eyes in eastern pictures. A man with such orbs as his could speak
were he deaf and dumb. An aquiline nose, with inflated nostrils,
overshadowed a delicately curved mouth, full of firmness and pride.
Below was the massive chin of statesmen and conquerors. In fact, he
was a model man in ebony.”

The natives will only work a short time. When they have accumulated
a certain amount of money, they purchase arms and ammunition and go
home. They are good-tempered, obedient, and faithful, and do not spend
much money upon dress. Sometimes they get themselves up gorgeously,
and a wardrobe sufficient for an ordinary white man will dress at
least a dozen <DW64>s. One will deck himself with a coat, another with
a hat, another will consider himself finely arrayed in a paper collar,
while a pair Of trousers will be sufficient for two, if properly
divided. An odd boot, shoe, or stocking, or an old shirt that reaches
perhaps as far as the waist, is considered the proper thing for polite
society in <DW64> land.

The discovery of diamonds in South Africa was made in the year 1870.
A traveler through those regions stopped one night at a farm-house,
and found the children playing with some pebbles. One of the
pebbles attracted his attention, and he bought it for a trifle. He
subsequently sold it, at Cape Town, for three thousand dollars. He
bought another from a <DW64>, which he sold for fifty-six thousand
dollars, making a very fair margin of profit on his transaction. When
the natives found these stones were of value, they began to search
for them, and a great many were brought in. Then began the rush for
the diamond fields. Great numbers of people went there from Cape Town,
and as the news spread to England and to other countries, there was
considerable excitement concerning the South African fields. The place
where the diamonds were found is in an extensive district of country
belonging to Dutch farmers.

[Sidenote: GARNET AS AN INDICATOR.]

The surface indication of a diamond mine are numerous garnets, which
are not of any particular value. The general rule is that wherever the
garnet is found, one is pretty certain to find diamonds. At first,
the principal diggings were at a place on the Vaal river, where there
was an abundance of water. The gravel was taken to the river and
washed, and the diamonds were separated from the worthless stones.
Only the earth was allowed to float away, as it was possible that
some large and valuable gems might be carried off with the smaller
stones. When the stones had been separated from the earth, they were
carefully sorted, and in a short time the miners became very expert at
recognizing the gems.

The diamond fields of South Africa, covering an area of perhaps one
thousand square miles, are between longitude 24° and 28° east, and
latitude 27° and 30° south. It is estimated that, down to the end
of 1876, eighty-five million dollars worth of diamonds had been
taken out, and this estimate does not include thousands of stones
that were carried directly to England by their owners, and did not
pass through the market at Cape Town. Diamond owners would have been
ruined completely by the African discoveries, had it not been for the
fact that the great majority of the diamonds found there are of poor
quality. Professor Lenant, who has given considerable attention to
the matter, says that of the Cape diamonds, about ten per cent. may
be classified as first quality, fifteen per cent. of the second, and
twenty-five per cent. of the third. The remainder, under the name
of “bort,” is employed in cutting diamonds and for various other
purposes, by the lapidary, by the engineer in rock drills, for cutting
glass, and similar purposes.

[Sidenote: DIFFICULTIES OF MINING.]

Unfortunately for the miners at the Cape, there is a very short supply
of water. If they could have adopted the system of hydraulic mining to
their work, they would have saved enormous labor and expense. At many
of the fields which are distant from the rivers, the gravel is removed
by means of buckets, drawn up by long ropes, and it very often happens
that a single heavy rain of a few hours, will destroy the entire labor
of months, the pit becomes filled with water, and there will be no way
of extracting it except by evaporation, or by the laborious process of
hoisting or pumping. One of the fields, known as Colesberg Kopje, fell
off, in one year, more than fifty per cent. from the yield of previous
years, in consequence of the heavy caving and floodings caused by the
rains. The value of claims in that region has gradually fallen, and so
desperate is the condition that, at last accounts, money was loaned
upon mining licenses at the rate of ten per cent. a month, with a
foreclosure at the end of the first month if the interest was not paid.

At the diamond camp, the small stones form the basis of value.
They might be used for currency except for one fact. Gold dust, in
California, was used for currency, for a long time. Its value, of
course, is directly proportioned to its weight, a pound nugget being
worth exactly twelve times as much as an ounce nugget of the same
fineness, but the value of diamonds increases with enormous rapidity
as they grow heavier, so they cannot be put in bunch or weighed out
the same as gold. Transactions frequently take place in diamonds, and
the amount of exchange is often very difficult to compute.

The last region of which we have any account is known as Kimberley,
and a city of ten thousand inhabitants, with banks, hotels, churches,
and theaters, has grown up there. In its general features, it is not
unlike a frontier city in California or Colorado, except that its
streets are filled with carts carrying earth away from the diggings,
and with great numbers of <DW64>s who come to work in the mines. The
diamonds are found in a conglomerate which is dug up from the bottom
of what has once been a deep cañon. At Kimberley, the cañon is two
hundred feet deep, and one thousand feet across. When one descends
into this place, it is almost impossible to hear the human voice, on
account of the noise made by the wheels and buckets, and the picks,
shovels, and other tools of the miners. In the early times of the
mining excitement at the Cape, the <DW64>s were reasonably honest, but
association with the white man has made them otherwise. When they can
steal the diamonds they do so. They will secrete them in their ears,
their mouths, or their noses, and a <DW64> has been known to work an
entire day with two or three diamonds concealed between his toes.

[Sidenote: HOW AN ENGLISHMAN LOST A DIAMOND.]

An interesting story is told of how an Englishman lost, one day, a
valuable diamond, through his impetuosity. He had found a very large
and fine stone at the bottom of his pit, and was coming up the ladder,
carrying the diamond in his mouth. A <DW64> happened to shake the top
of the ladder, whereupon the Englishman proceeded to swear at him, as
an Englishman might be expected to do. The result was, the diamond
fell from his mouth down into the pit or into a neighboring one, and
its whereabouts was never discovered by the unlucky finder. We have
heard of mouths that speak pearls, but it is rarely the case that one
hears of a mouth swearing diamonds.

In the early days at the diamond mines, there was a good deal of
rioting and trouble. There was not much observance of law, mainly
for the reason that there was no law. But at present, every thing
is orderly and peaceable. The diamond fields are partly in regions
controlled by the British government, and partly in the Republic
of the Orange Free States. The latter country became known to many
Americans through the Centennial Exhibition at Philadelphia, in
1876. It had a small display, but a very attractive one. First and
foremost, of course, were the diamonds in the rough, which included
many specimens of stones, varying in color and size. Then came a
quantity of the soil in which the gems are found, and then the pebbles
which accompany the diamonds. Copper, iron, and other ores were
exhibited; many excellent specimens of leather were displayed; there
was a collection of stuffed birds; there were tusks of ivory, skins
of various wild beasts, specimens of wool, and a model of the carts
used to convey it to the coast. The great business of the country is
in grazing, and the sheep and cattle in its limits may be counted by
millions. Its population is estimated at about one hundred thousand,
of which three-fourths are whites. Of late years, the farmers have
found an excellent market for many articles of produce, by taking them
to the diamond mines.

[Sidenote: SCENE AT AN AUCTION.]

The scene at the sale of edibles is a curious one. As the fields
became thickly populated, there was a great demand for fruits and
vegetables, and the farmers sent in everything they could spare. At
one time, oranges sold for twenty-five cents each, potatoes for seven
cents a pound, and eggs one dollar and twenty-five cents a dozen.
Nearly everything was sold at auction, the farmers arranging the
things in lots to suit purchasers, and then submitting them to the
care of the market master. The scene at an auction is thus described:

“At seven o’clock in the morning, the market master mounts a stool,
and business commences. An eager crowd surrounds him, of all colors
and nations, yelling, talking, laughing, and making themselves merry,
when suddenly a dead silence falls on the reckless assemblage, as a
pail of eggs are held up to their gaze. ‘Now, how much for the eggs,
at per dozen?—one shilling bid?’ A dozen heads bob in the affirmative.
Two shillings; three. The price rises, until the man with the long
purse becomes their owner. Up goes a pumpkin. A rush by the crowd.
Every eye seeks that of the auctioneer. Every man wants to bid; but in
the twinkling of an eye it’s gone. ‘For how much?’ an outsider asks
of another. ‘Cheap at three “bob”’ (shillings), he answers. Up goes
another pumpkin, and another, until very likely a whole wagon-load is
disposed of, at prices which make the old Boer’s face wrinkle with
smiles. Next there is a scramble to get exactly over a heap of fine
potatoes which are to be sold. Two or three weaker ones get upset in
the rush, while a dense circle of giant and muscular diggers surrounds
the center of attraction. Of course the unlucky outsiders have no
chance of catching the market-master’s eye, and, in self-defense,
form an opposition circle around the next pile, each one mentally
calculating the amount of ‘tin’ he is prepared to stake on the produce
before him. This exciting work goes on until nine o’clock, when the
crowd of diggers, having purchased everything eatable, leave for their
claims, while the lucky owners of the wagons crowd into the little
market-office, eager to receive the price of their loads, and to
‘trek’ away from the city of tents.”

[Sidenote: STRUGGLING WITH NATURE.]

The diamond fields are subject to heavy rains, and also to very sudden
and furious winds. The amount of dust and flies in circulation, is
quite uncalculable. One visitor says that the flies, troublesome as
they are, are much more agreeable than the dust. “Although persecuting
one most incessantly by day, night puts a stop to their torments,
while no sooner does a puff of air come from yonder plain, than you
inhale a volume of dust—not the earthy, loamy dust of agricultural
land, but the whitish-gray lung powder which has been refined by
the action of shovel and sieve, until it is as light as air. It
impregnates your food, your hair is like a door mat, and your eyes
have a chronic soreness, as though a thousand delicate needles were
pricking into the eyeballs, while your body is chafed and sore from
the friction of dusty clothes. All this is unpleasant; but we will
suppose that the gentle wind has increased to a howling tempest, that
storm clouds fill the sky, and tents shake to the breeze; then, and
then only, do the diggers reach the climax of misery. From hundreds
of sieves, and hundreds of conical dust heaps, the wind gathers its
load, and, like some malicious fiend, sweeps through the camp, turning
the light of day into a hideous yellow twilight, circling around
unprotected tents, and through all the seams and cracks, filling
them full of floating dust. The diggers sneeze, cough, weep, and for
relief rush into the open air, or more properly, into an air of lime,
where, utterly choked and blinded, they fall on their faces, there to
gasp for breath, like a dying turtle, and curse the day they saw the
fields.

“This sometimes continues for hours: business is suspended; people
desert their claims, and shut themselves up in their dwellings; the
streets are abandoned to the dogs, and no one has rest until the wind
falls, or a blessed shower turns dust to mud. Whirlwinds of any size
or power are always considered unpleasant visitors, and in Du Toit’s
Pan they still keep up their reputation. They do not actually tear
things upside down, and ruin whole tracts of country, as our Western
tornadoes do, but they have an elevating influence, which tents,
unfortunately, find it hard to resist, and try their hand at some
mischievous trick, which involuntarily makes the sufferer shake his
fist at the receding column, as if it was some naughty boy with a
smart pair of legs. Now, a broad-brimmed hat leaves its owner’s head
with a rush, and when he clears his sight, and spies it majestically
revolving two or three hundred feet above him, and evidently having
a through ticket for the distant plain, his heart sinks within him,
and he mournfully descends his heap to purchase another, or lets his
‘angry passions rise,’ and flails his Caffre for ‘hooraying’ at the
exciting spectacle. Again, a digger is industriously sorting on a
light table. He has nearly finished his work, when, on looking up, he
sees that which makes him shut his eyes, hermetically seal his lips,
and bob his head under the table. It is an unlucky position, for the
whirlwind upsets the table on his head. It skins his face, and then
dives down the adjoining hole, on top of some affrighted black, while
the column of wind and sand rushes on, increasing in size and power
until it appears on the edge of the camp, to the dismay of all ladies
on the streets, all cooks in their canvas or open-air kitchens, and
all owners of crazy or dilapidated tents. A minute or two more, it is
a thing of the past. The damage is done. The column is far out on the
dreary plain, and people resume their occupations.

“One spring day, a tent-maker who lived by us, had placed a large
and light frame tent upon the edge of the road, without fastening it
in any way to the ground. He was warned not to leave it so exposed,
but it being a calm day, the advice was neglected. About an hour
after, he was inside, busy decorating its walls with red tape, when
a sudden and violent whirlwind swept off the claims in all its dusty
majesty, and careering down the road, encountered the unfortunate
tent. A moment more, it rose in the air like a balloon, the astounded
tent-maker vainly hanging to its ribs, until, seeing it was bound to
go up, he dropped out, like an apple from a tree. Up it went, whirling
with frightful velocity, and pursuing the course of the road, until it
knocked fiercely against the gable of a neighboring canteen. In went
the roof, while out came the inmates, amidst the smash of bottles and
the running of brandy. On and on, and round and round, went the tent,
until, espying a jaunty little canvas house which defied wind and
rain, in a fit of jealousy it went into it, and, with a grand smash,
both lay in ribbons on the ground, while the disgusted tent-maker
settled a bill for two ruined houses, instead of being paid for
erecting one.

“During the summer months, rain-storms, with heavy thunder and
lightning, are frequent. They generally approach with a violent
breeze, sharp lightning, and loud thunder. The clouds are all in
motion, crossing and meeting each other, while along the face of the
nimbus, or storm-cloud, is a heavy gray pall of vapor. This is much
lower than the rain-cloud, and when close to the earth, portends
a fearful storm. The gathering blackness, increased by clouds of
dust, the zigzag lightning, the hoarse, reverberating sound of the
thunder, and the moaning wind, all strike the spectator with awe.
He gazes around him out on the distant plain, where all is dreary
and somber; at the immense gray mounds of the claims, deserted, and
looking ghostly and unearthly against their pitchy background—and the
storm is upon us. Some ominous rain-drops strike the tent, a flash of
lightning blinds, a peal of thunder stuns, and the gates of heaven
open. The war of the tempest drowns all other sound, the tent shakes
and trembles beneath the blast, while rivers of water course down the
street, cutting great gullies in the road, and quickly undermining
any protective earth-work the digger has placed around him. Soon the
canvas begins to leak, and the inmates of the tent stand in dripping
silence, listening to the war of the elements. One night, our Caffres
were drowned out by one of these heavy storms. They generally slept in
a large, circular fire-place of three feet deep, just sufficient to
keep the cold from them, and thus were snugly ensconced when it began
to rain. Above the fire-place was a hollow which drained into it. As
this drainage was very unpleasant, and often, in heavy rains, flooded
out the fire, we built a dam against it as a protection. On the night
in question, it rained so fast the hollow was soon a sheet of water,
which pressed with such force against the dam that it gave way. In
an instant, the fire-place was full to overflowing, and the Caffres,
thus rudely awakened, gave one mighty yell as the waters covered
them. Aroused by the noise, I peeped forth as they were struggling
out, their black heads showing around the edge of the fire-place like
those of so many hippopotami. After getting out, and giving some
hearty shakes, they commenced fishing up their bed-clothes from the
treacherous flood. Long before sunrise, next morning, they were at
the tent door, calling loudly for ‘soupies,’ or what we denominate
‘eye-openers,’ and certainly their condition, after what they had gone
through, demanded relief.”

[Sidenote: THE LUCKY ONES.]

Some of the stories told about the diamond finds are decidedly
attractive. Some of the earlier miners made large fortunes in a short
time. They had nothing to pay for their ground, and found from one
to twenty diamonds every day. When the price of claims went up, they
sold out, anywhere from two to ten thousand dollars, and went home.
One man made fifty thousand dollars in a month, divided his claim into
six parts, sold each part for one thousand five hundred dollars, and
went away satisfied. A ship was wrecked on the coast. The captain, of
course, was a very unfortunate man. Not knowing what to do, he went
to the diamond fields, where he stayed three months, and went away
with seventy-five thousand dollars. A Dutch Boer found, in one day,
thirty-one diamonds, which weighed respectively thirty-three carats,
eighteen, fifteen, nine, seven and a half, and other smaller ones.
He went away from the fields, and on returning, after an absence of
a month, his black servants, whom he had left in charge, turned over
to him more than three hundred diamonds. One man found a stone, at
the end of four days’ work, which brought him, in clean cash, eighty
thousand dollars.

[Sidenote: A CURIOUS FACT ABOUT DIAMONDS.]

A curious fact about the diamond is that it sometimes bursts. The
experts at the Cape can generally determine, by examining a stone,
whether it will burst or not. When first taken out, a small speck is
seen in it. If it is put aside in a dry place, it is in fragments
by the next morning. The miners keep such a stone in water or oil,
generally, until they find somebody green enough to buy it. The
bursting is caused by disappearance of moisture in the stone, and, of
course, it is retained there as long as the stone is kept moist.




XXVII.

THE UNDER-WORLD OF PARIS.

     THE IMMORALITY AND LICENTIOUSNESS OF THE CAPITAL.—COMPARISON
     WITH OTHER CITIES.—FRENCH ETHICS AND LITERATURE.—DIFFERENT
     GRADES OF THE DEMI-MONDE.—THE TRUE STORY OF CAMILLE.—THE
     GARDENS ON THE SEINE.—THE DANCES AND THE DANCERS.—THE PETITS
     SOUPERS OF THE COCOTTES.—AFTER-MIDNIGHT SCENES.—ACTRESSES AND
     CHAMPAGNE.—ADVENTURESSES AND CHÂTEAU MARGAUX.—INTERIOR OF A
     THIEF’S DEN AND MURDERER’S CELLAR.—BLOODTHIRSTY VIRAGOES AND
     DESPERATE CUTTHROATS.


The demi-monde is aptly named; for, while it is so eminently worldly,
the world rejects it, and in most instances assumes to be unconscious
of its existence. In the French capital it is accepted as a fact, and
it can hardly be any more dangerous there on that account, than it is
in cities where it is ignored. The French have gained the reputation,
but without any good reason, of being much more immoral than other
nations. We Americans are constantly asserting this, and our iteration
has had the effect, no doubt, of inducing us to believe that we are
a great deal better than they. Our assumptions are unquestionably
loftier, and we are more anxious to hide our defects; but that we
have fewer vices, setting aside our pretences, and stripping off our
shams, must not be too hastily admitted. It is to the disadvantage of
the modern Gauls that on many subjects they are inclined to say what
they think, while we are disposed to think what we do not say. They,
too, take human nature as they find it, as it has been from the first;
having no expectation of changing it by shutting it up on one side,
and giving it free vent on the other.

French authors are not at all squeamish or puritanical, and are
addicted to the treatment of themes which we discuss only in private.
The cities of France, notably Paris, do not robe themselves in
external sanctity, careless of the inner quality of their ethical
raiment, and, on account of their openness of speech and deportment,
they are gravely misjudged.

[Sidenote: THE WORST CITY IN THE WORLD.]

Paris is bad enough, Heaven knows; but that it is the wickedest city
on the globe, as is frequently asserted, must be taken with large
grains of allowance. The wickedest of cities are numerous. Not only
has Paris that reputation, but Vienna, Naples, St. Petersburg, Berlin,
London, New York, have it also. Even Boston, the centre of the land of
steady habits and high moral ideas, is pronounced by many persons, who
know it intimately, as unequalled for private profligacy. Stockholm,
in the far and frozen north, where the temperature might be fancied to
freeze the evil passions before they could have full play, has often
been declared more immoral than Paris, Naples, Vienna, or London. In
proportion to the population, there are more illegitimate children
born in Stockholm, it is said, than in any other capital of Europe;
and as marriage is held to be the best and purest condition of men and
women, this extraordinary extent of illegitimacy must be interpreted
to the Swedish city’s discredit.

It is all folly to arraign any particular community as worse than
another. Communities are like the individuals who make them up. This
has certain defects which that has not. Circumstances and conditions
produce different results in different places; but, on the whole,
mankind, when thoroughly understood, will be found very similar in
most of the centres of civilization.

As Paris is acknowledged to be the capital of gayety and pleasure,
and as morals are left there to take their natural course rather
than to be hampered without benefit, Paris is the best place to
observe human nature in its disapproved relations. The demi-monde is
opposed to the grand-monde, and ought to represent, therefore, not
only women of a peculiar class, but the members of both sexes whom
society, as the expression of conventionality, refuses to acknowledge.
The demi-monde, in this sense, means the under-world, nowhere so
interesting a study as on the Seine.

[Sidenote: CHARACTER OF THE UNDER-WORLD.]

Outwardly, the French capital is most decorous. Vice shows like
virtue because it is relieved of grossness; even more, is softened
and rounded with grace. You do not see there, as in London or New
York, repulsive and revolting scenes. You do not encounter drunken and
disgusting men: you do not hear women, who have unsexed themselves,
indulging in ribaldry and profanity in the public thoroughfares, or
anywhere else in fact. Everybody and everything appears so proper that
inexperienced and innocent souls have expressed their astonishment
at the ill fame the city has acquired, and have concluded that its
bad name is undeserved. Promenading on the Boulevards or riding on
the Champs Elysées, they are unable to distinguish the Faubourg St.
Germain from the Quartier Latin—the upper-world from the under-world.

[Illustration: GRAND AVENUE OF THE CHAMPS ELYSEES, PARIS.]

It is estimated that more than fifty thousand of the women of Paris
live in a state of concubinage, which, in a population of two
millions, is something enormous. The proportion is startling, but more
from the facility attained there for procuring statistics than from
the fact itself. Actualities, whether painful or not, are known and
recorded in that capital, instead of being unsuspected, as they are
likely to be elsewhere. This vast number of unchaste women are by no
means professional courtesans,—probably five thousand would include
all of these,—but embrace half a dozen grades of illicit relations.

[Sidenote: CAUSE OF PARISIAN WICKEDNESS.]

The causes that contribute to prostitution in France are, first, the
unwillingness of men of education and position to marry girls who are
poor, and can therefore have no marriage portion. Wedlock among the
Parisians is far less sentimental and romantic than it is with us. It
a species of one-sided covenant and partnership, in which the wife is
expected to be loyal, and the husband to do as he pleases. He cares
less for sympathy and affinity than he would if he did not expect to
seek them outside of the domestic circle. He marries generally for
practical reasons; because it will benefit him socially, or be of
substantial advantage. In consequence of this, young women in humble
circumstances are little likely to be wedded. They have hearts if they
have not incomes, and when their affections are enlisted, they listen
to the voice of Nature without waiting for the sanction of the priest.
It is not the custom, either, in France for men or women to wed out of
their station, though love or passion does not respect social lines or
distinctions in that country more than in any other. Hence it may be
seen that unwedded wives must be numerous in Paris.

Another cause is the draft that the army makes upon the young men of
the country. Compelled to enter the military service before they are
married, their habits are such, after they have remained in the army
the allotted time, as do not conduce to matrimony. The whole land is
drained for the sake of steel-and-gunpowder parade. Thousands and tens
of thousands of people who have no interest whatever in, and are only
made the worse for, war, are compelled to furnish its sinews at a
ruinous cost to themselves.

Still another cause is the number of illegitimate children, who,
regarded as the children of the state, are reared and educated by the
state, and at a certain age are left to provide for themselves. Many
of the young men seek military service, while the young women, for
the most part, become what their mothers have been before them. Their
tastes and their ideas are superior to their rank. They are unwilling
to look for husbands in a lower grade, and cannot secure them in a
higher. Gallants and lovers, however, are abundant and persevering,
and under the circumstances seldom woo in vain. France, moreover,
tolerates, if it does not encourage, relations that other countries
raise their hands in holy horror at. It does not act on the conviction
that the absence of one virtue expels all the other virtues; it
refuses to brand and ostracize a woman because she has merely been
unfortunate, or to make her responsible for the wrong she has
sustained at the hands of man. France, it must be admitted, is juster
to women than other nations are, for it gives them an opportunity to
be independent and advance themselves, even though they have committed
what we might regard as the unpardonable sin.

[Sidenote: THE DIFFERENT GRADES.]

The first circle of the demi-monde in Paris and other French cities,
though it is not so called, includes the educated and rather refined
women I have mentioned, who from poverty, dependence, or want of fixed
position, cannot marry in the rank to which they properly belong.
Their antecedents shape their destiny, and they hardly regard the
relation they have been accustomed to consider inevitable as they
would regard it had they been differently trained, and had the ethics
of the nation been less liberal.

The second circle is represented largely by the grisettes. Many
of them marry, and live domestically all their lives; but many
others have a gay and coquettish disposition, prefer lovers to
husbands, excitement to routine, display to conventionality, and the
exhilarations of to-day to the serenities of to-morrow. These are
truly of the half world, for they are half married, and yet wholly
independent. They live with their masculine friends; take care of
their apartments; are their companions at concerts, balls, and
theatres, in the evening; and yet they have their regular daily duties
at the shops where they are employed. They are not isolated; they
have society of their own; are contented, cheerful, and often enjoy
themselves better than the women who have been honored by wedlock.

The most showy and best defined type of the demi-monde is the
adventuress, who is the popular representative of the entire class.
The French playwrights have delineated her fully, and made her
familiar to everybody. “Camille,” and “The Marble Heart,” have
heroines of this sort. The former drama treats her sentimentally, and
the latter cynically. She is not so generous and self-sacrificing as
Camille, nor so selfish and sordid as Marco. After Alexandre Dumas
wrote “Camille,” and achieved such astonishing success, another
Parisian _littérateur_ composed “The Marble Heart” as an offset to it,
declaring Marco to be the real, instead of the ideal lorette.

[Sidenote: TRUE STORY OF CAMILLE.]

The story of “Camille,” or “La Dame aux Camelias,” as it is termed
in the original, is founded very largely on fact. The central figure
of Dumas’ pathetic drama had genuine existence. Her name was Marie
Duplessis. She was as lovely in person and as elegant in manner as she
is portrayed on the stage. Indeed, the theatric picture was almost
a photograph, and the incidents of Marie’s life have been closely
followed. The Armand was a young and excessively romantic physician,
who, having met the beautiful cocotte at an opera ball, fell so
desperately in love with her that he wished to make her his wife.
She had too much good sense and prudence, independent of feeling, to
permit such a sacrifice; but his devotion and generosity touched her
nearly, and soon awoke an answering passion. In spite of her errors,
she seems to have been intrinsically a fine and noble woman, who,
under favorable circumstances, might have been pure and true. So much
was she impressed by his chivalry that she cast off her admirers,
purchased a handsome villa near Versailles, and begged her new lover
to share it with her. He did so; for he was infatuated with Marie,
and would not listen to the sober counsels of his family and friends.
His father, in very moderate circumstances, was sorely troubled at
the conduct of his son, who had no thought nor care for anything but
his mistress. The old gentleman, unable to influence the head-strong
boy, sought an interview with the lady of the camellias, and begged
her to break off the connection. She undertook the task, and succeeded
where his family had failed. Her success, however, was obtained at the
expense of truth and her own heart; for she made her lover believe
that her attachment to him was waning.

Armand, with all the gloom of the Inferno weighing upon his spirits,
went to Italy, trusting that absence and travel would enable him
to forget the woman he now deemed unworthy of him. He was gone a
twelvemonth. He bore separation much better than she, as men usually
do. Before half that time the charming lorette fell ill and died.
The doctors asserted that her ailment was consumption, but the poets
insisted it was a clear case of broken heart. Her death, with her
previous history and romantic reformation, moved the curiosity and
appealed to the sentiment of Paris, especially after the tale had been
told in gushing style, and in any number of short paragraphs in one of
the gossipping journals.

When the villa at Versailles was advertised for sale, with its
elegant furniture and dainty articles of virtu, a crowd gathered, and
the bidding was so spirited by reason of active competition, that
everything brought nearly double its actual value. Dumas, then quite
young, was present, and secured, as a memento, a handsome ring which
Marie had worn.

Six months after, some one called at Dumas’ house to see him
personally. The author found the stranger to be a pale and melancholy
young man, who said he had come with the hope of buying the ring that
had been purchased at the sale. Further conversation revealed the fact
that the stranger had been Marie’s lover; that he had given her the
ring; and now, overwhelmed by the news of her death, of which he had
just been apprised, he begged, as a special favor, that he might be
permitted to purchase what to him had such inestimable value.

Dumas, deeply touched by the story, insisted upon making a present of
the trinket to the bereaved youth, and afterwards wrote out the tender
tale which has since drawn tears from half the world.

[Sidenote: CHARACTER OF THE ADVENTURESS.]

The adventuress is usually favored by nature, and carries her fair
face and symmetrical form to the best market. If not handsome, she is
winning, has great _chic_, clear insight, a thorough understanding,
and the weaknesses of our common humanity.

Good and kind at first, she has become what man has made of her; and
in the vocation she has chosen, vanity and self are her impelling
powers. Her beauty is a commodity she offers to the highest bidder.
She receives large sums, but she squanders them recklessly; for
display is almost the only passion of her being. She shines in the
Bois; bets desperately at Baden; turns heads at Vienna; shocks the
proprieties of London; dashes resplendent along the Nevski, in the
height of the gayeties of Petersburg; creates a sensation at Florence;
astonishes the staid Germans at Berlin; interrupts the opera at
Madrid; and finally, furnishes the subject of a letter for the New
York Herald.

[Sidenote: CAREER AND FATE OF A COQUETTE.]

Her career is necessarily brief, for her reign must end when years
begin to tell. Between twenty and thirty-five her golden harvest
must be gathered. Not unfrequently she dies by her own hand; but
oftener she has learned prudence ere her charms have waned, and is
contrite when it is no longer easy or graceful to sin. It is a great
mistake to suppose that the adventuress is invariably drawn out of
the Seine, and exposed at the Morgue. No longer able to repeat her
triumphs, she likes to withdraw from Paris, in some retired town seek
the consolations of religion, and bestow charity upon the poor. She
is more interesting at forty than in the flush of her glowing youth;
since then the flame of her self-love has been allowed to smoulder,
and the radiance of her true womanhood returns once more.

The fourth circle of the demi-monde are those priestesses of Venus
who sin without satisfaction, and laugh without gayety. They are not
materially different in Paris from what they are in other cities.
They have gone down by slippery and sable steps, but not to a level
with despair. They do not despair and live, in the air of France; for
with despair comes the pan of charcoal. They have intervals akin to
cheerfulness, and highly-spiced sensations bounding from pleasure to
delirium. They need not cease to hope or fear, since there is still
a deeper deep; and that is the fifth circle, whose representatives
frequent the streets at night, the cheaper cafés, and the common
gardens, in search of means to continue in their horrid trade. Even
these are not so degraded as the same kind of unfortunates are with
us. They do not drink; they do not swear; they do not importune
strangers rudely; they do not from the first disgust in their effort
to attract. They have apartments of their own, a certain kind of
society and a species of freedom that women, however fallen, always
enjoy in France. They are not labelled outcasts, as in England and
America, and therefore, in their darkest hours, they have glimpses
of the heaven of hope. Careless and improvident as they are in their
youth, they frequently provide for the future as years go on, and come
to their end through confession and ecclesiastical forgiveness of all
their transgressions.

[Sidenote: THE LOWEST CLASSES.]

The sixth class, the lowest and last of the semi-mundanes, are more
nearly pariahs than any others of their kind. They rarely make any
provision for to-morrow, since to-morrow is as dismal and as painful
as to-day. Almost always in want, their wastefulness is such that they
would be poor if every month were marked by a shower of gold. It is
they who accost strangers at night on the Boulevards; ask loungers
in the cafés to buy coffee and wine for them; make _poses_ and
smoke cigars in the streets; and are sometimes arrested for brawls,
intoxication, and pilfering. When they have reached this grade of
degradation they cannot go back; they cannot stand still; they cannot
fall lower. They put formidable obstacles in their proper path, and
are their own worst enemies. Such elasticity and endurance as they
may have is soon spent. Before a great while, a damp cellar or dingy
garret is broken open, a suffocating odor is perceived, the rude
bed holds a corpse; a brazier of charcoal tells the story, and adds
another to the countless tragedies which invariably keep the balance
with life.

[Illustration: BALL AT MABILLE, PARIS.]

The gardens of Paris, like the Mabille, the Closerie de Lilas,
the Château Rouge, and many others reveal another feature of the
under-world. The Mabille, to which strangers generally go, is the
least indecorous, and, I may add, the dullest. There half a dozen
couples, the women being generally of the lowest demi-monde class, are
paid so much per night for dancing of the most extraordinary sort.
What it lacks in delicacy is made up in energy. The greatest ambition
of the cocottes is to kick the hats from the heads of their partners,
and to throw their drapery into the wildest confusion. Their movements
belong rather to gymnastics than the quadrille, which they pretend to
execute, and when their leaping and plunging begin to pall upon the
spectators, they have recourse to the shamefully indecent can-can.

[Sidenote: MABILLE, CHÂTEAU ROUGE, AND PRADO.]

The Mabille draws strangers, as honey draws flies. Eminently
respectable and altogether staid persons go there, and closely observe
the dancers, without any apparent disapproval too, when they would
be supremely shocked at home at the slightest intimation of such
licentious conduct. I have observed pious matrons from New England
watching the saltatorial goddesses through their spectacles, as they
might watch the gambols of unknown animals. The Mabille soon grows
wearisome, and few persons frequent it on their second visit to Paris.

The Château Rouge is a more extended, demonstrative, and free-and-easy
place of resort than the Mabille. It is much more democratic also;
the prices of admission for men (women are admitted without charge)
being one franc, instead of three. To encourage attendance, prizes are
offered to those who shall be present the greatest number of nights
during the season, and the announcement of the prizes is placarded
upon the wall, so that every one may see them. Silk gowns are the
temptations for the gentler, and watches for the sterner sex. I should
imagine that some of the girls expected a reward for lifting their
gaiters in a direct line above their heads, so often do they attempt
it, and so generally do they succeed.

The Closerie de Lilas, called the Prado in winter, is the place where
the students and the grisettes go in crowds, and where they whirl
and make merry for the pure love of the thing. The attendance is
very large on Thursday and Sunday nights, when I have seen five or
six hundred persons of both sexes, flushed with wine, and dancing
like mad dervishes. The revels there are fast and furious enough.
License reigns supreme, and Bacchus and Venus seem to inspire the
orgies. Paris always limits its public exhibitions, and minions of the
law are ever present to keep licentiousness within bounds. Without
stimulants the grisettes and cocottes become wild with excitement as
the music of Offenbach pours out under the sky to infect them with
its sensuous frenzy. Doubtless the students and their lemans enjoy
themselves to the utmost; for they could not counterfeit enjoyment so
excellently. They smoke, and drink, and laugh, and talk, and chat, and
caper together without the smallest reserve or restraint, as if they
had not, and never would have, any other thought than of the present
moment and its absorbing pleasure.

[Sidenote: A DELIRIUM OF DANCING.]

When the weather is unfavorable, they have their balls in a large,
covered space; and to see and hear them leaping, tumbling, screaming,
and roaring in one confused and palpitating mass, impresses the
self-contained and impassive Anglo-Saxon very strangely. Those French
revellers have few concealments. They do their wooing in the presence
of hundreds; they have their little quarrels in the midst of their
carnival of glee. Elise appeals to Jacques with shrugs and starts, and
streaming eyes; and Victoire complains of neglect, and emphasizes his
jealousy to Marguerite before the giddy throng, as if they were in
the privacy of their own apartments. They make up their differences
with petting words and copious caresses, and enact their melodramas
regardless of curious eyes and smiling lookers-on.

There are resorts, and not a few, in Paris, of a more private
character, where decorum is not observed, and where restraint is not
practised. All evil passions are there let loose, and vices revealed
that would be repulsive to any but morbid minds. Such shameful
entertainments are declared to be in imitation of ancient Grecian
revels and Roman rites. The claim is noteworthy, for Paris, in its
most revolting and secret sins, never forgets to assure itself and the
external world that such entertainments are sanctioned by classicism.
These may be imagined: they certainly cannot be described.

[Sidenote: FAST SUPPERS.]

The _petits soupers_ of the under-world are reckoned by many among
the attractions of the French capital. They occur at many of the
restaurants, though at Peter’s and the Café Helder they are given
with the most flavor. These little suppers begin after midnight, and
continue until dawn, and though the best of them are private, the
public ones, or rather those in public places, have enticements for
the masculine mind, on account of the eccentric women to be found at
them. At Peter’s and the Café Helder are spacious saloons, provided
with small tables; and about one o’clock in the morning, parties of
gayly-dressed ladies, with their gallants, and often without gallants,
begin to arrive. Many come in carriages, but some on foot, albeit the
pedestrians are attired like stage queens. The majority of the women
are lorettes, of different grades, but not a few of them are the
inferior actresses of the Gaîté, Variétés, and Gymnase, and the ballet
girls of the Vaudeville, Ambigu, and Folies Dramatiques. There they
completely unbend, cast reserve to the breezes, take easy positions,
chatter like magpies, blow small clouds of smoke at the frescoed
ceiling, or keep time to the clinking of champagne glasses with their
symmetrical feet. Those unescorted are entirely willing to be invited
to partake of salads, ices, or wines by the gentlemen who drop in from
mere curiosity, or from a desire to make feminine acquaintances.

Between two and three o’clock the sexes become adjusted to each other;
everybody is eating and talking, drinking and smoking, at the same
time. The handsome rooms resound with feasting and merriment. Glasses
rattle, forks clatter, tongues wag, songs are sung, toasts given amid
the highest glee and enthusiasm.

Standing in a chair, with a beaker of sparkling Clicquot, is the
pretty soubrette of the Gymnase, making a mock-heroic speech; and
at the end of every sentence she is greeted with the clapping of
hands and loud huzzas. Near her the graceful danseuse of the Folies,
encircled by the arms of the dramatic critic of the _Figaro_, is
offering a toast in a goblet of Château Margaux, and at the other end
of the saloon, two brunette deities are giving a bit of the can-can,
in the midst of vociferous cheering.

Stretched on a velvet sofa, her heels elevated above her head, Marie
Basquinette, a famous adventuress, who has just come from London, is
entertaining her listeners with a droll account of the awkwardnesses
and stupidities of the English. (Whenever the French wish to be
particularly funny, they always caricature John Bull; and many of them
really believe that no Briton can, by any possibility, appear other
than uncouth and ridiculous.)

The French prints of well-dressed carousals with which we are so
familiar, might be actual photographs of the _petits soupers_ and
their surroundings at the Café Helder. As the night wanes apace, and
as the east grows gray, the revellers begin to disappear. There is
something ghastly in the daylight surprise after a debauch, and the
Parisians flee from it as if it brought sermons and endless prayers.

[Sidenote: THE DANGEROUS CLASSES OF PARIS.]

What we should call the dangerous classes would seem, from the fair
outside of Paris, to have no existence there; and yet, as the police
well know, many of the most cunning thieves, audacious burglars, and
desperate scoundrels are native and to the manner born. They keep out
of sight by day, and are rarely seen in the fashionable quarters,
unless they have some special mission of villany. These fellows have
their organizations and their amusements, and herd together and hold
nocturnal revel in out-of-the-way dens, where no one but the gendarme
or government spy would think of looking for them.

Having some desire to become acquainted externally with French
scoundrels, I mentioned my desire to a private detective, who promised
to take me to the district known as the Batignolles, where, he said,
many of the choicest miscreants of the city were in the habit of
assembling on Sunday nights. He told me that, while there was not
likely to be trouble or danger, it would be well to be armed; and so,
with two revolvers each, we sprang into a calèche, one stormy Sunday
evening, at the Grand Hôtel, and drove to our point of destination.

After nearly an hour’s ride through narrow and dreary streets, over
rough pavements, and past malodorous neighborhoods, he stopped before
a tall stone building, that looked like a deserted mill.

[Sidenote: VISITING A DEN OF THIEVES.]

Not a light was visible anywhere, and, as the night was dark, I asked
my guide if he were not mistaken in the locality. He assured me that
he was not, and, taking my hand, told me he would lead the way. I
could see nothing; but after we had stumbled along for a few seconds,
a flash of lightning revealed a long, narrow stone staircase before
us, and down this we slowly crept. At the base was a heavy oaken
door, which appeared as if it might withstand a battering-ram, and
I was wondering how we were to open it, when the detective put his
mouth to the key-hole, and gave a peculiar whistle. The door swung
open at once; we stepped into a dismal vestibule, and were confronted
by a huge figure, who grunted out, “_Tout bien_,” as he recognized
my companion, slammed to the door, and bolted it securely. So large
a Frenchman I had hardly seen. He was a giant in proportions, and I
discovered by a few phrases, that he was an Alsatian. He knew what
we wanted, and told us, pointing in the direction, to go to the main
hall, where, to translate him freely, the boys were very lively, and
having a good time.

A few steps brought us to the hall,—it should have been called a
cellar,—and in it were some fifty of the most villanous-looking men
and coarsest women I had ever had the misfortune to encounter. It was
evident, at a glance, that they were thieves, robbers, and assassins;
the slightest acquaintance with phrenology and physiognomy made that
clear—that some of them were of the sneak, some of the burglar, and
others of the desperado order. The place was dimly lighted with a few
sputtering candles; the ceiling was low, and the air mephitic. A few
of the men were standing and smoking pipes; but the greater part sat
at rough tables drinking and talking in hoarse tones, with vile oaths,
on subjects in which it was natural they should be interested.

A murder that had been committed a fortnight before in Marseilles, an
account of which had been printed in the Paris journals, occupied much
of their attention. They were very laudatory of the skilful manner in
which the crime had been perpetrated, and of the adroitness displayed
by the criminal in getting away. They had not a particle of pity for
the victim, an old and inoffensive man, whose throat had been cut
while he was asleep in bed, that a trunk in his apartment might be
broken open and plundered of a thousand francs.

The women, if they might be termed such, were more brutal and
bloodthirsty in their dispositions, judging from their expression,
than the men themselves. They were, as I was informed, either thieves
themselves or aids and accomplices of the thieves. Some of them were
what we should style shoplifters; others made it their business to
obtain information from servants in regard to private residences, and
imparted it to the burglars with whom they consorted.

[Sidenote: LOOKING AT A MURDERESS.]

One Amazon, who had a mustache and slight whiskers, had committed
two murders, the detective said—one in Lyons, and the other in the
arrondissement Vaugirard. She had been so adroit that she could not
be convicted on trial, though there was not the least shadow of
doubt of her guilt. She was a species of she devil in that tophet,
and, as I perceived, was looked up to as something of an oracle. She
planned many of the boldest robberies, and was herself regarded as
absolutely fearless. She must have been very strong; for she was as
broad across the shoulders as a grenadier, and her rolled-up sleeves
showed that she had muscle like a black-smith. I would much rather
have encountered a masculine ruffian and assassin than that virago,
who seemed fierce and cruel, not from passion, but from nature. There
was a tigress look about her which made my flesh creep and my hair
bristle. She appeared so bloodthirsty that I should not have been
surprised if she had sprung upon me and fastened her fangs in my neck.

The thieves and robbers in the cellar knew the detective of course, as
they know detectives all the world over; nodded to him familiarly, and
asked him in an argot—which had to be translated to me—if he had been
successful in making any arrests recently.

I observed that they changed their tone of talk as we entered,
determined not to give him any clew to their latest crimes. They
continued, however, to discuss the exploits of the members of their
profession, and to express the warmest admiration for the greatest
scoundrels. It hardly seemed possible that human beings could be
so hardened and so vicious, and that they could find their chief
gratification in disorder, violation of law, and revolting iniquity.
These fellows were more like brutes than men in semblance. Their eyes
had a fierce and lurid expression; their mouths were sensual and
coarse; their jaws had a heavy, animal-like firmness; and their whole
faces were dark and forbidding. I noticed that many of them drank
spirits, which is uncommon in France, and that the largest potations
did not sensibly affect them.

Three or four of the gang were so repulsive in feature that I felt a
curiosity respecting their history, and made inquiry thereabout of the
detective.

[Sidenote: HISTORY OF A HOUSE-BREAKER.]

“That chap sitting down with the short pipe in his mouth,” said the
legal bloodhound, “is not more than thirty years old, though he looks
nearly fifty. He was born and reared in or near this city, and has
been a thief since his earliest child-hood. His father was a noted
burglar, and died in prison at Bordeaux, where he had been arrested
for an attempt to break into the vault of a bank. The man’s name is
Pierre Boudrot; but he is called by his associates the Mad Bull,
from his great strength and violent temper. Until he was fifteen or
sixteen, he was a petty pilferer; but he afterwards aspired to highway
robbery outside the barrières. He prospered in this for some time; but
having, as it was suspected, shot and killed a merchant, he was forced
to fly to England. Returning three years after, he was apprehended and
tried for the crime. No direct evidence could be adduced against him,
and he was acquitted. He has been involved in any number of personal
encounters with his fellow-villains, and has stabbed and shot at least
a dozen of them. Generally speaking, they have refused to testify
against him, and he has therefore escaped punishment. He is now a
house-breaker, and operates so skilfully that the police seldom have
an opportunity to interfere with him. Some sixteen months ago, he was
living at Pantin with his mistress, a young woman of some intelligence
and so remarkably handsome that it was strange she could fancy so
ill-favored a wretch. Having become jealous of her, they had several
boisterous quarrels. One morning she was found in bed with her throat
cut from ear to ear, and he had disappeared. He was suspected at once,
and publication of the fact was made in the newspapers, whereupon
he surrendered himself, and during the examination which followed,
several of his accomplices swore that the girl had committed suicide,
giving many details that rendered their statements plausible. As his
witnesses could not be impeached, he was acquitted, and returned to
his old calling. He has frequently been seized by policemen while
carrying out some nefarious design, but such has been his strength
that he has almost always managed to get away. On one occasion he
threw an officer of the law from a fourth story window, and broke his
neck. Still nothing could be proved upon him, as no one had witnessed
the deed. He must ultimately come to the guillotine, however, as he
is growing bolder and bolder in his commission of crime, and more
reckless of the means he adopts. Intemperance is telling upon him, as
you can see by his bloodshot eye and bloated face.

[Sidenote: A CRIME-STAINED SCOUNDREL.]

“The gray-haired man,” continued the detective, “laughing so loudly,
with a broad scar above his eye, has been in nearly every principal
prison in France, and yet has never served out a single term.
Professional thief as he is, he does not appear to be very vicious or
malignant. He has never been known to do any one bodily harm, and is
always as cheerful as he is now. He would not be such a bad-looking
fellow except for that scar, and the fracture of his nose, which was
caused, some years ago, by his jumping from a wagon conveying him to
jail.

“The very dark man, sitting on that bench, and swinging his legs, is a
Spaniard. He came here from Madrid, where he had been for some years
a bull-fighter, and whence he had to fly for poisoning his father to
get a little property. Poisoning is his specialty, and he is believed
to have disposed of a number of persons in that way. Whenever he
takes life, he has, of course, a purpose in it, and he has come into
possession of a good deal of money by the deaths he has brought about.
A greater villain than he probably never breathed: he seems to have no
more objection to committing murder than he has to smoking a cigar;
and he is known as Pedro the Killer—a nickname of which he is really
proud.”

[Sidenote: THE GREATEST SCAMP IN PARIS.]

“There is a young person I have not noticed before,” I said to my
companion, pointing to the left. “Who is he? He can’t be a thief.
He must have gotten into this company by mistake. Is he a gentleman
seeking for acquaintance with underground life, like myself?”

The man I had designated could not have been more than twenty. He had
a fresh, handsome face, and when he smiled, as he often did, his smile
lighted up his countenance as sunshine lights up a landscape. It was
hard to associate him with crime or vice of any kind, and hence my
question.

The detective laughed, and said, “You mean the Badger. He is one
of the greatest scamps in all Paris, and one of the most desperate
scoundrels. There is nothing in the world he would not do for money.
If I were not here, and anybody were to offer him five francs, he
would walk up to you, salute you politely, and blow your brains out,
regarding it as a capital joke. The Badger is well educated, and is
reputed to be the son of a prominent lawyer by an actress. He ran away
from home, and turned thief on instinct. He is absolutely without
fear and without conscience. That crime is natural to him is proved
by his enjoyment of it. He has had marvellous good luck, for, though
frequently arrested, he has never been punished, and the fact of his
getting off again and again is ascribed by some to the influence and
wealth of his father.”

The detective would have told more; but by this time the thieves, all
of whom had drank liberally, began singing a coarse and profane song,
in which morality, religion, and decency were burlesqued, and which,
rendered by the harsh voices of the men and women, sounded, in that
dreary cellar, like a chorus of infernal fiends.

[Sidenote: GOING HOME.]

Informing my guide that I had seen and heard enough, we went out of
the stifling cellar, beyond the heavy oaken door, up the narrow stone
staircase, reached our calèche, and as the fresh breeze welcomed us,
and the clouds overhead broke away, revealing the stars, I seemed to
have been transferred to another sphere, and I wondered that such dens
of crime could exist and flourish under the beautiful exterior of
Paris.




XXVIII.

THE EAST RIVER BRIDGE.

     LAYING THE FOUNDATIONS UNDER WATER.—HOW THE WORK WAS
     PERFORMED.—THE CAISSON.—HOW IT IS MADE.—ITS MODE OF
     OPERATION.—WORKING UNDER WATER.—EXPLORING THE BED OF THE
     RIVER.—DESCENDING INTO THE BOX.—EFFECTS OF A GREAT PRESSURE OF
     AIR.—AN UNPLEASANT SENSATION.—A STRANGE SIGHT.—ACCIDENTS.—HOW A
     MAN’S ARM WAS CAUGHT.


A bridge to connect New York and Brooklyn has long been desired,
and many plans for such a structure have been made. It was finally
determined to erect a suspension bridge high enough to permit the
passage of ships beneath it, and stretching, in a single span, from
one side to the other of the East River. Work was begun in 1870, and
continued, with occasional interruptions. The bridge, by comparison
with similar structures, is the longest and largest of its kind in the
world.

[Illustration: THE BROOKLYN SUSPENSION BRIDGE—NOW BUILDING.

  Length of River Span,               1616 feet.

     “    Each Land Span,              940 feet.

  Length of New York Approach,        1441 feet.

     “   Brooklyn         ”            941 feet.

  Total Length,                       5878 feet.

  Total Height above High Tide,        268   “
]

The bridge rests on two piers, one on the east and the other on the
west bank of the river. The eastern pier was begun some time before
the other, and the work of laying its foundations was of a peculiar
character. Ordinarily, where a pier is to be set in the water, a
coffer dam is built around the place where it is to stand, and the
water is pumped out. But in the present instance, this mode of working
was deemed impracticable, and it was decided to lay the foundations
by means of a caisson. This is quite a curiosity in its way, and well
deserves a visit and a description. I did not visit the one on the
east side, but deferred my caisson explorations till the work on the
west side was under way.

On the invitation of Colonel Paine and Engineer Cottingwood, I was
one of a party of four to descend into the caisson to examine its
workings and inspect its machinery. Arriving at the foot of Roosevelt
Street, we found indications of the construction of a large building.
There were numerous derricks, scaffoldings, and building materials in
the vicinity, and every where there was activity. Just as we reached
the works we found a gang of sixty men indulging in hot coffee, which
is always served to them previous to their descending the shaft of the
caisson. Their coffee drinking over, and the roll-call answered, they
walked in single file to the mouth of the shaft, and there waited the
arrival of those whom they were about relieving.

Most of the men wore nothing but their shirts and trousers, with
water-proof boots reaching above the knees. At a signal given by the
foreman of the gang, some of them entered an elevator, while others
proceeded down a spiral staircase, and were soon lost to view. Before
taking the reader to the interior of the caisson, it may be well to
state that it is nothing else than a large box of iron and wood, the
full size of the intended abutment. This box is turned bottom upward,
and rests upon its edges.

[Sidenote: DESCRIPTION OF THE CAISSON.]

It is one hundred and two feet wide, and one hundred and seventy-two
feet long, and nearly ten feet in height. Its immense weight is
supported by several solid trusses of oak and iron, which run across
the caisson; and in addition to this, it receives an upward support of
forced air equal to forty thousand tons. The pressure of the air in
the caisson is forty-four pounds to the square inch, being twenty-nine
pounds more than the ordinary atmospheric pressure.

The air is sent down the caisson by means of pumps, there being
fourteen engines, each of twenty-four horse power, constantly at work.
In the centre of the caisson, an entrance is obtained by means of a
shaft having a spiral staircase of over one hundred circular steps,
and there is another entrance by an elevator, which, by the by, is
the most agreeable way of descending, particularly if the visitor is
inclined to corpulence.

It was down this entrance I went with the rest of our party. Like
the workmen, each of us swallowed a small quantity of hot coffee and
biscuit, as we were told that we should suffer less from the effects
of the descent. Under the direction of our guide, we took our stand
inside the elevator, for the simple reason that we could not sit.
There were no velvet-covered seats, as are generally found in hotel
elevators.

[Sidenote: GOING INTO THE INTERIOR.]

At a given signal, we began our journey into the East River, and
descended until we reached what our conductor termed the “lock.” Here
we changed our stands again, and entered the lock by crawling through
an opening at the bottom of the elevator sufficiently large for a man
of ordinary size to pass easily. This lock is an oblong iron box,
or boiler, of just sufficient size to allow half a dozen persons to
stand erect. It is eight feet long, and six feet in diameter. At the
bottom of the lock there is an iron door or opening, similar to that
through which we entered, which gives admission to the interior of the
caisson. These iron doors are fitted with rubber, so as to make them
perfectly air-tight.

When we had all entered, the door was closed upon us. We looked at
each other, wondering what would be done next, and we soon found out.
Our conductor, previous to starting the lock, gave us what he termed
a few useful hints, so that we might be able to make the trip as
agreeable as possible under all the circumstances.

“Now, gentlemen,” said he, “in descending, you will find a
disagreeable sensation, particularly about your ears. You will
find great ease by closing the nostrils every few seconds,—as the
pressure of the air will act upon the tympanum of the ear,—and also by
inflating your cheeks to their full extent.”

These instructions were given that we might cause an artificial
pressure upon the inside of the ear, and thus prevent its rupture.

Our conductor then proceeded to turn a cock, to admit the air forced
from above. In a moment it rushed in with a tremendous force, making
a noise similar to that of a locomotive blowing off steam. The
effect of this was anything but pleasant. A sudden deafness seemed to
overtake us, as if a cannon had been fired under our noses; our voices
were also changed, and appeared cracked, and we almost wished our
curiosity had not led us so far.

[Sidenote: A HEAVY PRESSURE OF AIR.]

This feeling was caused by the air rushing too fast into the orifice
of the ear. There was just sufficient light inside the lock to discern
our faces, and that was all. It took five or six minutes to get the
necessary amount of pressure into the lock, and then the air was
turned off.

We seemed suddenly to lose our footing, and then to regain it; and no
sooner had we righted ourselves than we had another sudden shoot, and
this continued until we reached the bottom. The actual descent was
made in about a minute and a half, or perhaps two minutes; but owing
to the pain we suffered, it appeared to be three times as long.

The sensation we experienced was certainly very disagreeable and
painful, and for a pleasure trip I certainly would not recommend
any one to undertake the journey. Should a lady go down, however
strong-minded she might be, I would not answer for the consequences.
One of the party was so much affected by the pressure of the air that
our conductor had to turn off the cock frequently. The stranger’s ears
pained him greatly, and blood began to spurt from them.

Having reached the bottom of the caisson, where the workmen were
digging out the earth and blasting rock, we were detained in the lock
some minutes, to allow the admission of air of the same density as
that below. This being done, I descended a short iron ladder leading
into the bottom of the caisson, and speedily found myself standing on
the bed of the river, seventy-eight feet below water-mark.

There were several men working in their shirt sleeves, with big drops
of perspiration rolling off their cheeks. The subterranean vault was
very well lighted with gas forced down the pipes in the same manner as
the air; and it is a curious fact, that in the compressed air a foot
burner gives as much light as a four foot one would in the ordinary
atmosphere. The caisson seemed to be full of steam, as if a hundred
washerwomen were plying their avocation at the tub. The bottom of the
caisson is divided into several chambers by means of iron and wood
partitions, with entrances leading into each other. The air does not
seem impure nor unpleasant. According to an examination made a few
days before my visit, it was then found to contain a small percentage
of carbonic acid, but not enough to do any harm.

[Sidenote: OPERATIONS BELOW.]

As soon as the sand is dug, it is sent up various pipes, four inches
in diameter, which operate in the same way as siphons. It is odd to
notice with what force the sand ascends to the top of the caisson, and
it is all that six men can do to shovel it in fast enough. Boulders of
trap rock were found embedded in the quicksand. These were broken up
and hoisted out by an apparatus similar to a dredging machine, working
in an immense shaft filled with water.

The shape of the interior of the caisson resembles very much the
lips of an enormous bell, and in reality it is worked upon the same
principle as an ordinary diving-bell, the water being kept out by the
great pressure of air. As soon as the caisson is perfectly settled,
and all the sand and debris down to the bed rock is removed, the
interior is filled with concrete and masonry, and thus the pier
obtains a foundation perfectly solid.

While making a tour through the various chambers, I found a pair of
doves, which had been placed there for testing the effect of the
compressed air. The birds appeared to have become accustomed to their
new habitation, where they had been for several weeks. They looked,
however, rather disconsolate and sickly, and I learned, a day or two
later, that one had died from the effects of its imprisonment.

A black and tan terrier had also been taken into the caisson, but
after it had been down a few hours it became paralyzed in its hind
legs, and was taken up; and for more than a fortnight it did not
recover from the shock to its system.

[Sidenote: SCENES IN THE CAISSON.]

The scene in the caisson is a very novel one. The water, seen through
the gas jets, sparkles in the pools at the bottom of the river, the
men are toiling and perspiring amid the rushing and rumbling noise
of the sand siphons, and everything appears in confusion. While our
party was making its tour, it was found that our voices had completely
changed; each one appeared to stutter, and altogether the voice had a
very unnatural sound, as if we spoke in a half screeching key.

An attempt was made to whistle, but whistle we could not. The lips
might be puckered, and you might blow as hard as you pleased, but it
was all in vain, as not a note could be heard. Some of us tried to
whistle by our fingers, but were unsuccessful.

Communication is had with the upper-world by means of a movable iron
rod and a couple of dials, one above and the other below. These form
the telegraph. On each dial are printed, in plain letters, the words,
“All right,” “Start,” “Faster,” “Slower,” “Stop,” “Less,” “More,”
“Bucket is caught,” “Highest corner,” “Stopped,” “Come up all;”
and the last is the most pleasing call of the entire number to the
laborers below.

Adjoining the dial is a thermometer, which indicated the atmosphere to
be eighty-two degrees Fahrenheit.

Accidents occur in the caisson, in spite of all precautions. A short
time before my visit, a small stone caught in the pipe of the siphon,
and one of the workmen came very near losing his arm while attempting
to pull it out. His hand was drawn into the pipe, as if by a powerful
magnet. The man was thrown upon his face by the great power of the
atmosphere, and at the same time his arm was drawn up the pipe: had
it not been for four of his comrades instantly pulling his arm down,
the limb would have been torn from his shoulder. He received severe
injuries, and is not likely to be so careless again. The skin of the
arm looked as if a quantity of boiling oil had been poured over it,
and it soon became blistered from his shoulder downward.

After a stay of nearly an hour, the party proceeded to return once
more to terra firma. We entered the lock, as on making the descent,
through the small iron door; then the compressed air was allowed
to escape until the pressure of the air was equal to that of the
atmosphere outside.

[Sidenote: CHANGE OF ATMOSPHERE.—THE JAMS.]

While this was going on, a peculiar sensation was experienced, but it
was not as disagreeable as that of making the descent. It seemed as
though there was a rush of water through the ears, and we were diving.
Ascending to the top of the caisson occupied about ten minutes, as
the physician in attendance recommends that the change from the high
pressure should not be made rapidly. We were all glad to breathe the
pure air and enjoy daylight again. Several of the workmen stated that
nearly every day some of them suffered from the work below, and said
one,—

“We have all had the jams.”

“What are the jams?” said I.

“Well,” said another, “they ain’t the jim-jams, brought on by drink,
for we dare not take much, but a feeling like the flesh a tearin’ off
of our bones.”

“We have the cramps in our legs, body, arms, and chest,” said another,
“and at times it causes us so great pain that we cannot work; we do
not notice anything amiss until we have been out of the caisson for
some hours, sometimes not until the next day. These ‘jams,’ as we call
them, go away as quickly as they come, but sometimes return after
another visit to the caisson.”

The men are cautioned to abstain from drinking spirits, but with
some the caution is not heeded, and those that will drink spirits in
preference to coffee are generally the greatest sufferers.

The construction of the abutments of this bridge is a novel one. It
was first introduced on the building of the St. Louis suspension
bridge, and since then great improvements have taken place. When
completed, the bridge will be a noble monument of engineering skill.




XXIX.

THE INUNDATION AT LALLE.

     INUNDATION OF A MINE ON THE LOIRE.—HOW THE MEN WERE SAVED.—SONG
     OF THE PUPILS OF THE MINING SCHOOL AT ST. ETIENNE.—TERRIBLE
     FLOOD OF A MINE AT LALLE.—BREAKING IN OF A RIVER.—COURAGE OF
     AUBERTO, A WORKMAN.—SAVING SIX LIVES.—PLAN FOR RESCUE.—DISCOVERING
     THE WHEREABOUTS OF THE PRISONERS.—ONE MONTH’S WORK IN THREE
     DAYS.—OPENING THE DRIFT-WAYS.—SIXTY FEET OF TUNNELLING.—IN THE
     DARKNESS WITH A CORPSE.—STORY OF THE RESCUED.—THIRTEEN DAYS OF
     PERIL.—FINDING THE BODIES OF THE DEAD.—ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE MEN
     DROWNED.—SAVING A CHILD.—EATING WOOD AND LEATHER TO SAVE LIFE.—A
     HORRIBLE SIGHT.


In one of the mines on the River Loire, about thirty years ago, there
was a terrible accident, caused by the sudden eruption of the water.
The water came in like a torrent, and drove the miners up an inclined
gallery, where there was no outlet. The people above ground rushed to
their assistance; the engineers brought their plans of the mine, and
determined where the enclosed men were to be found, if still alive.
Workmen volunteered to go to the assistance of their comrades, and
a new gallery was begun in the direction of the supposed place of
refuge. The blows of the pick upon the wall were at first unanswered;
but after a while, faint sounds were heard in response. The rock was
hard, and progress was slow; but every man did his best, working night
and day. Sound is transmitted through rock with great facility, and
in a little while the workmen could hear the voices, as well as the
knocking of their imprisoned friends. Six days passed in this way, and
at length a hole was bored through the rock, and the colliers were
found to be all living.

Though they were near starvation, and had eaten their candles, and
even their leather straps, their first appeal was for light, not for
food. Prolonged darkness is distressing in the extreme, and these men
had suffered the total absence of light nearly the whole of their time
of imprisonment. Candles were passed through the bore-hole, and then
a tin tube, through which broth was poured. The work of relief was
pressed forward, and at the end of the sixth day the sufferers were
released and brought to daylight, amid the cheers of the men assembled
around the mouth of the mine.

The story of the release of these miners is familiar to all the
inhabitants of that region. The pupils of the Mining School of St.
Etienne composed a ballad, of which the following is the opening
stanza:—

[Sidenote: SONG OF MINING STUDENTS.]

        “Mineurs, écoutez l’histoire
    De trois malheureux ouvriers,
        Restés sans manger ni boire
          Pendant six grand jours entiers.
        Au fond d’une galerie
          Serrés comme en un local,
        Ils auraient perdu la vie
          Sans la coupe verticale.”

This ballad was sung two or three times daily, at the beginning and
end of lessons when the master was not present. One of the teachers
of the school assisted at the rescue of the miners, and used to tell
the story to his pupils. He added a moral to it, after the manner
of Æsop with his fables, and endeavored to impress upon the school
the importance of vertical shafts from all the principal galleries
to the surface. Many lives have been lost in mines in consequence of
the absence of these shafts, and in every locality where mining is
conducted on an extensive scale, the law should compel the owners to
make at least two openings to the outer world.

In 1862 an inundation occurred at the mine of Lalle, in France, by
which one hundred and five persons lost their lives. The story is thus
related by M. Simonin:—

On the 11th of October, between three and four o’clock in the
afternoon, a violent storm visited the country, and it is asserted
by some of the inhabitants, that a waterspout had burst there.
The waters of the River Cèze, as well as those of a stream and of a
ravine, which is dry at ordinary times, both of them being tributary
to the Cèze, rose higher than they had ever been seen before. It was
a vast inundation, or, as the people of that region describe it, a
deluge. The mine extended under the river, and its mouth was not far
from the bank. The water made a whirl at one point, and then rushed
into the mine through a large opening over the outcrop of one of the
coal seams. There was a rumbling noise all through the mine; all
hands were at work under ground, and there was danger of a terrible
calamity. Some of the men managed to escape by the ladders, while
others hastily ascended a shaft, and floated upwards on the surface of
the water.

[Illustration: INUNDATION OF A MINE. SCENE IN THE MINE OF LALLE,
FRANCE.]

A noble act of courage and devotion was performed by a Piedmontese
workman by the name of Auberto.

[Sidenote: COURAGE OF AUBERTO.]

He escaped up a shaft, and as he did so, he gave the alarm to a
comrade who was at work in a lower level. Auberto then ran to another
opening, fastened the tub to a rope, descended, and called, the water
falling all the while in a perfect torrent. Five men came out; four
entered the tub, and were saved; the fifth hesitated a moment, and was
lost. As soon as they reached the surface, Auberto caused himself to
be lowered again. Perceiving a man entangled in the timbering of the
lower gallery, he drew him out, threw him into the tub, and was drawn
up at the moment the water took possession of that part of the mine.

Auberto had saved six lives, and would have saved more, but no other
point was accessible, the whole mine being then under water.

There was only one outlet remaining, and this had been formed by the
breaking of the ground near the point where the waters were rushing
in. Lights were seen shining there, and ropes were thrown in; but the
violence of the waters increased, the ground fell in afresh, this
last outlet became closed, and all the men in that part of the mine
were drowned. In half an hour the interior of the mine was converted
into a lake. The air and gas in the mine were compressed by the
weight of the water, and were forced out through fissures in the
ground, producing the effect of gunpowder, throwing the earth to a
considerable distance, and in some cases overturning houses.

Everybody in the vicinity rushed to the mouth of the mine, and an
anxious and terrified crowd was speedily collected. The engineers and
superintendents were first on the spot, and were speedily joined by
the engineers and workmen from the neighboring mines.

[Sidenote: PLANS FOR RELIEF.]

No immediate relief is possible. Perhaps the colliery is only a vast
tomb, for out of a hundred and thirty-nine men who entered the mine
in the morning, only twenty-nine have escaped. A hundred and ten are
scattered in the interior of the mine, some at one point and some at
another, at different depths and in varying conditions. How are they
to be found? and is it certain that even one of them is living?

A dike was made at the surface to keep out the water, and the
engineers consulted the plan of the mine, in order to devise the
surest and readiest means of relief. While this was being done, a
young boy, who had previously been employed in the mine, entered one
of the galleries, and, after knocking for some time on the walls,
thought he could distinguish sounds answering to his own. He called
his comrades, and repeated the experiment with the same result. The
engineers were informed, and everybody hastened to the spot. M.
Parsan, of the Imperial School of Mines, had arrived from Alais, to
direct the work of salvage. He ordered everybody to maintain the most
perfect silence, and then he made a signal by knocking with a pick at
regular intervals of time. He has written an exciting account of these
operations.

“With ears resting on the coal,” he says, “and holding our breath,
we soon heard, with profound emotion, extremely faint, but distinct
and timed blows,—in fact, the miners’ signal,—which could not be the
repetition of our own, because we had only knocked at equal intervals.”

Between the prisoners and their rescuers there was a solid wall more
than sixty feet thick, which must be cut through; but the greater part
of the miners were shut up in the mine. But volunteers were ready from
the other mines, and soon the blows of the pick carried hope to the
hearts of the prisoners. The work began at six o’clock on the evening
of the 12th, at five differents points in the gallery where the sounds
were heard.

[Sidenote: PUSHING THE WORK OF RESCUE.]

The five drift-ways were made towards the place where the sufferers
were enclosed. One pickman at a time worked in each heading, and he
was relieved at the moment when he began to feel wearied. He worked
with all his energy, and the coal which he removed was carried away in
baskets as fast as it was detached. The labor proved more difficult
in consequence of a want of air, and it became necessary to put up
ventilators. Sometimes the lamps would only burn in front of the
air-pipe. At two o’clock on the morning of the 14th, the voices of
the imprisoned colliers could be heard. “There are three of us,” they
said; and they gave their names. The coal increased in hardness, and
the heat became unbearable. All that day and the next the best pickmen
went to the front, hewing the coal with all their strength, the
prisoners all the while making themselves heard. Finally, at midnight
of the 15th, one of the drift-ways was completed, and the three men
were reached.

Only two were alive. The youngest was sobbing, the other was in a high
state of fever, and the third, an old man, had been unable to survive
the trying ordeal, and was found dead not far from his companions.

The two survivors were covered with blankets, refreshed with cordials,
and carried to the hospital of the mine, where they were put in the
care of the physician, who next day pronounced them out of danger.

The work of rescue had continued without intermission for seventy
hours. On calculating the amount of rock and coal removed from the
drift-ways, it was found that a full month would have been required,
under ordinary circumstances, to do the work which had been performed
in three days.

[Sidenote: STORY OF THE SUFFERERS.]

The most precise details of the circumstances of their confinement
were given by the two rescued colliers. They were at work in a heading
when the water was heard coming upon them. They then ran to the
upper end of the gallery, where they were found—a narrow place with
a considerable <DW72>, and very slippery. With their hands and the
hooks of their lamps they dug a little place in the shale to sit down
in; the water was up to their feet, and they were in a sort of bell,
in which the air was highly compressed. They felt a singing noise in
their ears, and for a time they lost their voices. Their lamps went
out for want of oil. They tapped with the heels of their shoes on the
walls of the gallery to summon assistance. This sound was the one
which was heard, but only after they had been imprisoned twenty-four
hours!

Convinced that help would arrive, the eldest of the three, the one who
was destined never to behold the light of day again, shed tears of
joy. Another, mad with thirst, descended into the level with the water
up to his armpits, in a vain search for a way through the rubbish;
but he afterwards regained his place, being guided by the voices of
his companions. The youngest, seventeen years of age, frequently fell
asleep, and would have fallen into the water but for the help of his
neighbor, who held him in his arms like a child, and thus saved him
from death. At one time the noise of the ventilator connected with
the operations of their preservers reached their ears, when they
imagined that a new influx of water was about to occur, and they
became discouraged. The old man was constantly active. Overcome by
his efforts, he slid from his resting-place into the water, and was
drowned without a struggle, and without uttering a cry. Frozen with
horror, and held motionless in their places, the two others dared not
move to his assistance, and they even refrained from announcing the
accident to those who were working to relieve them. “There are three
of us,” they cried, when in reality only two were alive.

[Sidenote: IN DARKNESS WITH A CORPSE.]

The one who suffered from thirst finally determined to move, but
touching the dead body while drinking, he clambered back again.
Fatigue, bad air, and this fearful vicinity to a corpse, rendered him
delirious, and he said to his comrade, “Come, let us leave this.” The
other was frightened, and in order to divert his attention, suggested
that he should go and drink again. He went, and returned, striking
against the dead body in passing. “The darkness,” said he, “made the
place more horrible than anything I had ever imagined.”

In the mean time the water got lower in the level, but it was cold
there, and the two captives remained in their places where the air
was dry and warm, though constantly growing more impure. At last they
were recovered, and carried into the light by their comrades. By a
strange phenomenon they had lost all notion of time, and thought they
had not been in the mine more than twenty-four hours. Other instances
of a similar nature are recorded. Some miners of Hainault, who lived
twenty-five days shut up in a mine during an inundation, thought they
had only been there eight or ten hours.

While the operations for saving the lives of these two men were in
progress, other works were undertaken, with the view of penetrating
the interior at other points. Pits were dug where the miners were
suspended from ropes for fear of explosions, while other workings,
which had been injured by the flood, were repaired. One of the
old shafts was undergoing repairs at the time of the accident. In
ordinary times, fifteen days, at the least, were required to refit the
engine, put up the ropes, and get everything ready. In this instance
everything was done in four days: the pumping began on the 15th of
October, and was not again interrupted.

The workmen continued to bore and dig shafts. On the 24th of October,
thirteen days after the accident, the men working at the bottom of
the shaft heard shouts. Three men were still alive, only separated by
rubbish and a vacant space of ground from the point where the workings
were in progress. Disputes arose as to who should save them, each man
desiring the honor of going down first. At last the favor was given
to one of the overmen, who descended and found two men, who clung to
him, and begged for relief. He encouraged them, and fed them from a
can of broth which he carried. In a little while the timbermen made
the place secure, and the captives were brought out.

[Sidenote: A CHILD BURIED IN THE COAL.]

A third prisoner, a child, was still left. His comrades described the
place where they had buried him in the coal to keep him warmer. The
engineer hastened to the spot, and seized the child, who embraced him
and wept; the three were taken at once to the hospital, where they
soon found themselves in the company of the other two, who had already
been saved.

[Illustration: FALLING IN OF A MINE.]

Like their comrades whose story I have just told, the three last
colliers had fled before the water from the first moment of its
breaking in, and finding a rubbish passage stopped up, they
despairingly made an opening into it. They afterwards clambered to
the heading of the gallery as a last refuge. Their lamps were out,
but they heard the water rise, and retreated before it. The noise
occasioned by falls, and the breaking of timber, as well as the sound
of explosions caused by compressed air, reached their ears distinctly,
like a frightful tumult, which seemed to announce to them the last
hours they had to live. One of them had a repeating watch, which he
caused to strike several times; but it stopped on the morning of the
12th of October at a quarter to three o’clock. They heard the noise
of the tubs plunging into the water in two adjacent shafts. They
conceived the idea of reckoning the progress of time by means of
the short intervals of rest caused by changing the gangs. They thus
formed a very near guess at the period of their captivity, which they
reckoned at fifteen days, instead of thirteen.

To satisfy their hunger, they ate the rotten wood of the timber
supports, which they crumbled in water, and then devoured, having
previously eaten their leather belts. They could quench their thirst
at will, and that sustained them. Afterwards the water rose to where
they were, and wet their feet. Subsequently it fell, and then they
thought of fastening one of their boots to a string and drinking
out of it. Finding the water retiring, the child resolved to go in
search of an outlet. Swimming or holding on by the walls, he groped
his way along, but found nothing. Exhausted and chilled with cold, he
returned to his companions, who lay close to him to warm him, and then
covered him with small coal, in which position he was found.

[Sidenote: THIRTEEN DAYS IN DARKNESS.]

These men were liberated after being shut up thirteen days: the
temperature, the pressure, and the composition of the air in which
they were found, were favorable to life, and, moreover, they had the
means of quenching thirst. Under such conditions, it may be possible
to live a month. Our nature can endure a great deal when it is
compelled to exert itself. The energy and tenacity of life are great,
and few men know how much they can undergo until they are driven to
make the experiment.

Only five were saved in this catastrophe at the mines of Lalle. All
the rest of the one hundred and ten perished. Drainage of the mine was
steadily pushed amid innumerable accidents, and the colliery was free
of water on the 4th of the following January, fifty million gallons
of water having been removed. During the interval the bodies were
slowly discovered, and heart-rending was the spectacle which the mouth
of the shaft presented as the bodies of the victims were drawn up,
relatives and friends pressing forward and endeavoring to recognize or
guess at some well-known face. And the scene in the mine, as the water
slowly fell and the bodies were found floating on the surface with the
light thrown upon them by the lamps of the searchers, is described as
horrible in the extreme.

[Sidenote: GOVERNMENT MEDALS.]

From the managers to the humblest workman, everybody connected with
the rescue did his full duty. Every man vied with his neighbor
in doing what was needed, however difficult it might be. All the
directors of mines in the Department of the Gard, assembled, and
brought their overmen, surveyors, and workmen, who, in every instance,
gave proof of a courage and self-denial which never failed for a
single moment. The government bestowed crosses and medals upon those
who rendered material assistance in the rescue, and the sad occurrence
will long be remembered in and around the mines of Lalle.




XXX.

PERILS OF THE MINER.

     NARROW ESCAPE OF THE AUTHOR.—CAUGHT IN A LEVEL.—SETTLING
     OF THE ROOF.—BREAKING TIMBERS.—A PERILOUS PASSAGE.—FALLING
     OF A ROOF.—THREATENING DANGERS.—ADVENTURE OF GIRAUD, THE
     WELL-DIGGER.—CAUGHT IN A FALL OF EARTH.—THREE WEEKS WITH
     A CORPSE.—ONE MONTH WITHOUT FOOD.—HOW HE WAS RESCUED.—A
     MINER COVERED WITH COAL.—HIS RESCUE.—AN IRISHMAN’S
     JOKE.—INUNDATION.—CURIOUS THEORIES OF THE MINERS.—EFFECT OF
     STRIKING A VEIN OF WATER.—DRAWING THE MEN IN A MINE.—THE SEA
     BREAKING IN.—CLOSING THE SHAFT.—A TERRIBLE STORY.—EXPERIENCE OF A
     FRENCH ENGINEER.—CASUALTIES AND THEIR NUMBER.—SUFFOCATION OF THREE
     HUNDRED AND SIXTY-ONE MEN IN ONE MINE.


I was once in a mine in Colorado, when I fervently wished myself
out of it. I had been there a day or two before, and found that in
one of the levels I was just able to stand erect. At the visit in
question I found I could not stand erect without hitting my head. I
was certain that I had not grown six inches taller in the mean time,
and I accordingly concluded that the roof had settled. All at once,
while proceeding on my walk, I was astonished at hearing a crackling
sound behind me; and on looking around, I discovered that some of the
timbers were giving way.

Here was a predicament. The breaking timbers were between me and the
entrance to the mine, and I knew that if they should fall, so as to
close up the passage, I should be cut off from escape.

[Sidenote: AN UNPLEASANT PREDICAMENT.]

It did not take a long time for me to determine what to do. At the
risk of being crushed by the falling timbers and rock, I darted
backward, extinguishing my light in the rapidity of my movements, and
becoming wrapped in almost complete darkness. Luckily, however, there
was a light burning in the level; and as I crept among the breaking
timbers, it was as welcome to me as the polar star to a man at sea,
when his compass has become unreliable.

Another and another of the timbers gave way as I walked, or rather
crept, beneath them. When they were broken in the centre, they had
partly, but not completely, closed the passage, their ends being held
firmly in the rock. I managed to reach the other side, and as soon as
I considered myself safe, I turned round to see what was going on.
The timbers settled very slowly; there was no one on the level beyond
them; and had any persons been there, the settling of the roof was so
slow, that they would have had plenty of time for escaping.

When I reached the outside, I made a vow to avoid similar dangers in
future, and it was some time before I again ventured where I should be
liable to a similar accident.

Falls of the roof are a kind of danger which is always thought of when
underground works are considered. In certain kinds of rock there is
no liability to occurrences of this sort. The roof is as solid, and
as well supported, as that of any house, and there is no danger of
its yielding; but where the rock is slippery and loose, or where the
ground is soft, the peril that threatens is constant.

Falls of earth are not unfrequent in digging wells. Many a man has
lost his life in consequence.

An exciting story is told of a well-digger, named Giraud, who was
excavating a well near Lyons, about twenty years ago.

[Sidenote: TERRIBLE FATE OF A WELL-DIGGER.]

The earth caved in, and Giraud found himself dashed to the bottom of
the hole by the side of a fellow-workman. Luckily, the timbers fell in
such a way as to form a sort of arch above their heads, and thus saved
them from being crushed at once. Some men, who were above at the time
of the accident, immediately set to work to save the sufferers. It was
necessary to dig a new shaft near the first, and then connect the two
by a driftway, which would reach the men at the point where they were
enclosed. Their efforts were constant, but in spite of them, a whole
month was spent in reaching the spot, as fresh falls of earth were
constantly occurring in the new workings. Giraud and his comrade could
hear the noise of the pick, and could converse with the workmen, and
assure them that they were alive.

At the end of a week, Giraud’s companion died of exhaustion and
starvation. Giraud was a man of great strength, both of mind and body,
and bore up as well as he could under his suffering. The dead body of
his companion, which lay near him, poisoned the little air he had to
breathe; but somehow he lived day after day for a whole month. Every
moment his rescuers expected to reach him, when some fresh accident
occurred, and much of the work had to be done over again. On the
thirtieth day they reached the prison, and Giraud was saved.

He was wasted to a skeleton, and unable to stand. His body was a mass
of sores; gangrene had attacked all his limbs, caused by the corpse
which had been rotting at his side for three weeks. He was carried to
the hospital, and every attention was given him; but he had suffered
too much, and died within a month of the day of his rescue.

Occasionally masses of rock drop from the roof without the least
warning, and fall upon the heads of the miners. Sometimes a man may
escape with the loss of a limb, or he may be killed outright. In other
cases, the walls and timbers give way, and men are crushed beneath
their weight.

A story is told of a miner who was caught by the fall of some coal
which nearly crushed him, but he had sufficient strength remaining
to call for help. A comrade heard him, and gave the alarm. All the
men who could work in the small space were immediately gathered; and
a part of the coal having been removed from around the sufferer his
head and one of his hands became visible. He was lying on his right
side upon the floor of the gallery, with his legs doubled beneath him.
There was a mass of broken timber above him, so that he could not
move, but fortunately his chest was not compressed. Air was supplied
him by means of a ventilator and a tube. The rails and some of the
other timbers by which he was enclosed were cut through, and a space
was opened in such a way as to reach him from below. He did not lose
courage a moment; he remained perfectly cool, and gave his preservers
several useful suggestions. Finally, after six hours of suffering, he
was removed.

In several instances miners have been enclosed in such a way that
escape was impossible. All efforts to relieve them were unavailing,
and those who remained uninjured from the fall of the rock died of
suffocation or starvation.

[Sidenote: AN IRISHMAN’S JOKE.]

Let us change a moment from the horrible to the ludicrous. A few
months ago, an Irishman, who was digging a well in Illinois, left his
work, and went to breakfast. When he returned, he found that the earth
had caved in. There was a clump of trees a few yards away, and after
looking around to ascertain if any one was in sight, and knowing that
some friend would be there shortly, he took off his coat, hung it upon
a post, and then, taking his shovel and pick, retired to the shelter
of the trees. He had just concealed himself, when his friends made
their appearance. They saw the coat hanging upon the post, and they
saw that the earth had caved in. Immediately concluding that their
friend was buried below, they set at work to rescue him.

They worked with the greatest energy for two or three hours, and at
the end of that time had removed all the fallen earth. But no Pat
was there. Just as they were wondering what had become of him, he
walked leisurely from his place of concealment, and thanked them for
what they had done. At first they were inclined to be indignant, but
finally concluded that it was a good joke, and a few drams of bad
whiskey removed all differences.

The danger of underground inundations is as great as that of falls of
earth. Water is constantly accumulating in a mine, and sometimes in
such quantities as to defy all attempts to keep it under control.

Miners have curious theories about streams of water which enter the
mines. Some of the English miners believe the earth is alive, and they
compare the veins of water in the earth to the veins and arteries of
the human body. Sometimes they say, “When the water breaks into our
working-places, it is the Earth which revenges itself upon us for
having cut one of his veins.” The Belgian miners have the same belief,
and they call the water which flows out of the coals, ‘_le sang de la
veine_,’ that is, ‘the blood of the vein.’

[Sidenote: FLOODING A MINE.]

Inundations of mines are frequently fatal. Sometimes the water enters
with great force. One day, in an English coal mine, the water fairly
drove out the auger with which the workmen were boring a hole. It
came as if from the nozzle of a fire engine. The workmen made several
attempts to plug the hole, but could not, and were driven out. A few
hours later the mine was flooded. Pumping machinery was set up, but it
was not until the end of seven years that the water could be removed.
It was only then stopped by means of banking, that prevented its
further entrance.

In a mine near Newcastle, many years ago, there was an inundation
which enclosed ninety men in a place where it was impossible to
relieve them. Several persons, who were working close to the shaft
when the water entered, managed to escape, but they were very few
in number. The accident occurred in May, and it was not until the
following February that the bodies of the drowned men were recovered.
With one exception all were recognized.

At another coal mine, which was worked on the sea-shore, and extended
a distance of fifteen hundred yards under the Irish Sea, the manager,
in his anxiety to produce a large quantity of coal, recklessly cut
away some of the pillars which supported the roof. One day the whole
neighborhood was alarmed with the report that the mine had fallen in.
The commotion was so great that many persons on the shore observed the
whirl of the sea directly over the spot where the water entered. A few
of the laborers escaped, but thirty-six men and boys were drowned. The
accident happened more than thirty years ago. The coal mine is now,
and always must remain, under water, and the bodies have never been
recovered.

[Sidenote: DEATH BY SUFFOCATION.]

Some of the most terrible mining accidents are those which occur in
consequence of the closing of the shafts. Where a mine has two shafts
there is little liability of such accidents; but where there is only
a single shaft the danger is constantly threatening. The terrible
calamity at Avondale, which is fresh in the minds of many readers,
will be described elsewhere.

A similar accident at an English coal mine, a few years ago, was even
more terrible in its results than the calamity at Avondale.

The beam of the pumping engine gave way, and killed five men who were
at that moment coming up in the cage. One hundred and ninety-nine men
and boys were then working under ground. The enormous beam of the
engine weighed more than forty tons. In its fall it carried down all
the timbers of the shaft, damaging the walls in several places. The
rubbish and broken timbers accumulated in the shaft, and closed the
only mode of egress for the miners. The beam and timberings cut off
all connection between the interior of the mine and the outside world.
The mine was furnished with ventilating furnaces, in which a large
quantity of fuel was burning, and it was supposed that the imprisoned
miners died of suffocation within twenty-four hours. Some of the men
who were imprisoned tried to force an outlet, but they were unable to
do so, and died in the effort.

Many accidents of this kind might be described. In the various
coal-mining countries of the globe, they may be said, in the
aggregate, to be of almost weekly occurrence. Where the owners of
mines neglect or decline to provide their works with two entrances, it
is imperatively necessary, for the protection of life, that the law
should interfere, and compel them to do so.

[Sidenote: ACCIDENT AT A FRENCH MINE.]

A few years ago, at a mine in France, the engineer one day observed
that the cages did not work properly in the guides. Fifty-six yards
below the surface he discovered that the lining of the shaft deviated
from the perpendicular. The joints and displacements were visible at
several points. All the men, three hundred in number, were ordered to
leave the mine.

Men went down the shaft to cover the openings, but the result was only
to create fresh ones. For the next two days the lining of the shaft
repeatedly cracked.

The planks broke one by one, and the water rushed into the works. The
consulting engineer of the mine was called in, and when he arrived
he descended with the superintendent, both of them in fear that
they were going to certain death. Their lamps went out while they
were descending, but they carried a lantern, which was hanging to
the bottom of the tub in which they descended. By the light of this
lantern they discovered an enormous opening in the middle of the
lining. Stone, and earth, and rubbish were continually falling, and a
torrent of water ran through.

“Let us go up again,” said the engineer. “The water is master of the
situation, and all hope of saving this working is gone.”

In relating this incident afterwards, the engineer said, “I lived ten
years in half an hour. My hair turned white in that perilous descent,
which I shall never forget as long as I live.”

A few hours afterwards, holes which began at the middle of the shaft
extended from top to bottom. At the pit’s mouth, an immense opening
had formed nearly forty yards in diameter, and ten yards deep. Engine,
boilers, buildings, machinery, and scaffolding gradually fell into
the opening. At each movement of the ground a fresh ingulfment took
place. The sky was dark and covered with clouds. The timbering of
the shaft gave out sparks under the enormous friction which was
caused by the sudden fracture of the wood. A peacock, shut up in the
neighboring court-yard, gave signs of alarm, and uttered loud cries
at every movement of the ground, and at every fresh fall. “No poet
could describe, nor painter represent, the desolating spectacle which
we witnessed,” said the engineer, in concluding the account of the
occurrence.

[Sidenote: STATISTICS OF ACCIDENTS.]

In this country it is next to impossible to give correct statistics
of the number of lives lost by these accidents. In Great Britain and
France statistics are obtainable.

In those countries, according to the report of the inspectors of
mines, about one half the mining accidents are occasioned by falls
of the roof and coal. A third of the accidents are in the shaft in
various ways. The remainder, or one sixth of the casualties, occur
from blasting, explosion of fire-damp, suffocation, and, finally,
inundation.

According to an English report, there was one death for every two
hundred and sixteen persons employed in the mines. It was estimated
that one life was lost for every sixty-eight thousand tons of coal
obtained. In some districts of England the proportion was one life
lost for every twenty-two thousand tons. In the year 1866, six hundred
and fifty-one lives were lost from explosions of fire-damp. In the
previous year there were only one hundred and sixty-eight deaths from
the same cause. Altogether, in the year 1866, there were fourteen
hundred and eighty-four deaths from mining accidents in Great Britain
alone. The total number of deaths from all violent causes in the mines
of Great Britain, in ten years, was nine thousand nine hundred and
sixteen. Twenty per cent. of these were caused by fire-damp explosions.

The greatest number of lives lost at any one time through mining
accidents was at the Oaks Colliery, in 1866, when three hundred and
sixty-one miners lost their lives.

[Sidenote: GREAT LOSS OF LIFE.]

At the Hartley, Wigan, and Bury Collieries, many fearful accidents
have taken place within the past few years, whereby many lives were
lost. These accidents, in justice to the owners, or superintendents,
let it be said, are not always due to the want of precaution on
the part of the managers, but from gross neglect, or through
non-observance of the rules under which the mine is worked. For
example, the men were very careless in the use of the safety-lamps.
Every lamp is locked before it is given out, and every care is
taken to prevent its being opened. The men will occasionally amuse
themselves by trying to pick the locks, and that, too, in places where
the air is full of explosive gas. So accustomed are they to danger,
that they hold it in great contempt; and the result is, that fatal
accidents were much more common than if men were cautious and obedient.

At the time of the Oaks Colliery explosion, great sympathy was
manifested throughout England, just as was subsequently seen in the
Avondale disaster in America. For days after the occurrence, the daily
papers were filled with long details of the horror, the recovery of
the bodies of the victims, the distressing scenes at the mouth of the
mine, and at the graveyard, and the brave deeds of the men who were
fortunately absent from the mine at the time of the explosion.

Subscriptions were opened in nearly every church for the benefit of
the survivors, and at the suggestion of Queen Victoria, the then Lord
Mayor of London and Common Council held a public meeting to raise
money for the families of the victims. The appeals were liberally
responded to through the whole country. Many of the wives of the dead
miners received life pensions, and all the bereaved families were
placed above immediate want.




XXXI.

THE MAMMOTH CAVE.

     ROMANCE AND MYSTERY OF CAVES.—THE FAMOUS CAVES OF THE WORLD.—THE
     GREATEST CAVERN ON THE GLOBE.—ITS IMMENSE FAME.—AMERICANS’ NEGLECT
     OF IT.—CAUSE OF THEIR INDIFFERENCE.—SITUATION OF THE MAMMOTH
     CAVE.—ITS MISERABLE MANAGEMENT.—ANNOYANCES AND IMPOSITIONS
     PRACTISED UPON TOURISTS.—JOURNEY THROUGH THE VAST TUNNEL.—WHAT
     ONE SEES, FEELS, AND DOES.—CONSUMPTIVE GHOSTS.—WONDERS OF THE
     STAR-CHAMBER.—DESCENT INTO THE BOTTOMLESS PIT.—CROSSING THE STYX
     AND THE LETHE.—MARVELLOUS ECHOES.—STARTLING ACCIDENTS.—WOMEN IN
     AWKWARD SITUATIONS.


Caves in all ages have been associated, not only with mystery and
romance, but with sorcery and superstition of every conceivable kind.
Fable and tradition have converted them into the abodes of demons
and witches, and history shows that robbers and law-breakers have
always made them places of refuge and shelter. Every mountainous
or picturesque region I have visited has abounded in witches’
caves, robbers’ caves, murderers’ caves, and caves generally, in
which supernatural rites and horrid deeds are supposed to have been
celebrated or committed. The dark, dreary, and weird quality of many
caves, added to their unique and fantastic formation and uncertain
windings naturally awake a feeling of awe, and appeal strongly and
strangely to the imagination.

The ancient priests, in order to influence favorably the minds of the
ignorant, pretended that the divinities they claimed to interpret
had their residence in deep and dreary caverns, and that thence they
revealed their mighty purpose to their mortal agents. The oracles
of Delphos, which princes and sages were wont to consult, were
interpreted, as it was assumed, by a priestess sitting at the mouth of
a cave, and claiming to predict the future of nations, and tell the
destiny of kings. The old Norsemen performed their barbarous rites in
caverns; the Indian Brahmins devoted caverns to religious purposes,
and from natural openings in the rocks constructed gorgeous temples.
These subterranean chambers were doubtless the earliest abodes of men,
and even now, in certain uncivilized regions, they are so employed.
Petra—the Sela and Joktheel of the Bible—continues to be visited as
a curiosity, because its ruins plainly indicate that its inhabitants
dwelt in spaces hewn out of the solid stone. That caverns were used
for the dead as well as for the living is evinced by the Catacombs of
Thebes, Rome, Naples, and Malta.

[Sidenote: MYSTERIES OF CAVES.]

The greatest caves known—new ones are constantly being discovered—are
of limestone, and of comparatively recent origin. Geology teaches that
the primary formations of caves are many, though small, being produced
by the action of water coursing through the strata, and that the
continuation of this process for ages creates the vast and beautiful
chambers, which all of us are so fond of exploring. Sweden and Norway
boast of granite vaults, especially Marienstadt, of extraordinary
dimensions, though some of them have been, as yet, but partially
penetrated. The vicinity of Quito contains caves of modern porphyry,
and the Isle of France caves of lava. Gurtshellir is a cavern of lava
in Iceland, forty feet high, fifty broad, and one mile long. The caves
of Agtelek in Hungary, and of Adelsberg in Carniola,—the latter noted
for its transparent white pillars and brilliant stalactites,—are among
the most remarkable in Europe.

Adelsberg has an unusual interest for naturalists, because a strange
reptile, called the proteus, half a lizard and half an eel, has its
habitat there. It has an extremely elastic constitution, and an
extraordinary adaptability, as may be inferred from the fact that
it subsists equally well on land or in water, imbedded in rock or
buried in mud, requiring neither air nor light, food nor drink, for
the sustainment of its existence. What an excellent _littérateur_ the
proteus would be as respects its limited necessities! If it happened
to be an unappreciated genius, like most literary men, it need not
feel any concern, for it could afford to wait until the world had
come round to it, and the age had grown worthy of its thought. Fame,
being a bubble, and therefore air, could not injure the nondescript
creature, nor could the throwing of mud, as is the custom of
journalists, mar it in the least. Much as it might be in (hot) water,
it would not be troubled, and as to detraction and misrepresentation,
its house would be (occasionally at least) built upon a rock, and
would therefore stand firm.

[Sidenote: THE CAVE OF GUACHARO.]

In Venezuela is the celebrated cave of Guacharo, among the loftiest
precipices of the mountain range; the entrance being through a gloomy
ravine, running above a subterranean stream, the banks of which are
covered with luxurious vegetation. Guacharo, as the name implies,
is the resort of immense quantities of night birds, and their harsh
notes resounding through its dismal recesses gave it the reputation,
with the ignorant natives, of being the abode of the devil and his
imps. For generations they have had traditions of dreadful ceremonies
and hideous orgies held there, and have believed that many wicked
persons have been seized by the imps, carried into and tortured in
those awful recesses. They would not enter the cavern for any earthly
consideration, sincerely believing that to do so would insure the
loss of their souls. Humboldt, so far as known, was the first man who
ever set foot within Guacharo; and he then succeeded, after unwearied
patience and perseverance, in inducing a certain number of natives to
accompany him as guides. They had not proceeded far, however, when
the clamor of the birds so terrified them that they fled, in spite of
every effort of the great naturalist to calm their superstitious fears.

Near Iletski, in Russia, is a freezing cave, so called because,
reversing the order of the seasons, it is partially filled with ice in
the summer, and altogether free from ice in the winter. Not a few of
the caverns of the old world have been found to contain the bones of
extinct species of animals. One of these, at Kirkdale, in Yorkshire,
was discovered about half a century ago, and in it were quantities
of remains of bears, lions, tigers, hyenas, and hippopotami, all of
orders that had passed away. It is presumed that the Kirkdale cave was
for a long while a vast den of hyenas, and that some great inundation
destroyed them and their kind.

[Sidenote: THE GREATEST CAVE IN THE WORLD.]

The greatest cave known on the globe is the Mammoth Cave of Kentucky,
situated in Edmonson County, near the Green River, ninety-four
miles from Louisville, and nine miles from Cave City, the station
on the Louisville and Nashville Railway where passengers get off
when they wish to visit the celebrated cavern. The Mammoth Cave is
world-renowned: I have found that the people of every nation, even our
antipodes, are acquainted with it, though that may be the only thing
in America of which they have any clear apprehension. I question if
there be any other natural curiosity half so well known as that. Never
have I travelled in any domain inhabited by intelligent people, who
had not only heard of it, but who did not have something like accurate
information respecting its extent and peculiarities. Famous as it is,
and easy of access, comparatively few of our countrymen have explored
it. Indeed, the very ease of its access has prevented a great many
persons from going there who would otherwise have gone. What we can do
at any time we are not likely to do at all; for any time is really no
time. I have met residents of Naples who had never ascended Vesuvius,
or seen the ruins of Pompeii. I am acquainted with citizens of
Schaffhausen who have never set eyes on the magnificent Rhine Falls.
There are Parisians who have never been in the Louvre Gallery, or the
Park of Versailles; Romans who have never stood before the Apollo, the
Laocoön, or the Transfiguration; Athenians who have never been within
the Parthenon; Cairines to whom the pyramids are a dream; denizens
of St. Petersburg unacquainted with Moscow; Viennese ignorant of the
Belvedere and Schönbrunn; Berlinese unfamiliar with Potsdam, and
cultivated Londoners who have never made a pilgrimage to Stratford, to
the tomb of the most wonderful genius the world has yet shown.

It is not strange, therefore, that Kentuckians, liberal as their
state vanity is, should often die without “doing” the Mammoth Cave.
I remember how often I went within a few miles of the cave before I
took the trouble to visit it, and that, finally, dissatisfied with
myself for its long neglect, I made a special journey from New York
to carry out my much deferred purpose. For several years a branch
railway has been talked of from Cave City to the Cave; but it has
never been built, needful as it is in the saving of time. Eighteen
miles of coaching, in these rapid and driving days, appear to the
average traveller considerable of a task; and when to this is added
the two full days required for an exploration of the enormous cavern,
it is easy to understand why so many persons refuse to examine the
subterranean chamber lying along the Green River.

[Sidenote: A SWINDLING MANAGEMENT.]

You cannot do the cave in much less than four days, owing to the
determination of the coach-driver and the keeper of the hotel to delay
tourists as much as possible. I still recall my first experience,
and the second and third have not been in any essential respect
dissimilar. The train reached Cave City at twelve o’clock, but the
vehicle that was to convey me to the vast cavern would not leave for
more than two hours, this arrangement being entered into by interested
parties to secure each passenger for dinner at the railway station inn.

The conveyance takes its departure very leisurely, and before you are
fairly inside or outside, as the case may be, you are obliged to pay
not only your fare to the cave, but your fare back, even if you have
no intention of returning for a month. This ruffles most people, and
impregnates them with the notion that the astuteness of negotiations
in that neighborhood is not far removed from swindling—a notion
apt to be strengthened as they go on. Arriving at the Mammoth Cave
Hotel, a great, rambling, ill-kept, uncomfortable collection of frame
buildings, of the kind of which travellers in the South cannot be
ignorant, you are informed that you are too late to enter the cave on
that day.

There are two routes—the long, and short; the former extending nine
miles from the mouth of the cavern, and the latter three miles. The
day following you can do either of these, but if you want to do both
you must remain two days. There is no need of this, since a strong
man, accustomed to exercise, can make the double subterranean journey
in ten or twelve hours without difficulty. Were he to do so, however,
the rustic Boniface would lose the price of one day’s board; and
hence the tourist must be put to serious inconvenience and delay for
merely mercenary reasons. Men frequently offer to pay twice or thrice
the rate of the day’s board for the privilege of making the entire
underground journey in a single day. This is refused, because it
would fully expose the trick, and give an opportunity for victims to
advertise the fraud.

You may grumble—that is the privilege of every free-born citizen—but
you can’t help yourself. The public house employs the guides, and the
guides will do nothing contrary to the annoying and cheating customs
it has established. The hotel, the coachmen, and the guides, are in
league one with the other, and as there is only one Mammoth Cave,
and only one way of getting into it, if you are really determined to
see it, you may growl and swear as much as you please, but you must
conform to the rules that have been laid down for the private benefit
of the little ring, and for your own disadvantage.

[Sidenote: DISCOVERY OF THE CAVE.]

[Sidenote: A NARROW AND MISTAKEN POLICY.]

The cave was accidentally discovered some seventy years ago by a
hunter, and ten years later was worked for the purpose of procuring
saltpetre; the company so engaged finding it unprofitable, and at last
abandoning it to curiosity-seekers. The property belonged originally
to a Dr. Croghan, who died some years since, leaving it to the heirs
of the [General] Jessup estate. These heirs are so anxious to make
money out of it, and so narrow at the same time, that they have
adopted a penny-wise and pound-foolish policy. They will not lease
the hotel for a period of more than five years, and, consequently, no
lessee can be had who will make such improvements in the house and
grounds as are needed. They are very fearful that a new entrance to
the cave, beyond the limits of their real estate, will be discovered;
and for this reason all visitors are forbidden to carry compasses, or
make topographical observations upon the bearings or directions of
the great natural tunnel. They have purchased, since 1860, some three
thousand acres in the immediate vicinity of the cavern, from their
apprehension that on the land which they so acquire another gateway
might be found. They realize, I have been told, from fifteen thousand
dollars to twenty thousand dollars per annum from the fees (two
dollars each for the short, and three dollars each for the long route)
charged inflexibly to every tourist. They might make more than twice
as much by putting up a good hotel, building a railway to Cave City,
and dealing fairly with travellers. Numerous capitalists have tried in
vain to buy the cave property; but its owners, or the executors, will
not sell. They refuse themselves to do anything for the benefit of the
public, even when their interest prompts, and they refuse to allow
anybody else the desirable privilege. This cannot very long continue,
however. Time removes hunkses as well as difficulties, and cures
meanness by putting it under ground.

The region about the cave is very high,—four hundred feet above Cave
City,—and is said to be superlatively salubrious. The neighborhood
is very sparsely settled, but dwellers in it, according to popular
report, are compelled to move away when they wish to die; and hence
it happens that wealthy old uncles and disagreeable mothers-in-law
are always informed that Edmonson County is one of the most unhealthy
localities on this continent.

Game, such as quail, rabbits, wild turkey, and even deer, is abundant
there, which, with the good fishing in the Green River, less than a
mile distant from the public house, should recommend the vicinity
to sportsmen, and would unquestionably, if the accommodations were
what they ought to be. As it is, most visitors get so vexed with the
obnoxious arrangements appertaining to the Cave that they hurry off
after exploring it, and seldom go back. Even their memories of its
grandeur are infected with the Little Peddlington spirit of its
management, and the poetry of the place overlaid with the prose of its
accompanying sordidness.

Nearly all the old guides familiar to visitors before the War, when
Bell’s Tavern was the starting-point for the underground journey,
have yielded to nature and to circumstance. One of the ancient band,
however, Sam Meredith, still lingers,—at least, he did a year or two
ago—and is a genuine autochthon. He has been a guide for a quarter
of a century; was born on the spot, and has never been twenty miles
beyond the limits of the county. He is naturally intelligent, though
he can neither read nor write; but he makes up for these slight
defects of education by his skill with the rifle. He is regarded
as one of the best shots in Kentucky; has a wife and children, and
a small farm; receives fifteen dollars a month; does not know that
the world is round; believes Paris, in Kentucky, is the capital of
civilization, and is, on the whole, as contented a mortal as I have
ever met.

[Sidenote: TEMPERATURE OF THE CAVE.]

In addition to the short and long routes already mentioned, the great
cavern has a vast number of avenues and branches, many of which remain
as yet unexplored. All these ramifications, taken together, would
give a length to the cave, it is said, of nearly three hundred miles.
Its temperature, all the year round, is 59° Fahrenheit. The interior
air is believed to be much purer than that of the outer world,
and, on account of its elasticity and sweetness, to be remarkably
invigorating. There seems some foundation for this opinion, inasmuch
as tourists can make much more exertion, and endure much more fatigue,
in that underground region than they can on the ordinary surface of
the earth. I have observed weak men and delicate women perform acts
of pedestrianism which astonished themselves, and of which they would
be incapable outside the mouth of the cavern. I know that I have done
thirty miles in those sombre recesses in a few hours without being
jaded in the least, and on one occasion I accomplished the last mile
of the long route—the roughest and most difficult of all—in eleven
minutes by a stop watch, which the guide pronounced the best cave time
on record.

[Sidenote: DRESSED FOR THE EXPEDITION.]

My last visit to the cave was during the spring of 1870. Early as the
season was, I found at the hotel about a dozen persons bent on the
same errand. Seven or eight of them were anxious to traverse the long
route, and as that was my purpose also, we rose betimes, and prepared
ourselves for the journey. There were several ladies in the party, and
they were obliged to part with their hooped skirts and city attire,
and put on water-proof cloaks, with the simplest possible arrangement
of their hair and toilet. We tyrants of the race donned some old
clothes, heavy boots, and caps, each taking a lamp attached to long
wires, so that we could hold it easily and swing it as we walked
along. Our conductor, who was no other than Sam Meredith, looked very
carefully after our lamps, to see if they were properly supplied with
oil and properly trimmed, since the consequences of having one’s
light go out in those desolate chambers, and of being left in awful
solitude and darkness,—perhaps forever,—are in no manner pleasant to
contemplate. At different parts of the cave, small tanks of oil are
kept, from which the lamps may be replenished in case of accident, and
these have proved to be invaluable in numerous instances.

Eight o’clock in the morning was our hour for starting, and though
we had become acquainted the evening previous, we were so changed in
appearance—thanks to our simple attire—that we were scarcely able to
recognize one another when we assembled for the march.

The masculine excursionists had not undergone such a metamorphosis
as our feminine friends, whose mothers would have been excusable for
not knowing them in the Spartan severity of their costumes. One young
lady, whom I had thought quite pretty, was anything but pretty in the
absence of her usual chevelure and modish robes. Another girl, still
in her teens, who had appeared decidedly plain, really shone with
comeliness and grace in her water-proof and generally dishevelled
state. Her common raiment so set her off that I was obliged to
conclude that none of her personal charms depended on her wardrobe,
and that the less she wore the lovelier she seemed.

[Sidenote: A GROTESQUE COSTUME.]

A bright and intellectual widow, to whom years had brought a
breadth of figure in which Hogarth’s line of beauty could not be
traced, looked positively grotesque in her unique garments. Agility
acknowledged no kinship with her, and symmetry was unquestionably of
alien blood. She expressed, from the beginning, her scepticism as to
her endurance, and particularly inquired of our rustic fugleman if
she could rest a little on the way, provided she should happen to be
spent. As we set out, she evinced a lack of physical elasticity and
clearness of movement that foreboded ill to her success. But for the
gallantry due to all her sex, I should say she waddled, and presented
such a figure that, if Cruikshank had caught a glimpse of her, he
would have claimed her for his own.

We were off at last, and in a few minutes were before the mouth of
the mighty Kentucky marvel. There is nothing remarkable in the mouth,
which conveys the impression of a decayed and abandoned culvert, and
such I should take it to be, had I not known otherwise. The path by
which you enter is damp and slippery, unless in very dry weather,
and the opening of the cavern promises none of the wonders that the
interior reveals.

After going less than a hundred yards, we lost the spot of daylight
which the mouth furnished, and were wrapped in such shadows as might
have marked primeval chaos. Our little lamps displaced so small a
part of the thick darkness that the vast volumes which remained grew
blacker than ever. The air was so full of oxygen as to be sensible
at once, and I could not help but notice an inflation of my lungs
and a lightness of my limbs, such as one feels on mountain-tops. My
spirits rose rapidly, and my mood grew involuntarily hilarious. I
jested constantly, I laughed at the smallest trifle. Buoyancy was
in every breath, and a mercurial quality, by a strange paradox, in
the surrounding gloom. The cave, if not delightful, was exhilarating
in the highest degree, and I fancied it would be agreeable to spend
nights there. I should say days, if the word did not convey an
impression of light. The effect of the place on me was entirely
different from that of the Paris Catacombs, owing, doubtless, to the
oxygenated air. The peculiarity of my temperament, however, which,
by a principle of antagonism, reflects the opposite of surroundings,
must have had something to do with it. Society which is considered
the gayest oppresses, and graveyards enliven me. It is not strange,
therefore, that the Mammoth Cave, apart from its atmosphere, should
animate my spirits.

[Sidenote: A REFUGE OF BATS.]

We noticed that the walls and roof of the cavern were frescoed with
bats hanging by their claws, heads downward, though some of them were
flying nimbly about in the darkness, evidently disturbed by the glare
of our torches, and the noise of our speech. During the winter they
assemble there in such quantities that the curves of the cave are
black with them. Their flitting through the thick gloom, relieved only
by the flare and glare of the lamps (added to the hollow and dreary
echoes awakened by our voices, and succeeded every few moments by an
oppressive stillness), made those vast limestone chambers appear so
dismal that the women of the party declared they should go mad if
forced to remain in them for any length of time.

Very soon we came to the remnants of a number of rude habitations
erected in 1845, and inhabited by certain consumptives who had been
recommended to try the equable temperature and pure air of the tunnel,
with the hope that their lungs might be healed. The poor patients
had high expectations from living there, and though their first
experience was not favorable, they remained several months, unwilling
to believe that they would not be ultimately helped. The longer they
remained, the worse they grew. After a while their faces became
livid; the pupils of their eyes expanded, and darkened until the
iris was invisible, having the appearance of two spots burning above
a deathly pallor. They lost every particle of flesh; crept gloomily
about, coughing so hollowly as to suggest the sound of the first
earth falling upon a coffin-lid; and added to the natural dreariness
of the vault a hundred-fold. Everybody saw and knew that they were
tottering on the brink of the grave; and yet, such was their hope—a
distinct and inseparable accompaniment of the disease—that they could
not be persuaded to quit that purgatory. They even imagined they were
improving, and insisted that they were stronger, when they could not
drag their leaden limbs after them.

[Sidenote: AN UNSUCCESSFUL SANITARY EXPERIMENT.]

The preciousness of existence (to most persons) was strikingly
illustrated in those poor consumptives who had no hold on life, and
still could not be resigned to death. One would think that serious
trouble with the lungs would disarm the grave of most of the terrors
it is popularly supposed to have (those who have had much familiarity
with death are aware that this is an error), since it destroys all
physical comfort, and all mental peace. And yet quite the contrary
is true. Generally, no man is so unwilling to order the undertaker
as the man who has long suffered from consumption, which shows how
inconsistent and unreasonable human nature is, especially after it has
been badgered by doctors and dosed with drugs.

Finally three or four of the consumptives expired in the cavern,—there
were nearly twenty of them in all,—and the remainder having it
borne in upon them that neither consumption nor the Mammoth Cave
could insure immortality, they consented to be removed. Every one
of them died—if they could be considered to have been in any true
sense alive—within a few weeks after their return to the sky and the
sunlight. But the history of their residence in those dreary chambers
will be remembered for generations, and in 4873 will have become one
of the traditions of the cave, so altered and exaggerated that very
few of the positive facts will be left or allowed to mar the poetic
and romantic version then current.

The cavern varies greatly in width and height, and so many avenues
branch off from it, that it would be almost impossible to thread your
way without a guide. A large part of the passages have been explored
at different times; but some of them are virgin yet. The majority of
the branches end on the bank of the river, and it is very strange
that new mouths to the tunnel have not been discovered. It is not
improbable that they have been; but the owners of the property,
as I have said, are so fearful of suffering from a rivalry in the
show business that they would be the last to disclose any such fact.
Different quarters of the cavern are differently named, according
to their actual or fancied resemblance to the titles they bear. It
requires a deal of imagination to trace the similitude sometimes,
though at others it is apparent at the first glance.

[Sidenote: UNDERGROUND CHURCH.]

The Methodist Church, one of the first localities of note, is a
semicircular chamber, in which a ledge of a rock represents the
pulpit. Theological service has been performed there, and the logs
brought in for seats are still in perfect preservation, though they
have been there more than half a century. More recently service has
been improvised by enthusiastic itinerants of the Methodist creed,
who, having heard that the groves were God’s first temples, may infer
that caves have an equal fitness for divine worship. The imagination
on which religious fervor so largely depends could not fail to be
kindled by burning tapers, swelling music, and earnest appeals in
those natural aisles and chancels, nor could they do other than remind
the pious participants of the primeval Christians who fled to caverns
and to catacombs that they might adore their Creator in secret, and be
preserved from persecution.

Just beyond the church is a figure of gypsum on the roof, a sort
of bas-relief called the American Eagle. Patriotism prevents me
from indorsing this symbolic bird, which, whatever it may have been
originally, is now sorely shorn and shattered. One leg, a wing, and
part of the body are literally relieved, being no longer visible under
the light of a dozen lamps; and the entire animal is so deranged that
it might as well be styled a dromedary or a griffin. The American
eagle is usually on such admirable terms with itself that I am
confident this bird would be ashamed to pretend that it is what it
is represented to be. If it be an eagle, I will be sworn it does not
know it. I choose to consider it a unicorn, since a unicorn is a
fabulous beast, and may be presumed to resemble anything, even that
amorphous gypsum figure on the roof. If the likeness cannot be traced
by ordinary observers, they may be reminded that it consists in the—or
more properly in a—horn.

Minerva’s Dome is remarkable for its fluted walls and a honey-combed
roof, though why it should be devoted to Minerva, who is not herself
present in any form of natural sculpture, is an enigma not to be
solved. The probability is, that Kentucky orators have so constantly
referred to Minerva springing full-armed from the brain of Jove, that
the goddess, even if she once had her image there, has removed it,
lest its sight might induce the five or six public speakers in the
state who have not used the time-honored simile to force it into their
next brilliant effort.

[Sidenote: THE FAT MAN’S MISERY.]

Near the Dome, those who wish to traverse the short route only, branch
off, while the long route is continued until the cave contracts, and
Fat Man’s Misery is reached. This is a passage through the rocks so
very narrow that a man of average proportions is compelled to go
sidewise. It must have been worn by a stream of water in the dim ages
past; and now the only stream of water visible is that which flows
down the sight-seer’s face, as he toils along, and crawls through the
Valley of Humility, where the roof is so low that you are obliged to
bend nearly double. Persons with weak backs, or inclined to lumbago,
have to return here with the fleshy people who have surrendered at
the Fat Man’s Misery. The Great Relief is a broad passage, a little
farther on, where tourists bring themselves to an erect position once
more, and mop their brows with their handkerchiefs, so frequently
brought into activity during their arduous journey.

[Sidenote: RIVERS IN MAMMOTH CAVE.]

There are numerous streams in the cave, the chief of which have been
christened the Echo and Roaring Rivers, the Styx and the Lethe;
the last often called Oblivion, because the unclassical public is
resolved to pronounce the Greek title as if it were a monosyllable.
The Echo River is renowned for its echoes. It is much larger and more
striking than the other streams, and when it is high, as it usually
is in the spring, it is difficult to cross. When I last made the
passage, I had to lie almost flat in the little boat to get under the
shelving rocks, and, only a few days before, the guides had to stop
there in consequence of the swollen stream. After we had rowed out a
little way, we shouted, and called, and sang, and had the pleasure
of hearing our words come back to us again and again, with almost
perfect articulation. Even the tone of the voice and the emphases are
preserved, and I could scarcely believe sometimes that persons were
not concealed, and repeating our phrases. The thick darkness, and the
weird aspect of the cavern at that point, aid the fancy, and stimulate
the feeling of superstition, said to exist, more or less, in every
human breast. Two hundred years ago, countless witnesses might have
been found to tell of hobgoblins and demons they had heard with their
own ears, and seen with their own eyes, too, in the ghastly vault.

The Roaring River does not roar much,—indeed, not at all,—and is not
especially noteworthy. It is a dark and turbid stream when it is high,
though at its lower stage, it is as clear as any of the south-western
waters. We rowed over it, as we had rowed over the Echo River, our
little scow being as inconvenient, awkward, and dirty as its fellow.

The Styx flows about a hundred feet below the floor of the cave, and
is passed by a rough wooden bridge. We could hear the murmur of the
stream below, and tried, with the aid of our lamps, to see it. We did
not succeed until the guide attached two or three of the lights to
a long pole, and let them down over the bridge. Then we saw a great
fissure in the rock (manifestly made by the water), the walls of
which are tolerably smooth. The borders of the chasm were so slippery
that great caution was necessary to prevent one from falling into the
yawing gulf. Near the Styx is the Bottomless Pit—a nominal no less
than an actual hyperbole, because it has a bottom not more than one
hundred and seventy-five feet from the spot where we stood. We peered
down into it as best we could, and concluded that it merited its title
in point of gloom and dreariness.

[Sidenote: DESCENDING THE BOTTOMLESS PIT.]

Until within a few years the pit had never been descended; but
several enterprising and rapid Kentuckians, who had done nothing to
distinguish themselves, thought they would render their names historic
by becoming acquainted temporarily with the region which, they feared,
they might know permanently in the future. They went to the spot well
prepared with lights, ropes, hooks, and ladders; but the place looked
so ugly that only one of them had the nerve to go down. He came within
an ace of breaking his neck several times before he was lowered to the
base, where, after groping about for half an hour, and finding nothing
but rough rocks, he expressed a desire to be pulled up again.

This was easier said than done, in consequence of the difficulty of
managing the rope. On his upward passage he was jammed against the
walls, and cut by sharp ledges, until he was exhausted, more from
terror and pain than from loss of blood; and finally he was dragged
to the top, just as the rope, in several places, held only by a few
slight strands. He did not recover from his wounds and the shock
to his nervous system for a long while, and he frequently asserted
that he would not repeat the excursion for any consideration under
heaven. He never recovered, I may say, from the indirect effect of his
exploit; for it gave him a certain local notoriety, and he nourished
his fame on such generous quantities of Bourbon whiskey, known in
the state as Kentucky wine, that, after several brilliant seasons of
imbibition at Frankfort, the delirium tremens and two undertakers took
him to his eternal home.

Since then, the descent of the Bottomless Pit has been made not
unfrequently, one of George D. Prentice’s sons having performed the
feat, and furnished a two-column article of sophomorical extolment
thereon in the Louisville Journal.

The Lethe has steep and rocky banks, and as we floated down its
current, through the almost tangible darkness, with our flickering
torches and the hollow murmur of our voices, it really seemed as if
we might be disembodied spirits on the sad Plutonian shore. When
we ceased to chatter, the dropping of water through the roof into
the stream, and the dip of the oars, broke the silence with strange
impressiveness.

[Sidenote: MUSIC ON THE LETHE.]

Sam Meredith was not musical: but I remember on a previous occasion,
that our ancient sable guide treated me to a dirge on the flute, while
we glided over the bosom of the river of oblivion. The effect was
magical; the solemn strains were so in keeping with the sombreness of
the surroundings, the flame of the torches was so weird and fitful,
the faces of the tourists looked so pale and wondering, and the ebony
player assumed such an impishness of form and feature, that I should
not have been in the least astonished to meet, sailing along in
another boat, spirits long departed from the world.

Would it had been Lethe indeed! How gladly I should have drank of
its waters! how willingly have forgotten the earthly life and all
its sorrows, including the bad breakfast I was to get at the hotel
the next morning, and the boredom I was doomed to encounter for the
fortnight to come!

On the long route the most noticeable localities are the passage of
El Ghor, a long, narrow, covered causeway; the Brown Chamber, so
called from the color of its walls, and its square, apartment-like
shape; Martha’s Vineyard, the roof of which resembles clusters of
grapes cut in marble; Snow-ball Grotto, showing a remarkable likeness
to sculptured (floral) snowballs overhead; the Rose Chamber, a fine
counterfeit of roses in rock; Silliman’s Avenue, a narrow gallery so
regular that it might have been the work of engineers; and numerous
chambers of different proportions, and marked by striking geological
features.

The Maelstrom is an ordinary pool containing an eddy and a great
disappointment at the same time. It is no more of a sham, however,
than the famous (fabulous) whirlpool off the coast of Norway, which
was supposed to carry down ships and whales, and which in reality is
not perilous to vessels or even small open boats, except during winter
and in time of violent storms.

The Rocky Mountains, the end of the long route, extend about a mile,
and are nothing more than an extremely rough surface detrimental to
the physical comfort and shoe-leather of those going over them. Women
seldom attempt this passage, which has little to commend it except the
difficulty of its execution, and the probability of fatigue in its
accomplishment.

[Sidenote: EYELESS FISH IN THE ECHO RIVER.]

I should have mentioned the celebrated eyeless fish, peculiar to the
Echo and other rivers. They have been the cause of many scientific
theories and speculations among _savants_, who have deduced from them
either that Nature does not furnish organs which are of no use, or
that organs unemployed cease to exist. Abundant as the fish are, it
is difficult to catch them, and I was considered extremely fortunate
because I secured three or four in as many minutes. I gave them to
a man who had dabbled somewhat in science, and he was very grateful
for the present. I told him he need not be, for I would rather have
half a dozen brook trout or a Spanish mackerel for breakfast than
all the eyeless fish the Mammoth Cave contained. These sightless
little creatures, generally about four inches long, resemble ordinary
minnows, though of a rather darker hue, and more inclined to
translucency.

On the short route, the Giant’s Causeway, the Gothic Chapel, the
Grand Dome, and the Star Chamber, especially the last, have the most
reputation and attract the most attention. The Causeway receives its
name from its likeness to the Causeway on the coast of Ireland, and
the likeness is considerable, as I can testify by actual observation.

The Chapel is striking and picturesque, albeit there is no more
reason to call it Gothic than Doric or Ionic. It closely resembles
a chapel, and I should fancy Nature might have been in an
ecclesiastico-architectural mood when she formed it.

The Grand Dome is seen through a large opening in the wall, and shows
to great advantage, being about one hundred feet below the ordinary
level, and one hundred feet above, and possessing a vastness and
majesty to which few other parts of the cave can lay claim.

[Sidenote: WONDERS OF THE STAR CHAMBER.]

The amount of rhetoric the Star Chamber has given rise to is beyond
calculation. It has supplied innumerable similes, and has been
discoursed upon in every language. The Chamber is some seventy feet
high, and the roof is composed of crystal of gypsum, and black
oxide of manganese. As soon as we entered the Chamber, the guide
took several of our lamps, descended into a hollow in the rock, and
threw the light therefrom upon the ceiling. The effect was wonderful.
The light, striking upon the crystals of gypsum, made them look
precisely like stars, and—all the lower part of the vault being in
deep shadow—created so complete an illusion that I could hardly
doubt but that I was standing under the evening sky. Never was space
so elongated. Those seventy feet seemed immeasurable. The longer I
gazed, the more the shining ceiling appeared like the heavens. I could
scarcely believe that I was under ground, and that the green grass and
trees were growing above my head. I was completely lost for a while,
just as any one will be after a long and earnest contemplation of the
stars; and when the guide stepped out of the hollow with the lamps,
and changed the scene entirely, I felt as if I had been awakened
from a dream. My companions were unreserved in their expressions of
astonishment and delight, and “beautiful,” “splendid,” “magnificent,”
“marvellous” were the adjectives that dropped momentarily from their
lips. The Mammoth Cave would be well worth visiting, if its only
wonder were the Star Chamber. I have seen it a number of times, and
each time its beauty is greater, and its illusion more complete.

[Illustration: VIEWS IN MAMMOTH CAVE, KENTUCKY.]

The dimensions of the cave find their extremes in the Fat Man’s
Misery and the Grand Dome—the former not more than twelve inches
wide, and the latter over a hundred feet. The height varies quite as
much. The Valley of Humility, where one is obliged to make a crawling
L of himself, is offset by the loftiest rocky chambers; and the
frequently smooth limestone floor is diversified by streams, ledges,
and roughnesses culminating in the so-styled Rocky Mountains. What the
cave lacks more than aught else is stalactites and stalagmites, though
these are found well represented in the Gothic Chapel. The great
cavern is noted for its variety, having nearly all the remarkable
features that characterize other celebrated caves. It is no less
attractive to the ordinary sight-seer than it is to the naturalist,
the geologist, or the general lover of science. It appeals to every
taste—to that of the poet and of the philosopher, of the curious and
the enthusiastic, of the reverent and the sceptical, of the worldling
and the mystagogue.

[Sidenote: FATIGUES OF THE JOURNEY.]

How did your party come out? The masculine portion of it very much
as it went in, except that some members complained very bitterly of
fatigue. The feminine portion suffered in various ways. The young
woman who had been changed for the worse by the cave costume, grew
homelier and homelier every mile she went, and so disenchanted her
immediate companion—he was her lover, I think—that after the excursion
he ceased to regard her with fond and favoring eyes.

The other young woman, who needed not the foreign aid of ornament,
steadily improved with fatigue, drippings of water, and splashings of
mud. If she had fallen into the Styx or Lethe, and then been drawn
for half an hour over the floor of the cave, I have little doubt she
would have appeared charming. I never knew one of her sex to make such
æsthetic advances under adverse circumstances.

The plethoric widow gave out a dozen times during the journey,
detained us materially, and was at last left behind, in company with
a sympathizing friend, until the rest of us had retraced our steps,
and literally taken her up again. She declared that she never would be
able to get rested; and two weeks after her journey I heard she was
still an inmate of the hotel, bemoaning her fatigue and disordered
nerves.

Persons have been lost, from time to time, in the cave, but not
nearly so often as has been reported. Some years ago, one of a party
who made the exploration disappeared in the Star Chamber, and all
effort to find him proved abortive. When they went back to the hotel,
the greater part of the valuables belonging to the excursionists,
which had been deposited with the landlord, had faded out of sight.
Investigation established a close connection between the disappearance
of the man in the Star Chamber and the watches and jewelry. The
fellow was, unquestionably, a professional thief, but had pretended
to be a clergyman from St. Louis. After the party had set out, he
hurried back to the house, and informing Boniface that the ladies
and gentlemen had altered their minds, and preferred to take their
valuables with them, the latter was unsuspecting enough to hand them
over. The pretended divine rejoined the excursionists, kept his own
counsel, and consulted his interests by disappearing from the Star
Chamber when the lamps had been removed.

[Sidenote: ACCIDENTS IN THE CAVE.]

In 1835 two men from Bourbon County, Kentucky,—their appearance
indicated that they had for a long time quaffed the fiery beverage of
that region,—arrived at Bell’s Tavern, and declared that they could go
all through the cave without a guide, and come out safely. They even
laid wagers to that effect, and though they were warned against such
folly, they started upon their expedition. They certainly went in, but
they have never come out; and as thirty-seven years have elapsed, it
is highly probable they have deferred their return indefinitely. It
is supposed that they got lost in some of the windings off the main
route, and starved to death.

In the summer of 1840, a middle-aged lady from Boston suddenly swooned
from fatigue, while making the underground journey, and sinking to the
earth in silence, the remainder of the party went on without missing
her. On their way back, the guide observed her sitting on a stone,
chattering to herself like a monkey. The poor woman had become insane.
Recovering her consciousness, and finding herself in the darkness,—for
in her fall she had extinguished her lamp,—she had believed herself
lost, as it is supposed, and the terror had shattered her intellect.
The excursionists had not been absent two hours; and yet that
brief time was sufficient to destroy her reason utterly. She never
recovered, and died two years after in the Worcester (Massachusetts)
Insane Asylum, a raving maniac.

To be lost in the Mammoth Cave would be enough to overturn the
strongest brain, since, with all its beauties and wonders, it has
capacities for terrible tragedy and ineffable horror.




XXXII.

INSURANCE AND ITS MYSTERIES.

     HISTORY OF FIRE AND MARINE INSURANCE.—LIFE INSURANCE.—OBJECTIONS
     OF A CALIFORNIAN.—HOW HE ANSWERED AN AGENT.—FRAUDS UPON
     COMPANIES.—A DEEP-LAID SCHEME.—JOHNSON AND HIS THIRTY THOUSAND
     DOLLARS.—OPENING A GRAVE.—A FICTITIOUS CORPSE.—PURSUIT BY
     DETECTIVES AND CAPTURE OF THE SWINDLER.—LITIGATIONS ABOUT
     INSURANCE.—CHINESE TRICKS ON AGENTS.—SUBSTITUTES FOR EXECUTION.


The system of fire and marine insurance has been in use for centuries.
The Chinese claim to have invented it, as they have claimed nearly
everything else; but the probabilities are, that it was of western
origin. It is alluded to in the English laws about the middle of the
thirteenth century. Its earliest form was in that of marine insurance;
afterwards the system of fire insurance was invented. Still later came
insurance against death, which has grown in recent years to very great
proportions.

Many people are unable to understand how insurances can be effected
against an event which is sure to happen. There is a story of a man in
California who was approached by an insurance agent with a request to
take out a policy on his life. The agent painted in glowing colors the
advantages of insurance, and the man listened to him very patiently.
When the agent had finished his story, the victim said with great
deliberation, “Stranger, I have lived in this yere country twenty-five
years. I have bucked agin nearly every game that they have ever
brought out, but I’ll be hanged if I want to play at anything where I
have got to die before I can win.”

[Sidenote: OBJECTIONS TO INSURANCE.]

The objection which this individual made against insuring his life,
was a very natural one, and is an objection made by many people,
though in a different form. The insurance companies, some of them at
least, meet this objection with a plan by which a man arriving at a
certain age without dying, can draw the money that would come to his
heirs in case he died before the specified age was attained. They have
devised other plans to meet the objections of all classes of people,
and it is safe to say, that the system of life insurance is about
as near perfection as it is possible to bring it. It is a question
whether, in many cases, the companies do not reap a much larger
advantage than is their just due. It is noticeable that the companies,
as a general thing, pay enormous salaries to their officers, erect
costly buildings, pay heavy dividends, and have a good time generally.
The conclusion is natural that the rates of insurance are altogether
too high, and the advantages are much greater for the companies than
for their patrons.

It is possible, sometimes, for dishonest men to defraud the insurance
companies, though it is not always easy. The companies are generally
on the safe side; they require the most positive proof of the death
of a person whose life has been insured, and they throw a great many
obstacles in the way of the collection of the amount of the insurance.
I have known them to demand one certificate after another, and compel
the person who was endeavoring to collect the insurance money to make
ten or twelve visits to the office before meeting his just demands.
Very often, after the death of an insured person, questions are raised
which were never before mentioned. The premiums may have been paid
for years, and the officers of the company claim to make a discovery
that relieves them from all responsibility. In some cases their action
in this respect is just, but in many others it is about as unjust as
anything that can well be conceived. It would seem proper that where a
person has been accepted for insurance, and the premiums on the amount
of money called for have been regularly paid and received without
objection, no objection should be raised after the person’s death.

[Sidenote: NEAT FRAUD ON A COMPANY.]

Some interesting stories are told of the way in which insurance
companies are sometimes defrauded. One was told to me by the secretary
of a prominent company in New York, which indicates great ingenuity on
the part of the swindler.

“One day,” said the secretary, “a man called at our office, and said
he wished to effect an insurance of ten thousand dollars on his life,
and was ready to submit himself for immediate examination.

“The physician of the company was called in, and made a careful
examination of this man, whom I will call Johnson. Johnson was
pronounced a good subject. All sorts of questions were asked, and he
answered all of them satisfactorily. He was closely inspected. His
limbs were pinched, and his chest was thumped in the orthodox way,
but no defect could be discovered. To all appearances he was good for
three-score and ten, and possibly more. He gave us references, stated
that he was a clerk in an up-town house, and his statement was fully
verified. I called upon his employer, inquired about his clerk, and
was told that his character was of the best, and that he was a very
industrious and strictly temperate young man. We were satisfied, and
insured his life for the full amount.

“In a little while he made a request to be permitted to travel west,
and of course we granted it. His parents lived in a small town in
Connecticut. He had married in New York, and had been married for
three or four years. Occasionally he took his wife on a brief visit
to his old home. He went west soon after his application, and we lost
sight of him. His wife accompanied him, and he announced his intention
of finding employment and settling in one of the western cities.

“Six or eight months after his departure, his wife telegraphed to her
friends in the east that her husband was very ill with pneumonia. Two
days later she telegraphed that he was dead, and that she would bring
the body to Connecticut for burial.

“In due course of time she arrived, dressed in deep mourning, and
evidently suffering from deep grief. The funeral was held, his parents
attended, the coffin was opened, and the features were visible through
the glass plate, though they were much dimmed by the moisture which
collected on the inside.

“A few days after the funeral, the widow, whose name had been
inserted in the policy at the request of her loving husband, called
at our office, presented the proper papers, and made the necessary
application. We made an investigation, were satisfied that everything
was correct, and paid over the money.

“We lost sight of the widow after that, but learned casually that
after a short residence in New York she had gone to California.

[Sidenote: AN EXTENSIVE SWINDLE.]

“We happened to learn also, soon after, that the same man had insured
his life for ten thousand dollars in another company, a Massachusetts
one, having an agency in New York; and also in a Hartford company for
the same amount. Of course this naturally raised our suspicions. The
premium on thirty thousand dollars is a very heavy one for a man on a
clerks salary, and we became convinced that all was not right; so we
began an investigation.

“We saw the merchant that had employed Johnson while in this city,
and learned that the young man went west at the time indicated.
The merchant had heard of his death, but had no positive proof or
knowledge of it. Then we went to the village in Connecticut whence
Johnson had hailed, and though we made the most searching inquiries,
we could learn nothing to confirm our suspicions. His parents were
positive of his death. Had they not seen his widow? and had they not
seen his features through the glass plate of the coffin? and had they
not seen that coffin buried in the public cemetery? To their minds
everything was perfectly straight, and they were indignant at our
supposing that there might be something wrong.

“I had a suspicion that the body in the coffin might be a ‘dummy’
with a wax face, in imitation of the features of Johnson. So I hired
the sexton in charge of the cemetery to open the grave and allow me
to examine the interior of the coffin. We did the work at night,
and unknown to Johnson’s parents, as we knew they would be greatly
offended if they learned what was going on. But I was doomed to
disappointment, as the corpse proved to be genuine, and as good a one
as ever was buried. Plainly I was on the wrong scent when searching
for a body of straw and a face of wax.

“The three companies agreed to work in concert, and share the expenses
of an investigation into the whole affair. We sent a detective to the
city where Johnson had died, and after a little inquiry he ascertained
that a man answering to the name of Johnson, and the proper
description, had actually died in that city. His body had been sent
to the east, and that was all that was known; but it was ascertained
that instead of dying of pneumonia after a few days’ illness, the man
had lingered some time with a disease strongly resembling consumption.
Here was a clew which we determined to follow up.

[Sidenote: PURSUING A WIDOW.]

“As the widow had gone to California, we told the detective to follow,
and trace her out. She had written no letters to the parents of her
dead husband, except a single one announcing her arrival at San
Francisco, and giving a brief description of her overland journey. She
said she had friends living near San Francisco, and she expected to
reside a short time with them; perhaps she might remain in that place
through the winter, and perhaps not; could not tell; would write again.

“The detective had a long search for the widow, and visited every
place around San Francisco, and even advertised for the missing
Mrs. Johnson. His advertisement stated, after describing her in
sufficiently explicit terms, that by sending a note to a certain
address she would learn something to her advantage. This was not
exactly true, as she would have learned something greatly to her
disadvantage, had the detective been able to find her; but in the
pursuit of criminals, it is generally considered proper to tell a few
falsehoods in order to serve the ends of justice.

[Sidenote: A SHARP EYE FOR MONEY.]

“One day the detective visited a ship which had just come in from
the Sandwich Islands. He went there with an acquaintance who knew
the captain, and was invited on board. While they were in the cabin
enjoying the captain’s welcome, the detective heard the ship’s steward
telling a friend, who had called to see him, something about their
last voyage out. He said there were a lady and gentleman, very nice
people, who occupied a state-room, which he indicated, and who seemed
to be very fond of each other. ‘They had a good deal of money with
them,’ said the steward, ‘and they were pretty liberal with it, though
they would never allow me or anybody else to go into their state-room,
unless one of them was there. They had their money in a small trunk,
which they kept under the lower berth; and whenever they were both out
of the room at the same time, they always carried the key with them.

“‘When their room was fixed up in the morning, one of them always
stood near the door; and if we wanted to steal ever so much, we would
not have had a chance. To make everything sure, they had a spring-lock
on the door—a lock they brought with them, and fixed there with the
captain’s permission. They were not going to have anybody get into
their room with a pass-key.’

“The steward went on to describe the couple, and the detective found
himself interested. So he questioned him very closely, and became
pretty well satisfied that the gentleman was the veritable Johnson who
was supposed to be dead and buried some months before in Connecticut,
and that the lady was the disconsolate widow who had drawn the money
from the insurance company.

“Here was a dilemma; the captain and steward only knew that their
passengers had gone to Honolulu. They sailed not under the name of
Johnson, but under the very rare name of Smith. John Smith, I believe,
was the gentleman’s name, while the lady was Mrs. John Smith. It is
not easy, as everybody knows, to trace out a man bearing this name;
and even if he could be traced, very little good could come out of it,
if the man were in one of the South Pacific Islands, or, in fact, in
any place where our extradition laws could not reach him.

“While we were about it, we thought it would be well to know the
whole truth of the matter; and so we sent the detective down to the
islands, and told him to follow them up, but not to make it expensive.
He went to the islands, and there found that the parties had gone to
Australia. Then he went to Australia, and traced them to New Zealand,
and in New Zealand he found that they had gone, according to the best
of his information, in about three different ways; so he went back to
Australia. After a long and vigilant search he found them in Melbourne.

“He had no authority for the arrest and detention of Johnson, though
he made him believe that he had, and frightened him into giving up
half of the money he had fraudulently obtained, on condition that he
should not be further troubled, and on the condition also that he
should tell the whole story of the accomplishment of his fraud. As
long as we could not get the fellow, we thought his story would be an
interesting one, and would serve to put us on our guard in future.
The detective obtained what he believed the whole story, and with the
money Johnson had returned he made his way as speedily as possible to
New York.

[Sidenote: HOW THE FRAUD WAS ARRANGED.]

“The deception began at the very outset of the scheme. Bear in
mind that the man’s name was Johnson, that he was from a town in
Connecticut, had married his wife in New York, and was in the store of
a merchant of the great metropolis. There was a clerk in that store
by the name of Johnson, and he was from Connecticut; we will say
Smithville. He had married in New York about four years before this
occurrence. He was a steady, well-behaved man, and contemplated going
west. His wife had a small amount of property in her own name, but she
was not personally known to the merchant, and the merchant did not
know that Johnson hailed from Smithville. There was another clerk in
the adjoining store whose name was likewise Johnson. For convenience
in designating the two men, I will call the second one Roberts. He
came from Brownsville, in Connecticut. He had been married about four
years. He was a fast fellow, and rather unscrupulous, though his
employer did not know that he was in any way dishonest. The two clerks
had become acquainted by accident.

“When Roberts ascertained that Johnson conceived the idea of going
west, he (Roberts) laid a plan for swindling somebody. His wife was as
unscrupulous as himself, and so she entered into the scheme. Roberts
was of vigorous health, and could pass an examination with a life
insurance company without trouble. He was of the height, complexion,
and general appearance of Johnson; and this fact, added to the other
coincidences greatly favored his scheme. So he came to us, and
obtained the insurance, as before stated. When we made the inquiry of
the merchant, his answers were satisfactory, and all the references
were exactly as he stated them.

“His plan worked completely. He waited patiently until Johnson went
west, and then he went likewise. He did not, however, go to the same
city.

“He explained that it was his intention, a month or two after his
arrival out west, to obtain from a body-snatcher a corpse which would
answer his description, and then his wife would send the proper
telegram to her friends in the east, and proceed there with the
remains, which would appear to be those of her husband.

[Sidenote: FORTUNE FAVORS THE WICKED.]

“Fortune favored his scheme more than he had anticipated. At a
boarding-house where he was temporarily lodged, he found that a
boarder named Johnson was in very bad health, and not expected to
live. Affecting an interest in him, and claiming to discover a
relationship, he tended him carefully until the time of his death. The
detective had a suspicion that the sick man was helped along, but of
that there was no proof. Immediately after the death of the invalid,
the telegram was sent, and the wife proceeded east, as before related.
She had been at one time an actress, and was very good at simulating
grief. She deceived all the relatives of her husband in the most
complete manner. They thought her bowed down and broken-hearted with
grief, when all the time she was doubtless laughing in her sleeve.
The honest Johnson, whose name had been used without his knowledge or
consent, was found, after the detective’s return, to have lived at
St. Louis, the place to which he had first emigrated, and had gone
thence to New Orleans. He was much surprised when he learned what had
occurred, and positively denied ever having an insurance on his life,
or on that of anybody else. I suppose the swindler Johnson is still
in Australia, and trust that he will end his days there in peace and
quiet—though I fear his success in this instance will embolden him to
some other fraud. His operation was fairly, though not exceedingly
profitable, as, after deducting the premiums for the first year of
insurance, the expenses of his expedition, and the money he returned,
he did not net more than ten thousand dollars by the operation.”

[Sidenote: HOW POLICIES ARE VITIATED.]

Some of the insurance companies insert in their policies an
announcement that the policy becomes void if death results from
execution on the gallows, or in any other legal way, or from suicide.
On one occasion a man whose life was insured was killed in a duel,
and the company refused to pay the policy, on the ground that the man
died virtually by his own act. His adversary was known to be a dead
shot. The lawyer of the company, after stating all the arguments to
show that a man who goes a duelling is, for all practical purposes,
a suicide, clinched his argument by declaring that a man who would
go out with such an adversary might know beforehand that he would be
killed, and therefore his death was voluntary. I believe the court did
not sustain the claim of the company, but required the amount named in
the policy to be paid to the heirs of the unfortunate duellist.

I have heard it argued by insurance men that, where a person insured
takes to hard drinking, and dies from the effects of rum, he dies by
his own hand, and the suicide clause exempts the insurance company. In
some cases, I believe, this claim has been sustained; but it is now
generally discarded. A few cases have occurred in the United States
where men have insured their lives for the benefit of their families,
and have then deliberately killed themselves. The insurance companies,
in those cases, have resisted the payment of the claims; but, I
believe, they have been generally, though, not always, allowed.

[Sidenote: POPULARITY OF SUICIDE IN CHINA.]

There are some countries in the world where an insurance company
would be ruined in a very short time, if it paid the insurance claims
of men who kill themselves. In China, for instance, let a company
start upon this basis, and it would do a flourishing business for
a short time. Men in China are much more ready than others to die
for the benefit of their families or themselves; and a Chinese who
could make a good thing by killing himself would be sure to do it.
A company doing business in the way I have just stated would find,
some pleasant morning, that about half of its policy-holders were
dead, and the other half were making their preparations for blotting
themselves out of existence. The Chinese loves his family, and would
think he was doing a nice stroke of business by insuring his life for
their benefit, and then, quietly bidding them good by, “handing in
his checks.” If he could effect an insurance for a thousand dollars,
he would spend a hundred in having a glorious spree, and leave nine
hundred dollars to his afflicted widow.

[Illustration: EXECUTION OF A CHINESE CRIMINAL.]

[Sidenote: CHINESE SUBSTITUTES.]

The indifference of the Chinese to death may be well illustrated by
an allusion to the substitute system, as practised in the Celestial
Empire. Persons condemned to death for certain offences are allowed to
die by a substitute. This would be utterly impossible in America, as
one could nowhere buy a substitute who would be willing to die for a
stipulated sum; but in the Celestial Empire it is easy enough to find
a man who is ready to take the place of one accused of a crime and
ordered to be executed. The real culprit sends a friend to make the
negotiations. The broker can find a man for about six hundred dollars,
half down, and the balance on the fulfilment of the contract. The cash
is paid, and the time fixed for the execution, both of the contract
and substitute. With the money in hand, the substitute assembles his
friends, and they have a right royal spree. Everybody gets blind
drunk on samshoo or opium, and when the money is all expended,
the substitute bids farewell to his friends, and delivers himself up
for sacrifice. He is led to the place of execution, where he drops
on his knees. His head is bent forward, the executioner’s sword
whizzes through the air, and the substitute is a head shorter by the
operation. The culprit, who has thus satisfied the law by proxy, pays
over the balance of the money to the widow of the departed; everything
is lovely, and everybody is happy.




XXXIII.

RAILWAY TUNNELS.

     TUNNELS AMONG THE ANCIENTS.—HOW THEY WERE MADE.—MODERN TUNNELS
     AND THEIR LENGTH.—LAUGHABLE INCIDENTS IN RAILWAY TUNNELS.—THE TWO
     LOVERS.—THE ANXIOUS FRENCHMAN.—ROBBERS.—THE HOOSAC TUNNEL.—ITS
     HISTORY.—THE AUTHOR’S VISIT.—NATURE AND PROGRESS OF THE WORK.—AN
     EXPLOSION.—ACCIDENT FROM NITRO-GLYCERINE.—THE CENTRAL SHAFT.—THE
     TERRIBLE CALAMITY OF 1867.


Quite recently I picked up a newspaper about thirty years old, and
read in it an account of the great engineering difficulties which had
been overcome in the construction of the Boston and Lowell Railway.

This road, twenty-five miles in length, was among the earliest
constructed in America, there being less than half a dozen railway
lines which are older. The account proceeded to say that the great
obstacle was the deep cut through solid rock, near the city of Lowell;
and I can remember, in my boyhood days, riding over this road, and as
we reached the cut, the attention of passengers was called to it, and
at least half our number projected their heads through the windows
to look at the wonderful work. Three times was the work let out on
contract, and twice did the contractors fail, one of them failing
not only to complete the work, but to pay the men he employed. The
third contractor succeeded, but I believe he made no money out of his
speculation.

This once famous cut through solid rock is only a few hundred feet in
length, and I think about forty feet in depth. It has dwarfed into
almost microscopic insignificance by hundreds of other railway cuts in
this country and in Europe.

Railway tunnels were at that day unknown, though tunnels existed in
Europe for other purposes, some of them of very ancient date.

[Sidenote: LENGTH AND EXTENT OF TUNNELS.]

Tunnelling, in civil engineering, is an underground passage usually
constructed for conducting a canal or road beneath elevated ground. In
mining the term is also sometimes applied to horizontal excavations.
Tunnels are more common in Europe upon railways and canals than in
this country. In the United States the total length of tunnels is
not more than one mile for every thousand miles of road. In Great
Britain it is considered cheaper to tunnel through rocks than to make
open cuts deeper than sixty feet. In England the Wood-head Tunnel
exceeds three miles in length; and there is another on the London
and North-western Railway nearly three miles long. Twelve or fifteen
others on different roads exceed one mile each. The Box Tunnel on the
Great Western Railway, between Bath and Chippenham, is thirty-one
hundred and twenty-three yards long, or rather more than one and three
fourth miles.

On the canals of England there are five tunnels exceeding three
thousand yards in length. The longest of these is the Marsden Tunnel,
fifty-five hundred yards long. In France there is one tunnel on the
St. Quentin Canal over thirteen thousand yards long.

Some of the tunnels of the ancient Romans were quite extensive in
their character. One which was constructed by the Emperor Claudius
was cleared out some years since by the Italian government. It proved
to be about three miles long, thirty feet high, and twenty-eight feet
wide at the entrance, and was nowhere less than twenty feet high.

The excavation seems to have been conducted, after the plan practised
at the present time, by means of a number of vertical shafts first
sunk on the line of the tunnel, and from the bottom of these shafts
the work was carried on simultaneously in opposite directions.

Another tunnel, made in the early period of the Roman republic for the
partial drainage of the Alban Lake, is more than one mile long.

[Sidenote: TUNNELS IN AMERICA.]

Most of the tunnels in America are on the lines crossing the Alleghany
Mountains. There is one tunnel on the Pennsylvania Railway thirty-six
hundred feet long. It was built in two years, and cost half a million
dollars. There are many short tunnels on the line of the Baltimore
and Ohio Railway? and there is a tunnel on the Blue Ridge Railway
in Virginia forty-two hundred feet long. In South Carolina there
are several tunnels, one of them nearly six thousand feet long. The
Long Dock Tunnel in Bergen, New Jersey, opposite New York city, was
completed in 1860. It is forty-three hundred feet long, twenty-three
feet high, and thirty feet wide. On the line of the Central Pacific
Railway, over the Sierra Nevada Mountains, there are several tunnels,
the longest of them exceeding a mile; and railway engineering was
carried to such perfection in the construction of this road that its
tunnels were completed in a shorter time than in works of the same
kind and with an equal hardness of rock anywhere else in the United
States.

A journey through a railway tunnel is always more or less interesting
to a novice, but an old traveller soon gets accustomed to it, and
pays very little attention. On most roads, when a long tunnel is
approached, it is customary in the daytime to light the lamps but this
is by no means the general rule. Some queer incidents occur in these
dark journeys through tunnels.

The darkness is so thick that one could almost cut it with a knife.
It affords opportunities for enterprise, either for entertainment or
mischief. Enterprising robbers sometimes conduct their operations in
railway tunnels. Half a dozen of them will jostle a passenger, pick
his pocket, and carry away his satchel, and when he emerges from the
tunnel the robbers will have disappeared. It not unfrequently happens
that loving couples bestow attentions upon each other in passing
through tunnels which they would hardly indulge in were they in open
daylight, and under the eyes of their fellow-passengers.

Every one has read, and many have seen, demure couples sitting quietly
in their seats as the train enters a tunnel. There would be heard the
sounds of a slight struggle, and also of less slight kisses. When the
train emerges into the daylight, the pair will be sitting as demure as
ever, but with reddened cheeks and a general appearance of disorder.

[Sidenote: INCIDENT IN BERGEN TUNNEL.]

On one occasion I was riding on a train approaching the Bergen Tunnel,
near New York. The lamps were not trimmed and burning, and when in the
tunnel we were as much in the dark as an ignorant newsboy attempting
to read a page of Sanscrit.

In front of me was a young couple, and by their devoted attention to
each other I concluded that they were not married, or, if married,
were wedded to somebody else than to themselves. The gentleman was
reading a newspaper; the lady was busy with a novel, and giving an
occasional glance out of the window. As soon as the train entered
the tunnel it was so dark that you could not see anything. I heard
a struggle. There seemed to be a dislocation of hair, accompanied
by a shower of hair pins. The gentleman’s hat fell to the floor,
and I heard his paper crush as though it had been taken up by a
clothes-wringer. Then there were several warm osculations, accompanied
by ejaculations which sounded like, “You ought to be ashamed. Somebody
will hear you.”

These utterances seemed to be more a matter of form than anything
else, as the kissing went on like a company of infantry engaged
in file-firing. You would have imagined that a whole flock of
school-girls had met another flock of school-girls, from whom they had
been separated at least six months.

By and by the train came out of the tunnel.

The gentleman recovered his hat and pretended to be reading his
newspaper; he had it upside down, and it was torn, half through.
The lady’s book was open at about the first page, though she had
been reading it for three hours. Her hair had been loosened, and was
falling down. Her lace collar was disordered, and quite in keeping
with the collar of her masculine friend, one side of which was turned
up like the toe of an old boot, while his neck-tie had lost its trim
knot, and its ends were dangling like a pair of fish lines over the
side of a ship. The gentleman and lady were very red in the face,
and somewhat exhausted, and altogether they looked like a pair of
butterflies that had been run through a sausage machine.

[Sidenote: AN UNHAPPY FRENCHMAN.]

A story is told of a Frenchman travelling in a railway coach in
England, who was very anxious to change his shirt in order to make a
visit after the train had arrived, without taking the trouble to go to
a hotel. His guide-book indicated a tunnel on the road, and he asked
the guard or conductor how long the train would be in the tunnel. The
guard mistook his question, and supposed he asked how long before the
train would reach the tunnel. He answered briefly, “Half an hour.”

The coach in which the Frenchman was travelling was filled with ladies
and gentlemen. The traveller got down his valise, unlocked it, and
made everything ready for a change of apparel while they were in
the tunnel. As soon as they entered it he pulled off his shirt, and
prepared to put on a clean one; but imagine his surprise, and that
of his companions, on discovering that the train remained only three
minutes in the tunnel, instead of thirty. As they came out in open
daylight he was standing in their midst in a condition quite unfit for
a mixed company of ladies and gentlemen.

The longest railway tunnel in the United States, is the Hoosac
Tunnel, in Massachusetts. Its total length is twenty-four thousand
five hundred feet, or more than four and one-half miles. Its width is
eighteen feet, and its depth fourteen feet. As long ago as 1825, the
Hoosac Tunnel route was surveyed, and a legislative commission was
appointed to investigate the practicability of building a canal from
Boston to the Hudson River. They made their report, in which they
recommended a tunnel through the mountain.

In 1828 another commission reported to the legislature of
Massachusetts that they could get over the mountain with a railway
more quickly and more cheaply than through it, and recommended the
Boston and Albany line, which was opened for travel in 1842.

From Boston to the Hudson River the route by way of the Hoosac
Mountain is very feasible, with the exception of the mountain itself.

A story is told that Loammi Baldwin, the engineer who made the first
survey for the canal, was very much in favor of this route. With a map
or plan spread before him, he would say to the listener, “Why, sir, it
seems as if the finger of Providence had marked out this route from
the east to the west.” “Perhaps so,” said a listener, one day; “but
what a pity it is that the finger of Providence had not been thrust
through the Hoosac Mountain!”

[Sidenote: THE HOOSAC TUNNEL.]

In 1848 a company was chartered to construct a railway between
Troy and Greenfield. Three years later the work was begun, and the
directors voted to expend twenty-five thousand dollars in making
experiments upon the proposed tunnel. An enormous machine was
constructed and set to work in the winter of 1852. It was expected
to perform wonders, and it did; but they were all the wrong way. The
chief wonder was, that the machine, so carefully constructed, at such
great cost, could do nothing whatever.

According to the description, it was “designed to cut a groove around
the circumference of the tunnel thirteen inches wide and twenty-four
in diameter, by means of a set of revolving cutters. When this groove
had been cut the proper depth, the machine was to be run back on its
railway, and the centre core blasted out by gunpowder, and split off
by means of wedges.” This wonderful engine was not all that fancy
painted it. It cut a very smooth and beautiful hole into the rock for
about ten feet. Then it became deranged, and then—it never smiled
again. Its cutting days were over, and when it was withdrawn it was
quickly discarded and sold for old iron.

Another boring machine of the same sort, which was to cut a hole only
eight feet in diameter, was tried at the other end. That, too, made a
most glorious failure. Its failure was even more brilliant than that
of the first machine, for it never succeeded in cutting a single inch
of rock.

Different engineers have tried their hands and their skill on the
Hoosac Tunnel. In 1854, the legislature of Massachusetts appropriated
two millions of dollars to the Troy and Greenfield Railway, and in the
following year they were at work in earnest.

[Sidenote: CROSSING THE HOOSAC MOUNTAIN.]

General Haupt, who became famous in the late war as a bridge-builder,
attempted to pierce the Hoosac Mountain; but after several years
he abandoned the work, and the whole property of the company was
transferred to the State of Massachusetts. When the state took
possession it began work on its own account, and in 1868 the
legislature appropriated five millions of dollars, and made a contract
with Walter and Francis Shanly, of Canada, for the completion of the
tunnel. They began work in the following March, and there is very
little doubt of their completing the tunnel.

In 1870 I made an excursion up the valley of the Connecticut as far as
Greenfield, and there took the railway train to the Hoosac Mountain.
At the east side or end of the tunnel I abandoned the cars, and took
to a six-horse coach. I managed to obtain a seat near the driver, a
burly, moon-faced fellow, who collected fifty cents extra for the
privilege of riding near him. He treated everybody on the outside as
politely as though he were king of the Cannibal Islands, and we were
his subjects. For downright impudence, with a good deal of rudeness to
the bushel, I will back an American stage-driver against any other man
in the world.

Soon after dinner we drove away from the station, and after the horses
had given us a little circus exhibition on their own account, which
threatened to overturn us and break half a dozen necks, we climbed
slowly up the valley skirting the edge of a forest, whose leaves were
tinged with the varying colors of autumn. Our progress up the eastern
face of the mountain was slow, but when we came down the western side
the case was different. On the upper part of the mountain there is a
long and comparatively level stretch of ground, on which there are
many fine farms, and a general appearance of prosperity. Approaching
the western face of the mountain, we overlooked the flourishing town
of North Adams, and a region of country spread out before us like a
beautiful panorama. I have looked from mountains in many countries,
but rarely have I gazed upon a landscape more beautiful and more
attractive than this. It is not grand—awfully grand—in its character,
like many other landscapes, but there is an air of beauty about it
which makes it charming in the extreme.

The road winds, in a sort of zigzag, down the side of the mountain,
and our horses went at a good speed. The coach swung from side to
side, and the baby of a feminine passenger screamed as if a dozen pins
were being driven an inch or so, into its arms and legs. Down, down,
down the mountain we went, and soon we were inside the busy town, and
were driven up in front of the Wilson House. There I concluded to
remain, and take my point of departure the next day for the tunnel.

On the following morning it was raining, not exactly cats and dogs,
but a drizzly, misty, damp—very damp—sort of rain. I did not care very
much for rain, though, especially as it made no difference, when once
in the tunnel, what the outside weather might be. When breakfast was
over, I started for the tunnel under the escort of the proprietor of
the hotel.

[Sidenote: VISITING THE TUNNEL.]

The western portal of the tunnel is two miles south of the village.
The road leading to it is among some small hills that appear trying
to hug the mountain. Mr. Haupt began his work on this side of the
mountain, in a limestone rock, from which he expected to pass directly
into the solid primary rock, forming the base of the mountain; but to
his surprise and mortification, his hopes were not realized.

[Sidenote: DEMORALIZED ROCK.]

Instead of reaching the solid rock, he entered into a mass that is
known as demoralized rock, a sort of combination of mica, quicksand,
water, and everything else that is disagreeable. It was perfectly
unmanageable. As fast as they dug it out it flowed in. Imagine a
mouse attempting to construct a tunnel through a barrel of swill,
and you can form a very good idea of the difficulty of working in
this rock. You might as well attempt to make a tunnel through a
thousand cart-loads of soft mud; in fact, you could get along easier
in the mud than in this demoralized rock, because you could take
precautions against the flowing in of the mud, which you could not
take against this disintegrated mica. It is a sort of soft stuff which
French miners denominate “moutarde,” and English miners allude to as
“porridge.”

In order to escape this porridge, the engineer tried to make a tunnel
farther up the hill-side; but it was of no use. There was the stuff
again, and somehow it must be met. Not only was it impossible to
prevent its caving in, but it was necessary to prevent its rising
upward. Consequently an arch must be made below, as well as above; in
fact, it was necessary to construct the brick-work in such a way that
it would form, when completed, a perfect cylinder, as the pressure of
the porridge would be exerted in all directions. As the work was put
forward and completed, a casing of timber was made, and inside this
casing of timber the brick arch of the tunnel was built.

[Illustration: EASTERN ENTRANCE.

Illustration: WESTERN ENTRANCE.

THE HOOSAC TUNNEL, MASSACHUSETTS.—LENGTH 24,500 FEET. COST ABOUT
$15,000,000. FIRST TRAIN OF CARS PASSED THROUGH APRIL 5, 1875.]

Our first visit was made to the western portal, into which we
penetrated several hundred feet. For about seven hundred feet, the
tunnel is laid in brick seven or eight courses thick, and forms a
complete arch. Beyond that the rock is quite soft, but sufficiently
hard to sustain itself long enough to permit the construction of an
arch. When this work is completed there will be some two thousand feet
of brick arching.

We thought that in entering this western part of the tunnel, we should
get out of the rain; but we found streams of water occasionally
coming through the brick-work, and especially through the stone at
the heading, where the work of arching was going on. Quite a stream
of water ran through the bottom of the tunnel, and I managed, in the
course of my walk, to get my feet pretty thoroughly soaked. However, I
had been wisely encased in a suit of old clothes, and when I emerged,
there was more mud than clothing visible about me.

Climbing out of the western portal, we took the open road again,
and went to what is known as the western shaft. The work through
the demoralized rock and porridge was so slow that the engineers
determined to sink a shaft farther up the mountain. It is about half a
mile from the portal, and is three hundred and eighteen feet deep.

As soon as the shaft was sunk, the miners turned and worked outwards
through the soft rock, cutting a small passage through to the western
portal, so as to allow the water to drain off, and thus save the use
of the pumps. In the other direction, that is, towards the east, the
miners had found the solid rock of the mountain. At the time of my
visit they were about half a mile from the bottom of the shaft.

[Sidenote: FLOODING A TUNNEL.]

Along our road forming the portal to the shaft, there was a small
stream of water. My guide explained to me that in the great flood a
year before, the water came down, tearing away the embankment which
separated the brook from the tunnel. In a few minutes the embankment
was all torn away, and the whole force of the stream was poured into
the tunnel. An alarm was given as quickly as possible, and by running
rapidly, the men who were working in the tunnel escaped, with the
exception of one who was doing his first day’s work there, and was
probably delayed by his unfamiliarity with the place. In a very short
time the water completely filled the tunnel, and it was some weeks
before the works were restored to their old condition.

Along this brook and around the west shaft there was quite a village
occupied by the miners and their families. The town of North Adams
provided a school-house and a school for the children, of whom nearly
one hundred received instruction there during the week. For a part
of the year the school-house was occupied at different hours, on
Sunday, by two Sunday schools, one conducted by some of the Protestant
churches, while the other is under the care of the Roman Catholics.

Around the shaft were the usual buildings and shops for the repair of
tools, and for the ordinary machinery used about the mine. After a
pleasant talk in the office of the superintendent, I was requested
to dress in an oil-skin suit and a lantern, preparatory to going
below. When all was ready, we went to the shaft, entered a cage, and
descended. From the bottom of the shaft we struck out along the tunnel
to make our way to the heading.

Our guide explained to us that there would be a blast in, about twenty
minutes, and that we must move forward at good speed in order to see
it. “Step right out without fear,” said he; “there is no danger of
falling through, as the bottom is perfectly solid. You need not mind
splashing those boots with water and mud, as they are used to it.”

[Sidenote: WALKING UNDER GROUND.]

I obeyed his directions and followed him, and I did some very rapid
walking. The lanterns gave out just about light enough to make
darkness visible. Away in the distance we could see the lights of the
miners, and hear the noise made by the machinery and the tools of the
workmen. An iron pipe six inches in diameter lay at one side of the
floor, and through this was forced the air which furnished the power
to the drilling machinery, and at the same time ventilated the tunnel.
A channel had been cut in the solid floor to carry off the water which
flowed in from various seams in the rock.

A short distance from the foot of the shaft were the stables,
containing several mules, which were used for hauling the cars. The
mules seemed to look at us with a desponding gaze, as if connecting us
in some way with the outside world, which they would never see again.

“Did these animals,” said I, “come down in the cage where we
descended?”

“Certainly,” said the assistant superintendent. “How else could they
come down? They were sent down in that box, not all together, but only
one at a time.”

I endeavored to ascertain how it was possible to pack a live animal
into that cage without killing him. The assistant said it was easy
enough if you only knew how, and could induce the animal to do as you
wanted him to. “They are good mules,” said he, “and with a strong
rope you can double them up any way, though they do not exactly like
it. If they live two years longer, they will get out alive, otherwise
they will die here. It does not pay to be hoisting live mules out, and
lowering other live mules in. When they get here, they stay till we
are through with them.”

About half way from the shaft to the heading we passed a couple of
surveyors, who were making an alignment of the tunnel, to see that
everything was correct. They had the ordinary instruments used for
levelling purposes in the open air, but it seemed rather odd to find
them using the same instruments by the light of lanterns, and laying
out the track far down in the interior of the mountain. Every foot of
the work of the tunnel had to be laid out with the utmost care, in
order that the ends, when they met, could be made to join perfectly.

[Sidenote: SUGGESTION OF A VISITOR.]

There was a narrow track along the bottom of the tunnel, where cars
drawn by mules, for the removal of the rock to the foot of the shaft,
where it could be hoisted out. My guide told me that a recent visitor
to the tunnel asked, with apparent innocence, why they hoisted out all
that rock, and suggested that it would be much easier to dig a hole in
the bottom of the tunnel, and bury it there; but he did not suggest
what should be done with the rock which they removed to make the hole.
We encountered several of these cars, and at one place were crowded
rather closely against the walls.

Originally gunpowder was used for blasting purposes in the tunnel, but
later in the work nitro-glycerine was adopted.

Several accidents with explosive materials occurred during the
construction of the tunnel, one of the most serious being in 1869.
The magazine where the nitro-glycerine was stored for operations
on the eastern part of the tunnel, was about a quarter of a mile
from the portal. Three of the miners went one morning to prepare
the nitro-glycerine for the day’s use, and an explosion occurred,
killing them all. Two of them were inside the building at the time,
and nothing but a few pieces of them were found; the other, who was
outside the building, was so badly disfigured that it was almost
impossible to identify him, and the force of the explosion was so
great that not a plank or a timber of the building remained.

[Sidenote: THE GREAT EXPLOSION.]

On the 19th of October, 1867, a terrible accident occurred at this
shaft. A depth of nearly six hundred feet had been reached, and
thirteen men were at work below. The gasoline apparatus used for
lighting the works exploded, and set fire to the buildings. The
engineer was badly burned, and driven from his post, and the men
perished by suffocation. The shaft was soon filled with water, but
it was not until next day that the fire was extinguished so that
anybody could descend. A workman named Mallory was lowered, with three
lanterns attached to him. Near the bottom two of his lanterns went
out, and at a signal he was drawn up nearly insensible from breathing
the foul air. He said there were fifteen feet of water in the shaft,
and no signs of the men. It was necessary to erect buildings and
machinery to clear the shaft, and it was not until a year after
that the water was pumped out, and the bodies of the victims were
recovered. They were all in a good state of preservation, but crumbled
to pieces soon after exposure to the air.

[Illustration: WORK AT THE HEADING IN HOOSAC TUNNEL.]

As we neared the heading the noise increased. The shouts of the miners
and the sound of the drilling machines overpowered any ordinary tones
of the voice. The drilling machine was an iron frame, resting upon
trucks, and was pushed as near as possible to the face of the rock.
The drills were fastened to it in such a way that they could be turned
upon any designated point. They were operated by compressed air, and
worked with great rapidity, striking as many as three hundred blows
to the minute. The quality of the rock was generally so hard that
the drills became dull and blunt in a short time, and required to be
sharpened; but they worked much more expeditiously than hand drills.
Under the ordinary process of hand drilling it would take six weeks to
accomplish the distance made in a single week by them.

When the drill-holes had been sunk to the required depth, the machine
was moved back, and some plank doors were closed in front of it to
prevent injury by the flying fragments of rock. Just as we reached
the end of the heading the noise ceased, and the machine was drawn
back, preparatory to blasting. The holes were cleared, and then three
men came forward with the charges of nitro-glycerine in long tin
tubes. These were put in the holes, the wires were fastened in their
places, and then the men moved back; it is hardly necessary to say
that I moved back at the same time, and quite as far as the workmen.
Everything being ready, the signal was given.

“Look out that you are not blown down!” said my guide.

I did look out. There came a sound and a quick explosion, followed
by the rumbling and crashing of the rock, and then a rush of air and
smoke that almost threw me over.

The pressure of the air in the iron pipe for working the drills and
ventilating the tunnel was about six atmospheres, or ninety pounds to
the square inch. As soon as the blast was made, the air was turned
on; the smoke from the blast was driven back, and the miners found
themselves in a clear atmosphere.

After this blast it was intimated that there was nothing more to see,
and we made our way out of the tunnel into the open air again, and
back to the Wilson House.

On December 12th, 1872, the east heading was connected with the one
driven east from the central shaft. The west heading was connected
with the one driven west from the shaft on the 27th of November, 1873.
This proved a splendid engineering feat.

The road bed was finished and the track laid early in 1875, and the
first freight train passed through on the 5th of April of that year.
The first passenger train was run through, July 8th, 1875.

[Sidenote: ACCIDENT AT THE CENTRAL SHAFT.]

Owing to the explosive action of nitro-glycerine the rock was broken
for some distance beyond the limits planned in constructing the sides
and arch of the tunnel, and there was constant danger of pieces of
rock falling upon the track. The plan of arching it with brick was
conceived of, and a contract was made in 1874, to do the arching and
also to enlarge a portion of the tunnel at the eastern terminus. This
work was completed, and the road is now in complete running order.

The cost of the work in the aggregate is nearly $15,000,000. The
construction of the tunnel opens direct communication between Boston
and Troy, and is of inestimable advantage to Massachusetts from a
commercial point of view.




XXXIV.

THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL.

     MOUNTAIN CHAINS BETWEEN NATIONS.—MONT CENIS.—CROSSING THE
     ALPS.—THE GREAT ALPINE TUNNEL.—LAYING OUT THE WORK.—THE
     ARC AND DORA.—DIFFICULTIES.—THE SURVEYS.—PENETRATING THE
     MOUNTAIN.—COMPLETION OF THE WORK.—THE CHANNEL TUNNEL.—ITS
     COST.—COST OF TUNNELS IN VARIOUS COUNTRIES.


It has been said with truth that “mountains interposed make enemies of
nations.” In various parts of the world we find that mountain chains
stand as barriers between different nations, and in many instances the
boundaries thus formed by nature have remained unchanged for hundreds
of years. On the map of Europe the most prominent mountain chain
is that of the Alps, and it has stood as a separating line between
nations for a long time. It is true that occasionally wars have been
carried beyond these mountain chains, and conquests have been made in
spite of them; but for practical purposes the chain of the Alps has
been for centuries the separating line between France and Austria on
the north, and Italy on the south. Sometimes the French possessions
have extended to the south of the Alps, and sometimes Italy has
extended her possessions to the north of that chain. Such possessions
have never been held for a great length of time, and in one way or
another they have fallen to the nation to whom they belonged by
natural position.

Carriage roads were long since made across the Alps. In later years
the railway has traversed these mountains, but the ascent is tedious
and laborious, so that rapid communication was impossible. It remained
for the science of the present day to overcome the obstacles which the
mountains afforded, not by cutting away the Alps, but by piercing a
passage through them.

More than twenty years ago the attention of the French and Italian
governments was called to the necessity of a tunnel through the
Alps by which France and Italy should be connected. The project was
discussed for some time, and finally a convention was formed between
France and Italy for the purpose of undertaking the work. Four or five
years were consumed in surveys and in the contemplation of plans. All
sorts of objections were made, and a list of these objections forms a
humorous page. One man contended that the heat would be so great in
the centre of the mountain that the men would be roasted alive while
working in the tunnel. Another was positive that the noxious gases
and vapors arising in the tunnel would suffocate everybody. Another
contended that rivers of water would be found in the mountain so great
that they would overwhelm the workmen, and convert the tunnel into an
enormous spring. And so on, one after another, the objections were
heaped up, and there was at one time a prospect that the work would
not be undertaken.

[Sidenote: COMMENCEMENT OF THE WORK.]

The actual work on the tunnel was begun on the Italian side in 1857,
and a little afterwards work on the French side also commenced. A
great deal of labor had been performed in locating the tunnel. A
mountain chain is not a single line of mountains, like a row of potato
hills; but it consists of a central back-bone of mountains, with other
and smaller mountains on either side, so that a chain may often be
a hundred or more miles in width. Now, in piercing a chain like the
Alps, it is necessary to find a way among the outlying hills on each
side through the valleys of the rivers that flow from the central
chain. In this way the open-air railway is brought to the foot of one
of the mountains forming the great central back-bone.

But a difficulty arises in finding two of these valleys directly
opposite each other. You may follow a valley until you get to the very
base of one of the highest mountains of the range, but on looking to
the other side you may find no corresponding valley.

It was this peculiarity of all mountain chains that greatly hindered
the location of the Mont Cenis Tunnel. After much search, the best
location was found to be by following the valley of the River Arc, on
the northern side, and the River Dora, on the southern. A great many
surveys were made, and it was finally discovered that the Arc and
Dora, in their windings, were, at a certain point, less than eight
miles apart. At this point, it was evident, Nature designed—if she had
any design about it—that the great work should be constructed.

[Sidenote: VISITING THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL.]

In 1867, while travelling north from Italy to France, I determined
to pay a visit to the Mont Cenis Tunnel. It was said to be quite
difficult to obtain a permit to enter the workings; but perseverance
and letters of introduction will accomplish a great deal, and after a
little delay I obtained what I asked for. I found it more convenient
to visit the northern end of the tunnel for the reason that on the
Italian side the workings were sixteen miles away from the regular
line of travel, while those on the northern side were directly on the
route of tourists.

A railway over Mont Cenis was then under construction, and nearly
completed; but as it was not open for travelling, I made the transit
in a carriage, just as many thousands of people had made it before me.
The railway over the Alps is of itself a curiosity. In some places the
ascent equals one foot in ten, so that great power was required for
the locomotives to enable them to drag their burdens upward. The track
was narrow, and it was peculiar in having three rails instead of two.
The wheels of the carriages run on two rails only, just like wheels of
carriages on other railways. The central rail was intended for the use
of the locomotives, to assist their power of traction. The wheels were
arranged on these locomotives in such a way as to grip the central
rail with tremendous force, and the brakes were also so arranged that
by pressing this central rail they could bring the carriages to a
sudden stop in case of accident.

The line of the railway over Mont Cenis follows very nearly the
carriage road, and occasionally crosses it. In some places it passes
through short tunnels, and in others it is roofed in to avoid injury
by snow. In crossing the mountain by this railway very little time
is saved over the ordinary carriage route, while the latter is very
much to be preferred on account of its comfort and the advantage it
gives for observing the scenery. We were a party of four, and after
an unhappy night in a dirty hotel at Susa, an old town founded by the
Romans, and containing some ruins dating from the time of the Romans,
we started on our journey.

[Sidenote: A ROW WITH A LANDLORD.]

Our night had been unhappy. Our breakfast was still more unhappy, and
our bill for what the landlord facetiously termed our “entertainment”
was the worst feature of all. The discomfiture of his establishment
was greater than the comfort of the best hotel in Paris, and he
charged us about twice the rate that any Parisian landlord would dare
to ask. We consoled ourselves and settled our breakfast by getting up
a magnificent row with him, threatening to break his head, and talked
at least fifteen minutes in mingled _patois_ of English, French,
Italian, Russian, and Chinese. We did not succeed in having our bill
reduced, but I am confident if what we said to that landlord remained
ringing in his ears for twenty-four hours, it must have driven him to
hopeless insanity.

We wound slowly up the mountain, with the top of our carriage thrown
back, so that we could enjoy the view.

The Mont Cenis Pass is the least interesting of all the great passes
of the Alps. Tourists complain of its tameness, but there are points
where it is picturesque.

At places during the ascent we had some fine views of that portion
of Italy which stretches away from the base of the mountain, and we
tried to imagine that we could now and then catch a glimpse of the
Mediterranean Sea. The rough mountains were piled above and around us,
frequently in fantastic shapes, and we found the air getting steadily
more and more cool as we made the ascent.

Finally on the summit, only a few hours after leaving a tropical
temperature in Italy, we were riding amid fields of snow, and
shivering in our travelling coats and thick shawls.

[Sidenote: DESCENDING THE MOUNTAIN.]

The ascent was slow, but the descent on the French side was rapid. As
we passed the boundary between France and Italy, our driver gathered
his reins, and the horses went at full speed down the magnificent
road. We left a cloud of dust filling the air behind us, and were
whirled along so rapidly that I sometimes thought we might be tossed
over one of the precipices in some of the short windings of the
road. At every half mile there is a small shed, or house, known as
the “refuge.” It is intended for travellers who are overtaken on the
mountain, during the winter season, by violent snow-storms.

As it was summer we had no occasion to seek these refuges, but it was
easy to see that they were of great advantage in protecting and saving
life during the severer portion of the year.

At Lans-le-bourg we stopped at the French custom-house to undergo
an examination; but our baggage was so small in quantity, and we
manifested such a readiness to submit it to inspection, that the
officers of customs did not detain us. Behind us was a carriage, in
which were two American ladies, and they drove up a few moments before
we started. They had that enormous amount of baggage peculiar to their
sex and race, and protested that their trunks contained nothing of
value. But the custom officers were inexorable, and as we drove away,
the trunks of the ladies were being unpacked, and were undergoing a
rigid examination. If you wish to avoid trouble at custom-houses when
travelling in Europe, never carry a large amount of baggage, and never
show the least hesitation to open it for inspection. Many a time have
I found my baggage passed without examination, while the next man’s
would be overhauled, and, as nearly as I could judge, only for the
reason that he urged the officers not to look at it, and assured them
that it contained nothing contraband.

[Sidenote: SURROUNDINGS OF MONT CENIS.]

At Modane we found the base of operations for the northern part of the
tunnel, and here we halted to make our investigations. By the way, I
never have been able to make out why the name of Mont Cenis should be
attached to the famous tunnel, since that mountain is about twenty
miles away from it. The tunnel does not pass under Mont Cenis, but
under three peaks called Col Frejus, Le Grand Vallon, and Col de la
Roue, the first being on the French, the third being on the Italian
<DW72>, and the second about half way between the two. I suppose,
however, that the tunnel was named after Mont Cenis because it is
better known than any other summit or range in this neighborhood, and
because it would be better to give it a name which does not belong
to it at all, rather than naming it after any one of the three peaks
deserving equal distinction.

Modane, or, more properly speaking, Fourneaux, was the base of
operations. Fourneaux is a miserable little village in a narrow gorge
in the valley of the Arc, and its inhabitants are chiefly remarkable
for their deformity and idiocy. The Grand Vallon is eleven thousand
feet above the sea level, and crowned with snow. Its sides are steep,
and it would be quite impossible to carry a railway over it. The other
mountains on the route are equally rugged in character, but their
height above makes little difference with the workings carried on in
their interior.

The Mont Cenis Tunnel is the largest in the world, extending from
Fourneaux, on the French side, to Bardouneche, on the Italian side.
When it was begun, with the ordinary system, of hand drills, it was
found that at the ordinary rate of progress, it would take thirty or
forty years to finish the work. With an ordinary tunnel, where the
elevation of earth or rock is not very great, shafts are sunk along
the line, as before stated; but in this case it was impossible to sink
these vertical shafts, on account of the great distance. A necessity
arose for penetrating the rock much faster than by ordinary means, and
there was also a necessity for supplying the workmen with fresh air.

[Sidenote: SOMMELIER’S AIR COMPRESSOR.]

These necessities led to Sommelier’s invention of drills worked by
compressed air, and of the machinery for compressing the air. The
machines have already been described in connection with the Hoosac
Tunnel. A great many experiments were made before the air could be
successfully used; but finally, when they were completed, the work
progressed rapidly. By means of the compressors that were worked by a
stream of water from the mountain, the air was reduced to one sixth of
its natural bulk, and thus, when liberated, it exercised an expansive
force equal to six atmospheres. The compressing machines used at most
tunnels to-day are simply enormous and very powerful pumps, but the
machine of Sommelier used the weight of water. Twenty or more large
iron tubes were placed in an upright position. The “head” of the
supply was far up the mountain side, and the water was brought to the
machine in an iron pipe. A piston perfectly tight was fitted to the
tube, the water was turned on, and its weight, added to the head it
had received, compressed the air in the tube. As it was compressed, a
valve was opened, through which it could escape into a reservoir. From
this reservoir the air was conveyed in an iron pipe into the tunnel,
where it was used to work the perforators.

We found that the entrance to the tunnel was quite a distance up the
side of the mountain, and it was evident that considerable engineering
skill would be required to bring the railway track thither when the
work was completed. Opposite the mouth of the tunnel, my attention
was called to a large target, made of boards painted white, and
securely fastened against the rock. The target was used for the proper
alignment of the work. At every foot of progress into the mountain,
bearings were carefully taken. At night a Drummond light was placed in
the centre of the target, so that it could be visible from the middle
of the mountain.

It will be seen that it was a work requiring the utmost caution to
lay out the route and direction of the tunnel through the mountain. A
variation of a hundredth part of an inch at any point in the surveys
would have changed the course of the working on one side or the other,
so that the two ends would not meet. Bear in mind that these surveys
were carried from the valley of the Arc to the valley of the Dora,—the
opposite points being eight miles apart,—and the route lying, not
through level fields and meadows, but over three rough and high
mountains, where there was no path beyond that which the surveyors
and their assistants laid out. And yet, so carefully was the work
performed from the two sides, that the workings were brought together
exactly, without a variation of a single foot.

[Sidenote: RULES IN REGARD TO VISITORS.]

The entrance to the tunnel is about twenty-five feet wide, and the
same in height. To go inside the workings, you are clad with a rubber
suit, and supplied with a lamp, and accompanied by a guide. For some
time after the working began, almost any one could be admitted; but it
was found that the workmen were greatly hindered by frequent visits,
so that the rules became very strict. No one could enter the tunnel,
unless employed there, without a pass from the management, though it
was not very difficult for a journalist or a person of influence or
prominence to obtain admission. As fast as the work progressed, a
double railway was laid down to carry in the materials used in the
working, and to bring out the broken rock. There was a narrow sidewalk
of flagged stone on each side. The pipes for the air were ranged along
the side of the tunnel, and between the lines of the rails, in a deep
trench, were the gas and water pipes.

Like all tunnels this one was damp, from the streams of water
coming through the roof; and if you wondered before entering, why
you should be asked to wear a rubber coat, your wonder speedily
ceased. At the time of my visit the workmen were nearly three miles
from the entrance,—that is to say, the tunnel was finished for that
distance,—while for about a quarter of a mile the men had cut the
heading, but the upper part of the tunnel had not been opened.

The heading is the most difficult part of the work, and in all tunnel
operations the workmen at the heading are kept sufficiently in advance
of the enlargers, so that one party will not be in the other’s way.

The passage from the entrance through the finished portion was
comparatively easy, but after you reached the newly-opened part you
found it more difficult. There were wagons and men moving to and
fro, and fragments of rock were lying everywhere about. The space
was narrow, and every little while you found yourself running much
nearer a man or a mule than you wished to; unless you moved about very
carefully, you were under the risk of being run over by a mule, or
crushed by the wheels of a wagon.

The perforators kept up a perpetual din, and you could hardly hear
yourself speak; and I have heard persons aver that you could not
hear yourself think. The drill of the Mont Cenis machine stands on a
carriage, which the Italians call the “Affusto,” and it strikes about
two hundred blows a minute. Its force upon the rock is about two
hundred pounds.

A stream of water is thrown upon the rock into the drill-hole, to
facilitate the perforating process.

The wear and tear of machinery in the tunnel were very great, owing to
the hardness of the rock. Every fifteen minutes it was necessary to
change the drills, and a great many _affusti_ were worn out.

[Sidenote: DESTRUCTION OF DRILLING MACHINES.]

It was estimated that by the time the tunnel was completed four
thousand machines were utterly worn out. At the entrance of the tunnel
we saw a great many of these disabled _affusti_, reminding us of
worn-out carriages around a stable.

[Illustration: BORING MACHINES USED IN MOUNT CENIS TUNNEL, THE
ALPS.—THE LARGEST TUNNEL IN THE WORLD, CONNECTING FRANCE AND ITALY.]

With the exception that the workmen were clad in different costumes,
and were shouting in French instead of English, the work was very much
like that already described in the Hoosac Tunnel. Accidents were much
more frequent in the Mont Cenis Tunnel than in the Hoosac Tunnel, for
the reason that much less care was taken. It was said that nearly
twelve hundred men lost their lives in the tunnel, or in connection
with it, during the time of its construction,—at least, some of the
workmen said so,—while the guides and directors insisted that the loss
of life had not been more than one tenth of the number. Owing to the
hardness of the rock the cost of the work was very great. Taking the
average of the whole length of the tunnel, it was one thousand dollars
a lineal yard, making a total, in round numbers, of fifteen millions
of dollars.

The expense was shared between the French and Italian governments, and
the tunnel will form a bond of union between the two nations greater
than could be made by any other use of the same amount of money. By
the terms of the convention between the governments, the tunnel is to
remain uninjured should France and Italy be engaged in hostilities
against each other. The tunnel shortens the route of travel very
materially, and where the route of travel is shortened the work of
peace and good will among men is greatly facilitated.

[Sidenote: TUNNEL UNDER THE ENGLISH CHANNEL.]

A tunnel has been proposed for the Straits of Dover, between England
and France, and several plans have been considered. The London Times
stated, early in 1872, that a company has been formed and funds
subscribed to the amount of some one hundred and fifty thousand
pounds, with the immediate object of making a trial shaft, and driving
a driftway on the English side about half a mile beyond low-water
mark, with the view of proving the practicability of tunnelling
under the Channel. The completion of this work will furnish data for
calculating the cost of continuing the driftway from each shore to
a junction in mid-channel, and capital will then be subscribed for
that purpose, or for enlarging it to the size of an ordinary railway
tunnel, as the engineers may deem most expedient.

The tunnel will be made through the lower or gray chalk chiefly, if
not entirely, and by the adoption of machinery, of which the promoters
of this company have recently made practical trials, it is expected
the passage from shore to shore can be opened within three years from
the time of commencing the work, and at a cost very considerably less
than any previous estimates.

[Sidenote: COST OF TUNNELS.]

The same paper, referring to the proposed enterprise, gives the
following details about railway and other tunnels: “The cost of
existing tunnels has been governed by such various conditions of
locality and soil, that they can have little bearing upon the present
question. It may be worth while, nevertheless, to cite a few prominent
examples. The Mont Cenis Tunnel has cost one hundred and ninety-five
pounds per linear yard, which would amount, for a length of twenty-two
miles, to seven millions four hundred and fifty thousand four hundred
pounds. The three most costly tunnels made in England have been
the Kilsby, the Saltwood, and the Bletchingley, each of which was
executed in treacherous strata, giving out large quantities of water.
In making the Kilsby Tunnel a hidden quicksand was discovered, by
which the works were drowned out. For a considerable time all pumping
apparatus appeared insufficient, but by the employment of one thousand
two hundred and fifty men, two hundred horses, and thirteen steam
engines, working night and day for eight months, one thousand eight
hundred gallons per minute were raised from the quicksand alone. The
cost of the work was raised from ninety thousand pounds, the original
estimate, to three hundred and fifty thousand pounds, or one hundred
and forty-five pounds per yard for two thousand four hundred yards.
The same rate of expense for twenty-two miles would amount to five
millions six hundred and forty-six thousand six hundred and twenty
pounds. The Saltwood Tunnel cost one hundred and eighteen pounds per
yard, the Bletchingley seventy-two pounds; or for twenty-two miles,
four millions five hundred and sixty-eight thousand nine hundred and
sixty pounds, and two millions seven hundred and eighty-seven thousand
eight hundred and forty pounds, respectively.

“The cost of railway tunnels in France has varied from thirty
pounds per yard—being that of Terre Noire, on the Paris, Lyons,
and Mediterranean Railway, to ninety-five pounds per yard, that of
Batignolles, near Paris, on the Chemin de Fer de l’Ouest. In Belgium,
Braine le Comte Tunnel cost forty-six pounds per metre, and the
tunnels on the Liège and Verviers line fifty pounds per metre. In
Switzerland the very difficult Hauenstein Tunnel between Basle and
Berne cost eighty pounds a yard.

[Sidenote: ESTIMATE OF THE CHANNEL TUNNEL.]

“In America, the Hoosac Tunnel, in Massachusetts, through mica slate,
mixed with quartz, has up to this time cost one hundred and eighty
pounds per yard, and the Moorhouse Tunnel, in New Zealand, through
lava streams and beds of tufa, intersected by vertical dikes of
phonolite, cost sixty-eight pounds fifteen shillings per yard. It
will be a convenient standard of comparison for these amounts if we
remember that twenty-five pounds per yard would represent very nearly
a million sterling for the twenty-two miles. Any estimate for the
Channel Tunnel must at present be purely conjectural, and an estimate
professing to embrace contingencies must be more conjectural than
any other; but it is reckoned that the work, if practicable at all,
could be completed within five years of time, and for five millions of
money.”




XXXV.

THE PARISIAN SEWERS.

     THE SEWERS OF PARIS.—THEIR EXTENT.—A JOURNEY THROUGH THEM.—THE
     START AND THE MODE OF TRAVEL.—DESCRIPTION OF THE GREAT
     SEWER.—ACCIDENTS OF SEWER TRAVEL.—HISTORY OF THE SEWERS.—THEIR
     FIRST GREAT INSPECTION.—BRUNESEAU.—INUNDATION FROM THE SEWERS.—A
     MAN LOST.—HORRIBLE DEATH IN THE SEWERS.—THE OLD AND THE NEW.—THE
     EXCAVATIONS.—NATURE OF THE WORK.—BREAKAGE OF THE CANAL.—JEAN
     VALJEAN IN THE SEWERS OF PARIS.—HIS FIRST SENSATION.—CAUGHT IN A
     LABYRINTH.—THE SEWERS OF ST. DENIS, AND THE MARKETS.—CAUGHT IN
     THE WATER.—THE POLICE IN PURSUIT.—FRIGHT OF THE FUGITIVE.—THE
     QUICKSAND ON THE COAST OF BRITTANY.—A HORRIBLE DEATH.—QUICKSAND IN
     THE SEWERS.—HOW IT WAS FORMED.—JEAN VALJEAN IN THE QUICKSAND.—HIS
     SUFFERINGS AND ESCAPE.


Paris, the gayest and brightest city in the world, has an underground
life surpassing that of any other metropolis. Beneath the broad
streets there are many miles of sewers constructed on a plan that
furnishes a complete system of drainage. The total length of the Paris
sewers is now about four hundred and thirty-four thousand yards, or
three hundred miles. The length of galleries to be constructed in
course of time is about two thousand yards more. To organize the
network of sewers, the site of the capital has been divided into five
basins, of which three are on the right and two on the left bank of
the Seine.

Six great principal galleries, cutting the city nearly at right
angles, and having for tributaries fifteen secondary galleries, out of
which branch a multitude of galleries of less importance, constitute
the principal arteries of the network. Three of the six principal
galleries are on the right bank of the river: the first is that of the
quays; the second descends the Boulevard de Sebastopol, and joins the
first at the Place du Chatelet; and the third runs from the Place
de la Bastille to the Place de la Concorde, through the streets St.
Antoine and de Rivoli.

On the left bank the first gallery includes the line of the quays
from the Pont d’Austerlitz to the Pont d’Iéna; the second follows the
Boulevard St. Michel from the Place de l’Observatoire to the Pont St.
Michel; and the third receives the Bièvre, and at the Rue St. Jacques
joins the long gallery into which the sewer of the Boulevard St.
Michel falls.

[Sidenote: IN THE SEWERS OF PARIS.]

The sewers, or at any rate a portion of them, are interesting places
to visit, though nobody would care to live in them. Only a limited
number of permissions are granted, and these only on stated days. I
experienced considerable difficulty in securing a ticket, and it was
only after exercising patience and perseverance to a liberal degree
that my wishes were granted.

[Illustration: PLACE DE LA CONCORDE, PARIS.]

The ordinary route for visitors is to enter at the Place de la
Concorde, or near the Madeleine Church, and come out at the Place du
Chatelet. The sewer between these points is very broad and high, and
is evidently the show-place of the whole system. In the centre is a
canal about eight feet wide, and at its edges there are rails for the
wheels of cars propelled by the workmen, who walk at the sides. The
sidewalks are broad and carefully swept, so that one could walk upon
them without difficulty. Visitors are generally seated in the cars
and pushed along by the men to whom they are expected to give some
money at the end of the journey. The car moves above the canal, and
every visitor is surprised at the absence of foul odors and at the
general cleanliness of the place. On each side of the larger sewers,
and supported on iron posts, there are large pipes for the conveyance
of water, and in some places the telegraph wires and gas tubes are
visible.

[Sidenote: LADIES IN A SEWER.]

When everything is in order, there is very little to see, and a
hundred yards or so are as good as the entire distance. The faint
rumbling of the carriages can be heard overhead, but otherwise the
silence is unbroken, save by the voices of the visitors and workmen,
and the occasional sound of falling water. The party to which I was
assigned was a serious one, and made very little noise, compared
to one a little way in advance, and containing several ladies. The
presence of lovely women can add a charm to a sewer, though I should
hesitate to take a feminine acquaintance into such a place until I had
first made the journey. We had no incident of importance greater than
the loss of a hat, which was crushed beneath the car wheels, and the
narrow escape of the owner from a tumble overboard as he attempted
to clutch the falling article. The place was well lighted with gas;
but I think everybody was glad to see the light of day as it streamed
through the opening at the Place du Chatelet.

The sewers of Paris were begun several hundred years ago. The exact
date is not known; in fact, their history is not exactly known,
and some of it is mixed up with a great deal of fiction. In _Les
Misérables_, Victor Hugo has given a graphic account of them, though,
like much that he has written, the account is not always strictly
true. (I quote his language.) He says, “The sewer of Paris, in the
middle ages, was legendary. In the sixteenth century, Henry II.
attempted an examination, which failed. Less than a hundred years ago,
the cloaca, Mercier bears witness, was abandoned to itself, and became
what it might.

“Such was that ancient Paris, given up to quarrels, to indecisions,
and to gropings. It was for a long time stupid enough. Afterwards,
‘89 showed how cities come to their wits. But, in the good old times,
the capital had little head; she could not manage her affairs either
morally or materially, nor better sweep away her filth than her
abuses. Everything was an obstacle, everything raised a question.
The sewer, for instance, was refractory to all itineracy. Men could
no more succeed in guiding themselves through its channels than in
understanding themselves in the city; above, the unintelligible,
below, the inextricable; beneath the confusion of tongues there was
the confusion of caves; labyrinth-lined Babel.

[Sidenote: INUNDATION OF THE SEWERS.]

“Sometimes the sewer of Paris took it into its head to overflow, as if
that unappreciated Nile were suddenly seized with wrath. There were,
infamous to relate, inundations from the sewer. The inundation of 1802
is a present reminiscence with old Parisians. The mire spread out in a
cross in the Place des Victoires, where the statue of Louis XIV. is;
it entered the Rue St. Honoré by the two mouths of the sewer of the
Champs Elysées, the Rue St. Florentin by the St. Florentin sewer, the
Rue Pierre à Poisson by the sewer of the Sonnerie, the Rue Popincourt
by the sewer of the Chemin Vert, the Rue de la Roquette by the sewer
of the Rue de Sappe; it covered the curbstones of the Rue des Champs
Elysées to the depth of some fourteen inches; and on the south, by the
vomitoria of the Seine performing its function in the inverse way,
it penetrated the Rue Mazarine, the Rue de l’Echaudé, and the Rue
des Marais, where it stopped, having reached the length of a hundred
and twenty yards, just a few steps from the house which Racine had
lived in, respecting, in the seventeenth century, the poet more than
the king. It attained its maximum depth in the Rue St. Pierre, where
it rose three feet, above the flagging of the water-spouts, and its
maximum extent in the Rue St. Sabin, where it spread out over a length
of two hundred and sixty-one yards.

“At the commencement of this century the sewer of Paris was still a
mysterious place. Mire can never be in good repute; but here ill-fame
reached even fright. Paris dimly realized that she had a terrible cave
beneath her. People talked of it as of that monstrous bog of Thebes
which swarmed with scolopendras fifteen feet long, and which might
have served as a bathing-tub for Behemoth. The big boots of the sewer
men never ventured beyond certain known points. They were still very
near the time when the scavengers’ tumbrils, from the top of which
Ste. Foix fraternized with the Marquis of Créqui, were simply emptied
into the sewer. As for cleansing, that operation was confided to
the showers, which obstructed more than they swept out. Science and
superstition were at one in regard to the horror. The sewer was not
less revolting to hygiene than to legend. The Goblin Monk had appeared
under the fetid arch of the Mouffetard sewer; the corpses of the
Marmousets had been thrown into the sewer of the Barillerie; Fagon
had attributed the fearful malignant fever of 1685 to the great gap
in the sewer of the Marais, which remained yawning until 1833 in the
Rue St. Louis, almost in front of the sign of the Gallant Messenger.
The mouth of the sewer of the Rue de la Mortellerie was famous for the
pestilence which came from it; with its pointed iron grating, which
looked like a row of teeth, it lay in that fatal street like the jaws
of a dragon blowing hell upon men. The popular imagination seasoned
the gloomy Parisian sink with an indefinably hideous mixture of the
infinite.

[Illustration: THE MADELEINE CHURCH, PARIS.]

[Sidenote: THE BOLDEST MAN IN FRANCE.]

“One day in 1805, on one of those rare visits which the emperor made
to Paris, the minister of the interior came to the master’s private
audience. In the carousal was heard the clatter of the swords of all
those marvellous soldiers of the Grand Empire; there was a multitude
of heroes at the door of Napoleon; men of the Rhine, of the Scheldt,
of the Adige, and of the Nile; companions of Joubert, of Desaix, of
Marceau, of Hoche, of Kléber. The whole army of that time was there in
the court of the Tuileries, represented by a squad or platoon guarding
Napoleon in repose; and it was the splendid epoch when the grand army
had behind it Marengo, and before it Austerlitz. ‘Sire,’ said the
minister of the interior to Napoleon, ‘I saw yesterday the boldest man
in your empire.’ ‘Who is the man?’ said the emperor, quickly; ‘and
what has he done?’ ‘He wishes to do something, sire.’ ‘What?’ ‘To
visit the sewers of Paris.’

“That man existed, and his name was Bruneseau.

[Sidenote: WORK OF THE INSPECTOR.]

“The visit was made. It was a formidable campaign; a night battle
against pestilence and asphyxia. It was at the same time a voyage of
discoveries. One of the survivors of this exploration, an intelligent
working-man, then very young, still related, a few years ago, the
curious details which Bruneseau thought it his duty to omit in his
report to the prefect of police, as unworthy the administrative style.
Disinfecting processes were very rudimentary at that period. Hardly
had Bruneseau passed the first branchings of the subterranean
network, when eight out of the twenty laborers refused to go farther.
The operation was completed; the visit involved the cleaning; it was
necessary, therefore, to clean, and at the same time to measure; to
note the entrance of water, to count the gratings and the mouths,
to detail the branchings, to indicate the currents at the points of
separation, to examine the respective borders of the various basins,
to fathom the little sewers ingrafted upon the principal sewer, to
measure the height of each passage under the keystone, and the width,
as well at the spring of the arch as at the level of the floor;
finally, to determine the ordinates of the levellings at a right angle
with each entrance of water, either from the floor of the sewer or
from the surface of the street. They advanced with difficulty. It was
not uncommon for the step-ladders to plunge into three feet of mire.
The lanterns flickered in the miasms. From time to time, they brought
out a sewer-man who had fainted; at certain places, a precipice. The
soil had sunken, the pavement had crumbled, the sewer had changed
into a blind well; they found no solid ground; one man suddenly
disappeared; they had great difficulty in recovering him. By the
advice of Fourcroy, they lighted from point to point, in the places
sufficiently purified, great cages full of oakum and saturated with
resin. The wall, in places, was covered with shapeless fungi, and one
would have said with tumors; the stone itself seemed diseased in this
irrespirable medium.

“They thought they recognized here and there, chiefly under the Palais
de Justice, some cells of ancient dungeons built in the sewer itself.
Hideous _in pace_. An iron collar hung in one of these cells. They
walled them all up. Some odd things were found; among other things,
the skeleton of an orang-outang which disappeared from the Jardin des
Plantes in 1800—a disappearance probably connected with the famous and
incontestable appearance of the devil in the Rue des Bernardins in the
last year of the eighteenth century. The poor devil finally drowned
himself in the sewer.

“Under the long, arched passage which terminates at the Arche Marion,
a rag-picker’s basket, in perfect preservation, was the admiration
of connoisseurs. Everywhere the mud, which the workmen had come to
handle boldly, abounded in precious objects, gold and silver trinkets,
precious stones, coins. A giant who should have filtered this cloaca
would have had the riches of centuries in his sieve. At the point of
separation of the two branches of the Rue du Temple and the Rue Ste.
Avoye, they picked up a singular Huguenot medal in copper, bearing on
one side a hog wearing a cardinal’s hat, and on the other a wolf with
the tiara on his head.

[Sidenote: EXTENT OF THE WORK.]

“The complete visitation of the subterranean sewer system of Paris
occupied seven years, from 1805 to 1812. While yet he was performing
it, Bruneseau laid out, directed, and brought to an end some
considerable works. At the same time, he disinfected and purified the
whole network. After the second year, Bruneseau was assisted by his
son-in-law Nargaud.

“Tortuous, fissured, unpaved, crackling, interrupted by quagmires,
broken by fantastic elbows, rising and falling out of all rule, fetid,
savage, wild, submerged, in obscurity, with scars on its pavements and
gashes on its walls, appalling,—such was, seen retrospectively, the
ancient sewer of Paris. Ramifications in every direction, crossings
of trenches, branchings, goose-tracks, stars as if in mines, cœcums,
cul-de-sacs, arches covered with saltpetre, infectious cesspools,
an herpetic ooze upon the walls, drops falling from the ceiling,
darkness,—nothing equalled the horror of this old voiding crypt, the
digestive apparatus of Babylon, cavern, grave, gulf pierced with
streets, Titanic molehill, in which the mind seems to see prowling
through the shadow, that enormous blind mole, the past.

“At present the sewer is neat, cold, straight, correct. It almost
realizes the ideal of what is understood in England by the word
‘respectable.’ It is comely and sober; drawn by the line; we might
almost say, fresh from the bandbox. At the first glance, we should
readily take it for one of those underground passages formerly so
common and so useful for the flight of monarchs and princes, in
that good old time ‘when the people loved their kings.’ The present
sewer is a beautiful sewer; the pure style reigns in it; the classic
rectilinear alexandrine, which, driven from poetry, appears to have
taken refuge in architecture, seems mingled with every stone of that
long, darkling, and whitish arch; each discharging mouth is an arcade.
If the geometric line is in place anywhere, it surely is in the
stercorary trenches of a great city. There all should be subordinated
to the shortest road. The sewer has now assumed a certain official
aspect. The very police reports, of which it is sometimes the object,
are no longer wanting in respect for it. The words which characterize
it in the administrative language are elevated and dignified. Villon
would no longer recognize his old dwelling in case of need.

[Sidenote: HOW THE SEWERS ARE BUILT.]

“The excavation of the sewers of Paris has been a difficult work.
Paris is built upon a deposit singularly rebellious to human control.
There are liquid clays, living springs, hard rocks, those soft and
deep mires which technical science calls Moutardes. The pick advances
laboriously into these calcareous strata alternating with seams of
very fine clay and laminar schistose beds, incrusted with oyster
shells contemporary with the pre-adamite oceans. Sometimes a brook
suddenly throws down an arch which has been commenced, and inundates
the laborers; or a slide of marl loosens, and rushes down with the
fury of a cataract, crushing the largest of the sustaining timbers
like glass. Quite recently at Villette, when it was necessary, without
interrupting navigation and without emptying the canal, to lead the
collecting sewer under the St. Martin Canal, a fissure opened in
the bed of the canal; the water suddenly rose in the works under
ground beyond all the power of the pumps: they were obliged to seek
the fissure, which was in the neck of the great basin, by means of
a diver, and it was not without difficulty that it was stopped.
Elsewhere, near the Seine, and even at some distance from the river,
as, for instance, at Belleville, Grande Rue, and the Lunière arcade,
we find quicksands in which we sink, and a man may be buried out of
sight. Add asphyxia from the miasma, burial by the earth falling in,
sudden settlings of the bottom, and the work of constructing sewers
can well be understood to be dangerous.”

[Illustration: THE GREAT SEWER.]

[Illustration: SUBTERRANEAN PARIS.]

[Sidenote: JEAN VALJEAN’S ESCAPE.]

In all that he has written, Victor Hugo has produced nothing more
graphic than his description of Jean Valjean in the sewers of Paris,
when endeavoring to escape from the police, after the fight at the
barricades. We quote his description, omitting a few paragraphs.

“It was in the sewer of Paris that Jean Valjean found himself.

“A resemblance of Paris with the sea. As in the ocean, the diver can
disappear.

“The transition was marvellous. From the very centre of the city, Jean
Valjean had gone out of the city, and, in the twinkling of an eye,
the time of lifting a cover and closing it again, he had passed from
broad day to complete obscurity, from noon to midnight, from uproar to
silence, from the whirl of the thunder to the stagnation of the tomb,
and, by a mutation much more prodigious still than that of the Rue
Polonceau, from the most extreme peril to the most absolute security.

“Sudden fall into a cave; disappearance in the dungeon of Paris; to
leave that street in which death was everywhere for this kind of
sepulchre, in which there was life, was an astounding crisis. He
remained for some seconds as if stunned; listening, stupefied. The
spring trap of safety had suddenly opened beneath him. Celestial
goodness had in some sort taken him by treachery. Adorable ambuscades
of Providence!

“Only, the wounded man did not stir, and Jean Valjean did not know
whether what he was carrying away in this grave were alive or dead.

“His first sensation was blindness. Suddenly he saw nothing more. It
seemed to him also that in one minute he became deaf. He heard nothing
more. The frenzied storm of murder which was raging a few feet above
him only reached him, as we have said, thanks to the thickness of
the earth which separated him from it, stifled and indistinct, and
like a rumbling at a great depth. He felt that it was solid under his
feet; that was all; but that was enough. He reached out one hand, then
the other, and touched the wall on both sides, and realized that the
passage was narrow; he slipped, and realized that the pavement was
wet. He advanced one foot with precaution, fearing a hole, a pit, some
gulf; he made sure that the flagging continued. A whiff of fetidness
informed him where he was.

[Sidenote: LIGHT AND DARKNESS.]

“After a few moments he ceased to be blind. A little light fell from
the air-hole through which he had slipped in, and his eye became
accustomed to this cave. He began to distinguish something. The
passage in which he was earthed—no other word better expresses the
condition—was walled up behind him. It was one of those cul-de-sacs
technically called branchments. Before him there was another wall,
a wall of night. The light from the air-hole died out ten or twelve
paces from the point at which Jean Valjean stood, and scarcely
produced a pallid whiteness over a few yards of the damp wall of the
sewer. Beyond, the opaqueness was massive; to penetrate it appeared
horrible, and to enter it seemed like being ingulfed. He could,
however, force his way into that wall of mist, and he must do it. He
must even hasten. Jean Valjean thought that that grating, noticed by
him under the paving-stones, might also be noticed by the soldiers,
and that all depended upon that chance. They also could descend into
the well and explore it. There was not a minute to be lost. He had
laid Marius upon the ground; he gathered him up,—this is again the
right word,—replaced him upon his shoulders, and began his journey. He
resolutely entered that obscurity.

“The truth is, that they were not so safe as Jean Valjean supposed.
Perils of another kind, and not less great, awaited them perhaps.
After the flashing whirl of the combat, the cavern of miasmas and
pitfalls; after chaos, the cloaca. Jean Valjean had fallen from one
circle of hell to another.

[Sidenote: A PERPLEXING SITUATION.]

“At the end of fifty paces he was obliged to stop. A question
presented itself. The passage terminated in another, which it met
transversely. These two roads were offered. Which should he take?
Should he turn to the left or to the right? How guide himself in this
black labyrinth? This labyrinth, as we have remarked, has a clew—its
descent. To follow the descent is to go to the river.

“Jean Valjean understood this at once.

“He said to himself that he was probably in the sewer of the markets;
that, if he should choose the left and follow the descent, he would
come in less than a quarter of an hour to some mouth upon the Seine
between the Pont au Change and the Pont Neuf; that is to say, he
would reappear in broad day in the most populous portion of Paris.
He might come out in some gathering of corner idlers. Amazement of
the passers-by at seeing two bloody men come out of the ground under
their feet. Arrival of sergent-de-ville, call to arms in the next
guard-house. He would be seized before getting out. It was better to
plunge into the labyrinth, to trust to this darkness, and rely on
Providence for the issue.

“He chose the right, and went up the ascent.

“When he had turned the corner of the gallery, the distant gleam of
the air-hole disappeared, the curtain of obscurity fell back over
him, and he again became blind. He went forward, none the less, as
rapidly as he could. Marius’s arms were passed about his neck, and
his feet hung behind him. He held both arms with one hand, and groped
for the wall with the other. Marius’s cheek touched his, and stuck
to it, being bloody. He felt a warm stream, which came from Marius,
flow over him and penetrate his clothing. Still, a moist warmth at his
ear, which touched the wounded man’s mouth, indicated respiration,
and consequently life. The passage through which Jean Valjean was now
moving was not so small as the first. Jean Valjean walked in it with
difficulty. The rains of the previous day had not yet run off, and
made a little stream in the centre of the floor, and he was compelled
to hug the wall to keep his feet out of the water. Thus he went on
in midnight. He resembled the creatures of night groping in the
invisible, and lost under ground in the veins of the darkness.

“However, little by little, whether that some distant air-holes sent a
little floating light into this opaque mist, or that his eyes became
accustomed to the obscurity, some dim vision came back to him, and he
again began to receive a confused perception, now of the wall which
he was touching, and now of the arch under which he was passing. The
pupil dilates in the night, and at last finds day in it, even as the
soul dilates in misfortune, and at last finds God in it.

“To find his way was difficult.

[Sidenote: THE TRACK OF THE SEWERS.]

“The track of the sewers echoes, so to speak, the track of the streets
which overlie them. There were in the Paris of that day two thousand
two hundred streets. Picture to yourselves below them that forest
of dark branches which is called the sewer. The sewers existing at
that epoch, placed end to end, would have given a length of thirty
miles. We have already said that the present network, thanks to the
extraordinary activity of the last thirty years, is not less than a
hundred and forty miles.

“Jean Valjean began with a mistake. He thought that he was under
the Rue St. Denis, and it was unfortunate that he was not there.
There is beneath the Rue St. Denis an old stone sewer, which goes
straight to the collecting sewer, called the Grand Sewer, with a
single elbow, on the right, at the height of the ancient Cour des
Miracles, and a single branch, the St. Martin sewer, the four arms
of which cut each other in a cross. But the gallery of the Petite
Truanderie, the entrance to which was near the wine-shop of Corinth,
never communicated with the underground passage in the Rue St. Denis;
it runs into the Montmartre sewer, and it was in that that Jean
Valjean was entangled. There, opportunities of losing one’s self
abound. The Montmartre sewer is one of the most labyrinthian of the
ancient network. Luckily Jean Valjean had left behind him the sewer
of the markets, the geometrical plan of which represents a multitude
of interlocked top-gallant-masts; but he had before him more than
one embarrassing encounter, and more than one street corner—for
these are streets—presenting itself in the obscurity like a point of
interrogation; first, at his left, the vast Plâtrière sewer, a kind
of Chinese puzzle, pushing and jumbling its chaos of T’s and Z’s
beneath the Hôtel des Postes and the rotunda of the grain-market to
the Seine, where it terminates in a Y; secondly, at his right, the
crooked corridor of the Rue du Cadran, with its three teeth, which
are so many blind ditches; thirdly, at his left, the branch of the
Mail, complicated, almost at its entrance, by a kind of fork, and,
after zigzag upon zigzag, terminating in the great voiding crypt of
the Louvre, truncated and ramified in all directions; finally, at the
right, the cul-de-sac passage of the Rue des Jeûneurs, with countless
little reducts here and there, before arriving at the central sewer,
which alone could lead him to some outlet distant enough to be secure.

“If Jean Valjean had had any notion of what we have here pointed out,
he would have quickly perceived, merely from feeling the wall, that he
was not in the underground gallery of the Rue St. Denis. Instead of
the old hewn stone, instead of the ancient architecture, haughty and
royal even in the sewer, with floor and running courses of granite,
and mortar of thick lime, which cost seventy-five dollars a yard,
he would have felt beneath his hand the contemporary cheapness, the
economical expedient, the millstone grit laid in hydraulic cement
upon a bed of concrete, which cost thirty-five dollars a yard, the
bourgeois masonry known as _small materials_; but he knew nothing of
all this.

“He went forward with anxiety, but with calmness, seeing nothing,
knowing nothing, plunged into chance, that is to say, swallowed up in
Providence.

[Sidenote: MOVING IN THE DARKNESS.]

“By degrees, we must say, some horror penetrated him. The shadow which
enveloped him entered his mind. He was walking in an enigma. This
aqueduct of the cloaca is formidable; it is dizzily intertangled. It
is a dreary thing to be caught in this Paris of darkness. Jean Valjean
was obliged to find, and almost to invent, his route without seeing
it. In that unknown region, each step which he ventured might be the
last. How should he get out? Should he find an outlet? Should he find
it in time? Would this colossal subterranean sponge, with cells of
stone, admit of being penetrated and pierced? Would he meet with some
unlooked for knot of obscurity? Would he encounter the inextricable
and the insurmountable? Would Marius die of hemorrhage, and he of
hunger? Would they both perish there at last, and make two skeletons
in some niche of that night? He did not know. He asked himself all
this, and he could not answer. The intestine of Paris is an abyss.
Like the prophet, he was in the belly of the monster.

[Sidenote: APPROACHING THE SEINE.]

“Suddenly he was surprised. At the most unexpected moment, and without
having diverged from a straight line, he discovered that he was no
longer rising; the water of the brook struck, coming against his heels
instead of upon the top of his feet. The sewer now descended. What?
would he then soon reach the Seine? This danger was great, but the
peril of retreat was still greater. He continued to advance. It was
not towards the Seine that he was going. The saddle-back which the
topography of Paris forms upon the right bank, empties one of its
<DW72>s into the Seine, and the other into the Grand Sewer. The crest
of this saddle-back, which determines the division of the waters,
follows a very capricious line. The culminating point, which is the
point of separation of the flow, is in the St. Avoye sewer, beyond the
Rue Michel de Comte, in the sewer of the Louvre, near the Boulevards,
and in the Montmartre sewer, near the markets. It was at this
culminating point that Jean Valjean had arrived. He was making his way
towards the belt sewer; he was on the right road. But he knew nothing
of it.

“Whenever he came to a branch, he felt its angles, and if he found
the opening not as wide as the corridor in which he was, he did not
enter, and continued his route, deeming rightly that every narrower
way must terminate in a cul-de-sac, and could only lead him away from
his object, the outlet. He thus evaded the quadruple snare which was
spread for him in the obscurity, by the four labyrinths which we have
just enumerated.

“At a certain moment he felt that he was getting away from under the
Paris which was petrified by the _émeute_, in which the barricades had
suppressed the circulation, and that he was coming beneath the Paris
which was alive and normal. He heard suddenly above his head a sound
like thunder, distant, but continuous. It was the rumbling of the
vehicles.

“He had been walking for about half an hour, at least by his own
calculation, and had not yet thought of resting; only he had changed
the hand which supported Marius. The darkness was deeper than ever,
but this depth reassured him.

“All at once he saw his shadow before him. It was marked out on a
feeble ruddiness almost indistinct, which vaguely empurpled the floor
at his feet and the arch over his head, and which glided along at
his right, and his left, on the two slimy walls of the corridor. In
amazement he turned round.

“Behind him, in the portion of the passage through which he had
passed, at a distance which appeared to him immense, flamed, throwing
its rays into the dense obscurity, a sort of horrible star, which
appeared to be looking at him.

“It was the gloomy star of the police which was rising in the sewer.
Behind this star were moving, without order, eight or ten black forms,
straight, indistinct, terrible.

[Sidenote: FOLLOWED BY THE POLICE.]

“During the day a _battue_ of the sewers had been ordered. Three
platoons of officers and sewer-men explored the subterranean streets
of Paris; the first, the right bank, the second, the left bank, the
third, in the city.

“The officers were armed with carbines, clubs, swords, and daggers.

“That which was at this moment directed upon Jean Valjean was the
lantern of the patrol of the right bank.

“This patrol had just visited the crooked gallery and the three
blind alleys which are beneath the Rue du Cadran. While they were
taking their candle to the bottom of these blind alleys, Jean Valjean
had come to the entrance of the gallery upon his way, had found it
narrower than the principal passage, and had not entered it. He had
passed beyond. The policemen, on coming out from the Cadran gallery,
had thought they heard the sound of steps in the direction of the belt
sewer. It was, in fact, Jean Valjean’s steps. The sergeant in command
of the patrol lifted his lantern, and the squad began to look into the
mist in the direction whence the sound came.

“Jean Valjean saw these goblins form a kind of circle. These mastiffs’
heads drew near each other and whispered.

“The result of this council held by the watch-dogs was, that they had
been mistaken, that there had been no noise, that there was nobody
there, that it was needless to trouble themselves with the belt sewer.

[Sidenote: NARROW ESCAPE FROM CAPTURE.]

“The sergeant gave the order to file left towards the descent to the
Seine. If they had conceived the idea of dividing into two squads
and going in both directions, Jean Valjean would have been caught.
That hung by this thread. It is probable that the instructions from
the prefecture, foreseeing the possibility of a combat and that the
insurgents might be numerous, forbade the patrol to separate. The
patrol resumed its march, leaving Jean Valjean behind. Of all these
movements Jean Valjean perceived nothing except the eclipse of the
lantern, which suddenly turned back.

“Slow and measured steps resounded upon the floor for some time, more
and more deadened by the progressive increase of the distance; the
group of black forms sank away; a glimmer oscillated and floated,
making a ruddy circle in the vault, which decreased, then disappeared;
the silence became deep again; the obscurity became again complete;
blindness and deafness resumed possession of the darkness; and Jean
Valjean, not yet daring to stir, stood for a long time with his back
to the wall, his ear intent and eye dilated, watching the vanishing of
that phantom patrol.

“He resumed his march, and after a time felt that he was entering
water, and that he had under his feet pavement no longer, but mud.

[Sidenote: CAUGHT IN A QUICKSAND.]

“It sometimes happens, on certain coasts of Brittany or Scotland,
that a man, traveller or fisherman, walking on the beach at low tide
far from the bank, suddenly notices that for several minutes he has
been walking with some difficulty. The strand beneath his feet is
like pitch; his soles stick to it; it is sand no longer, it is glue.
The beach is perfectly dry, but at every step he takes, as soon as
he lifts his foot, the print which it leaves fills with water. The
eye, however, has noticed no change; the immense strand is smooth and
tranquil, all the sand has the same appearance, nothing distinguishes
the surface which is solid from the surface which is no longer so;
the joyous little cloud of sand-fleas continues to leap tumultuously
over the wayfarer’s feet. The man pursues his way, goes forward,
inclines towards the land, endeavors to get nearer the upland. He
is not anxious. Anxious about what? Only he feels somehow as if the
weight of his feet increased with every step which he takes. Suddenly
he sinks in. He sinks in two or three inches. Decidedly he is not on
the right road; he stops to take his bearings. All at once he looks at
his feet. His feet have disappeared. The sand covers them. He draws
his feet out of the sand; he will retrace his steps, he turns back,
he sinks in deeper. The sand comes up to his ankles; he pulls himself
out, and throws himself to the left; the sand is half leg deep ; he
throws himself to the right; the sand comes up to his shins. Then he
recognizes with unspeakable terror that he is caught in the quicksand,
and that he has beneath him the fearful medium in which man can no
more walk than the fish can swim. He throws off his load if he has
one, he lightens himself like a ship in distress; it is already too
late; the sand is above his knees.

[Sidenote: QUICKSANDS ON THE COAST OF BRITTANY.]

“He calls, he waves his hat or his handkerchief; the sand gains on
him more and more; if the beach is deserted, if the land is too far
off, if the sand-bank is of too ill repute, if there is no hero in
sight, it is all over; he is condemned to enlizement. He is condemned
to that appalling interment, long, infallible, implacable, impossible
to slacken or to hasten, which endures for hours, which will not end,
which seizes you erect, free and in full health, which draws you by
the feet, which, at every effort that you attempt, at every shout
that you utter, drags you a little deeper, which appears to punish
you for your resistance by a redoubling of its grasp, which sinks the
man slowly into the earth while it leaves him all the time to look at
the horizon, the trees, the green fields, the smoke of the villages
in the plain, the sails of the ships upon the sea, the birds flying
and singing, the sunshine, the sky. Enlizement is the grave become a
tide and rising from the depths of the earth towards a living man.
Each minute is an inexorable enshroudress. The victim attempts to sit
down, to lie down, to creep; every movement he makes inters him; he
straightens up, he sinks in; he feels that he is being swallowed up;
he howls, implores, cries to the clouds, wrings his hands, despairs.
Behold him waist deep in the sand; the sand reaches his breast; he is
now only a bust. He raises his arms, utters furious groans, clutches
the beach with his nails, would hold by that straw, leans upon his
elbows to pull himself out of this soft sheath, sobs frenziedly; the
sand rises. The sand reaches his shoulders, the sand reaches his neck;
the face alone is visible now. The mouth cries, the sand fills it;
silence. The eyes still gaze, the sand shuts them; night. Then the
forehead decreases, a little hair flutters above the sand; a hand
protrudes, comes through the surface of the beach, moves and shakes,
and disappears. Sinister effacement of a man.

“This fatal mishap, always possible upon one or another coast of the
sea, was also possible, thirty years ago, in the sewer of Paris.

[Sidenote: QUICKSAND IN THE SEWER.]

“The water filtered into certain underlying, particularly friable
soils; the floor, which was of paving-stones, as in the old sewers,
or of hydraulic cement upon concrete, as in the new galleries,
having lost its support, bent. A bend in a floor of that kind is a
crack, is a crumbling. The floor gave way over a certain space. This
crevasse, a hiatus in a gulf of mud, was called technically _fontis_.
What is a fontis? It is the quicksand of the sea-shore suddenly
encountered under ground; it is the beach of Mont St. Michel in a
sewer. The diluted soil is, as it were, in fusion; all its molecules
are in suspension in a soft medium; it is not land, and it is not
water. Depth sometimes very great. Nothing more fearful than such
a mischance. If the water predominates, death is prompt, there is
swallowing up; if the earth predominates, death is slow, there is
enlizement.

“Can you picture to yourself such a death? If enlizement is terrible
on the shore of the sea, what is it in the cloaca? Instead of the
open air, the full light, the broad day, that clear horizon, those
vast sounds, those free clouds whence rains life, those barks seen in
the distance, that hope under every form, probable passers, succor
possible until the last moment; instead of all that, deafness,
blindness, a black arch, an interior of a tomb already prepared, death
in the mire under a cover! the slow stifling by the filth, a stone box
in which asphyxia opens its claw in the slime and takes you by the
throat; fetidness mingled with the death rattle; mire instead of sand,
sulphuretted hydrogen instead of the hurricane, ordure instead of the
ocean; and to call, and to gnash your teeth, and writhe, and struggle,
and agonize, with that huge city above your head knowing nothing of it
all!

“The depth of the fontis varied, as well as its length, and its
density by reason of the more or less yielding character of the
subsoil. Sometimes a fontis was three or four feet deep, sometimes
eight or ten; sometimes no bottom could be found. The mire was here
almost solid, there almost liquid. In the Lunière fontis, it would
have taken a man a day to disappear, while he would have been devoured
in five minutes by the Phélippeaux slough. The mire bears more or less
according to its greater or less density. A child escapes where a man
is lost. The first law of safety is to divest yourself of every kind
of burden. To throw away his bag of tools, or his basket, or his hod,
is the first thing that every sewer-man does when he feels the soil
giving way beneath him.

[Sidenote: PERIL OF JEAN VALJEAN.]

“Jean Valjean found himself in presence of a fontis. A yielding of the
pavement, imperfectly upheld by the underlying sand, had occasioned a
damming of the rain-water. Infiltration having taken place, sinking
had followed. The floor, broken up, had disappeared in the mire.
For what distance? Impossible to say. The obscurity was deeper than
anywhere else. It was a mud-hole in the cavern of night.

“Jean Valjean felt the pavement slipping away under him. He entered
into this slime. It was water on the surface, mire at the bottom. He
must surely pass through. To retrace his steps was impossible. Marius
was expiring, and Jean Valjean exhausted. Where else could he go? Jean
Valjean advanced. Moreover, the quagmire appeared not very deep for
a few steps. But in proportion as he advanced, his feet sank in. He
very soon had the mire half-knee deep, and water above his knees. He
walked on, holding Marius with both arms as high above the water as he
could. The mud now came up to his knees, and the water to his waist.
He could no longer turn back. He sank in deeper and deeper. This mire,
dense enough for one man’s weight, evidently could not bear two.
Marius and Jean Valjean would have had a chance of escape separately.
Jean Valjean continued to advance, supporting this dying man, who was
perhaps a corpse.

“The water came up to his armpits; he felt that he was foundering; it
was with difficulty that he could move in the depth of mire in which
he was. The density, which was the support, was also the obstacle.
He still held Marius up, and with an unparalleled outlay of strength
he advanced; but he sank deeper. He now had only his head out of the
water, and his arms supporting Marius. There is in the old pictures of
the deluge a mother doing thus with her child.

“He sank still deeper, he threw his face back to escape the water, and
to be able to breathe; he who should have seen him in this obscurity
would have thought he saw a mask floating upon the darkness; he dimly
perceived Marius’s drooping head and livid face above him; he made
a desperate effort, and thrust his foot forward; his foot struck
something solid: a support. It was time.

[Sidenote: SAVED AT LAST.]

“He rose, and writhed, and rooted himself upon this support with a
sort of fury. It produced the effect upon him of the first step of a
staircase reascending towards life.

“This support, discovered in the mire at the last moment, was the
beginning of the other <DW72> of the floor, which had bent without
breaking, and had curved beneath the water like a board, and in a
single piece. A well-constructed paving forms an arch, and has this
firmness. This fragment of the floor, partly submerged, but solid,
was a real <DW72>, and, once upon this <DW72>, they were saved. Jean
Valjean ascended this inclined plane, and reached the other side of
the quagmire.

“On coming out of the water, he struck against a stone, and fell upon
his knees. This seemed to him fitting, and he remained thus for some
time, his soul lost in unspoken prayer to God.

“He rose, shivering, chilled, infected, bending beneath this dying
man, whom he was dragging on, all dripping with slime, his soul filled
with a strange light.”




XXXVI.

MERCURY.

     PROPERTIES AND PECULIARITIES OF MERCURY, OR
     QUICKSILVER.—AMALGAMATION.—CINNABAR.—WHERE IT IS
     FOUND.—ALMADEN AND OTHER MINES.—CURIOUS CUSTOMS AT
     IDRIA.—MODES OF WORKING.—HUANCA VELICA.—QUICKSILVER MINES IN
     CALIFORNIA.—CALIFORNIA LAWSUITS. - WONDERFUL PROPERTIES OF SPANISH
     TITLES.—AN UNHAPPY ACCIDENT.—PRACTICAL VALUE OF AN EARTHQUAKE—AN
     UNDERGROUND CHAPEL.


One of the most valuable mineral substances is the one which is known
as Mercury, or Quicksilver. It has many properties peculiar to no
other metal. At an ordinary temperature it is a fluid. At thirty-nine
or forty degrees below zero (Fahrenheit) it becomes solid, and
resembles lead. At six hundred and sixty-two degrees (Fahrenheit) it
boils, and is thrown out on an invisible, transparent vapor, like
steam. Before it reaches the boiling point, if it is exposed to the
air at a high temperature, it absorbs oxygen, and is converted into
red oxide. Strong nitric acid will absorb mercury. Acids affect it
somewhat, but not to any great extent. It mixes with lead, zinc, gold,
and silver, and it may be separated from them by a chemical process,
and be made perfectly pure. Sometimes the cheap metals are used to
adulterate mercury; but the effect of this mixture is to produce an
amalgam, whose adulterations can be easily detected. It is found
sometimes in a native or pure form, and sometimes amalgamated with
silver; but these instances are so rare that deposits of this sort
cannot be relied upon as sources of supply.

Sometimes mercury is found in its natural state in cavities in the
earth, so that it may be dug up in considerable quantities. The chief
source of supply, however, is in the form of cinnabar. Cinnabar is
said to be an East Indian name, originally given to the mixture of the
blood of the dragon with that of the elephant, and afterwards applied
to the common ore of mercury. On account of its beautiful red color,
known as vermilion, this ore has been worked in various parts of the
world for more than three thousand years. Some of the Roman historians
refer to the use of mercury in amalgamating gold; and the mines of
Almaden, in Spain, which still produce cinnabar, are known to have
been worked for thousands of years before the Christian era. Cinnabar
consists of eighty-six per cent. of mercury, and fourteen per cent. of
sulphur. It forms beds and veins in certain rocks, and in many places
the rocks near the veins will have cinnabar distributed through them.
When finely ground it makes a brilliant red paint, and, as before
stated, is known as vermilion; and it is said that the Indians of
California first called the attention of the Spanish settlers to the
presence of quicksilver by their use of cinnabar in ornamenting their
faces.

[Sidenote: CINNABAR MINES.]

The most important mines of mercury in the world are those of Almaden,
in Spain; New Almaden, in California; Idria, in Austria; and Huanca
Velica, in Peru. There are smaller mines in Hungary, Bohemia, Bavaria,
China, Japan, Brazil, and a few other countries. Formerly the Almaden
mines, in Spain, controlled the quicksilver market of the globe. The
owners of the mines could affect the price of the article just as they
pleased. If they raised or lowered it, the other mines were obliged to
lower or raise their prices.

Almaden is situated in New Castile, about fifty miles north of
Cordova. Apart from its mining peculiarities, it possesses no feature
of attraction, as it consists simply of one long street, built on a
ridge of rock, where the cinnabar ore is found. The town has a mining
school, half a dozen or more ordinary schools, three hospitals, and a
liberal supply of churches, and about ten thousand inhabitants. Until
about the beginning of the present century the mines were worked by
convicts, who were compelled to wear chains, and were kept at such
severe toil that they never lived long. Later, however, the mines have
been worked on a voluntary labor system, and employ about five or six
thousand persons. Each laborer is required to toil only six hours a
day. A longer exposure than this to the quicksilver is considered
injurious to the health. The annual production of the Almaden mines is
about two million pounds of pure metal.

[Sidenote: MINES IN AUSTRIA AND PERU.]

The mines of Idria, in Austria, are about thirty-two miles northeast
of Trieste. The town is a small one, its population being less than
five thousand. Its annual production is about three hundred thousand
pounds. A single shaft has been sunk to a depth of about one thousand
feet. The excavations are made through horizontal galleries extended
from this shaft. The descent into the mine is accomplished partly by
steps cut in the rock and partly by ladders. About five hundred miners
are employed. They preserved a peculiarity by wearing a uniform of
their own, and, though the occupation is unhealthy, the appointment
of a miner at Idria is greatly sought. The mines have been worked
about four hundred years, and are the property of the government. The
product of the other smaller mines of this metal throughout Europe
is so inconsiderable as to have no material effect on the market.
The same may be said of the quicksilver mines of China, Japan, and
Australia.

The Peruvian quicksilver mines have been worked since the beginning
of the sixteenth century. At the great mines of Huanca Velica the
ores are found in sandstone and shales along a belt of ground or rock
about four hundred feet thick. Most of the excavations are open ones,
and appear as if laid out without much plan or method. Accidents
frequently occur, and at one time two hundred workmen were buried by
the caving in of the earth. The total annual yield of the Peruvian
mines is about four hundred thousand pounds.

Mercury is found in many places in Mexico, but no mines of it are now
worked, the deposits not being sufficient to pay for the exploitation.
The quicksilver mines of California were first opened and worked in
1845, by one of the Spanish settlers. It was known that for a long
time the Indians had made use of cinnabar to ornament their faces, and
it was found that they had made pits fifty or sixty feet deep into
the mountain in search of it. The first attempt made by the Spaniards
in these Indian mines was to work the cinnabar ore for silver; but
no silver could be found. The war of 1846 stopped the working of the
mine, and nothing was done after that until 1848, when operations were
recommenced on a large scale. A company of Mexicans and English worked
the mines from 1850 to 1858, when they were stopped by the United
States court on account of a lawsuit about the title.

[Illustration: QUICKSILVER MINES OF NEW ALMADEN.]

[Illustration: BLASTING IN THE QUICKSILVER MINES.]

[Sidenote: NEW ALMADEN IN CALIFORNIA.]

The New Almaden mines are situated about twelve miles from San José,
an important town fifty miles south of San Francisco. It was my
pleasure to visit these mines several years ago, and learn something
of the mode of working them. A small party of us took the train from
San Francisco, and proceeded to San José, whence we travelled in
carriages over an excellent road, which undulated just enough to make
it interesting. Unfortunately for us, at the time of our visit, no
work was in progress in the lower mines in consequence of one of those
lawsuits for which the region is famous. Consequently we did not go
down into the mine itself, but were obliged to content ourselves with
an inspection of the reduction works.

I may remark, by the by, in speaking of these lawsuits of the New
Almaden mine, that it is a peculiar dispensation of providential care
or human cupidity to afflict every valuable piece of property in
California with a lawsuit. I would not wish to assert that there is a
dishonest man in all California, as the assertion might be followed
by an assault on the writer by some enthusiastic resident of the
Golden State; but I do say that the result of my observation was, that
nothing could be found in California worth the having but that some
claimant under a previous title would be sure to present himself.
The New Almaden mines, as soon as their value became known, found
plenty of claimants under Spanish titles and Indian titles. A great
part of their revenue has been swallowed up in legal proceedings.
When all these questions shall have been settled finally, I presume
some claimant will turn up who holds a title given him by Columbus or
Queen Isabella, and possibly by the founder of the Christian religion.
Titles in California can go back to a wonderfully distant period, and
they are always so indefinite as to afford holding-ground for a legal
anchor.

[Sidenote: FRAUDULENT TITLES.]

I do not think a single mine or very valuable property in California
has ever escaped legal difficulties. A rocky island in San Francisco
Bay was pointed out to me as the locality of a Spanish claim. It had
stood very quietly unoccupied, and was not considered worth ten cents
for any practical purpose. By and by the government wished to use it
as the site of a fortification. Immediately there arose a claimant
under a Spanish title, and he came very near compelling the government
to pay him a handsome price for the property. I presume, if a volcanic
island should be thrown up in the middle of the bay, and somebody
should take possession of a piece of it, somebody else would have
a Spanish or Indian title to it, or would possibly produce a title
from his Satanic Majesty, who had caused the island to be made for
the especial benefit of the claimant, in return for valuable services
rendered in times past or present.

On reaching the mines, we proceeded at once to the Reduction Works,
and were politely shown around by Mr. Butterworth, the superintendent.
We amused ourselves trying to lift flasks of quicksilver, and were
nearly choked with the fumes arising from the places where the ore
was being reduced. The reduction works are very simple affairs. They
consist of piles of brick with furnaces beneath them, and with large
cavities, down which the ore is placed. The ore is roasted, and the
mercury rises in vapor, and is condensed. The furnaces are, most of
them, forty feet long, eight feet wide, and ten feet high, and fixed
near each other. Each furnace is divided into compartments, the fire
occupying one at the end and a little below the compartment, where the
ore is placed. The heat does not come in direct contact with the ore,
but is driven through it by means of flues.

[Sidenote: THE CONDENSING CHAMBERS.]

There are several Condensing Chambers, so called, each of them eight
feet long, four feet wide, and about six feet high. The chamber where
the ore is placed is connected with the condensing chambers by means
of a flue. Eight or ten tons of ore are placed in the furnace at one
time. Seven other condensing chambers succeed the first, and the fumes
are passed through one after the other, and finally into a tank, where
they are condensed in water. Each chamber is so constructed that the
mercury will flow into the iron tank, where it is collected and put in
flasks. About sixty hours are required to extract the mercury from a
charge of ore.

In spite of all precautions a great deal of mercury is lost. At the
time of our visit, new furnaces had been constructed to take the place
of some old ones, which had been torn down a year or two before.
They showed us an immense cavity in the earth, where the quicksilver
had accumulated and settled. Its weight had made places for it in
some instances, while in others the ground was thoroughly saturated.
These deposits were discovered quite by accident, and I was told that
several tons of quicksilver had been taken from them.

One of our party became aware of the peculiar properties of
quicksilver in a way that was not at all satisfactory. At the tank
where the material was waiting to be placed in the flasks there were
several gallons of mercury, and we amused ourselves by forcing our
hands beneath the surface. The sensation was peculiar, and to most of
us entirely new. Our friend was wearing a ring on one of the fingers
that he thrust into the metal. The quicksilver allied with the gold,
and suddenly it was discovered that the ring had turned white. His
attention was called to it by our guide, who suggested that the ring
must be removed instantly and heated. It was taken from the finger,
not without considerable difficulty, placed upon a shovel, and heated.
A goodly portion of the mercury, which had adhered to it, was driven
away; but I believe the ring subsequently tumbled to pieces, and
became valueless.

Men and animals employed about the Smelting Works are salivated and
otherwise injuriously affected by the mercury; but I believe no like
effects are experienced in the mines. The ore is found irregularly
distributed in the hills a little more than a mile from the smelting
works. The vein is very irregular; in fact, it is less a vein than
a series of chambers. The mine is entered through a level, which
extends twelve hundred feet into the hill. Side galleries are
excavated on the line of deposits, and sometimes they follow these
deposits four or five hundred feet. The earthquake of 1865 opened up
several new chambers in the rock, and gave an increased value to the
property—about the only property which an earthquake was ever known
to benefit. Most of the laborers in these mines are of Indian or
Spanish origin. They have a chapel in the mine, similar to chapels
which are fitted up in the mines of Catholic countries all over the
world. The chambers of the mine are occasionally used for _fêtes_ and
celebrations, and at such times are quite interesting.

[Sidenote: EXTENT OF THE PRODUCTION.]

The quantity of quicksilver produced annually at the New Almaden
mine is about two million pounds. Sometimes it falls short of this
amount, and sometimes exceeds it; but the production is largely in
the control of the managers, and they can raise or lower it almost at
will. The stock of this company has been the subject of a great deal
of speculation in Wall Street. Some men have made money by it, and
others have lost. The speculations in it have been so extensive that
it has become a sort of financial football, which prudent people would
do well to let alone.

The New Idria mine was opened subsequently to the opening of the New
Almaden mine. The mercury of New Almaden had driven that of Spain from
all the American markets, and fairly controlled the world. The mine at
Idria, together with mines at other places in California, produced a
comparatively small amount, so that the market of the New Almaden mine
was not seriously affected.

A universal system is followed over the entire globe, so far as the
packages in which mercury is placed are concerned. The Almaden mines
of Spain adopted the plan of enclosing the mercury in iron flasks,
containing seventy-six and one half pounds, and the example is
followed elsewhere. Sometimes half flasks and quarter flasks are made;
but the standard of seventy-six and a half pounds for a whole flask is
universally maintained.

[Sidenote: HOW MERCURY IS USED.]

The greatest consumers of mercury are the Chinese, not physically,
or for mechanical or chemical purposes. The Chinese use a great many
paints, and especially red ones. As a natural consequence, quicksilver
enters largely into their composition. Other uses of quicksilver
are in the extraction of silver and gold from their ores in the
amalgamating process, and also for coating or silvering the backs of
mirrors. Mercury is employed in the construction of philosophical
instruments, and is preferred to other fluids for filling thermometers
and barometers. It is used in medicine to a considerable extent; and
doubtless many of my readers are familiar with it. Its most general
form is in what is known as the blue pill. Nearly all physicians
prescribe it, but they always enjoin great caution in its use. One
celebrated medical writer says, “Few medicines produce such a marked
sense of depression, both mentally and bodily, as mercury, even of
ordinary doses; and when the system is brought thoroughly under its
influences, the effects become distressing.”




XXXVII.

GUANO AND THE COOLIE TRADE.

     GUANO AND ITS CHARACTER.—WHERE IT IS FOUND.—THE CHINCHA ISLANDS
     AND THEIR WEALTH.—NOVEL PLANS OF THE PERUVIANS.—HOW THEY DIG AND
     LOAD GUANO.—EFFECT OF GUANO ON A STRANGER.—JARVIS’S AND HOWLAND’S
     ISLANDS.—THE COOLIES AND THEIR LABOR.—STORIES OF HORRIBLE
     CRUELTIES.—HOW THE ASIATIC SLAVE TRADE IS CONDUCTED.—MUTINY ON
     SHIPBOARD.—MURDER OF THE CREW.—HUMAN MINCE MEAT.—TREATMENT OF
     COOLIES AT WORK.—EXTENT OF THE COOLIE TRAFFIC.—PROBABLE FATE OF
     MISSING SHIPS.


The exhausting effect of agriculture, in many localities, renders it
necessary to furnish the soil with enriching materials. From time
immemorial, use has been made of the excrement of animals, of deposits
in bogs and swamps, where vegetable matter has decayed, and of various
mineral substances known to contain ingredients nutritious to growing
plants. An important ingredient of nearly all manures is the substance
known as ammonia, which is contained in large quantities in the
excrement of birds. Any farmer will tell you that the space beneath
his hen-roost furnishes a material more valuable, pound by pound,
than any other part of his barn-yard establishment. In some parts of
the world the excrement of birds is found in large quantities, but
these places are few in number, for the reason that they are only
in districts where there is no rain. In localities subject to rain,
although the birds may be numerous, the valuable material is washed
away, or, at all events, is so greatly reduced in quality as to render
it worthless or nearly so.

[Sidenote: THE CHINCHA ISLANDS.]

The great deposits of bird excrement, popularly known as guano, are
in tropical regions, the most important of them being at the Chincha
Islands, which are situated in the Pacific Ocean, near the coast
of Peru, in latitude 13° 38´ south, longitude 76° 28´ west. They
are three in number, and are small, rocky, and perfectly dry. They
appear to have been formed by separate inundations of lava under great
pressure, and are composed of a gray and reddish  rock that in
some places presents a perpendicular wall three hundred feet above
the surface of the ocean. The islands have a wild and picturesque
appearance. Immense flocks of sea-birds are constantly flying around
them. The walls of the islands are full of caves and arches, some of
them very high, and the beating of the waves in the caves and arches
can be heard a long distance.

The islands are small, no one of them being more than a mile in
length. The total amount of guano upon them is estimated at forty
millions of tons. It has been accumulating during thousands of years.
In some places the depth is estimated at more than a hundred feet,
and over nearly all the extent of the islands it is rarely at a depth
of less than sixty feet. The value of guano was well known to the
Peruvians of ancient times, and these immense deposits were specially
cared for by the government. By command of the Incas of Peru no person
was allowed, under penalty of death, to visit the islands during the
breeding season of the birds, and the same penalty was inflicted upon
those who killed birds at any time of the year.

According to the histories, five hundred years were required for the
formation of a single inch in thickness of guano; consequently, the
time required for the formation of a layer of guano a hundred feet
thick must be something more than the period of life allotted to
Methusaleh, or any of his contemporaries.

[Sidenote: FIRST IMPORTATION OF GUANO.]

The attention of Europe was first called to guano in 1804, by the
great traveller Humboldt. He caused the substance to be analyzed,
and found that it was composed of phosphates of ammonia, lime, and
urate and oxalate of ammonia, together with other organic matters
not determined. A few years later further attention was called to it
by Sir Humphry Davy, who suggested that it might prove valuable to
farmers; and it was soon after tried at St. Helena. The first shipment
ever brought to Europe was in 1840, and consisted of twenty casks. It
was tried, and found useful; and the next year several cargoes were
taken to England, and several more to the United States. The exclusive
right of digging and shipping guano for the term of nine years was
sold at this time, by the government, for forty thousand dollars;
but it was repudiated soon after, as the increased demand for guano
developed its immense value. The monopoly was, however, revived in a
little while, one firm being allowed the exclusive trade with England,
and another with the United States. The demand increased so rapidly
that a great many ships went into the carrying trade, and sometimes as
many as two hundred ships have been waiting at the Chincha Islands for
their cargoes.

Explorations were made for other deposits, and some rich ones were
found on the Lobos Islands, off the north coast of Peru. A great many
smaller islands were found to be covered with guano, and in various
parts of the Pacific Ocean there are extensive deposits. The most
important of these are upon Jarvis’s, Baker’s, and Howland’s Islands,
situated in the South Pacific Ocean, belonging to a New York company,
and named after American merchants interested in them. Jarvis’s Island
was estimated a few years ago to contain nearly four millions of tons;
the quantity on Baker’s and Howland’s Islands was not determined.

To show the rapid increase in the demand for guano, it may be
mentioned that, in the year 1841, six thousand five hundred tons were
exported from the Chincha Islands, and in the five following years,
one hundred and twenty-seven thousand tons were exported,—or an
average of more than thirty-five thousand tons a year.

In 1849 the exports of guano were nearly a hundred thousand tons,
and from 1852 to 1857 the yearly average was more than two hundred
thousand tons.

[Sidenote: NATURE OF GUANO.]

The value of guano varies according to the demand, but is ordinarily
fixed at about seventy dollars a ton. It is sufficiently valuable
to induce enterprising men to adulterate it; and more than half the
guano sold in England and the United States is said to be mixed
with inferior substances before it reaches the consumer. Nearly all
dealers who purchase large quantities require a careful analysis of
samples before they close their bargains. The analysis of guano is
very desirable for the farmer, in order to indicate the best method of
applying the fertilizer, and to ascertain for what crops and to what
soils each kind is best adapted. For example, some soils might be most
benefited by the Peruvian guano, which contains large quantities of
ammonia; while others would be most benefited by the cheap qualities,
which contain larger quantities of phosphate. Full details respecting
the guano trade and the use of guano are contained in the document
accompanying the message of the President of the United States to the
Senate, February 5th, 1859.

Another locality where guano is found is in the Caribbean Sea, near
the coast of Venezuela; but the islands containing this guano are in
the region of tropical rains, and consequently the substance formed
there is quite different in character from the dry, pulverized guano
of the Chincha Islands. Some of these Caribbean islands are low, and
covered with sand, shells, and other substances, in which the birds
lay their eggs. Others rise in peaks to the height of several hundred
feet; and on these peaks there are rocky layers which have been formed
from guano. These rocky layers contain large quantities of phosphate
and carbonate of lime. Other layers contain very little carbonate and
a larger proportion of phosphate. Another variety is a solid rock,
which forms a crust sometimes two feet thick, and consists mainly
of phosphate and sulphate of lime. The evaporation of the ammonia
and similar substances renders this rock porous, and has led many
to believe that it was of volcanic origin. The heat and moisture of
the surface have made wonderful changes in the organic substances or
deposits of these islands; though the formation of these rocks can
be directly traced to the excrement of birds and the remains of the
birds themselves, all vestiges of animal life have disappeared, and
the substance presents all the characteristics of a metamorphic rock,
dug from the base of a volcanic mountain.

The work of handling guano is not the most delightful in the world;
especially is this the case at Chincha Islands, where the air is dry,
and the guano is in the form of dust, or of a hard material which
easily separates into dust. Guano has a very pungent character, and
causes the eyes to inflame, and sometimes deprives them altogether of
the power of sight.

[Sidenote: NORTH, SOUTH, AND MIDDLE ISLANDS.]

As before stated, the Chincha Islands number three only, and are known
as North Island, South Island, and Middle Island. The Middle Island is
the most important, not only for having the largest quantity of guano
upon it, but also for being the residence of the commander and deputy
commander of the three islands. The palace of the commander is rather
an imposing building of its character; and at a little distance stands
that of the deputy commander. This is more modest and unpretending in
architecture, being nothing more nor less than what Americans would
term a flat-roofed shanty, constructed of cane and rush matting.

The average height of the rock which is the sub-strata of the island,
is from one hundred and fifty to two and three hundred feet; and upon
these rocks lie the guano as upon a scaffolding or platform rising
out of the sea. The guano on this island lies on what may be termed
a smooth, rounded mound, and is in some parts about one hundred and
sixty feet thick. More than forty acres have been cut away from the
side of the hill nearest to the vessels on which the guano is shipped.
The birds which live and die upon these islands are principally of
the Photo-Huenco species, and resemble blue and white pigeons with
red bills. The white birds keep themselves separate from the blue,
and hundreds of acres of land are completely covered with them. In
addition to these, there are a number of sea-lions also to be found
on these islands, which contribute somewhat to the quantity of
ammonia created by the birds. Eggs and wings of birds, and teeth of
sea-lions, are seen in abundance changed into ammonia in each and
every part of the islands.

[Sidenote: WALKING IN GUANO.]

The guano, when exposed to the air, is of a reddish brown-yellow
color, which covers the whole of the three islands, and nothing else
is to be seen but the rocks on which it rests. In substance it is like
light, dry earth, and is very difficult to walk upon. Frequently one
finds himself sinking ankle and knee deep; and should you attempt to
hurry, you are almost sure to lose your footing. Should you fall and
get covered with this ammonia, it matters but little, as it is pure,
and contains no animal substance to make it disagreeable. If you
penetrate a few feet below the surface of the ammonia, it is found to
be perfectly compact, and not unlike castile soap.

The men employed to dig the guano are Chinese. They have a very hard
time of it; and in addition to being hard worked, they are very badly
treated. Close to the residence of the deputy commander a number of
the coolies are engaged digging out the guano for shipment. The gang
is superintended by the most unfeeling task-masters, who apply the
lash very freely to the naked backs of the workmen on the slightest
pretence. It is by no means an unfrequent occurrence to see half a
dozen coolies lying about the scene of operations dead, or in their
last throes of agony; and not the slightest sympathy is extended
to them in their suffering. Bodies are left exposed all day in the
open sun, where they may be found covered with flies or vermin; and
sometimes in a few hours there are large holes in these bodies, pecked
by hundreds of birds.

At the edge of the principal cutting on Middle Island, coolies are
found working with their pickaxes, while others convey the guano in
barrows to the side of the cliff where the vessels are in readiness to
receive it.

There are about fifteen hundred men constantly engaged in cutting out
the guano. As above stated, these men are coolies, and the overseers
are <DW64>s, stationed at short distances apart, and provided with
heavy whips. The coolies work with no other covering than a thin
pair of pantaloons. As they are lashed by their task-masters, their
cries are painful. The officers are frequently eye-witnesses of these
tortures, but give them very little attention.

[Sidenote: TASKS OF THE COOLIES.]

As soon as the guano is dug up, it is carted to the depot or open
enclosures called the Margueras, and thence to the launches or
vessels. These margueras are made of strong canes, resembling a
palisade round a prison, and are supported by chain cables. In some
parts of the islands, when the distance is far from the depot, the
guano is conveyed there in cars drawn by donkeys, but generally the
coolies have to wheel it themselves. Each man is expected to dig and
wheel five tons of guano per day, and if he does not do this amount of
work, he is severely flogged in the presence of his fellow-workmen at
the close of the day’s labor. The extent of punishment is always left
to the discretion of the task-masters, who appear to be destitute of
mercy. The men are paid one real (twelve and a half cents) per day,
and their rice; but should their task not be completed, in addition to
the flogging, the defaulter has part of his wages deducted.

While at work they are compelled to wear thick bandages over their
mouths, owing to the strength of the ammonia. When the guano is
wheeled to the depot, it is pushed down to the lower end of the
margueras, where there are a number of openings connected with shutes,
or long canvas pipes. These shutes are about the size of an ordinary
barrel, and lead down to the base of the hill or cliff, and then into
the vessels.

Sometimes the ships are loaded from the side, the guano being hoisted
in bags; but this process of loading occupies too much time, and is
never resorted to except in cases of necessity. When the guano is
poured directly into the hold, a vessel can be loaded in a day or two;
whereas, by hoisting it in, it occupies as long as two or three weeks
to make up a cargo.

While the ships are being loaded,—and generally there are a large
number at the same time,—they present a very interesting appearance.
An ordinary visitor would at first imagine that they were on fire,
owing to the yellow smoke or dust which rises during the loading.

The air is so thoroughly impregnated with the ammonia that at times
one might reasonably think he had a bottle of strong hartshorn under
his nose, and most people suffer much from the effect it has upon
their eyes and lungs. It has often been the subject of remark how the
coolies can stand this great tax upon their eyes and lungs daily,
particularly when they are so hard worked. The digging of guano is
much harder than that of ordinary railway digging and mining work.

When a vessel has received its full cargo, there is a little
rejoicing, and the men are permitted to leave their work for a short
time. One of the crew of the loaded vessel goes to the yard-arm in a
tub; three cheers are given by all the other ships, and their guns are
discharged.

[Sidenote: HOURS OF LABOR.]

The coolie laborers are required to work every day in the week,
Sundays included, excepting those laborers under the immediate charge
of the commander. If there is a rush in getting the vessels loaded,
and it becomes necessary for his men to work on Sunday, he pays them
extra for their labor; but it is not so with the other laborers.

[Illustration : ATTEMPT TO BURN A COOLIE SHIP.]

On the islands there are several rude huts, where reside doctors,
overseers, and nondescripts of various sorts. There are also several
groceries, cooking stores, candy shops, and various sheds, which
present a picture of a small village of hovels.

The men complain that they have no protection afforded them, and their
emaciated appearance goes to show that they are not over fed, and are
badly used.

There is hardly a laborer to be found on the whole islands without
large welts on his back, made by the thongs of the task-master. The
men present a striking similarity to a used-up horse, their bones
almost protruding through their skin. The small pittance that these
coolies earn is kept from them, and when one of them has served the
time mentioned in his contract, he finds his master has a claim
against him for luxuries supplied during his term of service, and
being unable to pay him, he has to resume work, as before.

Few get any rest whatever, and they may be said to live and die like
dogs. No women are allowed among them, and being thus deprived of
feminine society, in addition to their other sufferings, many commit
suicide, believing that their spirits will wake in their native land.

[Sidenote: INCEPTION OF THE COOLIE TRADE.]

The history of the coolie trade may be found interesting in this
connection.

In the year 1847, a Portuguese vessel, named the Don Pedro, was in
the port of Macao, China, waiting for a cargo. The captain found that
it would be several months before a new crop of tea would come in,
and consequently he would be obliged to wait some time before his
ship could be loaded. While loitering about Macao he fell in with a
Spaniard who had come over from Peru on business, and the conversation
happened to turn on the cheapness of labor in China. It occurred to
the Spaniard that it would be a good thing to take a thousand Chinese
to Peru, and finally it was decided to attempt to load the Don Pedro
with these men. Whether they made any contract with the coolies is not
known, and probably will never be ascertained. Three hundred men were
engaged ostensibly for Java, and on the 1st of June, 1847, they sailed
from Macao, supposing they were going to Java, but really destined for
Peru.

The ship was steered across the Pacific, and after a voyage of more
than a hundred days, with a great many vicissitudes, on very short
allowance of food and water, the coolies were landed in Peru. Owing
to some misunderstanding and some difficulty about the contract,
this first consignment was not taken to the Chincha Islands, but was
placed on a plantation near Callao. They had been secured for five
years’ labor, and the Spaniard who brought them from China disposed of
his merchandise to such good advantage that he immediately returned
for another cargo. Not only did he go for another cargo, but for
several cargoes, and the story of his success, and the advantages to
be obtained by coolie labor, spread rapidly through South America,
Australia, and other parts of the world.

[Sidenote: HOW THE TRADE WAS CONDUCTED.]

The trade increased with wonderful rapidity. Rumors went about in
China that the coolies were taken to the other side of the world,
and were murdered as soon as their labor contract was ended. In
consequence of this rumor it was difficult to obtain men voluntarily,
and the dealers were obliged to buy or steal men. A system very much
like the African slave trade, with a few additional horrors, speedily
grew up.

The Portuguese and Spanish traders at Macao established slave pens,
like those in Africa, and bought men and women just as they might buy
cattle. Bands of robbers went into the country, seized the men at work
or at their houses, bound and forced them into boats, took them to
Macao, and sold them. Robbers infested the mountains, stealing men in
preference to anything else. Sometimes fathers and mothers sold their
sons, and sometimes an enterprising youth brought his able-bodied
father to market, sold him to a trader, and went home with a fortune
of ten dollars in his pocket.

The price varied from five to ten dollars a head. Sometimes there was
a scarcity in the market, and prices advanced; and then again would
come a “bear” movement; large quantities would be offered, and prices
went down.

Chinese junks, known as lorchas, were sent up the bays and rivers to
bring away the marketable inhabitants of the rural districts. From
Macao the traffic was carried to other ports, so that five years after
the first voyage of the Don Pedro, vessels were waiting for cargoes of
coolies at half a dozen ports.

A writer on China says, that about this time “the coolie trade caused
a civil war in some of the provinces, just as the slave trade causes
a constant warfare between various tribes in Africa.” During the
most prosperous years of the coolie trade the mandarins and village
chiefs used to connive at the robberies, and sometimes they sent their
personal attendants to assist in the capture of citizens of their own
town.

If they had a spite against any one, or considered that he ought to be
out of the way, they combined business with pleasure by assisting to
sell men to the coolie traders.

In 1854 the extensive traffic and the cruelties practised came to the
ears of various governments; one after another the civilized ones
forbade their ships to engage in it, and from that time the business
declined, though it by no means entirely died out. The wholesale
capture and sale of men have been greatly restricted, and at the
present time the traffic is confined to Macao, where prisoners taken
in the civil war are sold, and where certain captives taken by the
lorchas find a market.

One mode of obtaining men is by coaxing them into gambling-houses, and
inducing them to play for money until they have lost an amount beyond
that they have about them. They are then required to sign bonds which
hold them as securities for their debts. With these bonds they can be
turned over to a coolie-trader, who has a depot or private jail of his
own, where he locks up his human securities. When a sufficient number
is accumulated, the men are sold to the exporters.

[Sidenote: NUMBER OF COOLIES STOLEN.]

From 1847 to 1870, the number of coolies or forced laborers taken from
China to Cuba was one hundred and thirty thousand, to Peru two hundred
thousand, and to Australia, Java, and other parts of the Indian Ocean,
about fifty thousand. These do not include voluntary emigrants, nor
any of the coolies taken to India or the Sandwich Islands; neither
does it include a good many ship-loads known to have been sent away,
but of which no record exists. Together not less than half a million
coolies—and some persons, familiar with Chinese affairs, say nearly
a million—have been taken away by this Asiatic slave trade. The men
are bound by contracts to a service of eight years, the contract
stipulating that at the end of that time they are free to return
to their homes, that they shall receive a certain amount of money,
and their return passage shall be paid; but such are the cruelties
practised in Peru, Cuba, and other countries, that not one man in five
hundred ever returns to China.

The treatment of the coolies on shipboard is quite as severe as that
of African slaves. They are crowded densely together. Frequently they
are chained or loaded with irons, and the food and water which they
receive are in very small quantities. Hundreds of them die on the
voyage, and hundreds and thousands more live but a short time after
arriving at their destination, especially at the Chincha Islands,
where they are, or were until quite recently, made to perform tasks
which speedily drove them to despair. They were cruelly whipped, and
to escape their tortures thousands put an end to their lives. Many
committed suicide by jumping into the sea. One day in 1856, three
hundred and forty-two coolies committed suicide in this manner. Two
hundred of them walked into the sea together, and were drowned. It
can be readily understood that the treatment they received was of the
severest character, to drive them to kill themselves.

[Sidenote: MUTINIES ON COOLIE SHIPS.]

Several coolie ships were never heard from after their departure from
China for Peru. Sometimes it happened that the coolies mutinied; and
when defeated in the attempt to take possession of the vessel, the
entire party jumped overboard, and were drowned in the sea.

In several instances the attempted mutiny was successful, and the
vessels were burned, sunk, or abandoned, at some of the islands.

In 1857 a cargo of coolies murdered the officers and crew of the ship,
and then drifted helplessly about the ocean until two thirds of them
were dead through starvation, and the remainder were scarcely alive.
The vessel was stranded on a sand-bar, near one of the Fiji Islands.
Another ship was captured by the coolies and carried southward, where
she went ashore on one of the islands, and all that remained alive
on board at the time of her destruction were eaten up by cannibals.
Horrible stories are told of the fights between the coolies and crews
of ships. In case of a mutiny both sides fight with desperation,
as they know it is a matter of life and death. If the coolies are
overpowered they are killed or commit suicide. If the officers and
crew are overpowered, they are killed, and their bodies thrown into
the sea.

[Sidenote: HUMAN MINCE MEAT.]

In one instance the bodies of officers and crew of a coolie ship were
literally cut into mince meat before being thrown overboard. One of
the survivors afterwards stated that there was not a piece of any one
of the murdered persons that weighed more than two or three pounds,
when the mutiny was ended.

[Illustration : COOLIES PLANNING A MUTINY.]

[Illustration : MUTINY ON THE LOWER DECK.]

On one occasion a ship sailed from Macao, and had made nearly two
thirds of the voyage to the Chincha Islands when a mutiny occurred.
The fight was long and severe. A part of the crew were surprised and
killed on deck, the remainder were below and suffered great torture
for several hours. The coolies obtained complete possession of the
ship, and one by one the prisoners below were brought up and murdered.

When this work was ended the men turned the ship’s head to China, and
for days drifted in a helpless sort of way, knowing nothing about
navigation, and allowing the sails to be blown to pieces, and the ship
rendered helpless.

After nearly two months floating about, they finally arrived in one of
the ports of Japan. On the voyage they had several times quarrelled
among themselves, and their quarrels had led to bloodshed, in which
many of their number were killed. The survivors were arrested and
taken to prison by the Japanese. They were finally sent back to China,
to be dealt with by their own authorities. Some of them were executed,
and others were imprisoned for various periods.




XXXVIII.

AVONDALE.

     THE GREAT CALAMITY IN PENNSYLVANIA.—ITS CAUSE.—DISCOVERY OF
     THE FIRE.—SCENES AT THE MOUTH OF THE MINE.—BURNING OF THE
     BREAKER.—DESCRIPTION OF THE FIRE.—EFFORTS FOR RESCUE.—THE DOG AND
     LAMP.—DESCENT OF THE SHAFT.—WHAT THE EXPLORERS SAW.—DISCOVERY
     OF THE BODIES.—AFFLICTION OF FATHER AND SON.—BRINGING OUT
     BODIES.—BURIAL OF THE DEAD.


In a former chapter a brief allusion was made to the terrible disaster
at Avondale, Penn., where nearly three hundred lives were lost. Public
attention was everywhere called to the disaster at the time of its
occurrence; the daily and weekly journals were filled with details of
the incidents at Avondale, and the illustrated papers vied with each
other in giving pictorial representations of the horrifying scenes.
To many readers the accounts of the time are doubtless still fresh in
memory, and will remain so for years to come.

Avondale, the scene of the catastrophe, is about four miles from
Wilkes Barre, and the same distance from Plymouth, and is situated on
the right bank of the Susquehanna, in Luzerne County. Near Avondale
the scenery for some distance is quite pleasing to the eye, and has
often been praised by tourists. At the time of its occurrence the
accident was called “The Unparalleled Disaster,” and very properly so,
for never before and never since has it seen its equal in the United
States.

[Sidenote: DISCOVERY OF THE FIRE.]

The fire broke out on the morning of Monday, the 6th day of September,
1869. It was thought by many persons that the fire was the work of an
incendiary, and to this day there are some who adhere to this theory,
although no evidence was ever obtained to warrant such a belief.
The idea rose from the fact that, for nearly two months before the
disaster, the miners had been on a strike for an increase of wages,
which their employers had refused to grant, and the men were compelled
to give up the contest in consequence of the exhaustion of their
funds. It was on the first morning of the resumption of work inside
the mine that the fire broke out, and at a time when nearly three
hundred men and boys were at work.

The Avondale Mining Works were built in 1867, and at the time of their
destruction yielded a supply of about four hundred and fifty tons of
coal daily. The mouth of the mine is two hundred feet up the side of
a mountain, and over it was erected a large building, known in mining
parlance as the “breaker.” Here were also the engine-rooms, and the
machinery for breaking and screening coal as it comes up from the
mine. Above this entrance the ground rises at an angle of forty-five
degrees, the town of Plymouth lying to the north. From this point
there is a charming view of the valley of the Wyoming. On both sides
of the mine are mountains, which stretch far away to the north and
south, while meadows and gardens <DW72> gently to the edge of the
river, which meanders through the valley.

About eight o’clock on the morning of the disaster, some boys, working
in a field near the breaker, observed a bluish vapor rising, but paid
no attention to it, knowing that the miners had resumed work. An hour
or so later the keeper of the stables in the mine took a quantity of
hay for his mules down the shaft, and on his way nothing attracted his
attention; but as soon as he reached the bottom he discovered fire. He
at once gave an alarm; and at the instant his cry was heard, a column
of flames shot with terrific fury up the ventilator and into the
engine-room. So great was the heat, that, before the engine-man could
reverse or stop the engine, he was driven from his post, and in a very
short time the breaker and out-buildings were a mass of flames. The
hoisting apparatus, the only avenue for the escape of the miners, was
completely destroyed, while there were two hundred and fifty persons
below. The only way to get air into the shaft was through the main
opening,—in fact, the only opening,—and this was found to be partly
filled with burning timbers and _débris_. Before the flames could be
stopped the shaft was partly filled up, and all communication with the
miners was cut off.

Immediately after the fire broke out there was the greatest excitement
around the entrance to the mine. For a time everybody appeared to have
lost his reason, and men were rushing to and fro, not knowing what to
do. But this state of things did not last long, and confusion speedily
gave place to order, or at any rate as much of it as could be expected
at such an occurrence. Despatches were sent to different places, and
soon the fire departments of Scranton, Wilkes Barre, Kingston, and
other cities were on their way to the scene of the conflagration,
where, it is needless to say, they did good service, and were gladly
welcomed. In a few hours thousands of people were journeying to the
Avondale mine, some as sight-seers, and others to render what aid they
could to the poor fellows known to be below. The neighboring mines
suspended operations, and master and men joined heartily in the work
of rescue. When the fire department arrived, it was thought impossible
for the men below to be alive, as they were supposed to have been
suffocated; yet there was a hope of their reaching some retreat in the
inner chambers of the mine, and it was determined to lose no time in
attempting a rescue of the miners at all hazards.

[Sidenote: THE FIRE IN THE SHAFT.]

The shaft, which was lined with wood, was ten feet by sixteen feet
square, and about three hundred and fifty feet deep. A partition
extended from the top to the bottom, forming a flue for the foul air
to pass out of the mine. It was up this wooden box or chimney that the
fire first came, and, as it was separated from the main shaft, the
stable-man could not discover the fire on his way down.

In order to purify the air in a coal mine like the one at Avondale,
it is necessary to force out the foul vapor; and, in addition to the
fans used, it is customary to build fires at the bottom of the shaft,
in order to get rid of the “damp.” When the mine is in operation these
fires are never allowed to go out. When work is resumed after a
suspension, care is necessary in kindling the fire. As before stated,
there had been a strike among the miners, and work entirely suspended
at the mine. The fire at the bottom of the shaft had gone out, and
when work was resumed, it had to be rekindled. When it was relighted,
the blaze flashed up before any coal had been placed upon the wood.
It was supposed that the wooden lining of the shaft caught from the
blaze, although there were several feet of brick-work at the bottom.
With a strong current of air, the flame immediately rushed up into
the engine-room, setting fire to everything combustible in its way.
The appearance of the fire, to one who could forget the peril of the
men in the mine, was grand in the extreme. When it was at its height,
the flames rose a hundred feet and higher. They were swayed by the
wind, and could be seen now at an angle of forty-five degrees, and
then almost perpendicular, while dense clouds of smoke rose and filled
the air. As the day drew to its close, the excitement of the scene
increased. For many miles up and down the beautiful valley the glare
of a thousand lights was visible. The vast quantities of coal that had
caught fire in the breaker were covered with sheets of  flame,
and occasional flashes added to the glare that lighted up the valley.

[Sidenote: A TERRIBLE SCENE.]

While preparations for entering the mine were in progress, hundreds
of eyes were in tears, and the air was filled with the shrieks and
sobs of those whose relatives and friends were below. As soon as the
firemen could get to work, they began operations by sending a stream
of water down the burning shaft in order to extinguish the fire; but
for a long time the flames seemed to defy their efforts, and it soon
became evident that the water supply was a very meagre one. It was
also found very difficult for the firemen to work, as the location
was upon a steep hill-side. In a few hours after the outbreak the
shaft was completely choked up, for a distance of forty feet, with
rubbish. Most of the day was taken up in endeavoring to clear away the
_débris_, so that the engines might be used.

While all this preparatory work was going on, the throng of miners and
workmen increased, and the hill was crowded with people. Meetings were
organized for various purposes, and at one of them fifty experienced
men were selected to enter the mine as soon as it was practicable to
go there. Among these men three were owners and superintendents of
adjacent mines; they volunteered their services, and were ready to
die, if necessary, in the effort to rescue their fellow-miners, and
subsequently some of them barely escaped death.

[Sidenote: THE DOG AND LAMP.]

About half past five P. M., most of the timber and rubbish had been
cleared away, and a dog and lamp were sent down the shaft to test
the condition of the air. The cage was lowered as far as possible.
When it came back the dog was alive, and the lamp was still burning.
At half past six a man went down in a bucket, and returned in about
seven minutes. He was able to breathe, but could not get beyond the
obstructions. Soon after his return two men went down with tools, and,
after clearing away the obstructions, they returned safely. While they
were down they went through a gangway sixty or seventy yards, and came
upon three dead mules lying near the stables. Then they came to a door
which led into the mine, and, although they shouted and struck upon it
repeatedly, they obtained no reply, and there were no indications that
any of the imprisoned men were alive. Clouds of sulphurous gas were
pouring out of the mine; so the men retreated.

Again another party descended to make explorations, but they were
obliged to retreat, owing to the foul air and “black damp,” and by
the time they reached the top they were partially overcome. An engine
was then rigged for the purpose of driving a fan at the mouth of the
shaft, so as to force in air through a canvas hose, as the “choke
damp” was found to be three or four feet deep at the bottom of the
mine. One gang of men from the Scranton mines also suggested that an
attempt should be made to drive a gangway from a neighboring mine into
the Avondale; but it was found that it would take too long to cut
through the solid rock, and the suggestion was not carried out.

[Sidenote: SEARCHING FOR THE IMPRISONED MEN.]

After the engine had been put at work forcing air down the shaft,
another party descended into the mine. They penetrated through the
gas about seventy-five feet, and found the large door leading into
the mine open. They went for some distance farther, and in one of the
passages found a small door closed. They reported that, had the door
been open, there might have been some hopes for the men, as the gas,
and fire, and smoke would have had a free passage around the circuit
and out again. Owing to the presence of a large quantity of gas and
sulphur, the explorers had to retire, and were more or less affected
by it, one of the men being overcome and almost insensible for some
time after coming out of the mine.

After a consultation, a fresh party of volunteers were sent down,
and when they came back they stated that they had made an important
discovery. They said all efforts had been made to extinguish the fire
in the shaft and send in air, it being thought that the fire in the
furnace had been drawn out by the miners on the first alarm. It was
found, however, that the furnace was full of coal and burning, and
that a pile of coal had just caught fire and was blazing. Consequently
the air sent down the shaft had not only swept over this fiery
surface, but must have carried the gas and smoke to the inner recesses
of the mine, and caused the death of every one of the unfortunates. A
change of operations was to be considered, and all hope of getting to
the men that night was abandoned.

During the night efforts were made to extinguish the fire in the
furnace and beyond it, as nothing could be accomplished until this
was done. A hose was let down the shaft, and four men descended. They
were gone about twenty minutes without being heard from, and there was
considerable anxiety for their safety. At last they gave a signal, and
were brought up. They could not fix the hose, owing to the foul air,
but reported that the fire appeared to be dying out.

The next day another party went down, although those outside had
given up all hope of seeing any of the miners alive. On the return
of the explorers, they reported the air to be less foul, and they
had arranged the hose so as to throw the water against the roof at a
great pressure, and allow it to fall on the furnace. Another visit was
shortly made. The fire, though still burning, was much less, and the
hose was hoisted so as to get at the flames. The heat at this time
was very great, and the explorers were much fatigued, and had to be
brought up, one of them being insensible.

On the next journey the fire had still decreased, and while the party
were down the cracking of the roof of the tunnel was heard, and part
of it fell from the effects of the cooling water. The noise of the
falling roof was heard outside, and the party were loudly cheered as
they came up the shaft safe.

Throughout the second day efforts were made to get at the bodies of
the men, but this was found impossible until the fire and foul air
could be controlled, as the men could not remain down the shaft for
any length of time. At midnight of the second day a party went down
to throw more water on the fire, and reported that in a few hours all
would be safe for entering the mine.

At two o’clock on the third morning the atmosphere was found greatly
improved, and the fire nearly extinguished. The party who went down
this time succeeded in getting to the stables, and there came upon the
first two bodies of those known to be below. When light was procured,
the bodies were unrecognizable, their features being blackened and
distorted. One body was evidently that of a middle-aged man, and the
other of a young man about eighteen. The explorers were brought up the
shaft, and made known their discovery.

[Sidenote: FINDING THE FIRST BODIES.]

At once preparations were made for sending down gangs of men, four in
each gang, for the purpose of bringing up the dead as fast as they
were found. At half past six A. M., four hours after the discovery of
the bodies at the stables, a gang of men went down, and remained about
half an hour. This proved the successful visit, so far as finding the
bodies of the dead miners was concerned. Nearly the entire number
of men were found to have fled to the east side of the plane. As
this gang came up, and reported the finding of the bodies, another
party went down, but were hindered in getting at the bodies by a car
packed around with coal, culm, and clothing, and when this was removed
another obstruction appeared.

[Sidenote: HOW THE DEAD MEN LAY.]

One man was found lying upon the outside, where he had been assisting
to build the wall. The wall was completed, save a small aperture
sufficient to admit a person. Apparently the man had just finished his
work, and was crawling back to his companions, when death overtook
him. The majority of the miners were found piled one upon another.

The first body brought out caused great excitement among those whose
relatives and friends were below. The countenance wore a placid look,
and was not much disfigured. The left eye was partly open, and the
arms and legs were slightly burned.

The next body had both eyes open, and the head turned aside. The next
was that of a boy, who had gone down the mine on the morning of the
fire for the first time. Then came the body of a man who had evidently
suffered extreme agony, judging from his countenance. His hands were
firmly clinched, and in one he tightly grasped a pick. Another body
appeared to have suffered great pain. Two boys had clasped their arms
about this body, and the three proved to be father and sons. Another
man was found in a kneeling posture, as if his dying moments were
devoted to prayer.

Some of the men in the fresh gangs lost their way on several
occasions, and so a barrel of lime was sent down to make a direct path
to what may be called the dead-house.

About four hundred yards from where the most of the miners were
discovered, a body was found by itself. It was resting upon the face,
and had apparently been thrown upon the ground. At a little distance
was another body in a similar position, and this, too, had been thrown
to or had fallen upon the ground.

[Sidenote: GRIEF OF THE SURVIVORS.]

In less than two hours over sixty bodies had been taken out of the
mine. As they were brought up the grief was intense and heart-rending.
Almost to the last moment wives, children, and relatives hoped against
hope; but as the bodies were one by one sent up the shaft, the hopes
died away. All around the sobs and moans of mothers and wives broke at
intervals into piercing shrieks and wails of agony as the bodies were
recognized. Many of the men were overcome with grief as they saw the
remains of their comrades, and tears trickled down their cheeks from
eyes unused to tears. Children too young to know their bereavement
clung in mute astonishment to the sides of their weeping mothers,
and shrank from the blackened corpses in which they were unable to
recognize the fathers who kissed them farewell on the morning of the
fatal day.

[Illustration: REMOVING BODIES FROM THE MINE AT AVONDALE,
PENNSYLVANIA, SEPTEMBER, 1869.]

The men who brought out the bodies described the scene in the mine as
best they could through their mingled grief and horror. Fathers and
sons, they said, lay clasped in each other’s arms. Some of the dead
were kneeling; some were sitting hand in hand, as if they had vowed to
live and die together; some lay on the ground, as if they had fallen
while fleeing; and others lay as if pressing their faces into the
earth in the hope of extracting from it a breath of pure air. Near
the embankments were the picks and shovels that had been used to lay
up the works that should exclude the foul air. In one chamber every
man had stripped off his clothing to use it in stopping the crevices
of the embankments, and one man was in the attitude of pushing his
coat into a crevice. Apparently while he was so employed the foul gas
rushed in and overcame him.

[Sidenote: NEW LAW ABOUT MINES.]

Most of the dead were buried on a knoll overlooking the Wyoming
Valley. The funeral was attended by many hundreds of people, and
was probably one of the most impressive funerals ever seen in the
United States. Public subscriptions were opened in all parts of the
country, and the people everywhere responded liberally to the appeal
for aid. The legislature of Pennsylvania passed a law forbidding the
exploitation of mines beyond a certain depth and capacity with but
one shaft, and a similar law was enacted in other states. Never
has public attention in America been so completely drawn towards a
mining accident as in this instance. Good has come out of the terrible
disaster, and it is to be earnestly hoped that more good will follow.

The terrible calamity at Avondale will be long remembered, not only in
Pennsylvania, but throughout the United States. Every few months an
accident at some one of the coal or other mines causes the interest in
Avondale to be awakened; but happily there has been no accident at all
approaching it in loss of life.




XXXIX.

IRON AND IRON MINES.

     IRON AND ITS VALUE.—ITS ABUNDANCE, AND WHERE IT IS FOUND.—A
     MOUNTAIN OF IRON.—IRON MOUNTAIN AND PILOT KNOB.—THE AUTHOR’S
     VISIT.—CHASED BY GUERRILLAS.—A NARROW ESCAPE.—THE ANTIQUITY OF
     IRON.—ITS VALUE IN MANIPULATION.—IRON AS MONEY.—INCONVENIENCE OF
     USING IT.—FIRST IRON WORKS IN AMERICA.—DIFFERENCE BETWEEN IRON AND
     OTHER MINES.—DIRECT AND REVERSE WORKINGS.—A PICTURESQUE SCENE.


Of all the metals, iron is the most useful, and is found in great
abundance in many parts of the globe. England, Sweden, and Russia are
the most famous countries of the old world for the production of iron,
and in the new world, North America has an inexhaustible supply. Along
the Atlantic coast, from the New England States to the Carolinas and
Georgia, there are numerous deposits of iron. On the west side of the
Alleghanies there is an abundant supply. The great centre of the iron
mines of that region is at Pittsburg. As we go farther west, we find
most of the states are rich in this mineral, and in Missouri there
is a mountain composed almost entirely of iron. The Iron Mountain of
Missouri is of itself a great curiosity.

[Sidenote: A MOUNTAIN OF IRON.]

It is situated in Washington County, and is easily reached by railway
from St. Louis. Properly speaking, it is not a mountain, but a hill.
Its elevation above the valleys around it is less than four hundred
feet. It is a low cone, with gently-sloping sides, and covered with
a forest of oak trees. The soil where these trees grow consists of
peroxide of iron, some of it being pulverized, and some of it in
small lumps. On the sides of the mountain there are loose lumps of
ore scattered about, and before the workings began there were large
masses of iron on and near the summit, some of them weighing many
tons. Though the character of the mountain has been known for many
years, no attempt was made to work this immense mass of ore until 1845.

A cutting was made in one side of the mountain, and the ore was found
to be of excellent quality. In the valleys surrounding the mountain
there is an abundance of ore, and for all practical purposes the iron
mines of Missouri are inexhaustible. The ore contains nearly seventy
per cent. of iron, though its yield, owing to the manner of working,
rarely exceeds sixty per cent. About six miles south of Iron Mountain
is Pilot Knob, which covers an area of three hundred and sixty acres,
and is nearly six hundred feet high. It contains great quantities of
iron, but is not as rich proportionally as the mountain which bears
the name of the metal.

About two thirds the way up the side of Pilot Knob, there is one bed
of ore about twenty feet thick, and estimated to cover more than fifty
acres. Other mountains of the same character are in the vicinity,
and all that is required to make the Missouri iron mines the best in
the world is the discovery of a mountain or two of coal suitable for
reducing the ore and refining the metal.

Iron is applied to a greater number of purposes, and consumed in
larger quantities, than all other metals combined. There is no other
metal which increases so much in value by the process of manipulation
as this. A bar of iron worth five dollars is worth ten dollars when
made into horse-shoes, fifty-five dollars when made into needles, four
thousand dollars when made into penknife blades, and two hundred and
fifty thousand dollars when made into balance springs of watches. In
the form of wrought iron it is soft when heated. It can be hammered
into any desired shape, rolled into plates, or drawn into fine wire.
Plates can be rolled no thicker than a sheet of letter paper. The
wires can be drawn so small as to be almost invisible to the naked
eye. Combined with a certain quantity of carbon, it can be melted and
cast into any desired shape, and with another proportion of carbon,
it takes the form of steel. As before stated, it enters in a thousand
ways into our daily life, and if all the iron in the world were
destroyed, mankind would suffer greatly.

[Sidenote: IRON AS MONEY.]

The antiquity of iron is not exactly known, but it is supposed that
the metal has been in use more than four thousand years. The catacombs
of Thebes and the tombs around Memphis, some of them more than four
thousand years old, represent butchers sharpening their knives on
round bars of metal, and the color of the knife and metal indicates
that they were of iron or steel. Homer has alluded to iron in the
poems which have descended from him to us. History tells us that the
Spartans were required to use this metal as money; probably it was
more valuable at that day than now. If our money were made of iron it
would be rather a serious matter for a man to carry cash enough about
him to make himself comfortable for twenty-four hours. Imagine a New
Yorker, starting on a journey where there were no banks, and he were
required to carry a thousand dollars or so in coin. He would need a
pair of horses to transport enough for buying his railway ticket to
Washington, and for handling the loose change required on the road, he
would need the assistance of half a dozen porters.

During the first seven centuries of the Christian era, the manufacture
of iron attracted little attention. In the early part of the eighth
century, mines were opened in the south of Europe, and from there,
in the ninth and tenth centuries, the manufacture of iron spread
northward. Improvements in the process of manufacture were steady,
but slow. Small furnaces were made by which cast iron was produced,
and after them came the invention of the blast furnace, which is
said to have occurred about the middle of the sixteenth century.
Other improvements were made in the following centuries, and in the
eighteenth century a blast was forced into the furnace by means of
a steam engine. Up to 1827 the blast was cold; but in that year a
Scotch inventor patented a system by which hot air was thrown into
the furnace, instead of cold. The invention was regarded of so much
importance that the patentee obtained damages of nearly a million of
dollars from a single company that had infringed upon his rights.

[Sidenote: IRON MINING IN AMERICA.]

Iron mining in America belongs almost entirely to the present century.
The existence of the ore was known before that time, but very little
use was made of it. A History of Virginia says that the settlers of
that colony started an iron work on the banks of the James River in
the year 1622, but before anything was done, the people were killed
by the Indians, and the works were abandoned for more than a hundred
years. A few forges and furnaces were set up in various parts of New
England, one of them as early as 1702.

In 1717 iron was exported from Pennsylvania to England; and a few
years later an act of Parliament prevented the erection of rolling or
splitting mills in the American colonies. The greatest improvement
in the manufacture of iron, in America, is in the use of anthracite
coal. Previous to 1820, iron was reduced by means of charcoal. About
that year anthracite coal was tried, and found to be available; and
as soon as it came into general use the business of iron manufacture
progressed rapidly.

The working of an iron mine is very much like working a mine of any
other character. There are shafts, and tunnels, and levels, just as in
a coal mine. The ore must be raised, and the men lowered and raised,
just as in any other mine. There are, however, more open worked mines
of iron than of coal, for the reason that the veins of iron are
generally found nearer the surface than the veins of the combustible
mineral. In the Iron Mountain of Missouri, which has already been
described, there is no necessity for shafts and levels, for the reason
that the mountain is a mass of ore, and the only working necessary
is to remove it in an open cutting, just as a bank of earth might be
removed in making a passage for a railway.

The only visit I ever made to the Iron Mountain and Pilot Knob
region was during the war, when work at the blast furnaces had been
suspended. A small party of us climbed to the summit of Pilot Knob,
and it was not a great climb, after all. We found that the mine
consisted entirely of open cuttings. The ore was drawn away from the
cuttings by means of small cars, running upon a track. As the cuttings
were partly up the side of the mountain, the loaded cars had a
downward grade, so that no power was required to move them. Considered
as mines with picturesque cuttings and underground scenes, they were a
total failure.

[Sidenote: CHASED BY GUERRILLAS.]

We looked around among them, and found nothing which we could call
sensational. While we were lamenting the absence of something
interesting, a small party of guerrillas made their appearance in the
valley below. They were armed, and we were not, and they were more
numerous than ourselves. They moved straight in our direction, and
we began to think that the place might be sensational, after all.
We scattered among the oak trees, and disappeared as much as it was
possible for us to disappear. The guerrillas evidently concluded
that we were not worth attacking,—and they were entirely right in
this conclusion,—for they changed their course, and rode away. We
immediately abandoned our researches among the iron works, and
returned to the railway station, which we considered a much safer
place.

[Illustration: INTERIOR OF AN IRON MINE.]

In many metallic mines the operations are not conducted exactly like
those of coal mines, for the reason that the position of the veins
and beds is frequently quite different. Some of the metal lodes are
sometimes perpendicular, and generally have a high inclination to the
horizon. In such cases, the system of working is by means of steps.
Sometimes these steps are _direct_, or descending, and are made by
attacking the ore from above. In other cases the steps are _reverse_,
or ascending, and the ore is attacked from below. In either case the
excavations are like steps of stairs. The direct system is not in
use in coal mines, because the miner would be obliged to stand upon
the coal which he had disengaged; but it is frequently adopted in
obtaining metallic ores, which have to be pulverized and dressed to
make them fit for the furnace.

Where the metallic ores are in very rich lodes, or thick masses,
they are worked by a system of large chambers, or extensive
excavations. In this system great chambers are hollowed under the
earth and around the masses of valuable ore. In the copper mine
of Lake Superior, and in some of the Nevada mines, this system is
frequently employed, and sometimes the uncovering of a large mass will
require considerable time.

The methods and apparatus used in the underground beds and levels of
coal are equally applicable to iron and all other ores. The railway
wagons and horses are the same in the levels and galleries of all
kinds of mines. The workings are conducted upon the same principle;
the ventilation is afforded by the same means, and the surveys are
accomplished in one case the same as in the other. The arrangements of
the shafts are very much the same, and the buildings at the surface
have a family likeness. There is, however, more animation usually
about coal than about metal mines, for the reason that very few metal
mines furnish in the course of a month as much weight of material as
some coal mines do in a single day.

[Sidenote: DIFFERENCE BETWEEN IRON AND OTHER MINES.]

In metallic mines the work is generally harder than in coal mines,
and a great deal of blasting work is required. The drills, hammers,
and other tools used are like those used elsewhere, and sometimes
the groups at work are very picturesque. Imagine three men stripped
to the waist, one of them holding a drill and the others striking at
alternate and regular intervals with large hammers. A single lamp
burns near them, and makes a curious effect of light and shade. The
perspiring skins of the men glisten beneath the rays, and as they
swing their arms back and forth to wield the heavy hammers, they have
an appearance not altogether human. A novice in mining, when taken to
the locality where these men are at work, might easily be persuaded
that he was looking at a group of gnomes and wizards engaged in some
diabolical business.

[Sidenote: REFRACTORY ORES.]

In the production of iron it is generally found less expensive to
transport the ore to the coal than to transport the coal to the ore.
Most of the ores are carried to points where coal can be obtained
at a cheap rate; and where coal mines and iron mines are found close
together, the production of iron will be most profitable. For example,
the ores that are obtained in Oneida County, New York, are transported
to the anthracite regions of Pennsylvania, to be smelted in the great
furnaces at Scranton, and the canal boats that carry the ore bring
back coal for the furnaces near the mines. The reduction of iron ore
is much more difficult, in most cases, than the work of obtaining
the material from the earth. Sometimes the ore is of such a peculiar
character that it will only yield to the hottest fires, and frequently
the furnaces are run at considerable loss.




XL.

EXILES IN SIBERIA.

     TOILING IN A SIBERIAN MINE.—A DARING ESCAPE.—HOW IT WAS
     PLANNED.—TUNNELLING TO LIBERTY.—DISARMING GUARDS.—WORKING IN THE
     DARK AND WITHOUT FRESH AIR.—A MURDEROUS ATTEMPT.—CUSTOMS OF THE
     SIBERIAN PEASANTRY.—CARE FOR THE EXILE.—A SURPRISE.—A NARROW
     ESCAPE FROM DEATH.—LIVING IN A MOUNTAIN GLEN.—HUNTING IN THE ALTAI
     MOUNTAINS.—KILLED BY AN ARGAL.—SEPARATION AND DEPARTURE.—HOW TO
     OBTAIN PASSPORTS.—SAFE ARRIVAL AT HOME.


One of the mining regions of Siberia is in the valley of the Yenesei
River, and along some of its upper tributaries. The Birusa River is
one of these tributaries, and many an exile has been sent there in
times past, to work out the sentence allotted him. Most of the mines
are known as surface washings, like the gulch mines of California, but
some of the more extensive are conducted on the tunnelling principle.
Tunnels are driven into the hill-sides where it is thought gold
can be found, and the earth is then brought out and washed in the
river. In one of these mines some years ago, there was a daring and
successful attempt to escape, which was described as below by one of
the participants.

“Occasionally the earth in the tunnels used to fall, in consequence of
not being properly secured; but the quantity was rarely very large,
and the result was not serious except in two or three instances.
We were driving a tunnel in one of the small hills on the banks of
the Birusa, and, as the soil was of a loose character, the falls of
earth were quite frequent. The men worked in gangs of ten or twelve,
under the charge of an armed overseer; and as each man was in chains,
and the mouth of the tunnel was carefully guarded, there was no
expectation of an attempt at revolt. There were some criminals among
us, but the most of the laborers were unfortunate Poles, who had been
sent to Siberia because they wanted their own country to be free, and
had endeavored to secure her freedom. I was among the latter, and had
been more than a year in the mines when the incident I am about to
relate occurred. Not a day had passed, during my imprisonment, when I
was not meditating some plan of escape.

[Sidenote: DARING PLAN FOR ESCAPE.]

“At last I hit upon something which I considered feasible, and
mentioned it to one of my companions. He agreed to it, and we
gradually broached it to the rest of the men in our gang. Some of them
hesitated at first, but they soon entered into it, and we made our
arrangements.

“The hill was small, and I had discovered a sort of ravine or valley
running along and into one side. I understood surveying pretty well,
and calculated that the tunnel at one point was not more than twenty
feet from this ravine. The prison where we were kept when not working
was some distance from the hill, and the guards were so placed, that
if we could get from the tunnel into this ravine, we could escape. My
plan was to have a fall of earth in the tunnel near the entrance, and
to dig a passage into the ravine while the dirt was being removed from
the place where it had fallen. I took a lesson from ground squirrels
and other burrowing animals, and intended to fill the tunnel with the
dirt we removed, so as to keep our pursuers, or rather our rescuers,
busy as long as possible. We managed to secrete an extra lot of
candles, and also to conceal two days’ supply of provisions. We then
communicated our plans to the gang that relieved us at sunset, and
they agreed to join us.

“On the evening fixed for our attempt, the relief gang was marched
into the tunnel, and we were ordered to quit work. At a given signal
we seized and disarmed our guards, and then bound them securely,
putting gags in their mouths to prevent their giving any alarm. I then
went to the place I had selected for the fall of earth, and pulled
away the wooden supports. Down came the earth in such quantity as
to block up the entrance, and cut us off completely from the outer
world. There we were enclosed in the tunnel, with many tons of gravel
to be taken away before we could get out.

“We knew that we should soon be missed; in fact, it was more than
probable that the guards at the mouth of the tunnel would hear the
noise of the fall, and give the alarm at once. Of course it would
be believed that the occurrence was purely accidental, and that we
would set at work at our end of the heap to make our way out. I had
carefully noted the spot where I intended to begin _my_ tunnel, which
should lead us to the open air, and to freedom.

“Part of the men began digging at the place I indicated; others
carried the dirt, which was taken out, to the heap which formed our
barricade. Two or three men were kept at the barricade making a great
noise with pounding on the fallen timbers and pretending to shovel
away the dirt. Our object in doing this was twofold; first, to drown
the noise of our work on our new tunnel, and, secondly, to make it
appear that we were as anxious to get out, and were as diligent in our
efforts, as were those outside to help us. My calculations were, that
we could get outside in about eight hours, as the earth was not very
hard, and we were only making a narrow tunnel through which we could
just pass by stooping.

[Sidenote: CONFINED IN A HOT ATMOSPHERE.]

“The men worked with a will, for life and liberty were at stake.
We relieved each other every half hour, and never did men do more
active service. The perspiration rolled from us in streams, for the
air was hot and close, and I had not calculated in how short a time
the confined atmosphere of our cavern would become foul with our
breath, and with the heat of the candles. We extinguished all our
lights except those where the men were employed, and those who could
do nothing towards our enterprise sat in the gloom and were silent
for the most part. We talked in low tones, through fear of being
overheard by those who had been our guards, of our movements after
we should escape from our confinement. Gradually the men ceased to
speak, and some of them dropped their heads forward in sleep. As I had
planned the escape, I was looked upon as the leader. I had too much
responsibility upon me to allow me to sleep. I felt drowsy, however,
and seemed to be falling into a sort of stupor, like my comrades. I
knew that my feelings and theirs were caused by the heavy atmosphere,
and longed most anxiously to reach the open air.

“Eight hours had passed, and there were no signs of an end to our
labors. The candles were burning dim, and threatened to go out
speedily for want of oxygen to sustain them.

[Sidenote: SAVAGE PROPOSAL OF A CRIMINAL.]

“Two of our number were criminals, and not, like the rest of us,
political prisoners. One of the criminals proposed to kill our guards,
so that they could give no information about us; but we refused to
consider his proposition. He was a bloodthirsty wretch, who had been
exiled for attempting to kill a companion while in a dispute over a
glass of vodki. But he seemed so determined to murder the guards, that
we concluded he might prove treacherous to us, and so we watched him
closely. He tried by stealth to kill one of them, and I then thought
he deserved no more forbearance from us. We bound him hand and foot,
determining to take him with us a day or two, so that he could not
give information about us, and then leave him to take care of himself.

“Just as the candles were flickering, and we were almost suffocated
with the foul air, one of the men at work in the tunnel rushed
from his place, and said, half shouting, and at the same time half
whispering,—

“‘We’re through! We’re through!’

“I went forward, and sure enough, there was a small aperture through
which the dawning day was just visible. In a few moments the aperture
was enlarged so that a man’s body could pass to the outer air. The
cool, clear atmosphere was refreshing in the extreme, and the shock of
the change was so great that I almost fainted as I began to breathe
freely. Day was breaking, and no time was to be lost. We could hear
the men at work removing the fallen debris, and it was evident that
they had not yet discovered our plans, or suspected that we were
trying to escape. We had few preparations to make, and in five
minutes after the opening had been sufficiently enlarged, we crept
through it, and were out of our temporary tomb.

[Sidenote: OUT IN THE OPEN AIR.]

“We crouched close to the earth, as a part of the ravine was visible
from the prison, and there were fears that some of the guards might
discover us. We left our chains where we had thrown them off, in the
tunnel, and fresh strength seemed to be added to our limbs, as we
moved without restraint, and inhaled no longer the hot air of our
place of labor. The murderer endangered us by rising to his feet, and
standing at full length in an exposed part of our pathway. I was just
behind him, and carried one of the guns wrested from our guards. I
gave the scoundrel a punch with the bayonet, and quickly brought him
to the ground. I threatened to kill him on the spot, but he promised
good behavior in the future, and I allowed him to live.

“From the ravine we managed to get into a small forest, without, as we
thought, being seen by any one. In the forest we could walk erect, but
we had great fears of meeting some one of the soldiers who belonged
to the station, and might be astir to select wood for cutting. We
pushed along, and luckily encountered no one; and by the time the sun
was up, we were more than a mile from the place where we had dug our
way to freedom. We walked in silence, stopping now and then to look
around in all directions. We had nearly as much fear of meeting any
one as we had of being pursued, since an encounter with a soldier or
Cossack would give the alarm of our flight, and pursuit would then be
a question of only a few hours at farthest.

[Sidenote: KINDNESS OF SIBERIAN PEASANTS.]

“Two miles or more from the station, we reached the house of a
peasant, or rather the edge of the clearing where he was settled. We
dared not approach the house; but we knew that we should find means
to save the provisions we carried, as there was pretty sure to be
a turnip-patch in its vicinity, where we could help ourselves. The
Siberian peasants show great kindness to escaping exiles. They never
speak of them as exiles or prisoners, but as ‘_chasti ludi_,’ or
‘unfortunates.’ Frequently they put loaves of bread outside their
windows, in such position that they cannot be stolen by dogs, though
easily taken by men. A hungry fugitive can thus help himself without
fear of detection; and when the peasant rises in the morning, and
finds the bread gone, he crosses himself devoutly, and breathes a
prayer for the successful journey of the fugitive. ‘God will help
him,’ he says, ‘and speed him on to safety.’ Frequently they plant
patches of turnips at a little distance from their houses; and these
turnip-patches are specially consecrated to feeding the unfortunates.
And if no special field is set apart for his use, the exile knows that
he can help himself to whatever vegetables will satisfy his hunger,
and the owner will make no complaint.

“We found a small garden, where turnips and other vegetables were
growing, and we did not hesitate to take what we wanted. A man came
from the house, and I think he saw what was going on; but he pretended
the most perfect indifference, and walked back again. Only two of us
entered the garden; the rest remained in the edge of the forest, and
waited for the two to gather what was needed for all. After taking
a couple of turnips for each man, we moved away, and travelled in a
westerly direction a little distance from the valley of the river.
And now we began to debate about the best plan for our future action.
How should we travel? Should we separate? And, if so, into how many
parties? And what direction should we take? These were the questions
that troubled us.

“The Siberians have a proverb, ‘He who runs away has but one road;
he who pursues has ten.’ Several hours must elapse before our flight
would be discovered, and when it was known, it would take some time to
find where we had gone. But we were three thousand miles from Poland,
and all except the two Russian criminals spoke Russian so poorly that
we could not disguise ourselves effectually. All along this road there
were military posts and soldiers, and in the towns we should be likely
to pass there were the local police. Our number was so large that
it would excite suspicion at the very first station we passed; and
the probabilities were, that if we kept together, and attempted to
travel on the great road, we should all be retaken within three days.
Plainly, this was not our proper course.

“We held a consultation, and each man was told to advance his views.

[Sidenote: PLANS OF ACTION.]

“One plan which was offered was, that we should keep together, and
push southward into the Altai Mountains, trusting to subsist on fish
caught from the streams, and on whatever game we could kill with
our guns. The mountains are quite unsettled, and game is abundant;
so that the plan was a good one, so far as existence went, provided
we could make our ammunition hold out. But we had only ten charges
for each gun, and these would soon be exhausted. We might set traps,
and catch game in them; but this would involve delay, and render our
progress very slow. South of the Altai Mountains we should be out of
Russian territory, and among the wild Kirghese and Tartar tribes.
Among these we could travel westward till we reached the Caspian Sea.
Crossing that body of water, we should be in Circassia, and might
have reasonable hopes, if we reached it in safety, of ultimately
seeing our homes. But the way was long and dangerous; the Tartars are
treacherous, and might convert us into slaves, or sell us back into
Russian hands. After a brief debate it was decided not to adopt this
course.

“Another plan was to break into parties of two or four, and attempt to
travel by night, while lying concealed during the day. We had almost
resolved upon this, when I thought of a feasible scheme, which I
proposed. It met a ready concurrence, and was at once adopted.

“‘All roads will be watched,’ I said; ‘and if we break into parties,
and move on at once, some of us will be caught. Let us move south
into the mountains, and find a place where we can pass the winter. We
can trap game enough for our winter support, and can make a tolerable
shelter by piling up stones, and roofing them over with trees. We
will keep together till spring, and can find a secluded place where
we shall not be liable to be discovered. We have no passports, and
cannot travel without them; and my scheme includes an arrangement for
getting them. In the spring we will leave our hiding-place, and break
up into parties of three. Our beards will have grown out by that time,
so that we shall not be recognized as prisoners, and our hair will be
long enough to cut in the Russian style. Then we can go to the private
mines, and hire out as laborers during the summer, and by the end of
summer we shall be able to travel without much fear of detection. We
can pretend to having lost our passports, and the certificate of our
discharge from the mine where we were employed will be sufficient
for us until we get out of the province. After that we can get along
somehow; at all events we can stay a couple of years in the mines, and
then obtain papers that will carry us in comparative safety where we
want to go. It may take us two or three years to reach Poland, but we
shall certainly be better off than by running the risk of recapture.’

“When our plan was settled, we all knelt and prayed for success. We
observed the direction of the sun, and travelled towards the south,
keeping well away from the river valley, where we could see the only
settlements which the region contains. We made good speed that day,
and halted at night in a little glen surrounded by high rocks, and
affording an excellent place for concealment. From a small stream
near by we caught a few fish, and as each man had carefully preserved
the provisions brought from the station, and eaten nothing but the
two turnips obtained in the morning, we had no immediate fear of
starvation.

[Sidenote: CONTINUING THE JOURNEY.]

“Early in the morning we continued our journey. No incident of
importance occurred during the day, and at night we halted in a place
much like the one where we had last slept.

“On the third day we saw mountains in the distance, and knew that they
were some of the peaks of the outlying chain of the Altai range; but
they were a long distance away, and seemed to recede as we approached
them. We pressed forward as fast as possible, though some of us were
in danger of falling through exhaustion. Our feet were sore, as we
had long been unused to travel, and on the fourth night we concluded
to rest a day or two to gather strength. We dared not light a fire
through fear of discovery, and so we passed the cool hours between
sunset and sunrise closely huddled together, and shivering till our
teeth chattered with pain. We made rude beds of boughs, and slept
on them as best we could; but our sufferings were so severe that we
shuddered at thought of the winter that was coming, and more than once
several of us wished we were back again in prison. The day of our halt
was passed in sleep, two of our number being kept at watch, to warn us
of the approach of any one who might discover us.

[Sidenote: DISCOVERED BY A TRAVELLER.]

“Towards evening a man was seen approaching our retreat. The murderer
convict, whom I will call Egar, was on the watch at the time, and with
him was one of my compatriots. A low whistle from Egar warned us, and
we all sprang to our feet. I hoped the man would pass without seeing
us, and consequently we would not have occasion to harm him; but
fate willed it otherwise. He came directly towards our retreat: had
he stopped, and turned back, when within twenty feet, he might have
escaped, as we stood among the rocks in such a way that only a near
view would reveal us. As he passed the spot were Egar was crouching
behind a rock, the latter sprang forward and seized the stranger by
the throat. There was a struggle, in which both fell, and we rushed to
the assistance of our companion. Egar seized a stone, and was about
crushing the head of his antagonist, when the other watchman seized
his arm.

“‘Let me kill him; let me kill him,’ screamed Egar.

“The other held him, and in a moment all of us were at his side.

“‘No blood: no blood,’ was our united demand; ‘or, at least,’ said I,
‘let us do no murder. If the man must die for having found us, let us
give him a little time for preparation.’

“We released the stranger from the hands of Egar, and assisted him
to his feet. He was half stunned, and I saw that he was greatly
frightened, as indeed he had reason to be.

“‘I give myself up,’ he said, as soon as he could speak.

“‘Where are you from?’ I asked.

“‘From the Petrovsky mine,’ he replied.

“‘When did you leave it?’

“‘Three weeks ago.’

“‘Where have you been during that time?’

“‘Hiding in the forest, and among the rocks; but take me back, and I
will not resist.’

“‘Well, come along,’ I said, in a tone of authority; and we led him to
the place we had just left.

“Two of us held the muskets over our prisoner, while I questioned
him closely, and found that he was, like ourselves, escaping from
captivity. When fully satisfied of the truth of his story, I nodded to
my companions, and told him our true character.

[Sidenote: MUTUAL ASTONISHMENT.]

“He opened his eyes in astonishment, and then fell on his knees, to
thank Heaven that he was yet free. Of course he was added to our
party, though Egar urged that it was the safest plan to put him to
death, and thus prevent the possibility of his escaping and giving
information of our movements.

“But all the rest were opposed to such a bloody deed, as we shrunk
from killing a fellow-being, and besides, were satisfied that the man
told the truth.

“In the morning we changed our position to a more secluded spot, as
we naturally thought there was danger that others might wander in the
same direction as the new comer. We rested the entire day, and were
sufficiently recovered to push on. Just as we were about starting, our
lookout saw, in the early light, a couple of horsemen riding up the
valley. They were followed by two other horsemen at a short distance,
and we naturally concluded that they were pursuing us. So we remained
concealed, and, four or five hours later, we saw the men returning, as
if they had abandoned the search. I say, we saw them, but, in fact,
only one of our number did so, as the rest lay concealed among the
rocks. As soon as they were out of sight, we moved forward, and made
a good day’s progress, notwithstanding the loss of the morning hours.

“We were in a wild country, where settlements were few, and none of
them extended beyond the valley of the river. We dared not approach
any of these for fear of giving indications of our whereabouts; we
could trust the peasants in most instances, but of course there might
be, now and then, one who would betray us. Some of the settlers in
this region are Cossacks, and these have not usually any sympathy with
the exiles, but would capture or kill them with little compunction.
‘Shoot a rabbit, and you get his skin,’ says a Cossack proverb; ‘but
shoot a _varnak_ (vagabond), and you get skin, pelisse, and overcoat.’

[Sidenote: HOW THE WANDERERS LIVED.]

“We lived upon fish from the small streams, upon edible roots which we
found occasionally, and upon the remnants of our provisions brought
from the mine. We resorted, in a few instances, to theft, at the
suggestion of Egar and the man he had captured. A strange sort of
friendship sprang up between them, and they went together on several
enterprises for our common support. At night they would descend to
a farm, whenever one was within reach, and would generally manage
to bring away a lamb or pig, which would be immediately killed and
cooked. We made fires at night only, and always in such a way that the
light was not visible for any distance; but this mode of supply was
precarious, and whenever we obtained anything by it we were careful to
preserve our provisions as long as possible.

“Among the outlying hills of the Altai we left the settlements
altogether, and depended entirely upon our own resources. Now and then
there were villages or encampments of the Tartar inhabitants of the
region, but we avoided them altogether, though occasionally stealing
a sheep from them. These Tartars have large flocks of sheep, and are
not very watchful of them; so that a theft was comparatively easy,
with the exception of the danger of discovery by the dogs, which
are always kept around an encampment. Several times Egar returned
empty-handed from his expedition, and severely anathematized the dogs
for interfering with what he considered a legitimate pursuit.

“With many hardships, but with no adventures of importance, we reached
a sheltered place in the mountains, where we thought we would be safe
from pursuit, and established ourselves for the winter. We found a
glen containing a grove of larches and firs, and on three sides the
rocks were precipitous and overhanging. The entrance was narrow, and
could be easily defended, and in one place there was an opening in the
rocks which we could easily roof over to form a house. The glen was
full of hares and other small animals; Egar and his new friend were
skilful in constructing traps, and we at once set at work to lay in a
supply of food. Egar, in one of his expeditions in search of sheep,
had stolen an axe, which proved of great service to us in many ways.
We made a comfortable shelter, where we could live; our beds were of
boughs cut from the trees, and we soon gathered a sufficient quantity
of skins from the animals we caught to make a good supply of coverlets
and winter clothing. We desired to save our ordinary clothing for
future use. The suits we wore in prison were the common garments of
the peasantry, and the only mark to indicate our character was a
number sewed upon the right shoulder. This we had carefully removed,
so that we could readily pass for peasants.

[Sidenote: KILLED AMONG THE ROCKS.]

“The winter came on, and proved of unusual mildness. The snows were
light, and we were well sheltered, so that we did not suffer. We
trapped game, and hunted occasionally among the hills, but were very
careful of our ammunition, so that we relied almost entirely upon
our traps. On several occasions we ran down the _argal_, or mountain
sheep, and frightened them into attempting to jump a ravine too wide
for their strength. They fell upon the rocks, and were killed by the
force of the fall. But we found this mode of hunting very dangerous,
and once it resulted fatally. Serge Ponitsky, one of my countrymen,
was pursuing an argal over the rocks, and half a dozen others of our
party were shouting to the animal in order that he might keep in
the desired direction. Serge was close upon the argal, and in his
excitement did not observe that he was near the edge of a high cliff.
Suddenly the brute stopped, and wheeled around. Serge waved his cap to
make him continue in the way he ought to go, but he had made up his
mind not to keep on. Serge then seized him by the horns,—not thinking
of the great strength of the animal,—and the two struggled for a few
moments; in their struggles they went near the edge of the precipice,
and suddenly rolled over it.

“We scrambled to the foot of the cliff as soon as possible, our hearts
full of fear for the result. We found the argal dead, and Serge lying
upon him. Both his legs were broken, several of his ribs were crushed,
and as I bent over and took his hand, I heard him faintly pronounce
the words ‘home’ and ‘Poland.’ He then became unconscious, and five
minutes later he was dead.

[Sidenote: A SAD SEPARATION.]

“We buried him near our camping-place, covering the grave with heavy
stones, and erecting a cross above it. The event cast a gloom over
our party, and for several days no one cared to venture into the
mountains. After this accident we were more cautious, and nothing of a
serious nature occurred during the rest of the winter.

“In the spring we divided into twos and threes, as previously
arranged, and left our camp. We drew lots to settle the order of
departure, as it was arranged that the divisions should start at
least two days apart, so that there would be little risk of their
encountering each other, and attracting attention by their numbers.
Our parting was tearful, as we had been endeared to each other by our
mutual experience of peril, and it was certain that we should never
again be united. My lot fell to the third division, and though I live
a thousand years I shall never forget the morning when I embraced
those I was leaving behind me, and set out to encounter dangers that
I could not foresee. Silently with my two companions I left the camp,
and for more than two hours neither of us could utter a word.

“We travelled on and on to the settlements on the Yenesei, subsisting
as we had subsisted at the time of our escape. At one of the private
mines we obtained work during the summer; laborers were scarce, and
the proprietors were quite willing to engage us without asking any
questions that might annoy us.

[Sidenote: HOME AT LAST.]

“At the end of the summer we were paid off. A few days before our
payment we managed to drop some worthless papers into a fire where
several men, among them one of the superintendents, could see us. We
pretended to be in great distress, that the papers were our passports,
and that we had nothing else for our protection. The chief of the mine
consequently made certificates to the loss of our papers by accident,
and the certificates were sufficient for our protection. During the
winter and early spring, we managed to travel to the Ural Mountains,
where we again hired out for the summer. In this way we obtained money
enough to take us to Poland, where we arrived three years after the
date of our escape.

“What became of the rest of our party I have never positively known.
Two of them have reached Poland, as I am informed; and I have heard
vague rumors that some of the others were captured, and returned to
the servitude from which they had escaped. But no direct tidings from
any of them have ever reached me.”




XLI.

LEAD MINES OF IOWA.

     BLUFFS AT DUBUQUE, IOWA.—THE LEAD MINES.—HOW LEAD IS FOUND
     THERE.—INDIAN DISCOVERIES.—HOW THE SECRET BECAME KNOWN.—STORY
     OF THE SIX INDIANS.—FOLLOWING THEIR TRACKS.—AN INDIAN
     TRAITOR.—AN EXPLORER’S ADVENTURE.—THE INDIAN GUIDE AND THE GREAT
     SPIRIT.—MURDER OF TWO EXPLORERS.—USES OF ABANDONED SHAFTS AND
     CAVES.—AN EDITOR’S DISCOVERY.—AN UNDERGROUND BANQUET.—UPS AND
     DOWNS OF A LEAD MINER.—DEATH OR A FORTUNE.—A DANGEROUS BLOW.—A
     MINUTE OF GREAT PERIL.


On the Upper Mississippi, in the vicinity of Dubuque, Iowa, there are
many lead mines, and in the vicinity of these mines the bluffs contain
numerous caverns, rarely of great extent. Sometimes these caverns are
in the form of a succession of chambers extending and opening into
one another; and in these chambers rich deposits of ore are found.
Several years ago the author visited Dubuque and the region around it,
and was kindly escorted by one of the citizens, Mr. Henry W. Pettit,
in an examination of the natural and artificial curiosities of the
place. We had a wearying tramp, and returned to the hotel covered with
dust, accumulated in our inspection of shafts, tunnels, caves, and
other underground works of nature or art. I was under the impression
that if we had been reduced in a furnace, a fair amount of lead
could have been obtained by the reducer; and lest some enterprising
resident should make an effort in that direction, we washed off the
accumulation as speedily as possible.

[Sidenote: AN INDIAN SECRET.]

The lead mines of Dubuque were discovered and opened soon after the
settlement of the place by Julien Dubuque, after whom the city was
named. The Indians were aware of the existence of the rich mineral,
and the first information about it was obtained from one of the
red-skinned gentlemen who had partaken rather freely of the white
man’s fire-water. They used to bring lead to sell to the whites; they
revealed some of the localities whence they obtained it, and then
their white neighbors went to work to dig for themselves. But there
was one deposit, supposed to be the richest of all, that the Indians
would never reveal, if the story was told to me correctly. There were
half a dozen Indians who used to appear and disappear mysteriously;
whenever they wanted money or goods, they would go away a few days,
and return with all the lead they could carry. All efforts to induce
them to tell where they obtained it were of no avail. The experiment
was tried repeatedly of getting them drunk, but the more they got
drunk, the more uncommunicative they became. They were promised
that if they would show the rich deposit, they should never again
be required to draw a sober breath as long as they lived; but even
this glittering bait did not allure. Wealth, fame, and perpetual
intoxication could have been theirs, but they preferred to bask in the
sunshine of the smiles of the Great Spirit, who would be unpardoningly
angry if they told their secret to the white man.

A watch was set upon their movements; but an Indian is proverbially
a troublesome customer to the detective who tries to follow him, and
the spies on the track of these aborigines invariably came to grief.
Finally, one of the pale-faces pressed his arguments so far as to
induce an Indian to agree to turn traitor to his brethren, and reveal
the locality of the lead mine. Comfortably soaked with whiskey, the
twain started, with provisions for several days’ journey. The Indian
led the way to a secluded spot among the hills, miles away from any
human habitation. All around in this little valley there were the
remains of fires where the Indians had melted out the lead from the
ore; it was so rich that a common wood fire in the open air was quite
sufficient for its reduction.

But suddenly the Indian stopped, and looked anxiously into the sky.
After gazing there a full minute, he turned to his companion, and
refused to show him further.

“Go on, go on!” said the impatient explorer.

“No; not go on,” replied the Indian. “Great Spirit angry; I see him
looking now.”

[Sidenote: A FRIGHTENED ABORIGINAL.]

The explorer looked, but could see no spirit beyond that which he
carried in his bottle. He offered some of it to the Indian, in the
hope of overcoming his terror.

But it was “no go” with the red man. He took the proffered drink, and
then looked again into the sky. Evidently he saw, or fancied he saw,
the Great Spirit frowning upon him, for he turned on his heel, and ran
faster than he had ever been known to run before.

The explorer was left alone, and concluded to investigate on his own
account. There were the remains of the fires where the lead had been
melted, and the number of them showed that a goodly amount of smelting
had been done there. The mine must be near, and of course it ought to
be easily found. He looked for a path which might lead to it, and here
he found that the Indians’ cunning had baffled him. In no direction
was there any track, and it was evident that the Indians had made it
a rule never to follow the same course twice when entering or leaving
the valley. They had brought the ore from somewhere, but there was no
way of knowing whether that place was feet, yards, or miles away.

He spent a couple of days in a careful examination of the vicinity,
but found nothing, and returned home very little wiser than he went
out. He had a suspicion that he was watched from the time the Indian
left him until he gave up the search, but could not say positively
that such was the case. A few days after his return, the Indian made
his appearance with a fresh lot of lead, for which he refused all
compensation, though he did not decline to get drunk at the expense of
his acquaintance. He would not talk freely, but solemnly declined to
go on another expedition, and, furthermore, cautioned the white man
not to undertake it.

The latter would not be advised; and, two or three weeks later, he set
out with a friend, with the intention of spending a week or two in
exploring the region around the Indian smelting-place.

They were absent one, two, three weeks, and finally their friends
became alarmed for their safety, and started out to look for them.
Their search was unrewarded, as no trace of the missing men could be
found anywhere. No Indians were seen. The half-dozen came and went as
usual, but to all questions they returned the most unsatisfactory and
non-committal answers.

[Sidenote: MURDER OF THE EXPLORERS.]

One day a hunter found the remains of the two men. Wild beasts
had devoured the bodies, but their weapons and scraps of clothing
remained, and sufficed for their identification. In each skull
there was a deep indentation, caused, undoubtedly, by a tomahawk in
the hands of an Indian. But further than this the circumstances of
their deaths were never known. After the discovery of the bodies,
the Indians did not visit the settlement as often as before, and it
was universally supposed that they committed the murder, or, at all
events, knew to whom it should have been attributed.

Years afterwards a rich vein of lead ore was found two or three miles
from the valley to which the Indian led the first explorer. There was
a small cave, so carefully concealed by brushwood that it was only
revealed by accident. There were indications that it had been visited
by Indians, and that quantities of the ore had been carried away. All
around the sides and roof of the cavern there were blocks of rich ore,
and the discoverers made a comfortable fortune out of the deposit. It
was supposed to be the cave whence the Indians obtained their supply,
but whether so or not was never positively known.

In the bluff at Dubuque, lead mining was carried on in two ways—first,
by entering the caverns and veins from the foot of the bluff; and,
secondly, by sinking shafts from the surface. The shafts were not
very deep, so that no elaborate machinery was required for hoisting
purposes, a common windlass or a whim, worked by horse power, being
all that was required. Where the mining was pushed from the foot
of the bluff, levels were driven in until a cavern or seam was
reached, and very often the seams in the bluff were taken as the
starting-point. The lead was not found in continuous veins, like coal
and iron, but in separate masses, that had little connection with
each other, though frequently the chambers or caves communicated.
Consequently a mine might be soon exhausted, and then the shaft or
level would be abandoned, as it was no longer lucrative. The hills
back of Dubuque, at the time of my visit, were full of abandoned
shafts, and it was dangerous to walk there at night, as many of the
shafts were entirely unprotected by fences or railings. Several
accidents have occurred by persons falling into these shafts; and I
was told that on one occasion two lovers, who were taking an afternoon
promenade there, walked into a shaft, and were killed by the fall.

While the business of Dubuque was in the height of its prosperity,
about 1857, some enterprising men constructed a shot tower on the low
ground near the Mississippi River. It is well known that shot for
ordinary hunting purposes is made by pouring melted lead through a
sieve, where it can have a fall of a hundred feet or more. In falling
it assumes a spherical shape, and at the same time is cooled and
hardened. To save it from injury it is received in a tank of water.
Afterwards it is polished and brightened by being rolled in plumbago
and certain other substances, and is then ready for the bags in which
it is offered for sale in the sporting stores.

[Sidenote: AN EDITOR’S DISCOVERY.]

Now, the shot tower costs considerable money, and in order to be
profitable, the work of making shot must pay the interest of the cost
of the tower, besides the wages of everybody concerned. The editor of
a newspaper at Dubuque was one day rambling among the abandoned shafts
back of the town, and endeavoring to hit upon some plan for making
them once more useful.

Suddenly an idea occurred to him, and he hastened to lay it before a
friend who was interested in the shot tower.

[Sidenote: A SURPRISING DISCOVERY.]

“Here is my idea,” said the editor. “The melted lead must fall from a
certain height, and you have spent fifteen thousand dollars to build
a tower to give that height to the dropping lead. Now, it makes no
difference where the fall is; and why could you not get it in one of
these abandoned shafts, which would cost nothing? And besides, you
save the expense of hoisting the lead to the top of the tower. I can
start a shot company that will undersell you in spite of all you could
do.”

The tower man stood a full minute in a brown study. When he had
collected his thoughts, he said,—

“I think you are right, and wonder nobody ever thought of it before.
But don’t say a word about it for the present. The St. Louis Shot
Company is now negotiating for our tower; it wants to have a monopoly
of all the shot business on the river, and we shall sell out. When
we have sold out, and have the money in our hands, you can start
your theory, and anybody that wants to try it can do so. If you say
anything now, you may spoil the whole arrangement.”

The editor promised to wait, and kept his promise. The Dubuque tower
was bought by the St. Louis Company, which congratulated itself on
having a monopoly of the shot business at Dubuque. But very soon the
editor advanced his theory; somebody put it in practice, and found it
was entirely correct. Abandoned shafts were occupied by shot-makers,
and found to answer the purpose exactly, and the business of the tower
came to an end. “Why did not somebody think of this before?” is a
question that is often asked whenever a new and simple invention is
brought to the attention of the public.

When the mines were operated at the base of the cliff by means of
levels, and the chambers were stripped of their lead ore, the owners
found themselves in possession of magnificent cellars, that could
be used for storage purposes. As time rolled on, and Dubuque grew
into importance, many Germans went there to live. The German is fond
of beer, and wherever you find Germans in goodly numbers, there you
will find the care-dispelling lager and the appetizing pretzel.
Breweries rose and flourished at Dubuque, and the fame of the beer
that flowed from them extended even to the mouth of the Mississippi.
The abandoned caves of the lead workers were well suited to the wants
of the brewers, as they made excellent cellars for storing the beer
between the time of its manufacture and of its sale. They were of an
even temperature throughout the year, and the temperature was exactly
suited to the Teutonic beverage.

[Sidenote: BANQUET IN A BEER CELLAR.]

On several occasions the brewers gave entertainments in their
cellars, and set the tables for their guests between the rows of beer
casks. The guests were converted into casks of beer by the time the
entertainments ended, and occasionally they needed assistance to find
their way out to the open air. There is a novelty about an underground
banquet, especially when you find your legs giving way beneath your
weight, and you are led to believe that the earth above will come down
at an inopportune moment, and crush you as flat as a sheet of paper,
without giving you time to send word to your friends.

In our rambles about the bluffs, Mr. Pettit told me of an adventurous
inhabitant of Dubuque who used to alternate regularly between wealth
and poverty every few months. He was a lead miner, who spent most of
his time in discovering fresh deposits of the valuable ore. When he
found a deposit, he was rich, and lived at a rapid rate until the
money obtained from it was gone. Then, without a dollar to call his
own, and frequently burdened with debts he could not pay, he would
shoulder his pick and start on a tour among the hills, where he
hoped to find the material with which his fortune could be restored.
Sometimes he would hunt for weeks without finding anything; and just
as he had determined to abandon the search, and hire out as a laborer,
he would find what he wanted. One of his adventures was narrated to me
in his own words, which I will give as nearly as I can remember them.

“Once I was dead broke,” said he, “and owed a good deal of money. My
creditors were pressing, but they knew I hadn’t the first cent to pay
with, and so they didn’t press very hard. I hunted around a long time,
but not a bit of ore could I find, and I seriously thought of going to
the river and making cat-fish bait of myself, so as to get out of my
misery.

[Sidenote: AN EXCITING MOMENT.]

“One day I got in among the chambers in the bluffs, and in one of
them I found a small hole, which I thought might possibly lead to
something rich. I enlarged it, and got through into a new chamber
where there were blocks of lead; and then I knew there was more of it
close by. These chambers often lie one above another, and there was
evidently one just above where I stood. A blow or two of my pick in
the ceiling above would open it, and when it was opened, there was a
fortune ready for me.

“Well, no, it wasn’t a sure fortune. This business has its drawbacks,
and sometimes there is a serious drawback in a place like that. Most
of these chambers are dry, but now and then they are full of water,
and sometimes you will find a dry chamber under one that is full.
There I stood, wondering what to do. I was never more puzzled in my
life.

“The hole where I entered was small and long. It was a hard place to
get through, and it took time. The place was low; in fact, I couldn’t
stand erect without butting my head. If I tapped the ceiling, and the
chamber above was full of water, I should be drowned like a rat in a
cage. One blow would loosen the whole bottom, and the water would come
down like Niagara.

“If I went out and tried to enlarge the entrance before tapping the
ceiling, some other fellow might get in there and take possession. If
he opened the chamber before I did, he would be the owner, and I could
not lay any claim on account of discovery.

“I thought it all over. I thought of my poverty and the fortune that
lay before me. I thought of the chance of death if the cave was full
of water. I threw down my pick, and almost determined to go away, and
not take the risk. Then I looked at my ragged clothes, and remembered
that they were all I had, and that I hadn’t money enough to buy a
breakfast. Then I stooped and grasped the pick, and took a firm hold
of the handle.

“‘Here goes,’ I said, ‘for one thing or the other.’ I set my teeth,
swung the pick, and tapped the ceiling above me.

[Sidenote: A FORTUNE AT ONE BLOW.]

“The water came down; I dropped to the floor, and felt that I was
lost. I must have fainted, for the next thing I remember, my candle,
which was only half burned when I struck the blow, was nearly
consumed, and I was lying there soaked in a small pool that surrounded
me.

“I rose, rubbed my eyes, and looked around, and then I saw how it was.
There had been a few buckets of water in the chamber above, where
there might have been hogsheads. I was alive and safe, and the chamber
was opened.

“I lighted another candle, and went to work enlarging the hole I had
made. In a little while I was able to climb through it; and there, all
around me, lay blocks of rich ore; and I felt that I was no longer the
poor vagabond I had been a few hours before. But I don’t think I would
go through that excitement again for all the lead mines that ever were
known.”




XLII.

MINING IN THE BLACK HILLS. THE WONDERFUL MINE UNDER LAKE SUPERIOR.

     FIRST REPORTS OF GOLD IN THE BLACK HILLS—DISCOVERY OF PLACER
     DEPOSITS—THEIR EXTENT AND RICHNESS—DEADWOOD AND RAPID CREEK—SAD
     FATE OF AN EARLY EXPLORING PARTY—VALUABLE QUARTZ VEINS—MODE
     OF REACHING THE COUNTRY—OTHER RESOURCES OF THE BLACK HILLS
     REGION—BRILLIANT PROSPECTS FOR THE FUTURE—A REMARKABLE MINE
     UNDER LAKE SUPERIOR—CURIOSITIES OF SILVER ISLET—WORKING UNDER
     DIFFICULTIES—ORES OF UNEXAMPLED RICHNESS—MINING ADVENTURES UNDER
     THE LAKE—NEW ROUTE TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH.


When the frontier newspapers first began publishing their exciting
reports of rich gold discoveries in the Black Hills, some of their
editors doubted its existence there in paying quantities. Gen.
Custer had reported gold discoveries, but the scientific gentlemen
accompanying his expedition had denied finding it in deposits of a
remunerating richness. Doubt and uncertainty shadowed the prospect
until the development of the rich claims of Deadwood and Whitewood
gulches, and the encouraging indications found on Rapid Spring and
French Creek, in the spring of 1876. But the richness and extent of
the Black Hills gold mines may now be considered demonstrated. A
great deal of money has already been realized from them, and as yet
they have not been even thoroughly prospected. The fact that the
Black Hills had so long been unexplored and unsettled by white men is
not altogether attributable, as has been popularly supposed, to the
strength and hostility of the Sioux Indians, who roamed over, and are
still dangerously powerful to the west of that region. The principal
reasons are that they were not immediately on the moving lines of
transcontinental emigration, and that the country had no definite
knowledge of their wealth in soil and mine, while the natural
resources of other sections of the far West were advertised far and
wide. That the Black Hills have been taken possession of by white men
in the face of both government opposition and Indian hostilities,
proves the correctness of this assumption.

Gold was discovered there by white men years before the lamented
Custer entered the country at the head of an army. And it would
undoubtedly have been settled and developed immediately after, had
not these unknown first discoverers all been massacred by Indians,
and therefore the reports of their discoveries were never published.
Near Rapid Creek, and on Whitewood and Deadwood Creeks, old “prospect
holes” have been found. There is an old shaft on a gold-bearing
quartz vein which crosses Deadwood Gulch, and the trees near by
bear the marks of bullets and arrows, whose appearance proves that
they were made years ago. In one of the Deadwood claims old rusty
nails were found, and on another there was an old pile of tailings.
Of the conclusion arrived at from these evidences there can be no
reasonable doubt: the unfortunate white men who sank the shaft on
the gold vein were seized and tied to the missile-scarred trees and
riddled with arrows and bullets. Those who excavated the old “prospect
holes” likewise fell victims to the Sioux, and not one of these first
discoverers was left to report the fate of the others.

[Sidenote: THE BLACK HILLS.]

The Black Hills are an isolated mass of elevations, about 120 miles in
extent from northwest to southwest, with an average width of 50 miles;
their area being not less than 6,000 square miles. They are so called
from the somber aspect they present from a distant view, caused by the
vast evergreen forests of pine with which they are generally clothed.
According to the latitudinal lines they are about 60 miles north and
a little over 800 miles west of the city of Chicago, and are situated
between the two forks of the Cheyenne river, which surround them so
completely that both these streams have their origin in the same
locality, and their headwaters interlock. The north current is usually
called the Belle Fourche, or beautiful Fork.

The Hills are reached by railroad to Sioux City and Yankton, or to
Bismarck, on the upper Missouri, or to Cheyenne and other towns on
the Union Pacific. They embrace all that is grand and beautiful in
nature—cloud-piercing peaks, snow-crowned nine months out of the
twelve; deep down cañons, gloomy and savage, with dense forests and
craggy walls of slate, granite, or limestone; fairy fountains and
crystal streams, and richly flowered plateaus and glades.

The highest peaks are from 5,600 to 8,000 feet high; not so great
altitudes as are found among the perpetually snow-capped mountains of
the Big Horn further west, but they appear as lofty when measured by
the eye in comparison with the surrounding elevations.

[Sidenote: THE FIRST MINERS.]

As soon as the Custer expedition of 1874, which gave to the world
its first authentic knowledge of the existence of gold in the Black
Hills, had returned to Fort Lincoln, a party of adventurers organized
at Sioux City and went thither. It consisted of twenty-eight men
and one woman. They camped on French Creek, in the southern part
of the Hills, where Custer City now stands, and erected stockades.
They found encouraging gold prospects, but were soon forced to
return from lack of supplies. The “gold fever” continued to spread,
however, and soon got under such headway all along the frontiers
that government opposition was of little avail. Hundreds flocked
to the new El Dorado, their objective point being the stockades on
the French Creek. In the spring of 1875 these pioneers organized
themselves into a town company, and the site of Custer City was
staked off into building lots, being at first christened Stonewall.
The number rapidly increased, so that by the last of December, 1875,
a provisional government was organized, and a few laws, simple in
form, but comprehensive in their scope, were adopted, their execution
being entrusted to a marshal and justice of the peace. Emigration
continued to increase, the new comers first satisfying themselves that
gold really existed on French Creek, and next securing a town lot and
erecting a building thereon.

Soon a house of some kind was constructed on nearly all the lots
contained in the town site of 640 acres, the hopeful owners believing
they had a San Francisco in embryo. Notwithstanding that danger
from hostile Indians existed everywhere, even in the very suburbs
of the town, prospectors pushed their enterprise in all directions,
and soon the auriferous deposits of Spring and Rapid Creeks, to the
northward, were covered with miners’ claims and embraced in mining
districts. During the winter of 1875-6, Deadwood and Whitewood gulches
were reached 70 miles north of Custer City, and were also claimed
throughout their extent.

[Sidenote: THE MINES.]

One claim in the former, No. 1 below discovery, was offered in
February of 1876, for a sack of flour and corresponding amount of
bacon, and a few months later had produced gold to the amount of
$250,000. The number of mines in the Hills on the first of July, 1876,
was estimated at 6,500, about half of which were settled in and about
Deadwood City. Crook City, 10 miles below Deadwood, at the mouth of
Whitewood, contained about 500 inhabitants; Hill City, on Spring
Creek, had 150 houses and less than a score of inhabitants; and the
mountains were pretty generally filled with prospectors.

An old placer miner, upon his first view of French Creek, would
shrug his shoulders and say, “This don’t suit me.” The creek has
a low, sluggish flow, the fall being very slight, and the natural
advantages for mining are very bad. But there are millions in the
auriferous deposits of French Creek, and the gold is the purest ever
found on the American continent, the mint returns showing it to be
worth $24 an ounce. The deposits are so flat, and the water supply so
limited, that these diggings are not likely to be a successful field
for the labor of the poor man. They can only be handled by company
organizations controlling considerable capital. Steam hydraulics have
been suggested; they would undoubtedly be successful on the adjacent
hills and some of the higher bars, could an adequate supply of water
be obtained.

The French Creek deposits are very extensive, the main gulch being
miles in length, and having some promising tributaries, and they will
give employment to several thousand men, when fully opened.

The quartz interests about Custer City are important. Many
gold-bearing ledges have been discovered, some of which are being
developed as vigorously as the limited means of their owners will
permit. The mica deposits are worthy of note. Blocks of pure mica are
obtained, which will shelve off in unfractured plates of from six to
twelve inches square; it is found in inexhaustible quantities, and is
pronounced of good commercial quality, being worth from four to six
dollars a pound in the markets. This may become an important source of
wealth.

[Sidenote: THE DEPOSITS.]

The Spring Creek deposits are 18 miles north of Custer, on the road to
Deadwood. In their topography and geological formation, they look much
more favorable for gold than French Creek district, being nearer and
more directly connected with the eruptive portions of the Hills. Rich
deposits are found in Creek Hill gulch, and bar ground, and they are
extensive enough to give thousands employment. But the Spring Creek
deposits, like those of French, demand capital for their development.

The creek ground lies more advantageously to be worked than that
about Custer, but it is so very deep that much money must be expended
in preliminary work before pay can be realized, and water can only
be brought over the hills and higher bars by means of a great deal
of costly fluming. Capitalists are now directing their attention
to Spring Creek district, and, no doubt, several millions will be
realized from it within a few years. The Spring Creek quartz interests
are also important. Many very promising veins have been located, and
crossing Spring Creek there is a quartz belt which is said to be
1,000 feet wide and over 30 miles long. Here, as along French Creek,
there is an abundance of the finest wood for timbering shafts, fuel,
building, etc. The formations are granite and slate, with lime often
capping through the primitive rocks.

[Sidenote: RAPID CREEK.]

Fifteen miles north of Spring Creek, following the Deadwood road from
Custer, we reach Rapid Creek, just half way between Deadwood City and
Custer, and in the very center of the Black Hills gold region. It is
one of the most beautiful of the mountain streams, its water being as
clear as crystal and delightfully cool in the hottest weather. It has
an average width of about twelve feet, an average depth of fifteen
inches, and is the only stream in the eastern part of the Hills
which flows continuously the year through. It was on this stream, as
credibly reported, that the Indians found and presented to Father De
Smet many years ago a gold nugget worth several dollars, the Father
being camped there with the Indians at the time. Here we have what the
old miner would call “the regular old-fashioned gold wash.” In the
pebbly bed of Rapid a great deal of water-worn quartz is found, and
the contiguous hills, gulches, and bars prospect richly, as a rule. It
is generally believed that Rapid Creek will prove the most productive
portion of the Black Hills. When the necessary fluming shall have been
made to cover this rich, high ground with water, so that a system of
hydraulics can be carried, the yield must be enormous.

The Rapid diggings are many miles in extent, and will give employment,
when fully developed, to many miners. Some very promising gold-bearing
quartz veins have been discovered in Rapid Creek district, and silver
discoveries have lately been reported from there.

I am indebted for much of my information concerning the Black Hills to
Mr. H. N. Maguire, who has made a careful examination of the country.
He is very enthusiastic about its future prospects, and in summing up
the resources of the region, he says:

“I may be over-sanguine, but I believe all those vast regions drained
by the southern tributaries of the Yellowstone, or the major portion
of them, comprise the richest mineral fields on the continent—gold,
silver, copper, iron, and coal; and perhaps platinum, quicksilver, and
other metals. They have all the other natural elements of imperial
wealth and expansion: good soil, illimitable pasturage, health-giving
climate, and a temperature delightful in summer, and very endurable in
winter. Now that the Indians are about whipped into submission, I have
no doubt emigration will pour thither in unprecedented numbers, soon
resulting in an unbroken chain of industries, from the corn fields of
Dakota to the stock ranges of the Yellowstone. The farmer and miner
will sustain each other, while both will need and will be able to
generously remunerate the artisan and tradesman. Honest industry in
every field can not fail to be crowned with success.”

When perusing the estimates of the gold-yield of the Black Hills, we
come to the conclusion that the total yield has been, for the year
1876, about $2,000,000.

[Sidenote: YIELD OF GOLD-PRODUCING COUNTRIES.]

Let us compare this with the yield of the other gold-producing
countries:

  California produced in 1848 (estimated),      $3,826,230
  In 1849 (returns manifested),                  4,921,250
  In 1850 (returns manifested),                 27,676,346

These are the first three years of the California gold fever. It
is difficult, at this late date, to calculate the exact amount of
gold kept in the hands of miners, as specimens, and as a circulating
medium, during the first year (1848), but suppose we place the amount
at $173,770 (which is a liberal estimate), we have then $4,000,000 as
the yield of gold in 1848. Taking into account all the amounts which
usually escape the official returns, and also the amounts buried
by the miners until their return to the states, the most liberal
estimates of these, added to the official returns, can hardly place
the yield of gold from this state in 1848 over $10,000,000.

Nevada produced from her placer mines from 1849, the year of the
discovery, to 1859, when they ceased working them, both years
inclusive, only $400,000. This was produced, however, mostly by
Chinese miners, of whom there were only about 200 in the mines. It
will be remembered, also, that the placers of Nevada were never very
remunerative, and that they decreased in the amount of yield as we
approach the final year, 1859.

  Oregon, in 1866, only produced,                $2,000,000
  Montana, with an area of 146,689 square miles,
    produced, in 1862, from her placers,            300,000
  In 1863,                                        8,000,000

It is impossible to give a correct estimate of the yield from Colorado
for the year 1859, her first year, but the most liberal estimate
would hardly place it above $800,000; the entire yield, including the
quartz-mills, for nine years, from 1859 to 1868, as only $30,000,000.
Of course there are several causes which it is not necessary to
enumerate here, which operated fatally against any large yield from
Colorado during these years.

The Black Hills proper has a superficial area of about 6,000 square
miles. The bulk—we might almost say all—of the gold produced thus far
from the Hills is from placer mines; the quartz interest has as yet
hardly begun to be developed. By referring to the comparative figures,
it will be seen that, considering her area, and the disadvantages
which have surrounded her, the new El Dorado has done remarkably well
this year, even if we confine her to the $2,000,000 which I have
accounted for. She stands upon a very favorable footing with any of
the auriferous districts during their early days. The quartz interest
will give a large increase in the yield of bullion this year (1877),
both in gold and silver and we may safely place the yield for 1877 at
$7,000,000.


MINING UNDER LAKE SUPERIOR.

[Sidenote: MINING UNDER LAKE SUPERIOR.]

One of the most remarkable mines in America is the one known as Silver
Islet in Lake Superior. It once was a small barren rock; its greatest
width was seventy feet and its length eighty feet. It was only eight
feet above the water, its position being about three-quarters of a
mile from the main-land and exposed to a sweep of 200 miles of Lake
Superior.

[Sidenote: SILVET ISLET.]

Operations were begun there on the first of September, 1870. On that
date a party began the erection of cribs, and in thirty days there
were put in place 460 feet of cribbing, thoroughly bolted together,
filled with rock, and having an average depth of thirteen feet. Such
an enormous extent of work was only accomplished by the force working
unitedly, as one man, eighteen hours out of twenty-four. Inside of
the crib-work a coffer-dam was constructed, enclosing seventy feet in
length of the out-crop or back of the vein.

The water in the enclosed space was thrown out by steam siphons, and
mining was commenced on October 5th. Everything worked successfully
until October 26th, when 200 feet of breakwater was carried away by
a heavy southeast gale. The coffer-dam also suffered considerable
damage, and the pit excavated on the vein was completely filled with
rock from the cribs. This breach was filled more substantially than at
first by a double line of crib-work, having a base of twenty-six feet;
the coffer-dam was repaired, the pit cleaned out, and mining resumed
on November 18th, which was continued until November 26th, when the
last shipment of ore was made for the season.

All through that season and the next the work was constantly
interrupted by accidents. Whenever a severe storm arose the sea rolled
in heavily and broke down portions of the dam, or crib-work, so that
the mine would be flooded and the miners driven from their posts. But
in spite of these delays, coupled with the small space in which the
men could work, more than a million dollars worth of ore was taken out.

The mine is one of the richest ever opened in the country. The great
deposit of ore occurs in a fissure vein having a bearing of N. 32° W.,
the dip or inclination being to the N. E. The vein is well defined
at points, having good walls or clearages, but not uniform in width,
opening out at points to 12 or 15 feet, and again closing up to a
string of not more than six inches. The average width, however, might
be put down from four to five feet. Still, aside from the vein proper,
there are several strings or feeders, some of them at a distance of 30
feet, carrying rich packing ore.

The vein substance generally consists of calcareous spar and dolomitic
spar, with quartz, in which are enclosed occasional masses of dioritic
wall rock, slate, and plumbago. The contained minerals are galena,
zinc, blende, iron pyrites, kupfer, nickel, cobalt ore, with small
quantities of antimony, native silver, and silver glauce, or sulphuret
of silver.

The deposit of silver is found at the intersection of the vein with an
immense belt of diorite and plumbago. This diorite is an intrusive
mass, cutting nearly perpendicularly through the original more or less
horizontal formation of slates and sedimentary or silicious sandstone.
The ore varies in value from $400 to $7,000 per ton, the general
average being not far from $1,500 per ton. This is known as packing
ore, for the reason that it is packed in barrels for shipment. In
addition to it there is a broad vein of stamp rock, valued at from $45
to $50 per ton.

The vein, taking a northwesterly and southwesterly direction, crosses
Silver Islet, where it was discovered. On its course north from the
Islet the vein goes out of sight, being covered by the lake for about
3,000 feet, and then makes its appearance on Burnt Island; submerged
again by water for a distance of 350 to 400 feet, it reaches the
mainland, on which it can be traced for a long distance.

[Sidenote: ISLE ROYALE.]

Going south from Silver Islet, the vein passes under Lake Superior,
and is said to cross Isle Royale, some twenty miles off. Tesels have
been run out from the shafts, so that the miners work far under the
lake, and during heavy storms they can distinctly hear the roar of the
waters. But although the vein is placed below the lake, its position,
so far, has not put it at a great disadvantage, compared with other
mines producing silver.

[Sidenote: CHARACTER OF THE MINE.]

There are features about this mine which actually make it a favorite
as regards cost of working. The two great causes which increase so
rapidly the cost, and delay the progress of mining everywhere, are
influx of water and the meeting with what is termed soft ground. This
mine, so far, has been opened nearly 700 feet. The longest level opens
up the vein about 730 feet, and yet by pumping some 155 gallons per
minute, the mine is kept dry. Most of this water enters from above,
and is therefore not expected to increase in proportion to the depth
obtained in the future. Many mines, although situated on high and dry
land, have to pump far more water than this. The rock here being less
pervious to water than elsewhere, can only be accounted for by the
fact that a longer time has elapsed since this region has undergone
any serious volcanic disturbance. Some narrow belts of slaty shale
lying next to the vein are identical, except in age, with the clay
found next the true veins in other places.

The vein rock itself is of a hard and firm nature, needing but
little timbering for support. Three samples, taken from the vein yet
remaining in the roof of the mine, showed, from concentrations and
assays, as follows:

  1. South end of vein, silver per ton,    7,346    ozs.
  2. Middle of vein,                       2,886     “
  3. North end of veins,                       5-4/5 “

The concentrations of No. 1 had hardly more than a trace of galena in
them, being native silver, etc.

No. 2 was mixed, consisting of galena and native silver.

No. 3 was pure galena.

The mineral is called McFarlanite, from the man who first brought
it into notice, it being unlike any other silver ore, a mingling of
nickel giving it a peculiar tinge and a beautiful arborescence.

The mine has ten levels or adits running north and south, besides
several cross-cuts east and west. They have lately been boring with a
diamond drill west of the main vein, thinking to find another feeder
similar to the east vein, or to ascertain if the streak that is seen
in the water west may be a deflection in the main vein.

They descend by ladders only, the shaft being used solely for hoisting
rock. They have Burleigh compressors and all modern appliances.
Occasionally they strike gas, which throws out a jet of great power—at
one time of forty feet—and burns for a long time when lighted. A
miner once came upon a natural cavity, where he felt sure he was to
touch the bonanza; so he inserted his head with the candle in his
hat. It came out quicker than it went in, but without hair, whiskers,
eye-brows, and almost without scalp. Holes are encountered discharging
water, or water and gas combined. Some of the miners are apprehensive
that they will by and by reach the bottom of the lake and fall into an
enormous cavity, which will take them, perhaps, to the center of the
earth.




XLIII.

CALIFORNIA AND HER TERRESTRIAL TREASURES.

     WONDERS OF THE PACIFIC COAST—CALIFORNIA IN 1835—CAUSE OF HER
     RAPID PROGRESS—THE HONEST MINER OF THE OLDEN TIME—FATE OF THE
     FORTY-NINERS—EFFORTS OF A NOVICE—RUSHES TO NEW PLACERS—CHANGE FROM
     PLACER TO QUARTZ MINING—GRASS VALLEY—EXTENT OF THE GOLD-BEARING
     RIDGE—AMALGAMATING PROCESSES—SPECULATIONS IN MINING STOCKS—HOW A
     SHARP NEW YORKER WAS SOLD—A LUCKY HIT—COPPER MINES IN CALIFORNIA
     AND ARIZONA—NEW ALMADEN AND ITS QUICKSILVER—BENEFITS OF AN
     EARTHQUAKE.


For a few years after the discovery of gold in California, little
attention was given by her inhabitants to any other pursuit than
mining. But in course of time the agricultural resources of the
State were developed, and California soon made herself one of the
grain-supplying regions of the world. The mines do not hold such a
prominent place as they did fifteen years ago, but they are still an
important source of wealth to the Pacific coast, and will so continue
for a long time to come. Had there been no discovery of gold or other
precious metal west of the Rocky Mountains up to the present time,
California would to-day be but little advanced beyond the condition
in which she was found by the author of “Two Years Before the Mast,”
when he landed on her shores in 1835. The cities along the coast
would have grown larger, and the number of ships trading to San
Diego, San Francisco, and other parts would have steadily increased,
but the traffic would be mainly in hides from California cattle, or
in the very few articles that were then the produce of this region.
San Francisco could not have become in a few years a great city,
without the discovery of gold in the streams and on the hill-sides of
California.

[Sidenote: THE MINERS OF CALIFORNIA]

The first rush of gold-seekers in 1849, and for two or three years,
subsequent to that date, was to the diggings along the various rivers
and their tributaries. Men came, with pick and shovel, to gather up
a fortune by separating gold from the earth along the valleys. The
honest miner, with the tools of his profession, with his bronzed
and unshaven face, his hair unkempt and matted like locks of wool,
his clothing of the roughest character, and utterly innocent of
whisk-broom or cologne water, was a figure well known on both the
Atlantic and the Pacific coast. In California he existed in reality,
but in the East he was drawn in caricature as something that all
California emigrants must become. He toiled in the sands of the
Sacramento and its tributaries, now with a run of good luck that sent
him rejoicing to his home in the East, or furnished the material for a
“high old time,” and again, with ill fortune that left him, after long
exertion, with very little of the valuable metal in his own right.

The race of miners has not become extinct, as any one who has visited
the interior of California can testify, but it is by no means as
numerous as of yore. A large number of men who now stand high in the
business world, began their California life by working in the mines.
Many of the former miners have gone to their homes in the East, or to
those undiscovered regions where gold is said to be of no particular
use. Many long since drifted to other gold-mining countries, and
many others have taken to agriculture, or to some business more
certain—though less seductive—than gold-hunting. Most of the placers
have been washed out and abandoned to the Mexicans or Chinese.
Localities that formerly supported a large mining population are now
deserted, while others can still count a goodly number of inhabitants.
Whenever a new region is opened up there are many persons ready to
rush to it, in the belief that they will find the fortune they have
so long sought. Fraser River, Washoe, Kern River, and other regions
have all stood high in the bill of attractions, and all proved more or
less delusive. Hardly a year passes without a new discovery somewhere,
and a consequent rush of emigration. Human nature remains the same,
and there is no probability of the arrival of a time when men will no
longer be tempted by extravagant stories to go in quest of a fortune.

[Sidenote: THE FIRST MINERS.]

In the early days, thousands of persons landed at San Francisco with
no definite knowledge of the country, and with the impression that the
gold mines were within a few hours’ walk of the city, and possibly
inside its corporate limits. The story is told of a party of emigrants
who came ashore from a steamer, breakfasted at a cheap hotel, and
then, with their mining tools, proceeded to the beach at the foot of
Telegraph Hill, and began washing for gold. The Sacramento was the
deposit of a greater wealth than that of the Indies; they argued that
all the water in the bay of San Francisco had come from that river,
and therefore all the earth that it touched must be auriferous. Only
a day’s toil in that locality could convince them that their theories
were incorrect.

There was very little geological or other science applied to the
early mining, as very few of the miners had any knowledge in that
direction beyond what they acquired by practice. Men dug where they
could find pay-dirt, and abandoned places that did not pay for their
labor, but they could not often give any reason why one spot in a
valley was richer than another. Mining was almost wholly a matter of
experiment, and to this day the theories of the school of mines are
of comparatively little value in the eyes of many miners. Many of
the ordinary rules of geology are overthrown in the formation of the
Pacific coast, so that the scientific geologists who have gone to
California, find themselves involved in perplexities at almost every
step.

The revelations of General Sutter’s mill-race established the
existence of gold in California, and the news spreading rapidly
throughout the world, brought a large migration. The first miners were
nearly all adventurers without capital, and though the bulk of the
immigration continued of this character, the second and subsequent
years saw men of capital and intelligence going there to give a
better direction to the interest of the country. The pick and pan,
the primitive rocker, the long tom, the sluice, the tunnel, and
other accessories of placer mining, marked the successive development
of means for robbing the earth of its treasures. These operations
culminated in hydraulic mining, which may be fairly considered as the
perfection of this branch of work.

Of course it was but a single step from the discovery of gold in the
dirt of the valleys, to its discovery in the veins of rock that formed
the hill-sides and mountains. The rock from these veins was carefully
assayed, and its richness established. Mere hand work was of no avail,
or would be unprofitable in reducing these ores and extracting the
metal. Heavy machinery must be erected, deep mines must be opened;
shafts and wheels and pits would be expensive, and so would be the
erection and management of machinery. Hence the necessity for capital
and intelligence in this kind of labor. Individuals and companies led
off in this work, and so quartz mining followed upon placer mining,
and became a business of magnitude.

[Sidenote: QUARTZ MINING.]

The best established gold mines in California are at Grass Valley,
a neat little city in Nevada County, twelve miles from the Central
Pacific Railway, and for some time the home of the once noted and
notorious Lola Montez. The other quartz mining districts are scattered
through the mountainous region of the State, but the localities where
the mines are profitable are not very numerous. Further explorations
will of course increase their number, but it is not very probable that
the development will be rapid.

In placer mining, the object is to separate the gold from the dirt
where it has been deposited, and to accomplish this, water and labor
are the only necessities. The dirt or earth is to be carried away
while the gold remains. This is the whole process, whether we employ
the simple pan and rocker or some more elaborate means of working. But
in quartz mining the process is more complicated. The rocks must be
taken from the veins and brought to the surface. There it lies, solid
rock, with the gold mixed into its whole mass, while in a fluid state,
just as salt or soda are mixed with flour in making bread. It must be
reduced to powder, and for this purpose heavy machinery is employed.
When reduced to a powder, the gold must be extracted, and this work
requires more care and causes more perplexities than other labor
connected with quartz mining. Besides the gold, there are various
chemical compounds, some of which remain, while others may be washed
away. Many men must be employed about a quartz mill; the monthly
disbursements, provided the owners are honorable, are very large.
Hence, while a man without capital may become a miner in the gulches
and placers, the beginner in quartz mining requires both brains and
capital.

The quartz district, which is from fifteen to a hundred miles in
width, commences in Mariposa County, and extends along the western
foot-hills of the Sierra Nevada for four or five hundred miles,
disappearing somewhere in Oregon. The ledges of rocks lie at various
angles, being in some places almost horizontal, while in others
they vary little from the perpendicular. There are various theories
touching the formation of the quartz ledges and their impregnation
with gold, but none of them will apply to all cases. The mines that
have been opened are along this ridge, and many shafts have been sunk
for the purpose of reaching this rich rock. A considerable proportion
of these shafts have been abandoned because they did not reach the
ledge, while others have been forced to quit, because the ledge,
though containing gold, was unprofitable. As before stated, those
most generally successful are at Grass Valley, where the rock does
not vary much in value, and where the profits of a year’s labor can
be estimated beforehand with considerable accuracy. Year after year
the work has gone on, and the town of Grass Valley has a more thrifty
appearance than the majority of the mining centers of California.

There is very little difference in the character of the quartz mines
and mills throughout California. Where the vein is perpendicular, or
nearly so, the shaft is sunk directly through the vein; but where it
lies at an angle, the shaft is sunk so as to strike the vein at a
given distance from the surface. In either case, galleries, called
levels, are run off from the shaft into the vein, sometimes for a
long distance. At the surface, the vein may be but a few inches in
thickness, but it gradually widens as it descends, so that some of
the veins have a width of twenty-five feet or upwards. Along the
levels the ore is brought to the shaft, and then sent, in buckets,
up to daylight. In extensive operations, there are numerous shafts,
galleries, and levels that connect with each other and form a
subterranean network of streets and alleys. Once on the surface of
the earth, the ore is sent to the mill, where it is first broken into
small pieces and then reduced to powder by the action of the crushing
machinery.

Various kinds of machinery have been devised for reducing the ore,
the first being the stamp-mill, which consists of a row of heavy
pestles, standing in troughs. These pestles or stamps are raised by
steam power, and fall by their own weight. They are from four to eight
in number, and sometimes there are twenty or more; they operate just
as do the feet of the smiling maidens in the vineyards of France,
when treading out the juices of the grape. No other mill has proved
superior to this in reducing the ore; the testimony of miners and
capitalists is almost unanimously in favor of the stamp-mill.

A stream of water pours into the trough where the ore is being
crushed, each stamp falling from ten to eighty times a minute,
and mixing the water and pulverized rock together. This runs upon
blankets, which catch a portion of the gold; then it passes over
a sloping surface, cut with horizontal crevices, filled with
quicksilver, that catches all the gold it touches; then through a
series of troughs and sluices, with occasional beds of quicksilver,
and so on to a heap of wastes.

No perfect process of saving the gold has yet been invented, and much
of it is still carried away in the sand or “tailing” of the mills.
Rock that assays $40 or $50 to the ton will rarely yield more than
half or two-thirds that amount, and sometimes falls far below it. Some
of the mill owners claim to be satisfied with their present process,
while others are constantly making experiments. Whoever succeeds in
finding a cheap and effective means of saving all the gold in the
pulverized rock, has a sure fortune before him. Many of the ores
contain sulphurets of various kinds, and these are nearly always more
or less refractory. Many of the mills are reserving their “tailings,”
to be worked down again when some successful inventor makes his
appearance. Some mill owners save the sulphurets from the ores for the
purpose of selling them to the agent of an English house, who buys
them for shipment to Wales.

Most of the quartz mines in California are from one hundred and fifty
to six hundred feet in depth. The deepest and richest gold mine in
the State is that known as Hayward’s mine, on Sutter’s Creek, Amador
County. Its owner was unable to make it pay expenses for a long time,
but it grew richer as it descended, and for the past twelve years or
so has paid a handsome profit. Sixty tons per day are taken out and
crushed; the operation goes on constantly, night and day.

The history of this mine seems to settle the question about the
profitableness of deep mining, as the ore grows richer the farther it
gets from the surface. The mines at Grass Valley steadily increase in
richness as they descend from the surface. The owners of one mine have
been pocketing a profit of $200,000 per annum.

[Sidenote: THE QUARTZ MINERS.]

All the fortunes made in California mining operations have not come
from actual work upon the ledges. A great many men who never saw a
mine have become rich by speculation in mining stocks; some of them
have kept their money, but the majority have been unable to hold
to it, in consequence of their eagerness for more. It is safe to
say that more fortunes have been made by lucky sales of stock in
mining companies than by holding for dividends. There have been some
very large speculations in this kind of property, and at one time
Montgomery street in San Francisco rivaled Wall street in New York
in the magnitude of its operations. It is still a scene of financial
activity, though the speculation is less than of yore.

[Sidenote: “CLEANING THEM OUT.”]

The California speculators are up to all the tricks and equal to the
smartest of the Wall street men. A New York capitalist went there
once with the laudable intention of “cleaning them out”. There had
been a little flurry in the stock of a certain company, and it was
well known who were the holders of the property. One day he received
a telegram announcing that this mine had suddenly developed immense
quantities of very rich ore, and the stock would consequently make
an enormous advance. Other persons, who claimed to be his friends,
received the same intelligence, and told him of it in the strictest
confidence. The bait took, he bought all accessible stock of that
company, paying a liberal price, and rejoicing at the reception of
his news in advance of the market. The telegrams were all bogus;
his pretended friends assisted in stacking the cards so as to win.
The operators on the street used to speak of this as a very neat
transaction, and declared that Wall street could not excel it.

A great deal depends upon knowing when to sell out. A friend of mine
once bought fifteen feet of a mine, just opened, at ten dollars a
foot, and sold it a year later at sixteen thousand dollars a foot.
Three months later it could have been bought for not more than ten
times the original cost. One man, who held on, is still keeping ten
feet of the same mine, and is likely to do so.

Copper mining has been prosecuted to a considerable extent in
California, and at one time was very profitable, owing to the war
between Spain and Chili, which excluded the latter country from
the copper market. The principal copper mines in California are at
Copperopolis, in the foot-hills of the Sierra Nevadas, about forty
miles from Stockton. The ore is extracted in the form of sulphurets,
from a vein about twenty feet in width, which has reached a depth of
more than six hundred feet. In consequence of the expense of smelting
works, and the cost of fuel, it has been found more economical to
send the ore to England, and to the Atlantic coast, for reduction.
The sulphur is driven off by heat, and, after undergoing various
manipulations to rid it of foreign matter, the fine copper remains.
There are several mines at Copperopolis, all of them on the same vein.
The most profitable of them employed at one time more than twenty
ships in freighting its ore to the places where it was smelted. The
net profit to the owners of the mine for one year, during the Chilian
war, exceeded half a million dollars, but it fell off greatly with the
return of peace.

[Sidenote: COPPER AND SILVER MINES.]

The ore contains an average of twenty to twenty-five per cent. of
copper, the balance being sulphur and other chemicals, in combination
with such earthy substances as are ordinarily encountered in sulphate
veins. The richest copper mines of the coast are in Arizona, very near
the California line. Specimens from a mine on “Bill Williams’ Fork,”
eight miles from steamboat navigation, on the Colorado River, assayed
from sixty to seventy per cent. of copper. The ore from these mines
ought to yield from forty to fifty per cent. pure copper, and the
miners are confident of a richer return than this as they descend into
the earth.

Arizona is also rich in silver and gold, particularly the former, but
the climate is so unhealthy, and the Indians have such a persistent
habit of killing white men on frequent occasions, that a residence
there is not as desirable as a home on the banks of the Hudson, or the
Ohio. But as we are always ready to go wherever there is a prospect
of money-making, this out-of-the-way territory bids fair to become
peopled before many years have passed away. Steamboats are running
on the Colorado, and the Southern Pacific Railway taps the country,
so that the mines near it have a good prospect of development. Some
of the companies now in operation in Arizona sell their ore to
speculators, while the balance ship theirs to England for reduction.

The want of good coal mines is severely felt in California. Coal has
been discovered, and is being taken out in considerable quantities at
Mount Diabolo, thirty miles from San Francisco, but it is of inferior
quality, and unfit for many purposes where coal is used. The same
is the case with the coal from Bellingham Bay, British Columbia,
and from nearly all other points on the Pacific coast where mines
have been opened. The river steamers burn the California coal. Some
of the founders use it, as well as all the establishments on land
where the making of steam is the only object. It is said that ocean
steamers cannot burn it, in consequence of its tendency to spontaneous
combustion, when kept in the hold of a ship for any considerable time.
Coal is taken there from the Atlantic seaboard, and from Sydney, New
South Wales. If a mine, favorably located anywhere on the Pacific
coast, furnishing a good quality of coal, could be found, it would
yield a fortune to its owners.

[Sidenote: CALIFORNIA QUICKSILVER.]

I have spoken of gold, silver, and copper among the minerals, but
there is another metal which is an important product of the coast,
though the area of its production is somewhat limited. I allude to
quicksilver, which exists in quantities worthy of note, only in Spain,
California, and Peru. For a very long time the Almaden quicksilver
mine in Spain was the only one known, and it held a rigid monopoly of
the trade. The discoveries in Peru opened a new field, but, though
it reduced the price for a time, it did not seriously affect it. The
discovery in California threw such a quantity into the market, that
the whole quicksilver trade of the world is now ruled by it.

The great mine is at New Almaden, sixty miles south from San
Francisco. The ore is taken from a mine in the hills on the inside
of the Coast Range of mountains, and is found in chambers, instead
of veins. Some of the earthquakes that occasionally disturb San
Francisco, put money in the pockets of the New Almaden owners, as
they open up new and very rich chambers, not previously discovered.
The ore from which the quicksilver is taken is about the color of a
well-burned brick, and looks, when piled up for use, much like a heap
of broken granite and bricks. The ore is placed in furnaces, a wood
fire is built beneath, the quicksilver flies off in vapor, and is
caught and condensed in air-tight rooms, partly filled with water.
After condensation, it is bottled up in flasks containing 76-1/2
pounds, each of these being the same as the weight used at the Almaden
mine in Spain.

This mine has been the subject of much litigation, as indeed has
nearly everything valuable in California. The product in one year
was 47,194 flasks, worth about $50 per flask, or a total value of
$2,359,700. The cost of producing this result was about $800,000,
leaving a very fair margin of profit. The ore averages from twelve to
eighteen per cent. of quicksilver, and frequently exceeds the latter
figure. A piece of the ore which I picked up at the mine, lies before
me as I write. It is a deep red color, heavy, like a lump of lead, and
is said to contain about twenty per cent. of quicksilver.

[Sidenote: QUICKSILVER.]

A large quantity of quicksilver is used in gold and silver mining on
the Pacific coast, and the balance goes to various parts of the world.
Of the production of the year I mentioned, fourteen thousand flasks
were sent to China, ten thousand to London, five thousand to Peru, two
thousand to Chili, seven thousand to New York, two thousand to Mexico,
and two hundred to Australia.




XLIV.

RAPID TRANSIT IN NEW YORK.

     THE UNDERGROUND RAILWAY SCHEMES.—ELEVATED RAILWAY LINES.—THE
     WEST SIDE RAILWAY.—TRAVELLING ON LAMP POSTS.—ADVANTAGES OF
     A SECOND STORY ROAD.—ADVENTURES WITH THIEVES.—PERILS OF THE
     MODERN STREET CAR.—ARTISTIC PACKING OF PASSENGERS.—THE PNEUMATIC
     RAILWAY.—VANDERBILT’S SCHEME.—AN UNCOMFORTABLE JOURNEY.—SHOT FROM
     A GUN.


[Illustration: SECTION OF THE BROADWAY UNDERGROUND RAILWAY.]

For several years the people of New York city have been agitated on
the subject of rapid transit from one end of Manhattan Island to
the other. In one respect, New York is unlike any other city on the
globe. Nearly all its business is conducted at one end of the island
on which it stands, while nearly all the residences are at the other
end. Consequently, a large part of the population must be transported
in the morning from the upper part of Manhattan Island to the lower
end, and transported back again in the afternoon and evening. All the
lines of street railway and the stages are densely crowded at these
times. There is not a street car or an omnibus that is not packed to
its fullest capacity, in the morning, with people going down town, and
packed in a similar way, about sunset, with people going up town.

Travel at these times in the direction indicated is accompanied
with many annoyances. On some of the lines of street railway, the
passengers are stowed away very much like sardines in a can, or like
<DW64>s in the hold of a slave ship. Comfort is not at all considered.
Every man is anxious to reach his destination as speedily as possible,
and if the seats are all taken, he is willing to stand. Very often
passengers are wedged so closely that the movement of one affects
nearly all the rest, and a person near the middle of the car finds
it hard work to get out. Straps are suspended from horizontal bars
running fore and aft the car; and the standing passengers suspend
themselves from these straps.

[Sidenote: AN INGENIOUS DEVICE.]

An ingenious individual has devised a plan whereby the space above
the heads of the standing passengers may be utilized. He proposes
some additional straps, on which a few passengers can be suspended
horizontally, very much as dried fish in a museum are hung up against
the wall. The position would be uncomfortable, but comfort is a
secondary or tertiary consideration altogether.

The ordinary street car is designed to seat thirty-two passengers, but
very often as many as a hundred passengers are crowded on a single
vehicle. The front and rear platforms are occupied down to the very
edge of the steps. It is uncomfortable enough when the passengers are
sober and well-behaved; but when, as often happens, half of them are
drunk, and fifty per cent. of the drunken ones are quarrelsome, the
position becomes serious. A man who travels late at night on a main
line of street railway will have his love for sport fully gratified.
He may expect a broken rib every week or two, and, as the noble and
manly art prevails among the drunken gentlemen, he can be accommodated
with a fight whenever he wishes it, and very often when he doesn’t.

The modern science of pocket-picking is very much in fashion in New
York, and a goodly portion of the inhabitants seem to be engaged in
an effort to make an honest living by robbing the rest. On a densely
crowded car, one can frequently see gangs of pickpockets, varying
from two to half a dozen persons, and unless he is very attentive,
they will go through him without his knowing it. They are skilful
operators, and the rules of the profession forbid the practice of the
science until the artist is able to pick away a man’s eye-winkers
without his feeling it. I always look with pleasure on a man who
boasts that no pickpocket can rob _him_. His confidence begets
carelessness, and the result is, that he is generally robbed more than
any other man.

[Sidenote: SKILL OF PICKPOCKETS.]

With a long experience on street railways, it has been my pleasure
to suffer the depredations of pickpockets several times; and I will
do them the credit to say that their robberies were almost always
committed when I was on the lookout for them, and was quite confident
they could do me no harm. They never took my watch or pocket-book,
but on two occasions they have taken a letter case out of the inside
pocket of my coat, and once invaded my trousers, and carried off
a card case which had no cards in it. They have gone through my
overcoat, and relieved it of kerchiefs, and gloves, and such trifles,
and I was in blissful ignorance of their operations until some time
afterwards, when I happened to put a hand in my pocket, and found that
my property had gone.

Quite often I have seen the pickpockets “working” a car, and have
admired the effectual and artistic manner in which they perform
their duty. A few days before writing this description, I travelled
with five of these individuals on my way down town, and saw them
go from one end of the car to the other,—the vehicle was very much
crowded,—and after taking what watches and pocket-books they could
find, they left from the rear platform. The cry of robbers was raised
a little too late, and when the first announcement was made that
valuables had disappeared, they were off the car and three or four
blocks away. Two pocket-books and four watches were the result of that
evening’s enterprise—a very fair compensation for five minutes’ work.

The omnibuses are somewhat better in character than the street cars,
though they do not afford accommodations for standing, especially if
the passenger happens to be in the vicinity of six feet high. Many
persons do stand in them, however, and revenge themselves for their
discomfort by treading on the toes of the sitters at every lurch of
the carriage. Intoxicated people do not ride in the omnibuses as much
as in the street cars, partly for the reason that the majority of
drunkards live on the railway rather than on the omnibus routes, and
partly for the reason that it is not so easy to enter an omnibus as
to enter a street car. The car has a conductor, whose duty it is to
assist passengers on board and collect their fares, to kick off
the disorderly ones, and keep everybody on good behavior. Between the
pickpockets and passengers, the conductors generally occupy a neutral
position, very much like the woman in the celebrated contest between
her husband and a bear. The omnibus has no conductor, and as no one is
responsible for the conduct of the passengers, they generally behave
much better than on board a street car. If a man misbehaves himself in
the former vehicle, his fellow-passengers eject him; but in the latter
conveyance, the passengers do not wish to take upon themselves the
conductor’s duty, and as he is generally unwilling to perform it, it
is not performed at all.

Time is an important consideration on these lines of travel. There
are so many stoppages for landing and receiving passengers, so many
blockades arising from vehicles in the street, and from other causes,
that the journey from end to end of Manhattan Island is not a rapid
one. From the City Hall to Harlem, the ordinary time required is an
hour and a half, and proportionally for other distances. The omnibus
is even slower than the street car, as it has not the advantage of
rails on which to move, and makes frequent stoppages to wait for its
passengers. The consumption of time in city travel, added to the
annoyances, makes it very desirable that a more perfect system should
be devised.

[Sidenote: SCHEMES OF RAPID TRANSIT.]

Consequently the question of rapid transit has been very much debated,
and several schemes have been proposed. I shall not attempt to give
all the systems proposed for public consideration, as they would
occupy much more space than I have at my disposal. Some inventors
propose an underground railway, and some propose a railway elevated
sufficiently high to offer no obstacle to the passage of vehicles.
There has been a great deal of talk on the rapid transit question, but
up to this time comparatively little has been done. A single track
has been placed in the air on iron posts something like lamp posts,
and carried from the Battery through Greenwich Street, and connecting
streets and avenues, as far as Thirtieth Street. It is very doubtful
if it ever gets any farther, or if anything more than a single track
is built. The enterprise thus far has not met the expectations of its
projectors. It has swallowed up a great deal of money, and secured
very little travel. It carries passengers at a fair speed, but it has
had two or three accidents that have rendered the public distrustful
of its accomplishments.

[Sidenote: HOW TO STUDY PRIVATE LIFE.]

It possesses one advantage—that of enabling strangers to study the
private life of the people on second story floors along its route; and
for this reason I presume distinguished foreigners, who come to New
York, are generally invited to make a journey over this railway. By no
other means now known can so good a knowledge of the domestic habits
of New York be obtained. A gentleman who made a journey in one of
the cars of this road soon after its opening, stated that he counted
ninety-seven families at breakfast, of whom thirty-three were eating
fish, twenty-seven were eating beefsteaks or mutton-chops, while the
balance were sticking to bread and vegetables in various forms, or
were breakfasting on nothing at all. He saw thirteen family quarrels
in various stages of progress, and observed one lady, apparently
of foreign origin, discussing home affairs with a broom-handle. He
obtained an intimate knowledge of wearing apparel for both sexes, and
saw a great many things he had never seen before, and hardly expected
to see on so short a journey.

[Illustration: TUNNELING BROADWAY FOR THE UNDERGROUND RAILWAY.]

Soon after this Elevated Railway was begun, some enterprising
gentlemen undertook the construction of a railway under Broadway, on
the pneumatic plan. They leased a cellar at the corner of Broadway
and Warren Street, dug a tunnel under the sidewalk, and thence
directly under Broadway for a distance of two hundred and fifty feet.
It had been claimed that an underground railway could not be made
beneath Broadway without interfering greatly with the traffic of that
busy thoroughfare. The projectors of this line, known as the Beach
Pneumatic Railway, contended that they could do their work without
interference with travel, and they not only did it in that way, but
they kept the entire public ignorant of their operations until they
were ready to throw open the completed portion of their line for
inspection. They were at work three or four months before any outsider
obtained the least hint of what was going on, and for the last few
months of their work, the public dwelt almost entirely in conjectures.
It leaked out that something was being done there, but what it was,
nobody could exactly tell.

[Sidenote: OPENING AN UNDERGROUND RAILWAY.]

Finally, a certain day was fixed for the opening, and a great many
persons were invited to be present. They found a comfortable station
and waiting-room under the sidewalk of Warren Street. They found a
passenger car on the track, and a well-lighted tunnel, through which
they could walk, and listen to the rumbling of carriages overhead.
The tunnel was as dry and comfortable as brick-work and whitewash
could make it. Telegraph wires extended from end to end, so that
communication could be had at any moment with the engineer; and
although the distance was short, the car, in moving along the track,
attained considerable speed. They found powerful machinery, capable
of forcing thousands of cubic feet of air per minute, and propelling
the cars at a rapid rate. The machinery was moved by steam power, and
the cars were propelled by the force of the air pressing against them.
Whether the tube was five yards in length or five miles, as long as it
remained tight the car could be driven by the power of the stationary
machinery.

[Illustration: INTERIOR OF PNEUMATIC PASSENGER CAR.]

[Illustration: PORTAL OF THE BROADWAY TUNNEL.]

Unfortunately for the rapid prosecution of the enterprise, the
Pneumatic Railway was not, for the purpose of carrying passengers,
a chartered institution; and up to the time of writing, it has
never progressed farther than a single section, between Warren and
Murray Streets. Its projectors have full faith in its ultimate
success, and certainly the result of their enterprise, so far, has
been satisfactory. They claim to be able to drill their tunnels for
any distance, under any part of the city, without interfering with
business; and they even propose to push their way under the East
River, and thus extend their route to Brooklyn. They propose to have
stopping-places every half mile, where passengers can be taken up and
left, and they promise to run their cars from one end of New York to
the other inside of half an hour. They promise that there shall be
comfortable weather at all seasons of the year, and are very certain
that their route will never be blocked with snow. They assert that
collisions are impossible, because their mode of propulsion is such
that two cars cannot approach or go from each other on the same track
at the same time. One of the great troubles of operating a line of
railway by steam is the impossibility of making two trains pass each
other on a single track. Many a railway engine-driver has attempted
it, but on every occasion he has come to grief, and has generally
brought some of his passengers to an unhappy end. On an atmospheric
railway the attempt to make such a meeting and passage is, from the
nature of things, impossible; consequently accidents from this cause
can never occur.

[Sidenote: AN ELEVATED RAILWAY.]

Another atmospheric railway proposed for New York is to be elevated
in the air. An iron arch is to be thrown over the streets or avenues,
sufficiently high to permit the passage of vehicles beneath it, and
sufficiently strong to sustain a great weight. On the top of this
archway two large tubes are to be placed, each tube nine or ten feet
in diameter, and having a railway track inside, where car-wheels can
run. The pneumatic system is to be applied to the propulsion of these
cars, very much as it is used to propel the cars on the underground
line already described. It would possess most of the advantages of the
underground system, and there is no good reason to predict the failure
of a line constructed in this way.

Another elevated railway has an iron arch, similar to the one just
mentioned; but the roadway is open, and the cars are propelled by
steam. Its advocates are sanguine of success, and its opponents say
that it would frighten all the horses that come anywhere in sight
of it when its trains are in motion. But if the horses choose to
get frightened, that is their affair; and the probability is, that
they would soon become accustomed to the strange noise, and behave
themselves properly. Horses can be accustomed to anything. All that is
wanted is proper training.

Somebody has proposed a three-tier railway, having one line or track
under ground, another at the surface, and another elevated high in the
air. His scheme is a magnificent one, and has a good many advocates;
but the probability is, that some of the rival enterprises will be
completed before this is adopted, mainly for the reason that the cost
of their construction is much less.

Several years ago an underground railway company was chartered, and
set about the construction of a line. A little work had been done, and
only a little. The route was surveyed and laid out, and the managers
of the company set about raising the needed capital. Somehow the
desired money was not forthcoming, and up to this time the railway has
existed more on paper and in the minds of its advocates than in the
locality where it was to be constructed.

[Sidenote: THE VIADUCT RAILWAY.]

A year or so after this line was chartered, another scheme was
proposed for making a railway on brick arches, to be known as the
Viaduct Railway. It was in the hands of men then in power in New York,
and soon after the organization of the company it was announced that a
large amount of stock had been taken. The route was surveyed, and maps
were published, showing the proposed line of travel. There were many
real estate speculations growing out of it, and the supposition is,
that the managers of the Viaduct Railway pocketed handsome amounts of
money out of these speculations; but somehow the public did not grasp
with any confidence the enterprise, which was in the hands of the
magnates of the Tammany Ring, and the Viaduct Railroad, at the time I
write, exists only on paper.

After this failure to meet the much felt want, the genius of
Vanderbilt was brought into action. The commodore, as he was called,
was able, by the influence he could bring to bear on the legislature,
to secure a charter for an underground railway from City Hall to the
upper end of the island. He went at it in a business-like way, and
promised that in a few years one could ride under ground from the City
Hall to Harlem in twenty minutes.

If Vanderbilt had lived to the age of Methuselah, and continued in
vigorous health, he would doubtless have done something for rapid
transit whenever he found that it would carry business to his railway.
But his grand scheme of several years ago amounted to nothing, and
shrewd people suspected that he was satisfied with the existing
surface roads.

[Sidenote: SPHERICAL TRANSPORTATION.]

Among the schemes that have been proposed for rapid travel and
transportation of freight, there is one which purposes to make use
of tubes, either under ground or on the surface, in which spheres or
globes shall be placed, and propelled by means of a rapid current
of air. The inventor claims that a sphere will move through a tube
with very little friction, and can be driven with great rapidity.
He would make a tube several feet in diameter, and have his spheres
so arranged that they could be opened and filled with freight, then
closed, properly fastened, placed in the tube, and started. I believe
that he proposes to propel them one or two hundred miles an hour, at
comparatively slight expense. For certain kinds of freight this mode
of transportation and propulsion might be well enough, but there are
things for which it would not answer. Imagine, for example, one of the
spheres filled with fresh strawberries in Virginia for transportation
to New York. The strawberries would be constantly rolled against each
other, so that by the time they reached New York they would be in a
condition of jelly.

As a passenger route this line would have great disadvantages. Imagine
a man enclosed in a sphere, either doubled or laid out horizontally,
to make a journey from New York to Washington. He would be standing
alternately on his head and on his feet about one hundred times a
minute, and if he went through alive it would be a wonder, and he
would be likely to be very much confused; especially if he were not
packed tightly in his travelling-box, he would have a rough time of
it. Every square inch of his body would be covered with bruises, and,
besides, he would have a hard time to breathe, as the supply of air
would be exceedingly limited.

[Illustration: THE BOMB FERRY—TRAVEL IN THE 30TH CENTURY.]

[Illustration: THE PUBLIC HIGHWAY—TRAVEL IN THE 30TH CENTURY.]

I believe the inventor proposes that all parcels going by his route
should be tightly packed; consequently, it would be necessary to wrap
the passengers and secure them somewhat after the style of an Egyptian
mummy, and stow them in their places by means of an hydraulic press.
None of this mode of travel for me, if you please.

[Sidenote: PROPULSION BY GUNPOWDER.]

I have heard of a scheme of locomotion in which the inventor proposed
to load his passengers into a large cannon, having a bore of three
or four yards, and then shoot them to their destination. The journey
could be made fast enough, but such a mode of travel is liable to
accidents, both on starting and stopping. If one could get off and
be well under way without being singed by the powder, he would run a
great risk of being somewhat injured when reaching his stopping-place.
“It was not the falling,” said a hod-carrier one day, speaking of a
tumble of twenty or thirty feet,—“it was not the falling that hurt me,
darling, but the stopping so quick at the end.”




XLV.

THE TUNNELS, AND THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD IN LONDON.

     DESCRIPTION OF THE LONDON HARBORS—THE CATHARINE DOCK—ENORMOUS
     STORE-HOUSES—HOW THE TUNNEL WAS BUILT—PLAN OF THE FRENCH ENGINEER,
     ISAMBERT BRUNEL—HOW THE WORK WAS CHECKED BY A BREAK IN THE BED
     OF THE THAMES—SIX LIVES LOST—REMARKABLE RESCUE OF THE SON OF MR.
     BRUNEL—ENORMOUS LABOR AND STRUGGLE AGAINST THE ELEMENTS—TRIUMPH
     AT LAST—THE MOST REMARKABLE RAILROAD IN THE WORLD—LONDON
     CROSSED UNDERGROUND BY A SERIES OF TUNNELS—HOW LIGHT AND AIR IS
     PRODUCED—THE NEWEST IMPROVEMENTS OF THE ROAD—THE CARS PASSING
     UNDER THE DWELLING OF THE DEAD.


[Sidenote: THE DOCKS OF LONDON.]

The London harbor belongs to the grandest and most interesting ones in
the world. Here in vivid writing the history of the English commerce
is recorded; from this point, a gigantic net of navigation is spread
all over the globe. Voices from all parts of the world, of animals
and men; all human races, of every color, from the deepest black to
the palest white of the inhabitants on the shores of the White Sea,
are met with. Merchandise is taken in here, which has undergone an
uninterrupted travel of three-quarters of a year, until at last it
found here a preliminary object, and the statistics alone can give
an idea of the immense amount of products of all lands, which are
unloaded in this harbor, and stored in the enormous magazines. The
harbor-basins, where those store-houses are situated, are crowded
with boats for unloading the wares, give a refuge to colossi of
ships; here the steam-whistles resound; columns of smoke rise to the
sky; chains are rattling and cranes are creaking. In those long,
extended buildings, which are almost as large as a country town, the
merchandise is stored, free of duty until it is put in the market.
Oil, wine, tobacco, silk, wood, flour, etc., etc., are stored in
innumerable vaults, in the six stories of the monstrous buildings.
Steam is in operation to unload the ships, and small railroads
allow the wares to be easily transported. The principal of these
store-houses are the Catharine-docks, which are easily to be reached
from the Tower. It is only separated from this gloomy witness of the
reign of tyranny of the Middle Ages, by a street, and here one is
astonished at the hubbub which is going on. These docks were opened
to the traffic in 1828; in former times, one thousand two hundred and
fifty houses, with eleven thousand three hundred inhabitants were
found there. The flood-gates which lead to the basin are so deep that,
at the time of tide, ships of seven hundred tons (one ton equals
forty-two cubic feet) can easily enter and leave. The store-houses
have a capacity of one hundred and ten thousand tons. The Catharine
steamboat-wharf is especially used as pier for the steamers which
come from the continent. A whole series of docks is connected with
the Catharine-docks. Among them are the London-docks, with room for
two hundred and twenty thousand tons of goods, and a cellar with
a capacity of eight million two hundred and twenty-five thousand
gallons. The tunnel of the Thames leads from that part of the city
which is south of the London-docks, two miles below London Bridge, to
Rotherhithe, which lies on the right shore of the Thames.

[Sidenote: HOW THE EXCAVATIONS WERE MADE.]

The Thames flows through the city of London, and divides it into
two parts. Many bridges span the river, but they are insufficient
in number for the great traffic, and the idea was entertained of
constructing a new bridge. It must be so constructed, however, that
the largest vessels could pass under it. In order to avoid this,
Vesey commenced, at the beginning of this century, to build a tunnel
under the Thames, which plan, although it was nearly executed, had
to be relinquished in 1809, on account of too many obstacles. In
the year 1823, the idea was revived. The French engineer, Isambert
Brunel, looking at the keel of a ship, saw how the worms hollowed out
their single passages into the ship, by corridors closely adjoining
each other, and conceived the idea that a great tunnel might be
constructed by proceeding in the same way. He had twelve boxes made
without bottom, such as are used for a foundation for water-works.
These frames he placed perpendicularly, the one next to the other, and
divided each in three parts, by means of traverses, so that he had, in
all, thirty-six divisions, which served as points of commencement for
the excavations of so many single shafts.

Each one of these divisions was designed for one laborer; it was
open in the back and in front, supported by many planks, which were
movable. All the frames together were called the shield. This shield
was placed before the portions of ground to be excavated; the laborer
removed one of the planks, and commenced digging, placed the plank,
afterwards, against the sides of the shaft, which had been digged, and
supported it in this position by heavy poles; the work was continued
in the same way. As soon as the laborer had advanced to the same
length in all the three divisions of a frame, it was pushed forward by
two dummies, one of which worked at the top, the other at the bottom,
into the excavated space.

As soon as the frame had advanced, masons commenced vaulting
immediately behind the laborers; the shield, however, protected the
earth until the vaults were ready, and the rolls, which now had been
built, in their turn served as support for the dummies, by which
the single frames were pushed forward. To this so simple means of
excavating, London owes her underground railroad, which had long been
considered as a work impossible of achievement.

In the year 1824, an action-company was formed for the restoration
of the tunnel, and soon the only point where such a work could be
commenced, was found. It was between Rotherhithe and Wapping, between
London and Greenwich.

[Sidenote: SINKING THE CYLINDERS.]

At this point, the shores of the Thames are one thousand one hundred
and forty-four feet apart. The construction was commenced, in 1825,
by building a cylinder of brick on the side of Rotherhithe, at a
distance from the water of one hundred and fifty-five feet. This
cylinder was forty-three feet high, half a foot thick, and had a
diameter of fifty-three feet. Over the upper opening, Brunel placed
an engine of thirty horse-power, which took the earth and the water
from the interior, until, in that way, the cylinder had sunk sixty-six
feet deep into the earth. Now he placed a second cylinder within the
first, which had a diameter of only sixteen and one-half feet, and
sunk it, in the same manner, eighty-two and one-half feet deep. The
tunnel now commences from the first cylinder, at a depth of sixty-two
and one-half feet; its breadth is thirty-nine and one-half, and its
height twenty-three feet, the wall inclusive. The section is formed by
two ovals, which touch each other; in that way, two vaulted corridors
are made, each of which is almost sixteen and one-half feet high, and
has a road for carriages, and one for pedestrians, the one next to the
other. Both corridors are united by openings, in which are gas-lights,
which lighten them both.

At the beginning of 1826, they commenced the horizontal labor for
the tunnel proper, from the bottom of this shaft. They soon came,
from a firm, clay soil, to a loose, moist layer of sand, but, some
time afterwards, clay was met with again. The construction progressed
slowly but steadily; every day two feet were accomplished. On the 80th
of June, 1826, the construction reached the bed of the river, and on
the 2d of March of the following year, they had advanced four hundred
and seventy-five feet, or almost one-third of the length of the tunnel
had been completed.

Although the tunnel was constructed with such a decline that at every
three hundred and thirty feet, it inclined almost nine and one-half
feet, the top of the tunnel approached, at the middle of the river,
the bed, by three meters. Till now, every thing had gone on very
well, although the obstacles and dangers for the laborers increased
the more they approached the bed of the stream. Brunel did not lose
his courage, and the increasing danger more than once imperiled his
life. With the purpose of examining the bed of the Thames, himself,
he went down into the deep with a diving-bell, on the 22d of April,
1827, which bold undertaking he repeated for several days. He found,
at several points, the reason why the water trickled through, and,
consequently, he sunk there several baskets and bags with clay and
lime.

[Sidenote: A FATAL ACCIDENT.]

He purposely dropped several tools, shovels and a hammer, and when
the laborers, a few days afterwards, digged out in the tunnel some
watery substance, they found every one of the tools. So these tools
had worked through the sand and mud beds of twenty-nine feet of the
Thames, and to the depth of the tunnel; a very bad indication of
the loose substance of the soil. However, the labor was continually
pushed forward, when, unfortunately, several large vessels, which had
drifted down with the stream, threw their anchors exactly over the
tunnel. The consequence was such a violent rush of the water of the
Thames, that the engines could not master it longer. All efforts were
in vain. The laborers saved themselves, the tunnel was filled, within
a quarter of an hour, with water and some thousand tons of sand and
mud. This happened on the 18th of May, 1827. Brunel did not lose his
courage. Again he went down, in his diving-bell, to the hole which
had been made, and, to his great joy, he saw that the masonry had not
been harmed, and his shield stood on the same spot where the laborers
had left it. He commenced, at once, to repair the damage. With sixty
thousand hundredweights of clay, let down in baskets, he filled the
hole, and pumped the tunnel dry with several engines. A month after
the disaster, the work went on again. This accident, however, seemed
to be the beginning of a series of misfortunes, which threatened the
continuation of the tunnel. The laborers had lost their courage, by
the last disaster, which had almost proved fatal to them. One cry of
alarm followed another, when masses of combustible gas filled the
interior, and, at the least carelessness with the lamps, exploded, and
filled the whole empty space with flames and such a terrible stench
that the laborers swooned. However, up to the 12th of January, 1828,
they had advanced fifty-three feet farther, when the flood broke, for
a second time, through the ceiling. This unfortunate incident was
paid for by the lives of six laborers. The son of Brunel was, at
that time, in the tunnel; he crept forward, blindly, in the space,
which was blacker than night, then the current of water took him up,
but, happily, it forced him up into the shaft. This second hole was
at a distance of six hundred and twenty-seven feet from the entrance.
Again, Brunel went down to the bottom of the river; the tunnel was
pumped dry, and it was proved that the masonry had not been damaged.

[Sidenote: OPENING OF THE TUNNEL.]

Now the means for continuing the work commenced to give out, and it
was interrupted for seven years. At last, the government supplied the
means for its completion. The work commenced anew, but it proceeded
very slowly; the bed of the river proved to be so soaked through that
a new bed had to be formed; the shield, which, till now, had been
used, was damaged, and had to be replaced by another. Three times,
again, the water forced its way through the ceiling. However, the
work went on, amid the uninterrupted struggles with the obstacles of
the soil and the elements, and on the 13th of August, 1841, Isambert
Brunel had the satisfaction to walk through the whole length of the
tunnel, after continuous struggles and labor of sixteen years! After
the entrance and exit of the tunnel had been constructed, the tunnel
was opened, with great festivities, for the general traffic.

The gigantic labor took three million five hundred thousand dollars.
Everybody passing through it has to pay one penny.

Brunel, the able architect, was made a baronet, by the queen. He died
in 1849.

The tunnel, in the beginning, paid so little that those who held bonds
were obliged to pay for a part of the repairs, but, in 1865, the
tunnel was bought by the East London railroad company, for two hundred
thousand pounds, and at the present time, forty railroad-trains
are going up and down under the water of the Thames, and effect
the communication between Wapping and Rotherhithe, where the great
Commercial and West India-docks are found, which are the greatest
in the world, and which have room for four hundred and fifty West
Indiamen.

[Sidenote: UNDERGROUND RAILROAD.]

The underground railroad in London is the most remarkable one on the
globe, as its rails are laid almost entirely in tunnels. It was opened
in January, 1863, and was built by the civil engineers, J. Fowler and
Mason Johnson, with the purpose of connecting the four most important
railroad stations on the north side of the Thames. It commences at the
last station of the Great Western road, and terminates in the City.
The road has six or seven halts, and is laid above the ground only,
where the lots lying in the line of the road, and the buildings on
them, could be cheaply purchased; for the greatest part, however, the
road is underground, and leads through tunnels, which are lighted by
gas. The stations have platforms of a length of two hundred and five
feet, and a breadth of ten feet.

The road follows, with its double track, the direction of the streets;
it curves, however, considerably, to such an extent, even, that in
a distance of four English miles, mostly underground, it makes a
curve, the diameter of which is six hundred and twenty-seven feet. The
tunnels, constructed with an elliptic section, are about twenty-nine
and one-half feet wide, and sixteen feet high. The walls are all
twelve inches thick, and built of brick with hydraulic lime, on
account of the moisture. The greatest ascent of the road is one foot
per hundred, and the greatest depth under the surface of the earth,
fifty-six feet. Good light and sufficient ventilation is not wanting,
and the new locomotives, which consume their own steam and smoke,
prove to be a perfect success. The stations of Baker street and Gower
street, have a peculiar system of illumination. Fourteen enormous
windows open on both sides of the immense, dark vaults. The daylight,
which they allow to enter, falls on a perpendicular wall of white,
polished tiles, and is reflected through the windows proper, sidewise
in the halls. Nevertheless, the light is only feeble, gloomy, and
vague. The real sun of London underground is gas. Even the passenger
cars are provided with it. From six o’clock in the morning, till after
midnight, a train goes up and down every twenty minutes, and the
charges are less than those of the omnibuses. The road has cost
about one million one hundred and twenty-five thousand pounds, for the
construction proved to be a very difficult one, as well on account of
the water-works, gas-works, etc., which of course had to be avoided,
and which often suddenly presented themselves as obstacles, but also
on account of the unstable nature of the soil, which necessitated very
expensive constructions.

[Illustration: UNDERGROUND RAILROAD STATION, ALDGATE, LONDON.]

Lately, the underground railroad has been extended, and the new
Aldgate station has been opened to the public.

[Sidenote: REMARKABLE ENGINEERING WORKS.]

Although this extension amounts to only half a mile in length, it has
involved great expense, because of the remarkable engineering works
that were required; for example, the walls of some of the immense tea
warehouses of the St. Catharine Dock Company, eighty-six feet high,
and four feet thick, had to be “underpinned,” and deeper foundations
put in for them; but this work was successfully carried out without
the slightest injury to the buildings. In spite of all obstacles, the
diversion of nine great sewers, and the construction of a large sewer,
five feet by three feet, beneath the rails along the whole length of
the line, the works have been promptly completed. The excavations were
just outside where the old City walls stood, and a few Roman relics
were found. Outside the new station, twenty feet below the surface,
was discovered an immense deposit of bullocks’ horns, cartloads of
which were removed and sold. No other bones were with them, and how
they came there in such numbers is a mystery.

There are plenty of openings for ventilation along the new line.
Aldgate station is the lightest and airiest station along the line.
The glass roof extends half the length of the platform; the other
half length is covered by narrower roofs, supported on wooden pillars
rising from the platforms themselves. The front of the station is
in High street, Aldgate, a door or two from the old church of St.
Botolph, and opposite to the Minories.

Entering the station-building on High street, the visitor passes
by easy steps down the landing, thence by the stairs to whichever
platform he desires to reach. The situation of the terminus is most
convenient, and will bring the company a large amount of business.
Within a short distance, are the London and the St. Catharine’s docks,
Fenchurch and Leadenhall streets, the Commercial road, and the densely
populated neighborhoods of Whitechapel and Towerhill. Thus the eastern
extremity of the City, and the best business parts of the East End,
will be brought within a few minutes’ journey of Holborn and the West
End of London, the Great Northern, Great Western, Midland, and Chatham
& Dover Railways. The increase in the fares to Aldgate will be only a
penny per ticket. All the trains of the Metropolitan Railway Company
will run through to the new station, except the Great Western mainline
trains, which are few in number. A marble tablet in the Aldgate
station records the fact that this extension of the Metropolitan
Railway was commenced on March 1, 1876, and gives the names of Sir
Edward Watkin, chairman of the company, and his fellow-directors;
the general manager, Mr. Myles Fenton; Mr. Brady, the engineer; and
Messrs. Lucas and Aird, contractors.

[Sidenote: RAPID-TRANSIT RAILWAY SYSTEM.]

During Sir Edward Watkin’s visit to New York, a few months ago, he
gave some very interesting particulars concerning the operation of the
rapid-transit railway system of London.

The London underground railroad companies, he said, already had
about sixteen miles of road in operation, and in a few months they
would have twenty miles of completed road. They were negotiating
for a still further extension of their routes, and would in time
burrow under the whole city of London. These roads had proved to be
a greater convenience to the poorer classes than to wealthy persons.
The average fare collected was five cents, and the rate per mile was
reduced, by a system of commutation, to one penny. These roads carried
seventy million passengers a year. Heavy locomotives were used, and
one thousand trains per day, each having a carrying capacity for one
thousand persons, were run over them. The rate of speed was very
great. The cost was five million dollars per mile, of which about
four-fifths was due to damages to real estate caused by cutting
through blocks of buildings and tunneling under houses. In some places
the roads ran under graveyards without disturbing the graves and the
vaults above.

This enormous cost for land would be wholly saved in New York, because
here the railway lines would be longitudinal with and run directly
under the main streets, without invading private property. But in
London, owing to the formation of the city, the underground roads
pass athwart the streets and cut through private property in all
directions. The citizens of London have ascertained, by practical
experience, that the underground system is the best, have invested in
it upward of eighty millions of dollars, and are annually increasing
the investment and extending the works.

Sir Edmund said that ninety-three per cent. of the passengers on the
London underground roads traveled only short distances, and only seven
per cent. of them were carried to the end of the various routes.

[Sidenote: OVERCROWDING THE CARS.]

The underground line is admirably managed, the only objection to it
being the overcrowding of the carriages. A London man once said to us:
“I can very seldom get a seat in a train, when I travel on it, not
because I am so big, but because the other fellows take up all the
room. This overcrowding is a great inconvenience to ladies, who use
the railroad quite as much as the other sex. It serves them in their
calling or on shopping expeditions, in lieu of cabs or omnibuses. The
last report of the underground railroad presented to the shareholders
shows that the number of passengers carried, during the last half
year, was twenty-six million two hundred thousand, which seems an
enormous number, nearly fifty-two million five hundred thousand per
year. One would suppose that with such patronage the road must pay.

[Sidenote: RAILROAD UNDER WATER.]

The most remarkable feature of this new work is the fact that a
considerable portion of the line is built under water. The commerce
of the world may be said to float and navigate directly over a
part of the roof of the tunnel, which extends southeasterly, from
the Liverpool street station of the Great Eastern Railway, passing
directly under the warehouses and water-basin of the London-docks,
thence under the embankment, across and under the Thames river, to the
New Cross station of the Southeastern Railway, thus connecting all the
roads named, and also the London & Brighton and South London lines. At
Shadwell and Whitechapel, magnificent stations, each four hundred and
fifty feet in length, have been erected. The total cost of this new
line, which is a little less than six miles in length, has been three
million two hundred thousand pounds, or sixteen millions of dollars.
Of the advantageous nature of this line to the public, the London
papers say there is no doubt. That portion of the line under the
Thames passes through the old Thames tunnel, built by the celebrated
engineer, M. I. Brunel. This work, of which I spoke before, never
proved of much value to the public until brought into use several
years ago as a railway tunnel.




XLVI.

DUNGEONS.

     LIFE IN THEM.—ANCIENT DUNGEONS.—THE PRISON OF ST. PAUL.—THE
     DUCAL PALACE.—“SOTTO PIOMBI.”—THE POZZI.—SHUT UP IN THE DARK
     CELLS.—A NIGHT OF HORROR.—A GUIDE’S BLUNDER.—DUNGEONS OF ST.
     PETERSBURG.—PETER THE GREAT TORTURING HIS SON.—A PRINCESS DROWNED
     IN PRISON.


A great many people have at some time in their lives been in dungeons;
some of their own accord, and others much against their wills. Those
who have gone there voluntarily rarely stay long, as their visits are
made out of curiosity; and curiosity in regard to dungeons is very
speedily satisfied. I have been in a fair number of dungeons, but I
generally made my way out of them with very little delay. They are not
very agreeable places of residence; and if one of them were assigned
to me as a spot to dwell in, I should get out at the earliest moment,
when it was in my power to do so.

A dungeon is an old-fashioned institution, but it is not altogether
out of date. If the history of all the dungeons in the world could
be written, there would be many startling tales narrated, and many
volumes could be made concerning what has transpired within them.

In the days of the ancient Romans, every emperor of good and
respectable standing kept a private dungeon for his own use; and
he had a good many public ones lying round loose for his friends
to occupy. Some emperors kept their dungeons well stocked at all
times, with an assorted lot of humanity. They were not particular as
to age or sex, as long as they could have their dungeons liberally
patronized. Nero did a fine business in the dungeon line, and
successfully rivalled many of his competitors. He displayed great
ingenuity in starving his prisoners, and occasionally in putting them
to death; and so did others of the Roman rulers. Nero was a festive
old fraud, and did not mind putting his friends to a good deal of
trouble in order to amuse himself. I have elsewhere alluded to his
fine array of gridirons, toasting-forks, racks, and thumb-screws with
which he used to get up exhibitions of a very select character.

[Sidenote: IN THE PRISON OF ST. PAUL.]

Many of the old dungeons are now closed, partly for want of business,
and partly for the reason that their present proprietors have a
delicate regard for the reputation of their ancestors, and do not wish
any prominence given to these old prisons. Other dungeons are kept
open to visitors, but nobody is confined in them. One of the most
celebrated dungeons of Rome, for instance, is that in which St. Paul
was involuntarily lodged during a part of his stay in Rome. There are
two dungeons, one below the other: the upper one is not altogether
uncomfortable, though its space is rather restricted, and does not
afford much room for exercise.

When I visited this place the guide pointed out several of its
peculiar features: one of them is an impression of a human face in
the solid rock, at the side of the staircase; and he related, with
great solemnity, that while St. Paul was being led down the stairs his
keeper pushed him, and pressed his face against the stone. An ordinary
face, he explained, would have been injured by the operation, but a
miracle was performed, in the instantaneous softening of the rock, so
as to receive the visage of the apostle without injury. The impression
thus made remains to this day.

Another curious feature is the spring of water from which St. Paul
baptized one of his jailers. It is related that one of the jailers
became converted, and desired Paul to baptize him. No water was at
hand for the purpose; but a miracle was performed, by the opening of
the rock in the floor of the dungeon and the appearance of a spring of
water. This spring remains at this day, and contains water apparently
fresh and sweet. The keeper of the place dipped a quantity of the
water from the spring, and offered it to our party for drinking.

We were about to drink, when the guide who accompanied us shook his
head, and intimated that the liquid was not good. We did not taste it;
and therefore I cannot speak positively as to its character. A picture
has been painted, and is preserved in the room above, showing the
miraculous opening of the floor, the water rising like a fountain from
the rock, and the apostle engaged in the act of baptizing the jailer,
who is kneeling before him.

In the middle ages every owner of a feudal castle had a dungeon about
his premises, though it was not always under ground. Sometimes it was
hewn out of the solid rock which formed the foundation of the edifice,
and sometimes it was in a high tower placed at one corner, where the
occupant could look out and enjoy the scenery, though he was debarred
from any practical knowledge of it other than what he could obtain
through his eyes. Many a person has lived and suffered for years, shut
up in a high tower where he could look out on the world around him
with the consciousness that he was never more to enjoy his liberty.

[Sidenote: “SOTTO PIOMBI.”]

The Ducal Palace of Venice was well provided in the dungeon line.
There were prisons under the roof of the palace which were known
amongst the Italians as the “Sotto Piombi,” or “Under the Leads.”
They were so named from their position, directly under the roof. They
were hot as ovens in summer, and as cold as refrigerators in winter,
and they were connected with the room where the famous Council of Ten
used to sit. From these prisons persons accused of crimes against the
republic were taken before the Council, whose members sat with their
faces covered with masks, and their bodies wrapped in cloaks and
mantles, so that it was utterly impossible to identify them. To be
dragged before the Council was equivalent to a sentence of death; and
generally the trial of an offender would be very brief.

Any one could make an accusation against a person, who would be
speedily arrested and taken to trial. He never knew who were his
accusers; and very often he did not know what testimony was to be
given against him.

[Sidenote: THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS.]

From the Council Chamber he was generally taken to execution, though
not always; in either case he was led across the famous Ponte di
Sospiri, or Bridge of Sighs; and according to tradition the bridge
received its name because prisoners, weeping and sighing, were led
across it for execution, or were taken from the prison for trial
before the Council of Ten.

Byron has written,—

    “I stood in Venice by the Bridge of Sighs,
    A palace and a prison on either hand.”

Between the Ducal Palace and the prison proper of Venice there is a
narrow canal. The bridge is elevated far above the water, and has two
passages, each about four feet in width. In regard to these passages
traditions differ: one tradition is, that the two were designed, one
for noble prisoners, and one for plebeians, while another says that
they were used indifferently, patrician or plebeian being allowed
either passage without regard to the rank or position he held. The
reader can accept whichever explanation suits him best.

Down beneath the palace was a real dungeon: it could never have been
an inviting place, and it is very far from being so at this day. No
effort is made to keep it in fine condition: it is not carpeted;
its walls are not painted, neither are they frescoed. I remember on
my first visit that, after we had wandered through the palace, our
guide descended a series of stairways, and finally brought us to a
place below the level of the water which surrounds Venice. “Here,”
said he, “are the dungeons; and here is where many state prisoners,
who offended the laws of Venice, passed the portion of their lives
immediately preceding their deaths. You can enter them, gentlemen, and
see how you would like them.”

[Sidenote: IMPRISONED IN THE LOWEST DEPTH.]

Torches were lighted, and we told the guide that we preferred to
follow him. On we went, where not a ray of light from the outer world
could reach us. Had our torches been extinguished we should have been
in darkness as deep as that of the lowest and most elaborate mine in
the world. It did not require a vivid imagination to roll back the
centuries, and bring before us the thousands and thousands of men who
had lain there, day after day, without hope, until led to trial, and
thence to execution. What a world of mystery lies concealed in these
prisons! Here is the cell where Marino Faliero was confined; and
here is the cell where Jacopo Foscari passed the days preceding his
execution; and here is the cell where dozens of men of noble birth and
gentle rearing were kept day after day, till they died of starvation
and for want of fresh air. The cells are little boxes, some of them
not more than six or eight feet square, and not high enough to allow
a tall man to stand erect. One cell is only four feet high; and it
was said that a healthy man confined in this cell generally died on
the sixth day, owing to the dampness and impurity of the air he was
compelled to breathe.

To have a practical realization for a few moments of the horrors of
imprisonment, we entered one of these cells, and told the guide to
take away the torches and not to return for five minutes, whether
we called him or not. He went away; the air had been chilly, damp,
and disagreeable; and it seemed ten times more so as the light
disappeared. The darkness was of the intensest blackness; we could not
distinguish anything. With our faces turned towards the door of the
cell it seemed the same; the finger held an inch before the eye was
no more visible than if it had been cut off and buried a hundred feet
deep in the earth.

One minute was quite enough of this sort of thing, and we were
inclined to shout for the guide, when we remembered that we had told
him to get out of hearing, and not to return even if we called.

I almost expected the ghost of one of the departed occupants to rise
before me, and add to the discomfort of the occasion. A ghost is bad
enough anywhere; but I always prefer to encounter him above ground,
and where there is, at least, enough light to enable me to see him.
Had one of those gentlemen made his appearance, it would have been
necessary for him to bring a lantern, or rub his unearthly limbs with
phosphorus, to enable us to see him.

But no ghost made his appearance, possibly for the reason that the
body in the flesh had had quite enough of that place, and had no wish
to send his shadow back again. The five minutes’ absence of the guide
seemed at least an hour, and when he returned we welcomed him with all
the enthusiasm with which we would have welcomed a brother from whom
we had been separated a dozen years. We told him that we thought he
had been away much longer than the time stipulated, but he assured us
he had not.

On narrating this incident afterwards to a party of gentlemen in
Paris, I was told of a similar experience, only a great deal more
so, of a couple of travellers, one an Englishman and the other an
American, who tried the experiment which we did. It seems that the men
wished for a little taste of imprisonment, and sent away their guide
for half an hour.

It happened to be near the close of the day. Their guide was a stupid
fellow, and thought he would improve his thirty minutes by retiring to
a _Trattoria_ to indulge in a bottle of cheap wine. So he came out of
the palace and crossed the Piazzetta San Marco to a restaurant near
the corner of the piazza. He took his wine, indulged himself for about
twenty minutes, and then started on his return. He had not observed
the hour of his departure from the palace, and when he returned to
the entrance he found it closed. It was the time for closing, and the
persons in charge of the premises had shut the doors and gone away.

[Sidenote: SHUT UP ALL NIGHT.]

Here was a predicament. He had left the two gentlemen down in the
dungeon in total darkness, where he could not reach them, and where
their shouts could not be heard. He tried to obtain an entrance to the
palace, and to explain the matter, but the porters were obstinate,
and did not believe his story. Italians are very suspicious, and the
custodian of the palace suspected that he wished to get inside in
order to steal something; so they turned him away, and he walked off
sorrowing.

It was during the time Venice was under the rule of Austria. The
Austrian officers were never inclined to show any favors to the
Italians, and consequently the appeals of the guide to those in charge
of the city were of no avail. So, finally, with Italian resignation
to what could not be very well helped, he went home, wrapped himself
in the bosom of his family, and slept the sleep of the innocent and
conscientious.

[Sidenote: MAKING A NIGHT OF IT.]

Meantime the two travellers were having a good time of it down below.
They stood it for a while very well, but the half hour appeared to
them three or four times what it really was. Very soon the thing
ceased to be a joke. They were well aware that the time might seem
long to them, but they thought it was stretching itself out altogether
too much for comfort. They were in a cell where they could not
walk around, and where there was no chance to kill time by turning
summersaults or playing leap-frog. They stood a while and talked; then
they stood a while and swore; and then they had another period of
standing still and shouting. The facilities for standing still were
unlimited, but those for doing anything else were very much restricted.

They shouted themselves hoarse, and obtained no response. The result
of their swearing was pretty nearly the same. They began to grow
hungry and thirsty, but there was nothing to eat, and there were no
materials at hand for quenching their thirst. The half hour extended
to an hour, and then to two hours, and then they concluded to sit down
and wait for the fellow to come back. They had no means of knowing how
time was passing, as their watches were not of that peculiar kind that
strikes the hours, and tells you how you are getting along.

They listened and listened, and finally they heard sounds; but they
were not welcome ones, as they were caused by the rats that ran about
the place. The rats seemed to have a fondness for the dungeon. They
did not make much noise, and could only be heard when the strangers
were perfectly still; but there they were in goodly numbers, and their
presence was not consoling to the travellers.

From hungry and thirsty they began to grow sleepy, but the facilities
for sleeping were not good. The furniture of these prisons was never
elaborate, even in the days of the glory of Venice. The rulers of
that city never thought of providing their prisons with upholstered
sofas, and four-post bedsteads. The furniture generally consisted of
a bundle or two of straw, and possibly a chain. Sometimes a stool
was added, but it was a luxury which every prisoner did not possess.
There was neither straw nor sofa in the cell at the time these unhappy
travellers were shut up there, and consequently, if they wished to
sleep, they must lie down on the bare floor of stone and hard earth,
at the risk of taking cold and spoiling their store clothes.

[Sidenote: RATS AND THEIR FAMILIARITIES.]

They compromised the matter by sitting down in the corners and taking
occasional winks of sleep. Their slumbers were not of long duration,
and were interrupted by the rats running over them, and making
themselves remarkably free, considering that they had never been
introduced.

Hour after hour passed away. One of the men said, “it seemed as if we
were shut up a full month; and,” said he, “I suppose if I had been
alone it would have seemed to me about six months.”

Finally, in the morning, as soon as the palace was opened, the guide
returned with his torches, and rescued the prisoners from their
confinement. He tried to make them believe that he had only been gone
about half an hour, and he almost convinced them of the truth of his
averment, by proceeding to show them, in a very mechanical way, the
other curiosities of the place, and to tell them it would soon be
sunset, when he would go home and prepare to show them the way to
the theatre in the evening. He told them, “I suppose, gentlemans, it
seemed to you as if you were there a good many hours. It always seem
so to gentlemans; they say so always.”

The travellers admitted that it did seem as if they had been there a
good many hours; and as they came up stairs, saw the sun rising, and
saw the movements of the people indicating that it was morning, they
perceived how they had been treated. Without heeding the request of
the guide to be paid for his trouble, they kicked him from the door of
the Ducal Palace half away across the piazzetta, and left him to go
home without any fee for his day’s services, and with the impression
of an English and an American boot painfully evident on his person.

[Sidenote: DUNGEON ON THE BANKS OF THE NEVA.]

On the banks of the Neva, in St. Petersburg, there are some famous
dungeons in which prisoners of state have been confined. Peter the
Great ordered one of his sons imprisoned there, and treated him with
great severity. Peter was a hard-hearted monarch, and with his love
for Russia, he was as ready to visit punishment upon the members of
his own family as upon any one else. The Empress Catherine is also
said to have shut up some of her relatives in these prisons; but her
cruelty never quite came up to that of Peter, who is said to have
caused his son to be put to torture in his own presence, and to have
stood calmly by and witnessed his dying agonies. But then she was a
woman, and a good deal must be allowed to her in the way of womanly
feelings.

A pleasant feature of these dungeons at St. Petersburg is that they
are located under the level of the river. St. Petersburg was built
originally on a marsh. There is not a hill in the whole city, and the
level of the street is only a few feet above the banks of the Neva at
high-water mark. Once or twice in a century, the city is inundated,
and in such cases the prisoners in these underground cells are quietly
drowned; at any rate, such has been their fate on two or three
occasions. It is true they might have been saved, had the officers in
charge of the prison been willing to open the doors, and allow them
to leave their cells; but no one thought of an inundation, and as the
prison-keepers had strict orders to keep the prisoners in their cells,
unless otherwise commanded by their superiors, and as the superiors
were away at the time of the flood, the poor victims were drowned like
rats in cages.

There is a thrilling story about one of these dungeons, or rather
about one of the prisoners confined there.

A Russian adventuress, said to be a princess, of great beauty and
accomplishments, about the year 1822, was in the south of Europe, and
claimed a relationship to the emperor’s family. Some persons at this
day insist that her claim was well founded, while others say that it
was purely fictitious. At any rate she made a great stir, and created
so much trouble to the emperor and the Russian government, that an
attempt was made to bring her back to the empire, where she could be
properly dealt with.

[Sidenote: A PRINCESS DECOYED.]

Various traps were set, and various plans were laid, but none of them
were successful, until one day—I think it was at Genoa or Leghorn—she
was invited to visit some ships lying at anchor in the harbor. A party
had been made up, and every one, including the princess, whose name I
do not now recall, had partaken liberally of champagne.

A Russian officer in civilian dress was of the party, and adroitly
managed to induce her to go on board a Russian ship of war then in the
harbor. The instant she touched the deck the anchor was lifted, and
she was invited below. The rest of the party were put ashore, and the
ship sailed for Cronstadt.

She was kept in close confinement during the voyage, and on her
arrival at St. Petersburg was consigned to one of the dungeons. There
she was kept a close prisoner in the hands of the government to which
she owed allegiance, and which she had deeply offended. While she was
still in this dungeon there came the great inundation of 1824. The
prison where she was kept was flooded, and the unhappy princess was
drowned.

I heard the story of her unhappy fate while in St. Petersburg, and
afterwards in Paris. It was recalled to me in the latter city by a
painting in the Russian department of the great Exposition of 1867.
The most attractive picture in the Russian collection was the one
which represented her death. It was not a large picture, but fearfully
realistic in its character.

[Sidenote: DROWNED IN A CELL.]

It showed the interior of her cell, and the torrent of water flowing
in through a small grated window near its roof. It was pouring in
like a miniature cascade. It had covered the floor up to the very
edge of the rude pallet which formed her bed. Its sheep-skin covering
was hanging over its edge; rats by the dozen were climbing up this
coverlet and crouching around the unhappy woman, who knelt on the
couch, her hands clasped, and her face turned upward. There was a
dim light in the cell, just enough to render the scene as gloomy as
possible. The attitude and features indicated agony and despair at
the nearness of a horrible death, from which there was little hope of
relief.




XLVII.

ANIMALS UNDER GROUND.

     HORSES IN MINES.—EFFECT OF AN EVEN TEMPERATURE ON HORSES AND
     MULES.—EFFECT OF DEPRIVATION OF LIGHT.—WALKING IN DARKNESS.—RATS
     IN MINES.—A MONKEY IN A SILVER MINE.—THE CONSTERNATION HE
     CREATED.—WHAT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE.—HIS UNHAPPY FATE.—A MONKEY
     AT SEA.—HIS PRANKS.—DEMOCRATIC HABITS.—HOW HE LOST HIS LIFE.—HIS
     LAST PERFORMANCE.—DOGS IN MINES, AND THE EFFECT OF UNDERGROUND
     CONFINEMENT.—JOY AT REACHING DAYLIGHT AGAIN.—TWO DOGS AT SEA, AND
     WHAT THEY DID.—A DOG SAILOR, AND WHAT HE DID.—HIS UNHAPPY END.


As a general thing, miners do not devote much of their time under
ground to the care of pet animals. The horses and mules that are kept
below are not regarded as pets, but as a part of the working force,
and are required to do their whole duty. They are cared for just as
well as animals of their kind in similar occupations above ground.
Their stables are comfortable, and from their location the beasts can
hardly be expected to suffer from cold, though they may sometimes
find the heat rather severe. In many localities horses and mules that
have been kept a long time under ground, in an unvarying temperature
of seventy degrees or more, lose their hair, or a large portion of
it. They never suffer from rain or snow, because there can be no
storms hundreds or thousands of feet under ground; and they need no
protection against cold where there is no cold. Sometimes they become
blinded from constant deprivation of the light of day. They very soon
learn to walk along certain ways and levels in complete darkness,
though they manifest a decided preference for light rather than for
its opposite.

The presence of rats in mines has been referred to elsewhere. In
some mines they are rarely or never seen, while in others they are
numerous. The facilities for good living for rats are not abundant,
and they certainly have small encouragement to stay in the levels and
tunnels, when they might do much better, and live much happier, above
ground. Generally they have no means of exit, as they cannot easily go
out of the shaft; and the shaft is the only means of egress.

[Sidenote: A MONKEY IN A MINE.]

I once heard an amusing story of the consternation created in a mine
by the introduction of a monkey. Somebody connected with the place
had in a mysterious way become proprietor of a monkey, and one day he
took the beast with him into the mine. The monkey made no objection to
going there; but after reaching the tunnel where the men were at work,
he became alarmed, and ran about very uncomfortably. He went from one
place to another, attracted by the light, and in hopes of finding a
friend. Many of the men had never seen a creature of his kind before;
some thought it was the devil, as they could not imagine what else it
could be, and some thought it an enormously overgrown rat.

One of the men was lying on his side, digging away at the base of a
vein of coal. The monkey thought he recognized in this man a friend,
or somebody who ought to be a friend, and went for him. The man knew
nothing about the presence of the beast until the latter scrambled
upon him and looked full in his face. The miner gave a scream, and
fainted. Such a face had never before been turned towards his own,
and his alarm was not at all surprising. The monkey left him, and
then sprang among a group of men who were loading a car of coal. They
stopped work, and shouted to their comrades that the devil was in the
mine. In fact, within fifteen minutes that single animal had created
an alarm among the men that was not quelled for two or three hours.
The beast finally ran to the shaft, made a leap into the darkness,
went down four hundred feet or more, and struck upon a pile of coal.
As a monkey, he was not of much consequence after that.

Digressions are permissible in a popular work of this kind, and I take
the liberty of giving a story of a monkey, which was told me quite
recently by an eye-witness of his pranks.

[Sidenote: PRANKS OF A MONKEY AT SEA.]

“I was sailing as an ordinary seaman at one time on an American
man-of-war. There were about five hundred men on board, and sometimes
there was very little for us to do. Out in the East Indies, at one
of the ports where we touched, we picked up a lot of monkeys. They
belonged to the officers, but somehow the monkeys preferred to
associate with the men. They had the free run of the whole ship, and
did pretty much as they liked. They used to steal everything they
could lay their hands on, and for a month or two the sailors had very
little to do except playing with them.

“When we got out to sea, nearly all of the brutes died. We sailed
up north in the Pacific Ocean, and it got rather cold. One monkey
had brains enough to hunt out a warm place, and went down into the
engine-room, where he used to sit and look at the stokers stirring up
the fires. He would sit there, and make faces at them; and one of the
officers said that the monkey, if he had any idea of a future state
of existence, must imagine that he was in a sort of purgatory, and
that the stokers stirring up the fire were keeping it hot for roasting
a lot of fellows who were expected to arrive. He managed to live
until we got back into the tropics again, and then he came out of his
hiding-place, and used to go round among us as sociable as ever.

[Sidenote: A LIVELY CHASE.]

“He wasn’t an aristocrat, that monkey, and didn’t seem to have any
high notions about society. One hour he would be in the cabin with
the captain, and the next thing you would hear of him, he would be in
the galley, making friends with the <DW65> cook. One day he took the
cook’s cap, carried it into the cabin, and put it on the captain’s
head. The captain did not like that sort of familiarity, and he
ousted the beast from his cabin. He was constantly kicking up a row
everywhere, but he was such an amusing duck that everybody liked him.

“When we were lying in the harbor of Nagasaki, we opened our
gun-ports, just as we always did when at anchor. One of the favorite
jumping-places of the monkey was to go from the end of a yard down to
the port on the starboard bow, and whenever they were chasing him, he
would be sure to make in that direction. One day we got up steam, and
prepared to leave; and of course our ports were then triced up. Just
as we were starting, the monkey was full of play, and made for his
favorite jump. He did not stop to see that the port was closed, and
that in the place where he jumped there was nothing for him to light
on; so down he went into the water. We threw a rope over the side of
the ship, and he caught hold, and climbed up. He was always mighty
careful after that about his jumping-place.

“Occasionally, when we were lying idle, and everybody was tired, the
officers would get up a purse of five dollars, and then pipe the men
to catch the monkey. The monkey would start up the rigging, and the
men would go for him; and the first man that got him would have the
money. You see, there would be over four hundred men in the rigging.
The monkey could jump and run much better than they could, but they
were so thick that almost everywhere he went he was in danger of
lighting on a man. He seemed to enjoy the fun just as much as anybody
else, and he would make a lively race all over the rigging. Sometimes
he would go clear up to the main truck, and sit on the top. It was
rather tough work to get him there, and it was no use climbing for
him, because before a man could get hold of him he would be sure to
jump somewhere else. So we had a rule, that when he got there, we
tried to shake or frighten him off in some way; and if he was caught
in that jump, the catch did not count.

“We had lots of fun that way. The officers would stay on the deck, and
see the fun; and the men would do their best to catch the beast, as
they knew that somebody would make five dollars out of the job. Every
few days we had a race of this kind, but there came a time when we had
the last one. The rule always had been that the monkey should not be
hurt, but should be caught uninjured, and brought down.

“One day the captain had his charts out, spread over the table in the
cabin—his very best charts, and things that were pretty important. He
was studying them, and marking off his ship’s course, and left them
a few minutes, to go into his state-room. That infernal monkey was
around, and as soon as the captain was gone, he jumped on the table,
dipped his paw into the inkstand, and began marking out a course on
the chart to suit himself. He daubed that chart all over with ink, and
when the captain came out of his state-room, and found what had been
done, he was about the maddest man you ever saw. He made a grab for
the monkey, but of course the monkey got away. He struck out for the
deck, and shinned up into the rigging.

“The captain came out without his cap, and was perfectly white with
rage. We saw that something had happened, but what it was we did not
know. We were steaming slowly along, and the men were scattered all
about the deck.

“‘Pipe all hands to catch the monkey!’ said the captain. ‘Ten dollars
for anybody that gets him, dead or alive!’

“We knew there was business then, and we went for the monkey; and the
monkey knew there was business too. He understood there was no time
for fooling. I fancied that that monkey knew it was a race for life
or death, and he never tried so hard before to keep out of our way.
Every man who could be spared from the management of the ship was sent
into the rigging. We chased him from mainmast to mizzenmast, and from
bowsprit back to the stern. He went into all parts of the rigging, and
had several narrow escapes.

[Sidenote: SITTING ON A STEAM-PIPE.]

“We were closing in on him, and had him in very tight quarters, when,
all of a sudden, he played a trick which he had never tried before. He
jumped to the top of the smoke-stack, and then to the steam-pipe, and
there he sat. The smoke-stack was too hot for him, but the steam-pipe
was cool and comfortable. Our ship, you know, was a low-pressure one,
and we only used the steam-pipe when we let off steam, or had an
excess of it.

“Of course nobody could shin up that steam-pipe, and there sat the
monkey for at least a minute. While we were all wondering what to
do, one of the boys went to the pipe, and pulled the string of the
fog-whistle.

“Well, sir, there was a jet of steam, and that unfortunate monkey
was blown up about twenty feet into the air, and came down on the
deck, stone dead, with every hair singed off him. He looked just as
if he had been through the barber’s hands, and was preparing to go to
church. The boy picked him up, carried him to the captain, and got his
ten dollars. We did not have any more monkeys on the ship after that.”

[Sidenote: UNHAPPINESS OF DOGS.]

Pet dogs are sometimes kept in mines, but they soon lose their
activity, and appear so unhappy that the miners, out of pity for them,
take them to the open air again. I once saw a dog that had been kept a
fortnight in a silver mine, without once seeing daylight. I happened
to be at the entrance when he was brought to the surface, and never
did I see a dog manifest more joy than did this one. As soon as he
was placed on the ground, saw daylight, and snuffed the clear, open
air, he ran about, jumping first upon one and then upon another of the
miners, and seemed to thank them for his release from prison. He kept
this up for a quarter of an hour, and then he darted about in wide
circles, running at the very top of his speed, and paying no heed to
anybody. He ran in this way until fairly exhausted, and then came up
to his master, and lay down at his feet. His master then endeavored to
coax him into the cage, to descend the shaft again, but the dog would
not move. As his master stepped into the cage, he tried to call him
down, but the dog turned, and ran away. He had had quite enough of
underground life.

I have seen dogs that had been kept a long time on shipboard act in
just the same way when going on land. Sailing once from San Francisco,
across the Pacific Ocean, we picked up, just before our departure, two
small dogs—one a Skye terrier, and the other a black and tan. For the
first few days they were not in love with sea life, but before we had
been a week on our voyage, they were accustomed to it, and wandered
around the ship at will. They made friends with everybody. The black
and tan had the run of the main cabin, but the Skye lived forward with
the men. The two dogs played together a great deal. The black and tan
would go forward, and apparently invite the Skye aft. He would come,
and they would play about the deck; but he never ventured into the
cabin. He appeared to know his place, and kept it very carefully.

Twenty-four hours before we sighted land, when it was more than a
hundred and fifty miles away, those dogs began to sniff the air
uneasily, and rather wistfully indicated that they knew we were
approaching shore, and that they wanted to get upon it. But when we
entered harbor, they did not manifest any particular wish for the
land; and though they looked around the deck, and off towards the
shore, they showed no desire to seek it.

It was morning when we came to anchor, and we immediately made our
official visits, and returned to the ship about noon. Opposite our
anchoring-place there was a partially wooded point, which, we thought,
would give us a pleasant promenade; and so, in the afternoon, four of
us went ashore, taking the dogs with us.

[Sidenote: TAKING THE DOGS ASHORE.]

They were reluctant to get into the boat, and the sailors were obliged
to carry them down the gangway stairs to the boat, and put them ashore
when we touched land. But as soon as they had touched it, and realized
that they were on solid earth, they began to caper and run about in
the most extravagant way. I think that before we had walked a mile
those dogs had run at least ten miles, and had examined, in their
canine way, every bush, and tree, and shrub in the region. Several
dogs of ten times their size were wandering about, but these little
brutes gave chase to them as readily as though the strangers had been
rats. When they came back to our landing-place, they did not want to
enter the boat, and we had to carry them in.

After that, whenever a boat went ashore, there was no occasion to
invite the dogs or urge them to go. The very first instant they saw
any preparations for leaving the ship, they would descend the gangway,
and enter the boat; and if driven back, they would look wistfully over
the side, and sometimes fairly howl with sorrow. On two or three
occasions, when we allowed them to descend to the foot of the gangway
stairs, and pushed off without them, they jumped into the water, and
followed us.

[Sidenote: A QUADRUPEDAL MARINER.]

I may still further digress, and say, that on one occasion we had
at sea with us a dog evidently born to a marine life. He was really
attached to that ship, and apparently never cared to go ashore. If
taken on shore by the captain or one of the officers, he would quite
likely get lost; but he always knew enough to make his way back to
the landing. If the ship was tied to the dock, he could select her
from dozens of others. He never made a mistake, and never went aboard
the wrong craft. At sea he would stand his watch as regularly as any
one of the officers. When the starboard watch was called, he roused
himself up, and went on deck. Sometimes, when he would be lying
asleep, a call would be made for all hands, and he would be the first
on deck. The rest of the crew, when called out, were generally obliged
to put on some article of dress—at any rate, a hat, and possibly a
coat; but Charley, as the dog was called, had no toilet to make, and
consequently he would be the first at his post.

If he saw a man pulling at a line, he would seize it, and pull also;
and sometimes, when there was no chance for him to pull at the line,
he would seize the rear man by the seat of his trousers, and pull away
for dear life. The men didn’t like this sort of thing, as sometimes
he included a little flesh in the folds of the trousers; and Charley
got a good many threshings in consequence. But he was so anxious to do
something, that within fifteen minutes after he was threshed, if he
saw a line of men hauling in a rope which he could not get hold of, in
would go his teeth into the trousers of the rear man,—and he had long
and strong teeth too.

Every dog has his day, and Charley had his. As before stated, he could
pick out his own craft among dozens of ships. If she was anchored from
the shore, he would come down to the water’s edge, give a look around,
and discover the ship. Then he would strike boldly into the water,
and swim towards her. Somebody would see him, and a rope would be
lowered, with a noose at the end. Charley would put his fore paws in
the noose, seize the rope with his teeth, and be drawn on deck.

[Sidenote: CHARLEY’S FATE.]

One day, when the ship was at anchor in the Bay of Panama, Charley
started to swim out, as usual. The bay was full of sharks, and just as
he had reached the side of the ship, and was putting his paws through
the noose lowered to receive him, there was a swirl of the water. The
head and belly of a large shark were visible for a moment, and with a
single yelp of pain and terror, Charley was dragged under the water,
and never seen again.




XLVIII.

OUT OF PRISON.

     WONDERFUL ESCAPE FROM A FRENCH PRISON.—PLANS OF ESCAPE.—A LONG
     LABOR.—TUNNELLING THROUGH A WALL.—INGENUITY OF A SAILOR.—LUCKY
     ACCIDENTS.—DISCOURAGING EVENTS.—HOW SUCCESS WAS ATTAINED.—ELUDING
     THE GUARDS.—REACHING A PLACE OF SAFETY.


Among the most remarkable efforts of prisoners to escape from their
confinement was that of some French Communists, who were sentenced
to incarceration upon their failure to establish their government in
France, after the downfall of Louis Napoleon in the disaster at Sedan.
The story, as told by one of them, is of the most thrilling character.

We were political prisoners—three hundred of us—in the fortress of
Port Louis, a part of that line of fortifications which was built by
Sully to defend the French coast from Brest to La Rochelle. At high
tide the fortress is entirely surrounded by the sea, and communicates
with the land only by a bridge. Round its circuit runs a rampart on
which the casemates abut. The entrance is opposite the bridge—that is
to say, facing the peninsula on which stands the little town of Port
Louis. On the left are the offices of the prison authorities and the
residence of the governor; on the right, the quarters of the soldiers.
In the centre of the fortress are barracks, forming a square, and
having an inner court; and it is here that the prisoners are confined.
The soldiers are strictly forbidden to speak to the prisoners. Their
duty consists in mounting guard on the terrace running along above the
casemates. A road, known as the Round Road, goes round the citadel,
and separates the casemates from the buildings in which the prisoners
are confined. The ground floor, occupied by the prisoners, is divided
into twenty dormitories, of unequal size, containing from seven to
thirty prisoners each.

[Sidenote: PULLING NAILS WITH FINGERS.]

The dormitories are lighted by windows looking out on one side on
the Round Road, and on the other side on the inner court; and these
windows are protected by strong iron bars. Having observed that the
floor boards were badly joined, the idea occurred to us of working
out with our finger-nails the nails by which they were fastened; and
having done this, we discovered under our room large excavations
without any outlet, which had doubtless been formed for ventilation.
On lifting two of the floor boards under my bed, we were able to
descend into this cellar; and then, after working holes in the walls
separating the different compartments, we reached the foundation
wall abutting on the Round Road. Immediately the working party had
descended into the cellar, the floor boards were replaced, and were
only lifted again when it was necessary for those below to remount.
The only tools we had were large nails or spikes, which had been used
in fixing the stand for the arms, these quarters having formerly been
occupied by soldiers. We had worked out these nails with our hands;
and to do so had cost us several days’ labor and no little laceration
of fingers. We then conceived the idea of excavating a tunnel to run
from the cellar to the sea. We found that we were just on a level with
the Round Road; but this road served as a thoroughfare for wagons
loaded with powder, and for all the vehicles bringing provisions and
other stores into the citadel. It was therefore necessary, before
excavating the tunnel, to sink a vertical shaft about thirteen feet in
depth, in order that the superincumbent weight of the wagons passing
might not cause the road to fall in.

[Sidenote: UNDER THE ROUND ROAD.]

Digging with the nails, we loosened the earth, which we then scooped
up in a tin plate which we had been able to conceal. When we had
in this manner filled a dinner napkin, we formed a sort of chain,
and passed from hand to hand the napkin full of earth, which was
deposited in the farthest of the underground compartments and well
trampled down, so that it might occupy as small a space as possible.
There were only six of us to carry on this work, for the numberless
difficulties which stood in the way of our escape had discouraged the
others. We followed to the last the same method of disposing of the
earth and the stones, which we worked out one by one after incredible
efforts. Having finished this shaft of thirteen feet in depth, we
commenced the horizontal tunnel. We had in the first place to pass
under the Round Road, which is twenty-two or twenty-three feet in
width. As the earth was much easier of excavation than stone, we
excavated our gallery with a downward <DW72>, in order that we might
be able to pass underneath the foundation wall of the casement facing
our dormitory. Thanks to this <DW72>, we succeeded so well that for a
space of about forty-six feet—that is to say, until we reached the
wall of the rampart—we had only to work through earth. This tunnel
was just large enough for one man to creep along in it. We therefore
took our turns at the excavations, lying flat on our faces. Unforeseen
accidents occurred to increase the difficulties, already great,
which we had to surmount. The part of the tunnel passing under the
Round Road, notwithstanding the depth below the surface at which it
was excavated, and notwithstanding the care we took to construct it
arch-shaped, so that it might be better able to support the heavy
weights passing above, threatened entirely to fall in. Heavy rains had
loosened the soil, and pretty large masses of earth fell every day. It
was necessary that this part of the tunnel should be propped up. How
could it be done? One of our number, who had been a sailor, and who
was a resolute and enterprising man, as sailors usually are, conceived
the idea of supporting the earth by packing against the sides of the
tunnel the stones which we had removed from the walls. This was done;
and the downfall from above being thereby effectually prevented, we
were able to continue our labors. A second accident, which seemed
at first much more serious, then occurred, threw us into a fever of
anxiety, and delayed the accomplishment of our project. When our
tunnel had attained a length of about thirty-three feet, we could not
get our light to burn. We thought this phenomenon was caused by want
of air, and this is what we did to remedy the defect. While one of our
number was kept constantly at work excavating, another, standing in
the shaft at the entrance of the tunnel, and making a sort of fan of
his jacket, forced a strong current of air into the tunnel. However,
after some few days, when the length of the passage had been increased
by a little more than a yard, there was no longer any need of our
improvised ventilator, as the light burned of itself. There doubtless
occurred in this part of the earth some gas which prevented our light
from burning; and this gas, having little by little become dispersed,
the phenomenon ceased.

[Sidenote: REACHING THE RAMPART.]

At length, after being distracted by doubts and fears, after the
innumerable difficulties which every day for three months we had
encountered,—difficulties which we should never have overcome but by
dint of sheer energy, and thanks to that incredible patience with
which prisoners only are endowed,—we reached the wall of the rampart.
A few more days of labor and suffering and we shall be free. Free!
The reader will understand what courage and hope that word must have
given us to induce us to undertake and enable us to accomplish a work
which, under any other circumstances, would have appeared to us as
simple madness. Alas! it was at the very moment when we seemed to be
approaching the end of our fatigues that the obstacles became most
difficult to surmount. Some of our number seemed ready to abandon
the task which for more than three months we had been prosecuting.
All our labor was going to be thrown away. Again it was the energy
of the sailor which saved us, and gradually revived the hopes of his
weaker brethren. The wall of the rampart which we had still to pierce,
and which is, of course, intended to resist cannon-shot, seemed to
us proof against anything. It is constructed of enormous blocks of
granite, jammed tightly together by smaller stones driven in like
wedges, and the whole is united into one solid mass by means of Roman
cement, which has become as hard as the stone itself. We endeavored
with the nails—the only tools we had, and which we had put in wooden
handles—to loosen the joints of the stones. With another piece of wood
we had made a mallet, and to get the wood necessary for these purposes
we had broken up the musket-stand and the barrack-shelves.

[Sidenote: IMPROVISING TOOLS.]

[Sidenote: A DISCOURAGING SITUATION.]

But the only result of our efforts was to blunt our implements. What
could we do to supply our lack of tools? Our first thought was to take
away a bar from one of our bedsteads, which were of iron; and this
we did. This bar which we took was two feet in length and about as
large round as a man’s thumb. After using one of the ends of this bar
against the stone, we tried what use we could make of it as a lever.
But the stones were too hard and too heavy, and our iron bar bent
like a switch. What could we do now? We were not disposed to abandon
at the last moment a project which had cost us so much toil; and yet
we had many times emerged from our tunnel with the skin rubbed off
our hands, and our faces as red as fire, having hardly succeeded,
after long days of fatiguing labor, in working out a stone about as
big as one’s fist. At length the bright thought occurred to one of
us of making the very things which had been intended to secure our
confinement contribute towards our escape. We determined to remove
one of the iron bars which guarded the window. These bars were five
feet and a half in length, and an inch and a half thick. But, in
order that the warders might not perceive that one of them had been
taken away, we first of all made an imitation bar of a piece of wood,
cut from one of the broad shelves, and which we  with ink and
blacking. When this was finished and dry, we succeeded in unfastening
with nails one of the bars of the window. We watched for a moment when
the sentinel on the rampart opposite our window had his back towards
us, and little by little loosened the stones in which the bar was set.
When this was done, taking advantage of one very lucky moment, we
gave the bar a wrench, got it out, and instantly replaced it by the
imitation bar of wood. We then took the precaution of stopping up with
bread crumbs—which we kneaded so as to look like mortar—the hole made
in loosening the bar, and afterwards threw a handful of dust over the
whole, that the different shades of color might not betray our device.
This bar of iron became in our hands a formidable weapon. Without it
we must inevitably have lost all the fruit of our labors. When we
were in possession of this formidable tool, as we had now to attack
stone, it was impossible for us to continue to work lying flat on our
faces, as we had done when it was a simple question of burrowing in
the earth. It was absolutely necessary that we should have complete
control over all our movements. We were obliged, therefore, before
resuming our attack on the wall, to enlarge this part of our tunnel,
and to excavate in front of the wall a little chamber high enough for
two men to work there on their knees, and large enough for us to use
the iron bar to advantage. Of this bar we made, as occasion required,
a crowbar or a ram. Then, and not till then, did we make any real
impression on the wall. The scraps of information which we had been
able to gather from the unguarded talk of the warders had given us a
false idea with respect to the thickness of this rampart. We thought
it was only about six or six and a half feet thick, whereas in reality
it was more than sixteen feet. When, therefore, after indescribable
labor, we had worked away the stone bit by bit, and made our hole six
feet and a half in depth, we were disconcerted to see no sign that we
were approaching the end of our labors. Far from being discouraged
by this, however, we redoubled our efforts, and our astonishment
increased as the hole became deeper. Still we worked on. The hole
became ten feet deep; then twelve feet; then fourteen feet; and it was
not until we had dug sixteen and a half feet into the wall, that the
man who happened just then to be at work giving a heavy blow to the
stone, pierced it, and after being dazzled for a moment by the sudden
entry of the light, saw the sea stretching out in front of him. He
immediately stopped up the aperture, and came to impart the welcome
news to his comrades. We took counsel together, and decided that our
escape should be attempted that very night.

[Sidenote: ROUTINE OF THE PRISON.]

And here I must interrupt the course of my narrative for a moment in
order to give the reader a few necessary explanations. “How was it,”
he will say, “that the officials did not perceive the destruction
of the wood-work which you had been obliged to break up to make
the handles of your tools, and the bar of wood with which you had
replaced the iron bar of the window?” To this question I have a very
simple answer to give. The officials of the prison had very little
to do with us. The warders never came into our rooms except morning
and evening, when they came to call the muster-roll. These visits
were made at fixed hours, and I need hardly say that we were always
sure to be present when they were made. We took good care, too, to
work only in the daytime, for in the silence of night the dull blows
struck underground would have been audible above. The warders went
from room to room, calling over the muster-roll, and having seen
that all the prisoners were in their places, immediately retired
without troubling themselves about what might be going on. Besides, no
_détenu_ wishing to retain the good opinion of his comrades ever spoke
to the warders; and these latter, finding themselves thus isolated,
sought no intercourse with the prisoners. Again, _détention_ being
an essentially political punishment, we were not subjected to hard
labor, and within the court, as well as in our rooms, were absolutely
free. Another question which the reader will have asked is this: “How
did you manage to keep your secret unknown during these four months?”
Again his curiosity shall be satisfied. There was no secret, and there
could not have been any. It was impossible for us to descend into our
cellar and tunnel, or to remount to the surface, without being seen
by those of our fellow-prisoners who happened to be in our dormitory.
The dormitories being open all day long, the prisoners passed freely
from one room to another, and by degrees they had all come to know
of our resolution. The majority dissuaded us, and endeavored to point
out all the difficulties which stood in our way. Our project seemed to
them an absolutely impossible one. They thought that, our work having
lasted so long, the officials had got scent of it, and were letting us
go on, because they intended to have soldiers stationed ready to shoot
us when we attempted to make our escape. We allowed our comrades to
talk thus, and only asked one thing of them—that they would not betray
our project. This they all promised, and, as the reader will see, they
kept their word. I must, however, add that we had deceived them as to
the time of our departure. When they inquired as to the condition of
our work, we carefully guarded ourselves from revealing the stage at
which we had arrived. Several times I gave them to understand that
our work would not be finished before the end of January; and on the
very day when everything was finished, we had given no sign of our
approaching departure until we were about to set out. We had nothing
more to do but to enlarge the hole we had made in the day, and to get
out through that aperture.

[Sidenote: DECEIVING THE GUARDS.]

The rampart which we had pierced is on the left of the citadel, and
therefore faces seaward. When the tide is low the sea retires and
leaves the rocks dry for a distance of sixty or seventy feet around.
On the night of our escape the evening muster-roll was called as
usual, and we were shut up in our dormitories. Almost immediately two
of our number went down to complete the enlargement of the hole, and
this labor occupied them two hours. On their return we informed our
companions that the moment for our escape had arrived. Their emotion
was certainly greater than ours. Before setting out we took the
precaution of placing in our beds our bolsters, made to look as much
as possible like a man’s body, and with our night-caps stuck at the
top. We also spread our prison clothes on our beds, as we were in the
habit of doing every evening. Our object in adopting these precautions
was to deceive the warder when he came in the morning to call over
the muster-roll. The stratagem succeeded, and the officials did not
know of our flight until six o’clock the next evening. This was very
fortunate for us, as otherwise we should not have been able to get
away any great distance from the citadel, and we should infallibly
have been retaken. It was the 14th of November, at nine o’clock in the
evening; the tide was out, and the rocks at the foot of the rampart
were left bare. We had been able to find out the times of the tides
in the almanac at the canteen. Our precautions had been all carefully
taken, and, thanks to the depth of the shaft we had sunk at the
entrance of the tunnel, and to the <DW72> given to the tunnel itself,
the hole which we had made in the wall of the rampart was only ten
feet above the rocks.

[Sidenote: OUT IN THE OPEN AIR.]

One after another we crept through the tunnel, and then getting
through the hole in the wall, we were able, while still clinging
with our hands to the wall of the rampart, to reach with a drop the
rocks beneath. Then, following all the bends of the wall, and keeping
as near to it as possible, we passed around to the land side of the
fortress. In like manner we passed along over the beach, keeping as
near as possible to the little town, situated about one thousand
yards from the fortress; and thus at length, after creeping silently
between the huts of the coast-guardsmen, we reached the dry land
opposite a little village called Loe Malo. The tide was now coming in.
It had been our intention to divide, as soon as we were clear of the
fortress, into two groups of three men each, only six prisoners having
ventured to escape. We, however, marched on together, and without
resting during the remainder of the night, in order, as quickly as
possible, to put as much distance as we could between us and the
fortress. Our object was to reach some little port of Brittany, and
then endeavor to take ship for England. When we were brought to the
citadel the authorities had caused us to be minutely searched, and had
not left any money in our possession. I had, however, succeeded in
concealing a small sum by carefully sewing it into the lining of my
coat. This money was of the greatest service to us, as it enabled us
on the following morning to take the railway, and thus in a few hours
to put a considerable distance between us and the citadel.

[Sidenote: FREEDOM AT LAST.]

After marching all night, however, through a drenching rain, if we
had presented ourselves at the railway station as we then were, our
appearance would have excited suspicion. We had taken the precaution
of bringing with us from the prison shirts, brushes, blacking,
and, in short, everything necessary to our toilet. In a place of
concealment we carefully brushed up and dressed ourselves to the best
of our ability; and when, at daylight, we presented ourselves at the
railway station, we were clean and tidy, and appeared to have come
from some place very near. I had brought a book away with me from the
prison, and this I carried under my arm to give myself the look of a
traveller. On our way to the railway station we saw three _gendarmes_
running towards us, gun in hand. Without faltering we walked coolly
on, and the _gendarmes_, as we came up, politely stepped aside to
let us pass. We took the train for a small port in Brittany, and in
the evening succeeded in getting on board an English vessel. We were
saved!




XLIX.

THE GAMBLING HELLS OF GERMANY.[5]

     THE FOUR GREAT SPAS.—DESCRIPTION OF BADEN, HOMBURG, WIESBADEN,
     AND EMS.—ROULETTE AND ROUGE-ET-NOIR.—SPLENDOR OF THE SALOONS.—THE
     PERSONS WHO FREQUENT THEM.—PROFITS AND PECULIARITIES OF THE
     DIRECTION.—THE PHILOSOPHY OF GAMBLING.—WHY PLAYERS LOSE.—STRANGE
     SUPERSTITION OF BETTORS.—THE INVALIDS.—DROLL SCENES AT THE
     PUMP-ROOM.—THE MAN WITH A SNAKE IN HIS STOMACH.—THE ROBUST
     HYPOCHONDRIAC.


The best known and the most popular of all the fashionable and
gambling watering-places in Europe are Baden-Baden, Homburg,
Wiesbaden, and Ems.

[5] The gambling spas of Germany, but not those of other countries,
have been closed since Chapters XLIX. and L. were written; but the
chapters have been left in their original form, as the present is a
better tense for description than the past.

The first, a town of some seven thousand inhabitants, is delightfully
situated in a valley of the Black Forest, on a small stream known
as the Oehlbach, eighteen miles from Carlsruhe, in the Grand Duchy
of Baden. Homburg von der Hohe, having a population of about five
thousand, is the capital of the Landgraviate of Hesse-Homburg, and may
be considered a suburb of Frankfort on the Maine, as it is only nine
miles from that city. Wiesbaden, fourteen miles west of Frankfort,
contains nearly twenty-five thousand people, and is the capital of the
Duchy of Nassau. This pleasant city is on the Salzbach, an affluent
of the Rhine, and at the foot of the delightful Taunus Mountains, its
situation and climate being almost identical with those of Homburg.
Ems, often called Bad-Ems, is a hamlet on the Lahn, fifteen miles
north of Wiesbaden. It is also in Nassau; is shut in by hills, has
a pleasant terrace along the river, and is surrounded by delightful
scenery.

[Sidenote: COSMOPOLITANISM OF THE BATHS.]

Though all these spas, or baths, as they are styled, are in Germany,
they are visited during the season, extending from May to October,
by invalids and pleasure-seekers from every civilized country. July
and August are the most fashionable months, and then the springs
are frequented by French, Spaniards, Dutch, English, and Americans,
as well as Germans. The principal patrons, independent of the home
population, are from France, England, and our own country, albeit
almost every nationality under the sun is represented at those
centres of folly and dissipation. I have seen Turks and Armenians at
Baden, Greeks and Persians at Homburg, Egyptians and East Indians at
Wiesbaden, and Mongols and Arabians at Ems.

Baden (it is called Baden-Baden to distinguish it from other places
of the same name) is the most fashionable of the four resorts, and
cannot be surpassed for the beauty of its scenery. The picturesque
heights rising above the valley, the ruins of the old castle
overlooking it, the magnificent views, the pleasant drives, handsome
villas, and charming walks in the neighborhood, with the agreeable
and varied society, render it remarkably inviting. The number of
strangers annually flocking to Baden is from fifty to sixty thousand,
and these, especially in midsummer, crowd the hotels and countless
boarding-houses to overflowing.

Homburg within the past ten years has also become very fashionable,
and counts its summer visitors by the tens of thousands. It lacks
the pictorial quality of Baden, but its atmosphere is reputed to
be extremely salubrious, and its society is delightful, of course.
Being so near Frankfort, many persons, particularly those in delicate
health, reside there all the year round, and many of the Frankforters
have their residences at the springs.

Wiesbaden, even more than Homburg, is the home of the denizens of
the old German capital, and by reason of its larger population, has
greater attractions than the rival watering-place. A large number of
retired bankers and merchants from various parts of the Continent have
villas at Wiesbaden, and every year the number increases.

[Sidenote: QUALITY OF THE VISITORS.]

Ems has had, and still has, the reputation of being patronized
extensively by crowned heads and the nobility; but the prosperous
and pleasure-loving generally are hieing to the banks of the Lahn
more and more every season, and making its society more agreeable and
democratic at the same time. The annual attendance is much less than
at any of the other three springs, but they who go to Ems claim that
the quality of its visitors more than compensates for any want of
quantity.

The four German spas are on the whole very much alike, barring
topical features. They each claim great antiquity in regard to the
fame of their waters, holding, and upon good grounds, that the old
Romans found vast benefit in the healing virtues of the baths. For
generations they were frequented only by invalids, but of late years
gayety and enjoyment have been the object of the majority of their
patrons. The gambling, it must be confessed, has been, and is still,
the chief attraction; not so much because all the visitors wish to
play themselves, but they like to see others play, and to be part of
the great variety of people whom the tables draw to the different
spas. Since the gambling has ceased, as it did last year (1872), the
German watering-places have lost much of their allurement, and the
thousands who used to go there will be represented by hundreds merely.
What is considered wickedness has unquestionably its spice and charm
for the average mind, and a certain departure from the customary and
conventional creates a species of magnetism.

The games at the baths are _roulette_ and _rouge-et-noir_, frequently
called _trente-et-quarante_. The smallest stake allowed at _roulette_
is a florin (about fifty cents) and at _rouge-et-noir_ two florins.
The largest bet that can be made at the former is four thousand
florins, and the largest bet that can be made at the latter game is
five thousand six hundred florins. The capital at the _roulette_
table is thirty thousand francs (six thousand dollars), and at
_rouge-et-noir_ one hundred and fifty thousand francs (thirty thousand
dollars). When this sum is won by any of the bettors, the bank is
declared broken, and the table is closed for the day, but is re-opened
on the day following for all to test still further their good or
ill luck. Newspaper correspondents are constantly writing about the
breaking of the bank at Baden or Homburg, depending, as many such
writers do, upon their imagination for their facts. The truth is, the
bank is very seldom broken,—sometimes not more than once or twice
during the whole season,—and when it is, it almost invariably wins
back from the fortunate player all, and much more than he has gained.

[Sidenote: SPLENDOR OF THE SALOONS.]

The gambling saloons are in large and splendid buildings, beautifully
frescoed and gilded in the interior, and luxuriously furnished.
They are called the Conversationshaus, the Cursaal or Curhaus,
containing, in addition to the gambling tables, spacious apartments
for reading, dining, dancing, and lounging. The tables are thronged
during the height of the season by elegantly dressed men and women
of divers nationalities. They are presided over by the banker,—so he
is styled,—who receives and pays out the money, and keeps general
watch over the game, and by several croupiers, who with a little
rake, draw in or push out the stakes as they are won or lost by the
bank. During July and August, the gaming saloons, in which there are
generally six or eight roulette or rouge-et-noir tables, present a
brilliant spectacle. Anybody may enter, if he be respectably dressed
and well-mannered, though he must leave his cane or umbrella with the
lackeys in the vestibule, remove his hat, and refrain from speaking
above a whisper. Why the Goddess of Chance should be entitled to the
homage of silence may seem singular; but when it is remembered that
all gamesters, while engaged at play, are exceedingly nervous, and
therefore morbidly sensitive, it is plain enough why the strictest
order and quiet should be carefully preserved.

[Illustration: CONVERSATIONHAUS AT BADEN.]

[Illustration: CONCERT IN THE GARDENS AT BADEN.]

[Sidenote: ALL KINDS OF WOMEN.]

The spectacle, I have said, is brilliant; and indeed it is. The
saloons are adorned like palaces; immense mirrors, in deep gilt
frames, are upon the walls; rich silk and lace curtains depend from
the windows; gorgeous chandeliers diffuse their radiance; velvet sofas
invite to rest, and the clink of gold tempts to hazard. About the
tables are gathered young and lovely women, richly dressed, from the
cities of the old world and the new, and men in fashionable attire,
representing various ranks, professions, and callings. There are
dowager duchesses from England, pretty countesses from France, fleshy
baronesses from Germany, delicate maidens from America, lorettes from
Paris, adventuresses from Naples, danseuses from Petersburg, and
actresses from Vienna. Spanish grandees stand shoulder to shoulder
with French communists, who fought like tigers for the possession of
the French capital; Calabrian bandits, who have retired, independent,
from the trade of throat-cutting, are in close contact with honest
Holland burghers; Russian princes hand their stakes to professional
blacklegs recently arrived from London; Swiss statesmen exchange nods
with bankrupt gamesters; and Belgian chevaliers of industry smile,
as they win, upon Teutonic philanthropists risking a few napoleons,
simply for lack of something better to do.

The air of the players is entirely genteel, and their manners
completely negative and subdued. Whether they are lucky or unlucky,
would seem to make no difference to them; they give no outward sign;
their faces are usually immovable, unless high breeding, as it is
commonly understood, prompts them to look cheerful when they lose, and
melancholy when they win.

The slightest disturbance is very rare in the saloons. I have been in
them, day after day, without noticing the least departure from order,
or the smallest violation of conventional courtesy. Occasionally, some
undisciplined man manifests his nervousness and excitement outwardly,
when, if the stony stare or facial disapproval of those about him does
not chill him back to conventional bearing, the lackeys, always in
attendance, induce him to carry his demonstrations into the open air.

The impression obtained from the saloons by a new comer is, that all
the habitués are amiable, insouciant, comfortable, and prosperous.
He would never suspect that, behind all this fair comedy, lurks the
sombre spirit of tragedy; that the serenest faces mask an aching
mind, and that the softest smiles hide, but do not help, a breaking
heart. Nowhere under the sun is social masquerading more skilful
and complete than in the German temples of chance. Everything is so
smooth, so decorous, so delicate, so nicely adjusted, that one who
seeks for inner contrasts must seem like a cynic and an iconoclast.
To him who can believe in appearances, Wiesbaden and Ems are the most
satisfactory places of sojourn. They express the essence of formal
conventionality, and the rounded relation between unexceptionable
raiment and unexceptionable manners. They point to the promised land
of adaptation, and predict the millennium of mode.

There have ever been, and there ever will be, any number of persons
foolish enough to think they can break the bank, if they will only
watch the game closely, and profit by the favor of fortune. It is
this delusion which sends, year after year, so many victims to the
Conversationshaus and Cursaal, and keeps up the faith of the victims,
even after they have been ruined again and again.

[Sidenote: THE DIRECTION.]

The gaming saloons are governed and regulated by a stock company,
under the name of the Direction, which is the closest of close
corporations. It is eminently impersonal too, nobody knowing the names
of, or, indeed anything about, its members. Of course, its stock, like
that of some of our gas companies and banks in New York, is not to be
had, and is never quoted. The directors pay a license to the petty
governments under which the tables are kept, and which are largely
sustained thereby. The license varies materially. At Baden it is about
seventy-five thousand dollars a year, and the Direction, in addition
thereto, pays all the expenses of the Conversationshaus, whatever
is required for the preservation and improvement of the adjoining
grounds and gardens, and makes many other outlays, which must increase
the total sum to fully one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. At
Homburg the license is some fifty thousand dollars, and, moreover,
the Direction of the Cursaal lights the little town, keeps it in good
condition, supports its hospital and other charitable institutions.
At Ems and Wiesbaden, the government tax—for that is what the license
really is—is about sixty thousand dollars for the former, and forty
thousand dollars for the latter place.

[Sidenote: CAPITAL OF THE BANKS.]

The capital of the Direction is set down at from two million to one
million five hundred thousand dollars, though I seriously question if
much more than one tenth of the sum has ever been paid in. The tables
usually clear from two hundred and fifty thousand to five hundred
thousand dollars annually; the profits being larger, of course, at
Baden than at Ems, and varying with the season, and the luck of the
bank. Not long ago, the Homburg bank was broken five times during
the year, and yet the Direction, even then, declared a dividend,
it is said, of nearly twenty-five per cent. on their capital. The
income from the stocks of the German gambling companies is reputed to
be enormous, and I have met men in many foreign countries who were
credited by rumor with owning such shares. They had no visible means
of support, and still they lived luxuriously, even prodigally, merely
because they had had the good fortune to secure a small amount of
stock in the Cursaal or Curhaus.

The limitations and the percentage at _roulette_ and _rouge-et-noir_
are seldom taken sufficiently into account by the _galerie_, as the
bettors are named. Those, in the long run, will beat anybody and
everybody, whatever run of luck they may have now and then. The games
are based on an ultimate certainty, almost mathematical, in favor
of the bank, and the prevalent notion that the players can have any
permanent advantage is simply absurd. The chances on the side of the
bank are so many, that, in a given time, it must inevitably win, and
win largely. All the systems by which the _galerie_ expect to triumph
are utterly false and deceptious. They have done more, by a certain
speciousness, to lead men to their ruin, than anything connected
with the passion for hazard. They invariably fail, because of the
limitations in bets, and the percentage in favor of the tables; but
the advocate of the system very seldom reckons upon these great
drawbacks. This class of men believe that will happen which they wish
to have happen, and are therefore incapable of clear perception of
anything opposed to their theories and desires.

[Sidenote: THE ODDS AGAINST BETTORS.]

The one adverse fact, above any other, to bettors generally is,
that they very seldom, if ever, play as recklessly when they are
winning as when they are losing. The reason is that, in the latter
circumstances, they are endeavoring to win back their stakes, and are
consequently in more or less desperate mood; while in the former case
they are satisfied with what comes to them, and not tempted constantly
to augment their bets for the sake of getting even. Irrational and
ridiculous as it appears, there certainly seems to be such a thing as
a run of luck, good or ill. We have all experienced this many times,
albeit we may express the phrase in other words. On certain days
things go wrong with us, and on certain other days they flow smoothly
and prosperously, though we are wholly unconscious, on any of the
days, of doing aught except our best to accomplish desired results.
Sitting down to a game of whist in the evening, we find we cannot get
a good hand, shuffle or change the cards as we may. The next evening,
or the next morning, high cards and trumps come to us at every deal,
as if some good genius had arranged the deal for us. What is this but
a run of luck? In gambling, as every gambler knows, men are constantly
having such runs. Whatever card or color you lay your stake on is
almost sure to win to-day, and to-morrow almost as sure to lose. When
you are fortunate, you make your ventures with at least a moderate
degree of prudence. When you are unfortunate, your only thought is to
get back the money you have parted with, and you keep doubling your
stakes in the hope of achieving your purpose, instead of quitting the
table, as you ought, when you plainly discover that fate is against
you; or, in other words, that some mysterious and incomprehensible
influence thwarts your every purpose.

[Sidenote: SUPERSTITION OF GAMBLERS.]

Such inexplicable agencies or influences render gamesters
superstitious. Having seen the tribe in almost every part of
the world, I have always found them more or less tinctured with
superstition. No amount of facts or arguments will drive it out of
them, for by long indulgence it has grown to be next to an instinct.
They have implicit faith in luck of every kind—in lucky days, lucky
circumstances, lucky persons, lucky influences. Sometimes they will
not bet themselves, but will ask others to bet for them. Something
occurs in the morning which they interpret as a warning, and for
the remainder of the twenty-four hours they will not touch a card
or lay a wager. At the German baths this peculiarity is frequently
observed. A man in luck is pestered to bet for others, and is offered
a percentage if he will do so. This or that person is regarded as
unlucky, and a patron of the green cloth will not stand on the same
side of the table with him. A passing cloud, a chance-dropped phrase,
a change of position, or any one of a thousand nothings, will induce
a professional gamester to make, or prevent him from making, risks,
concerning which he has ordinarily no prejudice. The folly of play
is much surpassed by the folly of players, who become so permeated
with fancies, theories, and fanaticisms, that on the subject they
are specially interested in they are positively monomaniacs. I
have talked with old habitués of Homburg and Wiesbaden respecting
chances, coincidences, and systems, until I have discovered that
long attendance on and close watching of the treacherous tables had
absolutely turned their brains. They thought they were the shrewdest
and most sagacious of mortals, and pitied me supremely, because I
happened to have a little common sense in regard to _roulette_ and
_rouge-et-noir_, and because I would not believe that mere chance
should be treated as if it were a positive science.

No one can form any adequate conception of the mental vagaries,
bordering upon lunacy, of professional gamesters, until he has spent
several seasons at the German spas, and become intimately acquainted
with the men and women composing the _galerie_. Their entire conduct
is regulated by a desire to obtain luck. They strive to propitiate
fortune, as if it were, as the ancients believed, a personal agency,
subject to unaccountable whims and caprices. Many of their acts of
charity are done not so much from benevolence as from a notion that it
will influence favorably the issues of the games to which they are so
wedded. This is true not only of gamesters abroad, but of gamesters
everywhere. As a rule, they are far from intellectual, and hence
superstition meets with little resisting power when it has once begun
to encroach upon their understanding.

[Sidenote: DIFFERENT MOTIVES FOR PLAY.]

There are not only different classes of players, but players from
different motives. The object of the majority is merely mercenary:
they frequent the tables only to win money; they make hazard a
business, foolishly hoping to reduce it to something like a rule.
Other habitués of the springs bet for excitement, as they drink wine
and seek adventures. They are not avaricious. When they win largely,
they spend freely; and at the end of every season, whatever their
success, they are much behind the game. The members of the third order
are sufferers from ennui, and regard _roulette_ and _rouge-et-noir_
simply as a pastime. They have formed the habit of playing, and cannot
break it. Their stakes are small, generally; but they are devoted to
the tables, sitting there from eleven in the morning to eleven at
night,—the fixed time for the perilous sport,—and frequently do not
win twenty florins a week. A number of persons play because it is the
fashion, though they do not continue it long, for the same reason. The
game proves so magnetic that they either feel it a duty to abandon it
altogether, or they are drawn into it, and are very soon too weak to
resist its fascinations.

Very many, who have begun in the spirit of imitation, have grown to
be confirmed gamblers. One of the most infatuated players I have
ever known was a Spaniard, who went to Homburg to get rid of the
rheumatism, and who, after three seasons of abstinence, put down a
single napoleon, simply because he did not wish to seem odd. The
risking of that little coin has since cost him a small fortune; and if
he were to live a thousand years,—as he told me himself,—he could not
be near _rouge-et-noir_ without taking part in it.

[Sidenote: DIVERS NATIONALITIES AS GAMESTERS.]

America, or rather the United States, is more puritanic than other
countries. Gambling is regarded here quite differently from what it is
in Europe. Even our transpontine cousins, the English, are much more
addicted than we to play. They never have social whist parties without
betting at least enough to create an interest. The Germans, unless in
prosperous circumstances, are preserved from the habit of gambling
by their constitutional economy and thrift. The Latin nations have
a natural fondness for whatever turns upon chance. Of these people,
the Spaniards enjoy gambling most, and the French least, while the
Italians are but little behind the Spaniards in this particular. It
is safe to say that all three, hearing the spinning of the _roulette_
wheel, and the clinking of coin at _rouge-et-noir_, could not long
be kept from the seductive tables. The Russians—those who travel, at
least—love the green cloth, and figure prominently among its devotees.
Most of them have money, and are such ardent pleasure-seekers, at the
same time possessed of something like an American vanity for spending
and making display, that they rarely fail to participate in any
dissipation which offers.

[Sidenote: VIRTUES OF THE WATERS.]

It must not be supposed that all the frequenters of the spas indulge
in play; for many of them go there for recreation, and merely look
at the games. Then, as I have remarked, thousands visit the springs
for the benefit of the waters. That they have medical virtues cannot
be well questioned, after one is told, as I have been told, of
extraordinary cures by those who have been sufferers. Ordinarily, a
casual visitor, who rises late, sees very little of the invalids;
but if he has a liking for early morning air, and bends his steps
towards the pump-room (_Trinkhalle_), he will encounter men and women
afflicted with every variety of disease. He will observe them also
on their way to and from the baths,—young and old, dark and fair,
rich and poor, handsome and homely, cultivated and coarse, graceful
and awkward,—all in quest of the invaluable boon, which we never
appreciate until it has slipped away. There is something melancholy,
as well as grotesque, in the moving panorama of the distempered.
They walk with canes and crutches, are carried in invalid chairs or
wagons, and look so wan and rueful that I have often felt prompted to
apostrophize health as the sum of all blessings. There are young and
fair women, fragile from their birth, for whom there is not an atom of
hope, and who yet believe they may find some miraculous cure in the
baths for lack of constitution, and for inherited disease. The _bon
vivant_, peevish and irritable from the gout, limps along, and the
overworked man of brains, paralyzed on one side, is wheeled over the
pavement by the stupid lackey, unconscious that he is the possessor
of nerves or a stomach. The dyspeptic—of course an American—glowers
on everybody as he passes, but appears to hate no one as much as
himself. After having fancied himself cursed with every disease, and
after consulting physicians of the highest grade on both sides of
the Atlantic, he has come to Ems to test the virtue of the baths.
They have done him no good, for he will not be prudent either in his
diet or his habits; and he will go home with his mind made up that
all medicinal springs are humbugs. He is unaware that the cause of
his ailment is dyspepsia, and that it has gotten into his mind. On
Monday, he thinks he has consumption; on Tuesday, he fancies it is
liver complaint; on Wednesday, he is sure his kidneys are deranged;
on Thursday, no one can convince him that he is not suffering from
enlargement of the heart; on Friday, he declares he has the marasmus;
on Saturday, he swears nothing was the matter with him originally,
but that the infernal physicians have poisoned him; and on Sunday, he
contemplates suicide as a means of relief. The poor man is the victim
of bad cooking, for which our country is famous, and his excessive
haste in eating. If he had been born in France, and taken his meals at
the Paris restaurants, he would be to-day one of the most contented,
instead of the most miserable of men. Talk as we may, digestion is the
foundation of human happiness, and will keep us on good terms with
ourselves when an unsullied conscience and troops of friends are of no
avail.

[Sidenote: HYPOCHONDRIACS.]

Hypochondriacs are to be met at the celebrated baths, of course; for
wherever there are disordered bodies there are disordered minds. No
human creature is so ill as he or she who imagines an illness, since
the subtlest art of healing cannot reach the shadows of emptiness. I
remember an Englishman at Homburg, one of the most robust of fellows,
who, after quitting college, had begun reading medical works only to
convince himself that he had some deep-seated disease. His belief
stimulated his appetite for information. He pored over all the
pathological treatises he could find, and every week fancied that he
had some new ailment. He travelled everywhere, swallowed entire drug
stores, visited every watering-place in civilization. He had been
nearly twenty years in pursuit of the health he had never lost, when
I made his acquaintance at the Quatre Saisons. Happening to touch
on the subject of hygiene, I set him off upon countless theories,
and upon the bitterest denunciation of physicians. He informed me
confidentially that he had a serpent in his stomach, and that he felt
it every day gnawing his vitals. He felt sure that he had swallowed it
in an embryo state, years before, in India, and that he would never
be well until the reptile was by some means expelled. He was a man
of ruddy complexion, and of nearly two hundred pounds avoirdupois,
which induced me to tell him that serpents must agree with him, and
that, if he could swallow four or five more, he would live a thousand
years. He assured me he could not be mistaken, and that he had hope
that the water of a certain spring would insure his recovery. After
tasting of that particular spring, I expressed my conviction that no
well-regulated snake would endure being deluged by such an obnoxious
liquid day after day, and that his frequent draughts, without any
result, proved conclusively that the reptile was in his mind, and not
in his stomach. This style of bantering seemed to please him, and
when I made it clear to him that I was not a professional physician,
he was willing to follow my advice. I urged him to give up doctors
and medicines of every sort; to take a great deal of exercise, and to
cease thinking of himself as a valetudinarian. He promised to follow
my prescription for six months, and the ensuing winter I met him again
in Naples, a radically changed man. He had cleared his brain of all
its cobwebs, and thanked me heartily for the sagacious course I had
recommended. “I am delighted to know,” he added, “that you are not a
physician, for if you were, you couldn’t help being a fool.”

[Sidenote: STOUT WOMEN.]

The stout women on the shady side of life who visit the springs under
the impression that they are ailing are extremely amusing. They
must know they are shams; but they imagine that it is genteel and
attractive to be delicate; and so, notwithstanding their excellent
appetite and liberal proportions, they insist they are going into
decline, when their chief danger is from apoplexy. They will entertain
you by the hour with their lack of appetite, their loss of sleep, and
their extreme fragility. You may credit their story unless you happen
to see them at dinner, or hear them sleeping audibly on the sofa soon
after, or find them performing social duties which would tire out
Samson.




L.

GAMING AND GAMESTERS ABROAD.

     FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC SUMMER RESORTS.—THE ADVANTAGE OF
     THE FORMER.—MYSTERIOUS CHARACTERS.—A TRIO OF CELEBRATED
     GAMESTERS.—THEIR EXTRAORDINARY HISTORY.—TRAGIC FATE OF A YOUNG
     RUSSIAN OFFICER.—TEMPTATION, DESPAIR, AND SUICIDE OF A BEAUTIFUL
     ENGLISH GIRL.—A LUCKY BANKER’S CLERK.—A HUNGARIAN HANGING HIMSELF
     FOR A WARNING.—ECCENTRICITIES OF CROUPIERS.—A CALM-BLOODED
     HOLLANDER.—THE SKELETON IN THE CLOSET.—ROSE-STREWN ROADS TO RUIN.


For mere recreation and pleasure the foreign watering-places have
great advantages over those at home. Saratoga cannot be compared
to Baden any more than Long Branch to Biarritz. The promenades and
promenaders beyond the sea have far more pleasantness and variety; the
scenery is more picturesque, and the general comfort and satisfaction
immeasurably greater. There is much less of that desire of one to
outdo the other, much less feverish unrest, much less ambition and
anxiety for display. Each person lives according to his or her means;
has no heart-burnings or envy on account of people in more fortunate
circumstances. The gardens of the spas are delightful, and when the
bands play, as they do at stated intervals, and the fountains flash
in the sunbeams or the moonlight, and the gay throng passes to and
fro, and easy prattle is interspersed with merriment and laughter, all
the externals for enjoyment are furnished. The promenades, like the
gaming saloons, are as a gay masquerade. On them and in them are men
and women of every grade, and they all mingle together, though without
recognition, as a well-dressed and well-bred democracy. Balls and
concerts are given every week; and these, with dining, and wining,
and driving, and flirting, and the countless follies and jollities
of fashionable life, make the season pass swiftly in one round of
delicate dissipation and refined revelry. Such extremes and excesses
as we have are not observable there. The social tone is more elegant,
although a fairer outside may conceal darker and deeper deeps. To an
observer and student of human nature, the German spas are certainly
more attractive and retentive than our own summer resorts. They do not
weary you after a few days, or weeks at most, but draw you back to
them year after year with a freshness of flavor and the spice of a new
zest.

[Sidenote: MYSTERIOUS CHARACTERS.]

This continuity of charm is shown by the large number of regular
habitués which each of the four springs has. I have met at Baden and
Wiesbaden elderly couples who had been coming there since their early
marriage, and who regarded the places and the play as indispensable
to their contentment. You see there, season after season, mysterious
characters that you never see anywhere else,—men apparently wealthy,
with fine manners and a grand air, who, for aught you know to the
contrary, may be pirates or highwaymen. Eccentric women flock
there, too, about whom there are endless rumors, but no authentic
information. They may be duchesses or demi-mondists, actresses or
adventuresses, leaders of the ton or ladies of the sidewalk. So long
as they conduct themselves properly, no one cares to inquire who they
are or whence they come. The atmosphere of the Taunus and the Black
Forest is free, and not a taint of Puritanism is in it. They whose
position is fixed are so much assured thereof that they do not fear
any passing wind which may blow between them and their nobility.

[Illustration: GAMBLING SALOON AT BADEN.]

[Sidenote: REMARKABLE ADVENTURESSES.]

One of the oldest known frequenters of Homburg is the Countess
Kisselef, the former wife of the Russian minister to Rome. She has
never missed a season for forty years, and recently she has been a
permanent resident of the little capital. She must be seventy now;
is so broken in health, and infirm of body, that she is forced to
hobble about with a cane and a crutch. Age and debility have not,
however, lessened her passion for roulette, the only game she
plays. Her passion for it is ineradicable, and the story is, that
her husband long ago separated from her because she would not give
up gambling, to which she devoted the greater part of her income.
Having married her, it is said, for her fortune,—originally several
millions of roubles,—he was angry that she should risk at the tables
what he wished to use for himself. Her losses are reported to have
been immense,—I have heard them estimated at a million and a half
of dollars,—and yet she has quite enough left to enable her to bet
freely in the Cursaal. Her gray hair, aquiline nose, sharp chin, and
large and crippled figure are familiar to everybody. She is usually
one of the first persons seated at the table, and some minutes before
eleven o’clock you may see her helped into the room by the lackeys, or
some of her own servants. She occupies a particular chair, and she is
always in it, except when she goes to dinner and to sleep; taking no
rest even on Sunday, when the game is generally more animated than on
any other day.

The countess is very much attached to Homburg, where she has put up
many handsome buildings, opened several new streets, and in many ways
contributed to its improvement. Exceedingly homely as she is now,—she
reminds me of a feminine grenadier wounded in different campaigns,—she
is reputed to have been beautiful once, and to have been a fascinating
and dangerous coquette. Such tales are told of nearly all women known
in society who are noticeably ugly and obese. I can’t believe that
the Countess Kisselef could ever have been charming. I should sooner
expect her to break the bank at Homburg ten times a day in her present
old age, than think it possible for her to have broken a masculine
heart in all the freshness of her youth. A woman of her form and
feature might be formidable as a foe, but never perilous as a friend.
The aged countess has had her obituary written several times, but she
was still alive, and still watching the ivory ball, the last season,
and will be, I am sure, for many seasons to come. [The gambling tables
were closed last year because the license expired with 1872, and the
countess can hardly survive. Roulette has so long been her sustenance
that she must perish if deprived of it for many seasons.]

[Sidenote: A FORTUNATE WOMAN.]

The Princess Suvarroff, also a Russian, is one of the notabilities
of Baden. Her career, if report be true, must have been eventful. A
native of Siberia, she went to St. Petersburg while very young, and
her father occupying a high position in the army, she was received
into the best society, and, by her beauty, grace, and accomplishments,
soon became the centre of a large and admiring circle. She had lovers
by the dozen; and although many men of rank sued for her hand, she
refused every offer, declaring she preferred freedom to the highest
title and the largest income. At last the Czar, wishing to perpetuate
the name of Suvarroff, then dependent on a single scion,—the prince
of that name,—urgently requested that she should take the prince
for a husband. The imperial request is equivalent to a command, and
the charming flirt, unwilling to forfeit the favor of the court,
consented, even with the knowledge that her husband would be her
husband only in name. She has since had several children; and though
their paternity is not easily traceable, they are called Suvarroffs,
and the object of the Czar is therefore attained. The princess has
had, and still has, all the liberty she could desire. She goes where
she chooses, and does what she likes. Baden is her favorite resort,
and _rouge-et-noir_ her favorite pastime. She has been remarkably
successful in her ventures, being one of the very few players who have
won more than they have lost. Her reputation for luck has long been
established, and the consequence is, she is perpetually asked to place
the money of others upon the green cloth, which she often does, as
she is extremely good-natured and obliging. Considerably over forty
now, she is still handsome, and her ease and grace of manner, with her
richness of attire, indifference to conventionality, and brilliancy of
conversation, render her noticeable at all times and in all places.

[Sidenote: A NOTED GAMESTER.]

Señor Garcia, one of the most renowned of Continental gamesters,
and one of the lions of the spas, died very recently in Geneva,
bankrupt in hope and fortune. He was born at Saragossa, of a good
Spanish family, and inherited large wealth at his maturity. This
he wasted in dissipation, materially assisted by his fondness for
_trente-et-quarante_. He afterwards inherited some twenty thousand
francs by the death of a relative in France, and, with this as a
stake, he won nearly two millions of dollars. For several years he
lived luxuriously, driving the finest of horses, wearing the rarest
of diamonds, giving the superbest of dinners. His turnouts were
conspicuous in all the capitals of Europe, and, though he spent
money like Fortunatus, there seemed to be no end to his wealth. No
one in this generation has broken the bank of Baden so often, and
_tailleurs_ at _rouge-et-noir_ really feared him, so unprecedented had
been his successes. His luck deserted him at last, and he lost in the
Conversationshaus the last florin he had been able to borrow.

He then went to Monaco, and became a waiter at a fashionable
restaurant; but whenever he had a few francs in his purse, he laid
them on the table which had swallowed up his riches. His lofty air
in the restaurant at Monaco first directed my attention to him, and
caused the remark that he had the manners of a prince in the person
of a servant. Informed of his antecedents, I no longer wondered
that his appearance was above his station. He was a great favorite
of the patrons of the establishment where he was employed, and the
gratuities bestowed upon him were large and frequent. He received
them, I remember, as if it were a condescension on his part, and as
if the givers ought to be eternally grateful to him for his generous
acceptance. He made numerous efforts to propitiate the goddess who
had deserted him, but she was as obdurate as a woman whose vanity had
been wounded. After various shifts, he breathed his last in miserable
lodgings, leaving behind him but twenty sous as a mournful memento of
his dangerous vice and his once splendid fortune. The close of his
career conveys its own moral. He died as most gamesters die, whatever
may have been their occasional prosperity—baffled in his desires,
robbed of his gains, derided by destiny.

Garcia had more philosophy than many gamesters have. They who lose
everything, after having been for a certain time successful, are often
so deeply distressed by their changed condition that they commit
suicide.

Self-destruction is something the virtuous Direction has a holy horror
of, for it clearly illustrates the natural result of gambling, and
has a tendency to discourage timid persons from betting liberally.
The Direction doesn’t care a maravedi, of course, how many men
hang or women poison themselves, after being ruined at _roulette_
or _rouge-et-noir_, if they will only be obliging enough to die
privately, instead of in the face of the public. Every once in a
while, some man, whose last stake the _croupier_ has raked in, steps
into the beautiful gardens in the rear of the gambling saloons, and
blows out his brains, because he believes that an empty purse is more
to be dreaded than an occupied coffin.

[Sidenote: AN ILL-STARRED RUSSIAN.]

Two or three years ago, a young Russian officer, a member of a highly
influential family, came to Wiesbaden to spend the summer. He had
never touched a card,—indeed, he did not know one from another,—and
was enjoying himself very well with the pleasant acquaintances he
had made there, when an Italian lady, who had been unlucky, asked
him, one day, in the Cursaal, to bet a few napoleons for her. She had
faith, inasmuch as he was entirely unfamiliar with gambling of any
sort, that he might turn the tide of her fortune. He was too gallant
to refuse, and, as it happened, he won for her in less than half an
hour two hundred napoleons, without understanding a single rule of
the game. He then asked her if she was satisfied, and she replied in
the affirmative. He quitted the saloon, determined never to play on
his own account. He misunderstood himself. He passed a feverish and
restless night, and in the morning he was drawn irresistibly to the
tables. If he could have such good fortune for another, why should he
not have it for himself? He was haunted at once by visions of wealth,
and he no longer had the power to resist the tempter.

The young officer took his place at the table, and did not rise from
his chair until eleven o’clock that night—the regular hour of closing.
He was then ahead of the game nearly one thousand dollars, and the
demon of avarice was fully aroused in his soul. Another feverish and
restless night, and again the morning found him at his post. For
several days he played with varying success, and at the end of a
fortnight he had lost all he had, and had drawn the last franc from
his bankers in Paris. He then borrowed a considerable sum from his
friends at Baden, and that went with the rest. Excitement, and the
unusual quantity of wine he had drank, had maddened him. His sole
thought and desire was to get more money for play.

In a moment of weakness and frenzy, he forged the name of a wealthy
cousin in Moscow upon a bank in St. Petersburg, and asked an
acquaintance, to whom he had brought letters of introduction, to cash
it for accommodation. The request was granted as soon as made. The
Russian hurried to the Conversationshaus, confident that he would win
enough to take up the draft, which he had expressed a desire that
his friend would hold for a day or two, as he might in the meantime
receive a remittance from his father.

The fates were hostile. When the officer laid his wager on black, the
red won; and when he trusted the red, the black triumphed.

[Sidenote: PAYING THE DEBT OF NATURE.]

In three hours the entire amount of the draft had melted away. Ruin
stared him in the face,—not only financial ruin, but ruin to his good
name, his honor, his self-esteem, which he had prized more than life
itself. Hopeful as he had been, he had prepared himself for such a
desperate emergency. He had a small Deringer pistol in his pocket, and
rising from the table, and stepping back two or three paces, he put it
closely to his heart, and pulled the trigger.

[Sidenote: SUICIDE FROM REMORSE.]

The _galerie_, intent on the game, did not notice his movement and
the first intimation it had of anything unusual was the report of
the weapon and the heavy fall of the officer on the floor. The ruined
gamester gasped twice or thrice, and his life went out with the blood
that crimsoned his bosom.

The players—some of them, at least—were startled for a moment; several
of the ladies shrieked, and one, an American, swooned. The _tailleur_
and the _croupiers_ looked on unmoved, and expressed some surprise
that the young man had not been polite enough to step into the garden
before shooting himself. The _tailleur_ announced that the game would
be suspended for half an hour. In that time the body was removed, the
blood washed away, and the eternal _Faites votre jeu, messieurs; le
jeu est fait; rien ne va plus_, was croaked out once more; the cards
were laid, and the coin pushed over, or raked in by the solemnly
silent _croupier_.

Women, with the retiring modesty that belongs to their sex, seldom
make an exhibition of themselves, even when they are the heroines of
their own tragedy.

At Ems, recently, a young English lady of family became engaged to a
gentleman in her own grade of life, who could not bear the idea of
women gambling. She had been at the baths for several seasons with
her father; had frequently staked money at the tables, and had formed
a strong attachment thereto. Her father was aware that she played
sometimes for amusement, but never suspected how much of a fascination
the game had for her. Unknown to him, she had pawned her jewels to
obtain money to hazard at _rouge-et-noir_.

After her engagement, her lover told her how much he was shocked to
see any members of her sex degrade themselves by gaming, and added
that, much as he cherished her, he would rather behold her dead than
receiving a fortune from the hands of a _croupier_. Deeply impressed
by the earnestness of his words, she resolved never again to take
any part in the dangerous excitement. For weeks she adhered to her
resolution; but, one evening, while strolling through the Curhaus, she
so far forgot herself as to venture a napoleon, and, winning that, to
venture and to lose twenty more. For three days she continued to bet
secretly, and at the end of the time felt convinced the passion was
too strong to be surrendered. Such self-knowledge was terrible indeed,
and so deep was her mental distress that she determined to live no
longer. Purchasing a vial of laudanum, she went to her own room, and
writing a letter to her affianced husband, in which she made a full
confession of what she had done, and of the unendurable misery her
conduct had caused her, she swallowed the poison, and was found, the
next morning, dead in her bed. Her affianced lover was overwhelmed
with sorrow, and protested that he should never more know an hour’s
peace.

This proved to be only masculine hyperbole; for he was married two
years after, and appeared, judging by outward signs, one of the most
contented and self-satisfied of men.

[Sidenote: LOVE BRINGS LUCK.]

All this perilous wooing of fortune does not always lead to tragedy.
A young man, residing in Frankfort, who had only his salary as a
banker’s clerk to live upon, fell in love with a prosperous merchant’s
daughter, and his attachment was fully reciprocated. The rich papa,
as commonly happens, was unwilling to have a poor son-in-law, and so
refused his consent point blank to the union. Entreaties were vain;
his daughter’s tears moved him not a whit. He informed the young man
that he would give him three years to achieve pecuniary independence
in, and if he did not succeed, he must, at the end of that period,
abandon all hope of the girl’s hand. In America fortunes are suddenly
made; but in Germany, where everything runs in grooves, there is
hardly a possibility of earning much money, unaided by capital or
powerful influence. For twenty-four months Romeo struggled for
his prize, but struggled in vain. He had succeeded in saving only
about five hundred dollars; and, knowing this would be considered a
contemptible sum by the merchant, he felt that he would be forced to
give up all claim to the woman he adored.

Falling asleep, one night, with this subject upon his mind, he dreamed
of going to Homburg and increasing his little store tenfold. On
awakening, he considered his dream prophetic. He visited Homburg,
placed his all upon “color” again and again, and each time “color”
won. His five hundred dollars he increased to ten thousand; returned
to Frankfort; procured papa’s consent; married the girl, and, as the
story goes, has never since been known to risk a florin on a game of
chance. So even gambling, great evil as it is, sometimes does good,
though instances like this are extremely rare.

A Hungarian merchant from Pesth came to a melancholy end at Baden, a
few years ago. He had been to London on business, and on his way home
thought he would spend some days at the baths, where a number of his
friends were staying. He had scarcely arrived there when he began at
_rouge-et-noir_ with a few florins, not having the least intention of
playing largely. Like hundreds of others before him, he was drawn into
the dangerous rapids before he was well aware of it. He lost not only
the money he had with him, but drew on his own firm, obtained advances
on his letters of credit, and at the end of a week was absolutely
ruined. He had a wife and six children at home, and had not the moral
courage to apprise them that they were beggars, to make a resolution
never to play more, and commence life anew. Wishing, however, that
his fate might be a warning to others, he went late at night to the
promenade in front of the Conversationshaus, and when the little town
was quiet and asleep, he placed a large placard upon his breast and
hanged himself before the main entrance to the beautiful building. The
placard, written in French, ran thus:—

[Sidenote: A WARNING THAT WAS LOST.]

          “Here am I, a Victim of Gambling!
      Take Warning by me, and never Enter this Hell!
        The Man who Plays Damns his Soul Forever!
    Don’t Deceive Yourself! Bet Once, and You are Lost!
      The Doors of this Saloon are the Gates of Death.”

[Sidenote: FAIR WITHOUT, HIDEOUS WITHIN.]

The bathers and water-drinkers, sallying forth early, were shocked
to see the unfortunate gentleman suspended by the neck, and to read
what he had so truthfully written. The Direction, indignant at what
they considered a breach of etiquette, lost no time in removing the
corpse, which furnished such a sad commentary on their perfidious
entertainment. Before breakfast everybody knew of the tragedy, and
it had such an effect upon the patrons of the bank that the tables,
for two or three days, were very thinly attended. The Direction felt
sorely troubled respecting the unpleasant circumstance, as they termed
it, and industriously circulated the report that there was no truth in
the story of the Hungarian suicide; that he had really left for Basle
the day previous to his reported self-destruction; that the figure
found hanging was merely an effigy placed there by some mischievous
jesters, against whom legal proceedings would be begun forthwith.
Strangely enough, this invention was believed. The players returned in
full force, and the warning of the Hungarian was lost, as a thousand
other warnings have been lost before.

If the private history of the four gaming places could be learned,
with all the evils resulting from them, the record would be ghastly
and hideous indeed. It is only now and then that an intimation of the
great injury they do comes to the surface; and if any considerable
part of it were known, the springs would be avoided like lazar-houses.
A stoical pride is generally practised by the habitués who have
suffered financially; and I have observed many men, and not a few
women, turn away from the tables with a forced smile, when I knew that
they were undergoing excruciating torture.

Losing money which one cannot afford to lose brings with it a train of
social, mental, and moral ills that cannot be fully estimated. Could a
thousandth part of the woes wrought by the demon of chance be depicted
on those frescoed and gilded walls, they would equal the torments
ascribed by gloomy priests to the doomed and damned in the fiery pit.

The outside of the temples of fortune is dazzlingly attractive; but,
passing beyond the portals, and lifting the purple veil, such anguish
and agony are apparent as may well appall the stoutest heart.

Some men are so methodical and cool-blooded that they are proof
against the seductions of _roulette_ and _rouge-et-noir_. They can
make up their mind beforehand as to how much they will lose, and never
risk another florin. These, however, are exceptions to human nature,
and no ordinary mortal can hope to imitate them with any prospect of
success.

[Sidenote: A CALM-BLOODED BANKER.]

A sturdy Dutch banker from Amsterdam is in the habit of visiting one
of the spas every season, and always bets within a certain limit. Four
thousand florins is the sum he feels able to lose annually, and this
being gone, nothing prompts him to risk any more. Sometimes he loses
this in a few days, sometimes not for weeks, sometimes not at all.
Whatever he may gain does not count, as he feels privileged to do as
he chooses with his winnings, but having parted at the tables with
four thousand florins less than he had on his arrival, he is bidden in
vain to make his game. He told me once that he fancied he was a good
deal ahead of the tables, but having made an exact calculation, he
found that in ten years all he had won was fifteen florins.

The _croupiers_ are a singular class. Nearly all of them have, some
time or other, belonged to the _galerie_, and, as may be imagined from
their position, have wrecked themselves on the uncertain sea of hazard.

[Sidenote: ANTECEDENTS OF CROUPIERS.]

The last season I was at Homburg, six of the _croupiers_ there had
histories. One of them was the son of a coffee planter of Brazil. He
had fallen into some serious trouble in Rio Janeiro, and had gone to
Lisbon, where he led such a prodigal life, and drew on his father
so frequently, that the old gentleman refused to honor his drafts
further. The young scapegrace then went to Italy, served in the Papal
army, afterwards became a sailor, travelled all through the Orient,
earned considerable money by trading, went back to the Continent,
visited Baden, arrayed himself against the tables, was rendered
penniless, and in his desperate strait was appointed _croupier_.

A second of this fraternity had been a Malay pirate, it was whispered,
and also a monk in Palermo; then a _valet de place_, and finally a
brother of the rake.

The third informed me he had been a Greek priest, but, having been
suspected of conspiring against the Emperor of Russia, he was sent to
Siberia, whence he escaped and entered upon his present calling.

A fourth, a Hebrew, once kept a pawnbroking shop in Chatham Street,
and was sentenced to Sing Sing on a charge of forgery, served two
years, inherited some money left him by an uncle in Prague, became a
victim to play, and at last had the satisfaction of getting on the
right side of the table.

The fifth _croupier_, a Frenchman, had emigrated to California in
1849, and, as a member of the sporting fraternity, narrowly escaped
hanging by a mob, some years after. Floating from point to point, he
stranded at Baden, and will doubtless die there.

The sixth began his career as a reporter on a Berlin journal; served
in the Prussian army; studied law, medicine, and theology, but could
never practise anything save gambling. “I always lose,” he said to
me; “and having no more money to risk, I have the satisfaction now of
seeing other persons make as great fools of themselves as I have made
myself.”

Hundreds of chapters might be written on the gambling hells of
Germany, for the subject is inexhaustible. But each and all of them,
if truthful, would show that the spas, like the Dead Sea apples, are
attractive to the sight, but ashes and bitterness within. The players
are handsome maskers. They laugh, and dance, and seem happy; but when
the masks and dominos are removed, the bodies are leprous, their touch
contagion, their soft caress a lingering and loathsome death.




LI.

SUBTERRANEAN DWELLINGS.

     EARLIEST HABITATIONS.—UNDERGROUND HOUSES.—A DWELLING ON THE
     AMERICAN PLAINS.—HOW AN EARTH HOUSE IS MADE.—RESULT OF A NIGHT
     IN IT.—ARCTIC DWELLINGS.—A MANSION IN KAMCHATKA.—ITS ADVANTAGES
     AND DISADVANTAGES.—A CHIMNEY AND DOORWAY IN COMMON.—THE
     AUTHOR’S EXPERIENCE.—A LIVE DOG IN A STEW-KETTLE.—THE STORY OF
     GAMOOT.—HOW HE ENTERTAINED HIS FRIENDS.—FISH-OIL PUNCH AND A
     CANDLE BREAKFAST.—HOW HE LEARNED ENGLISH.—NEW MODE OF BOXING THE
     COMPASS.—GAMOOT’S MELANCHOLY FATE.


The climate of the Garden of Eden was of such a temperature, and
the customs of Adam and Eve, before their famous fruit-gathering
excursion, were of such a primitive character, that no dwellings were
needed. It is not known that the weather ever compelled Adam and Eve
to seek shelter, and they had no prying neighbors to disturb them;
but, after the abandonment of the garden, it became necessary for them
and their followers to have places of shelter. The first habitations
were, probably, holes in the ground. The historians generally agree
that the primitive habitations of the savage partake more or less of
a subterranean character. At the present day there are many tribes of
people that live wholly or partially under ground. Dwellings thus made
are easy of construction, especially in regions where timber is not
abundant, and the facilities for working in stone do not abound.

In the far west, between the Mississippi River and the Rocky
Mountains, there are many underground, or partly underground,
dwellings, inhabited, not by savages, but by white men. Dwellings
of this sort are not particularly dry, but they are generally cool,
and, if one does not mind a little dampness, they are quite
comfortable. My first experience with one of these habitations was
not entirely agreeable. I had been travelling for several days, and
sleeping at night under the shelter of a wagon. My bed was airy, and
the only protection the wagon gave me was to keep away the dew, and
prevent wandering mules and oxen from running over me. My health was
excellent, and I was beginning to consider a house a superfluity.

We found a party of men living in one of these houses, where there was
no wood for a long distance, or but very little of it, and they had
dug out a place under ground, covered it with a roof consisting of
poles, bushes, and turf, and were making themselves comfortable. They
urged me to share their hospitality, and I did so, abandoning my wagon
for the shelter of their roof. In the morning I awoke with one of the
worst colds I ever had in my life, and for several days I had a very
disagreeable and intimate acquaintance with a sore throat.

[Illustration: ESQUIMAUX DWELLINGS.]

[Sidenote: A MANSION IN KAMCHATKA.]

In the northern part of America and Asia the dwellings of the
aboriginals are constructed partly under ground. A hole is dug in the
earth four or five feet deep, and a rude roof of poles and earth is
placed over it. The Greenlanders and the Esquimaux generally enter
their dwellings by a long passage-way, so low that one must creep on
his hands and knees, and it is so narrow that a stranger cannot easily
turn round in it. In Kamchatka the natives have a similar dwelling.
Some tribes enter their houses at the side by a passage-way, somewhat
like the entrance to an Esquimaux dwelling. Other tribes enter through
the centre of the roof, going down through a hole which serves for a
chimney.

[Sidenote: GOING DOWN A CHIMNEY.]

After an experience of both kinds of entrances, I greatly prefer the
Esquimaux’. In North-eastern Siberia it was my fortune to be thrown
among the Koraks, a people whose dwellings have only one place to
serve as a door and chimney. The fire is directly beneath this hole.
It is generally burning in winter with considerable briskness, and
almost always has a pot of reindeer meat over it. When you accept
the hospitality of a Korak, you descend into this hole by means of a
pole with notches in its side, on which you must cling with feet and
hands. A blast of hot, blinding smoke rises in your face, and, as you
descend, it grows hotter and hotter. By the time you are within two
feet of the bottom, you can scarcely breathe. When you think you are
nearing the bottom, you must jump from the pole, and you are just as
likely to jump into the fire as you are to jump from it. At my first
experience I did not jump fairly into the fire, but so close to it
that my feet came very near being singed.

Every Korak habitation supports a large number of dogs, which are
used for draught purposes. The dogs are not admitted to the private
quarters of the family, but are compelled to stay outside. They
content themselves with hanging round the hole in the roof, and look
down in the inside, sniffing the venison that is below. Occasionally
they get to fighting near the hole, and one of them drops through.
Sometimes he drops into the fire, and sometimes into the pot of meat,
and makes a commotion. He yells a good deal in either case. If he
has fallen into the fire, he is taken by the neck and swung up again
through the chimney. If he falls into the stew-pot, he is taken out,
howling all the while like a congress of chimpanzees, the broth is
squeezed out of his shaggy hide, so that it shall not be lost, and
then he is thrown up into the open air. The natives do not appear to
have any pity for the dog, and the fact that he has been soused in
the dinner pot does not in the least affect their appetites. They
swallow the stewed venison with just the same relish as they would if
it contained no dog’s hairs to thicken the mess and get between their
teeth.

[Sidenote: INCONVENIENCES OF ARCTIC NIGHTS.]

In these northern regions the weather is exceedingly cold. On the
coast of the Arctic Ocean, far inside the polar circle, the sun
frequently forgets itself, and for days and weeks in summer behaves
like a masculine chicken, and never sets. In winter it also forgets
itself, and not only sets, but stays set for a longer time than the
most respectable hen that was ever known. It would be inconvenient
to publish a daily newspaper there, for the reason that some of the
days are not more than fifteen minutes long, while others are three
or four months. And the same is the case with the nights, which are
sometimes stretched out to an inconvenient length. They would be jolly
for courtships and for evening parties; but it would not be advisable,
in the middle of one of the best of those nights, to sing “We won’t go
home till morning,” and then fall to drinking hot punches and things
every ten minutes, “till daylight doth appear.”

Those long nights are a great delusion to a man who thinks it will be
capital sport to lie abed until late in the morning. If he goes to bed
with a determination to make a night of it, he finds that he does not
sleep straight through, but has to get up a good many times before
morning to have his hair dressed, and to get on the outside of that
edible conglomerate known as hash. If he should try to get through the
night without eating or drinking, the probabilities are that he would
furnish a job for a hyperborean undertaker in consequence of early
starvation; but it would be equally inconvenient to attempt to stay
out of bed all day, as a great many people insist upon doing in this
part of the world. A nap would be necessary after breakfast and after
dinner, at all events, and I shrewdly suspect that the most of us, if
we lived there, would have many breakfasts and dinners between sunrise
and sunset.

It would delight John B. Gough or Father Mathew to have an old toper
go away up north in summer, and take only one drink a day; and if
he took it in the shape of an appetizer before breakfast, it would
give him a splendid appetite by the time he sat down to his toast
and steak, provided the day was laid out for only one allowance of
breakfast, dinner, and supper.

[Sidenote: GAMOOT AT HOME.]

In describing life in this region of ice, and snow, and underground
dwellings, I propose to do it by narrating the adventures of a
mythical native, whom I will call Gamoot. He owned a brown stone
front, about latitude seventy-five degrees north, longitude two
hundred and fifty degrees east, where his nearest neighbor was a polar
bear, and he looked out of his bay window upon a cheerful scene of
icebergs, and all that sort of thing. His brown stone front was made
of ice, built over a hole in the ground, and looked like one of the
piles of hay that the farmers make in the field, before they drive
round with the cart. The front door was a slab of ice, and, when you
had rung the bell and sent up your card, you dropped on your hands and
knees, and went in. The hall was twenty feet long, and about two feet
high and wide; it made a couple of turns, and one of them was a sharp
angle, like the corner of a dry goods box. You went inside the house,
and had to twist yourself round the corner of the hall, like a big
steamboat going up the Red River. You had to work your way along very
much as an eel goes through a water-pipe. Gamoot did not ventilate his
hall very well, and if you were a new comer, it was quite possible for
you to imagine that you had mistaken the entrance, and gone into the
sewer instead of the fashionable doorway.

It was inconvenient sometimes, when you were about mid-way of the
hall, creeping along ever so nice, and just doubling the sharp
corner,—it was inconvenient, I say, to meet one of Gamoot’s big dogs
on his way out. Gamoot’s dogs were an independent lot of pups, with
appetites like mill-hoppers, and teeth like cross-cut saws. When they
made up their minds to go out, they generally went, and if anybody was
in the way, it was healthier for him to go ashore than to stay there.
Gamoot used to apologize for his dogs, and say that their conduct was
owing to their breeding, as they were half wolf and the rest ugliness.
I used to wish that they had been of a different breed.

But if you happened to get into Gamoot’s house without being
interviewed by his dogs, you were sure to be interviewed by the whole
family as soon as you reached the parlor. The _grand salon_ was about
twenty feet across, and was high enough to allow Gamoot to lie down,
which he did very often. The only way you could stand erect was by
sitting down on the floor, and standing in sections. By sitting down
you could hold your head and body in a perpendicular position, or by
lying on your back you could stick up your feet and legs. The latter
position was considered ungraceful, and was not generally practised by
visitors. The house was ventilated through the hall, which was always
kept closed. The atmosphere was about as thick as an invalid’s gruel,
and sometimes it became so tough and hard that visitors used to break
off pieces of it to carry away as _souvenirs_. Gamoot had a pan which
he used to fill with fish-oil, and then put a wick in it. This pan
served as chandelier, furnace, and everything of the sort. Sometimes
the children fell into it, but it did not burn them, though they
soaked up a frightful lot of grease.

[Sidenote: HYPERBOREAN ETIQUETTE.]

Sometimes, when Gamoot had company that he wanted to get rid of, he
used to take a bottle out of doors, and fill it with fresh air. He
would then return, and hold it to the nose of each visitor. He would
then point to the cheerful hall-way; the two movements were understood
to mean that there was more of the same sort outside, and that the
visitors had better be sniffing it. The gentle hint was generally
understood, and the visitor, after looking to see that the dogs were
all inside, and not likely to be met in the hall, politely bade Gamoot
adieu, kissed Mrs. Gamoot, the children, and the dogs, and departed.

Gamoot was as hospitable as a Dutch uncle. He used to keep a barrel of
fish-oil and a box of candles on draught in one corner of his study
and smoking-room. Whenever you called, he would mix you a fish-oil
punch; and O, such a punch! It is enough to make one’s mouth oil to
think of it! Then he would hand you a candle, just as your Boston
entertainer would hand you a cracker; and he not only handed you a
candle, but he took one himself. It was a pleasure to see him, with a
tin glass of oil punch in one hand and a candle in the other, and as
fast as he took a sip at the candle, he took a bite at the punch; and
it was not the polite thing to refuse either one or the other. Gamoot
used to resent a refusal, and he had a pleasant way of taking you by
the back of the neck, and squeezing you till your mouth opened. Then
he would drive the candle down your throat with a mallet that he kept
for the purpose, and he would pour the punch after it with a funnel.
Knowing his playful eccentricities, it was always better to take your
punch and candle without making a fuss.

It may be inferred that Gamoot was an uncivilized savage; but he was
not. He had met white men who visited the polar regions in pursuit
of whales. He had learned from these aristocrats something of the
language and customs of civilization. He had no knowledge of sacred
history; but, to judge from the style of his speech, he was well
versed in profane history. He knew most of the parts of speech in the
English language that are addressed to disobedient sailors by their
captains and first and second mates; and on one occasion a shipwrecked
mariner offered to educate Gamoot in English for his board and
lodging. Gamoot accepted, and they went to work.

“I will teach the bloody Injin to box the compass,” said the mariner
to himself.

“Come here, blame your eyes!” said the mariner to Gamoot; only he used
another word, which I do not exactly recall, in place of “blame.”

[Sidenote: NEW WAY OF BOXING THE COMPASS.]

The mariner had saved a compass, and as Gamoot stood over it, Jack
placed his finger on the “points,” and named them over. But instead of
giving their names as they are known to nautical sailors, he applied
an oath to each of them; and he varied the oaths, so that by the time
the compass was boxed, he had uttered a lot of profanity that would
make an Arkansas stage-driver break his heart for joy.

Gamoot was a good scholar, and learned his lesson well. He used to
repeat it to visitors, and was as proud of it as a poodle dog is
of the ribbons in his ears. He always gave great delight to the
strangers, especially if they happened to be chaplains of whale-ships,
or missionaries on the hunt for converts. To enter his house, take
an oil punch and an appetizing candle, and hear his melodious voice
box the compass in the way he had been taught, was a delight that few
persons ever enjoyed.

[Sidenote: TRAGIC FATE OF GAMOOT.]

But one day, when the bark Susan Maria touched near Gamoot’s mansion
for salt, water, and provisions, the hospitable gentleman went to
the beach to welcome the crew, and look out for a chance to steal
something. By accident he picked up an oar, and was walking off with
it, for fear it might be lost. One of the sailors addressed Gamoot in
language much like boxing the compass, and the innocent aboriginal
supposed the briny navigator was repeating his lesson. The first mate,
who had charge of the boat, repeated the address, and added something
which implied that the dog-star presided at the birth of Gamoot. This
phrase was also familiar to the native, and he paid no attention to it.

The mate then proceeded to give Gamoot a gentle hint, which he did by
throwing a harpoon through him. The point of the instrument entered
between the brown-skinned gentleman’s shoulders, and came out in
front of his heart, after dividing that organ into unequal parts. The
boat-steerer then gave an additional hint by throwing a bomb-lance,
which exploded in Gamoot’s head, and interfered seriously with future
repetitions of his lesson in navigation.

Gamoot subsequently died of his injuries. His romantic career has
passed into poesy, and the story of his house, his punches, his
candles, his linguistic researches, and his unfortunate harpooning is
sung wherever he was known.




LII.

BRIGANDAGE AS A FINE ART.

     HIGHWAY ROBBERY IN MODERN TIMES.—THE OLD WORLD AND THE NEW
     CONTRASTED.—HABITS OF RUSSIAN ROBBERS.—PIOUS THIEVES.—PRAYERS FOR
     SUCCESS.—ROAD AGENTS.—CRUELTIES OF ITALIAN BRIGANDS.—TORTURE AND
     RANSOM OF PRISONERS.—SPANISH BRIGANDS.—ADVENTURE ON A SPANISH
     ROAD.—AN AMERICAN PRINCE AND AN ENGLISH DUCHESS.—AN EXCITING
     RACE.—A DUCHESS IN UNDRESS.


Brigandage is rapidly becoming a thing of the past in most parts
of Europe, thanks to the introduction of railways, and the gradual
abolition of the mail coach and diligence. In France it occurs so
rarely as to cause general comment whenever an instance is reported;
and in Prussia and Austria one can travel, with little danger of
highway robbery, from one end of the country to the other. Russia,
which has few railways, has more cases of brigandage than its western
neighbors, though the government always deals very severely with
robbers when it catches them. Travellers in the eastern and southern
parts of the Muscovite empire frequently encounter robbers on their
route, and give up their purses with as good grace as they can muster.
There is a law in Russia that forbids one to fire upon robbers, unless
they outnumber him three to one; but as a man who is attacked can
usually make conscientious oath that he thought his assailants very
numerous, he is generally excused for any violation of the statute in
such cases made and provided.

The land to which most of the Russian convicts are banished, Siberia,
is, curiously enough, less dangerous for a traveller than the European
possessions of the czar. In a land journey of five thousand miles, in
Northern Asia, I was never disturbed by footpads, and suffered no
apprehension. Had my tour been in midsummer, there would have been
less security; but as it occurred in winter, when the thermometer
frequently reached forty degrees below zero, the circumstances were
not favorable to lying in wait for several hours, when the prospect
was good that the highwayman would freeze to death before he could
find some one on whom to try his skill.

[Sidenote: HOLDING PRISONERS FOR RANSOM.]

Of all European countries, Italy is the one at present whose
sculpture, begging, painting, and highway robbery have attained the
highest stage of perfection. In the southern part of the kingdom
robberies are of frequent occurrence, and the mountains are full of
bands, that have a regular organization for plundering travellers.
Sometimes the scoundrels add murder to robbery, and they have a
pleasant way of holding men for ransom. If the ransom money does not
come as promptly as they desire, they detach a prisoner’s ear, and
send it as a gentle hint for his friends to hurry up. If the ransom is
still delayed, the other ear follows, then a finger, and so on, until
the unfortunate traveller is about as much his former self as Hamlet
without Hamlet.

The Italian brigands are a pious lot of thieves, and when they set
out on a marauding expedition, they generally offer up prayers for
a successful result. Russian robbers are equally devout. There is
a story of a Muscovite highwayman, who one day killed a traveller,
and, while rifling his pockets, discovered a cake containing meat.
Though very hungry, he could not eat the cake, as the church fast then
prevailing forbade the use of meat. The King of Italy has made very
earnest efforts to suppress brigandage in his dominions; but he has
not succeeded, partly on account of the pope declining to coöperate
with him as fully as he desires, and partly owing to the fondness of
the inhabitants for a wild life. The Ex-King of Naples, who resided
in Rome until quite recently, was well known to be in league with the
brigands, whom he hoped at some time to make the nucleus of an army in
case he should deem it prudent to endeavor to regain his throne. Men
who had been plundered on the roads of Southern Italy told me that
they afterwards met their robbers on the Corso, or in the Piazza di
Spagna, and saw them enter and leave the house of Ex-King Ferdinand.

[Sidenote: ROAD AGENTS IN CALIFORNIA.]

The most prosperous parts of the United States, in the matter of
brigandage, as elsewhere stated, are the new states and territories
west of the Missouri River. In Montana, Idaho, Nevada, and California,
highway robberies are frequent; and it is sometimes the custom for
the stage companies to supply passengers with rifles for their
protection. But the robbers generally take the opportunity to approach
when least expected, and in many cases they do not trouble the
passengers, but content themselves with the treasure in charge of
the express messenger. Generally the messenger shows fight, if the
driver does not, and in some instances the robbers have paid dearly
for their attempt. They are well armed, and the passengers usually
find it best to submit, and hand over their money without grumbling.
The Californians speak of these robbers as “road agents,” and I was
much amused at the name the first time I heard it. I was starting
from Stockton for Mariposa, and some one suggested, as I mounted to
the outside of the coach, that the road agents might trouble us. I
innocently asked if we were obliged to pay the tolls on the road, and
suggested that the duty belonged to the company. There was a general
laugh at my expense, as a fellow-passenger explained to me what a road
agent was.

Spain can boast a fair allowance of brigands, though not as many as
she could twenty years ago, on account of the construction of railways
along the principal routes of travel. Probably the present troubles
will leave the country in a very disordered condition, and for years
to come there will be many men seeking their living by plundering
others. The Spanish robbers are no less cruel than their Italian
brethren, and they regard human life as of very little consequence.
They do not hesitate to kill their victims when they think they will
endanger their safety by leaving them alive. Mexico, Cuba, and the
South American countries in general, copy the customs of the people
who colonized them, and especially in Mexico robbery is considered
one of the fine arts. Many wealthy people are not exempt from the
suspicion of having acquired their property by foul means; and not
unfrequently some of the high officers of the government are known to
connive at the exploits of Mexican Jack Sheppards and Claude Duvals.

[Sidenote: ADVENTURE WITH SPANISH BRIGANDS.]

A few years ago a gentleman of my acquaintance had a curious adventure
in Spain, which I will endeavor to relate in his own words. “I was
travelling with my wife,” said he, “and we had a long ride before
us to Grenada. I found that two diligences were to start the next
day, one of them quite new, and the other an old one. I engaged the
_coupé_ of the new diligence, paid for it, and was told to be ready
at six o’clock the next morning. When I went there, I found that an
English woman and her servant had installed themselves in our place,
which they preferred to the old carriage, in which they had chartered
the _coupé_. I protested; but the woman cut me short with, ‘I am the
Duchess of ——, and shall retain this carriage.’

“‘Ah,’ I replied, bowing low, ‘but I am the Prince Thomas of America,
and my other titles are Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Chicago, and
Salt Lake. We are all princes in America; and, madam, my wife is the
Countess of Michigan, Illinois, and Kentucky.’

“But the woman repeated her title, and refused to move. She did not
care for an American prince; and I was about to call the officials
to eject her, when my wife said, in her hearing, ‘If she is so
unlady-like as to act in this way, we will leave her to herself, and
ride in the old diligence.’

“The new vehicle moved off, bearing the English duchess, and we
followed ten minutes later in the old one. About two miles from the
starting-point, we passed the new carriage with a broken pole, and
the driver and conductor were endeavoring to get another from a
neighboring farm-house. As we passed them, I shouted to our postilion
that I would give him a real for every mile he kept ahead of the other
carriage, and a dollar for every hour he arrived in advance of his
usual time.

“He accepted the offer, and urged the horses to their best speed.
Every time we changed, I distributed a few reals to the men about the
stable; and I heard the postilion hint to them to make the changes
as fast as possible, but to be in no hurry in supplying the other
diligence. We went at a killing pace, and every time when we halted,
the postilion said, ‘You will owe me a great deal of money for this;
you will owe me a great deal of money.’

“I found on calculation that I should owe him a very liberal gratuity,
and assured him that I would pay everything I owed. As we passed
through a certain wood, I observed that he watched the road-side very
closely, and soon after repeated his remark about my indebtedness to
him. I could not understand what he meant, but was wiser afterwards.

[Sidenote: ENGAGING AN ENTIRE HOTEL.]

“We reached Grenada more than three hours ahead of time. There was
then but one decent hotel in the place; and I knew that my duchess
would be certain to go there, as it was not only the best hotel, but
the point of arrival and departure of the diligence. The house was
nearly full, and I engaged all the vacant rooms, paid a part of the
money for them, and took a receipt. Two or three Spanish travellers
arrived in the next hour, and I gave up some of my rooms to them, but
enjoined the landlord under no circumstances to admit the duchess, or
I would prosecute him for a violation of the contract.

“We dined, and took our ease in our room, and, after dinner was over,
we watched for the other diligence, which was somewhat overdue.

“When it arrived, it was three hours behind the regular time, or
six hours later than ourselves. The delay in consequence of the
pole giving way had been more than an hour; but this was the least
important mishap of the journey.

[Illustration: ROBBERY OF THE DILIGENCE.]

“The diligence had been robbed, and the brigands had done their work
most thoroughly. They had an understanding with the drivers, whom they
never disturbed, and expected the diligence at the wood where my
postilion looked around so anxiously. The rapid rate at which I was
travelling in the old carriage took us past the haunts of the robbers
an hour before we were expected, and thus I unwittingly saved myself
from being plundered. It turned out that the frequent remark of the
postilion, that I should owe him a great deal of money, referred to
this little business of robbing more than to the fast driving. By
following my desires in the matter of speed, he had saved me from an
encounter with the brigands, who would have relieved me of all my
spare cash, and of everything else of any value to them.

“As soon as I found how the matter stood, I sent for the fellow, who
had been all the time loitering about the court-yard, and asked him
how much he thought I owed him. He replied with the utmost dignity,
though he could not suppress a smile, that he thought ten dollars, in
addition to what I had given him, would be satisfactory. I paid with
alacrity, and should have been equally satisfied had he asked five or
ten times as much.

[Sidenote: ROBBING A DUCHESS.]

[Sidenote: COURTESY AND AN APOLOGY.]

“The Duchess of —— had been robbed about as much as she could be. The
brigands were, no doubt, indignant that our diligence had escaped
them, and determined to make complete work of the one they captured.
They took her trunks from the carriage, and rifled them of everything
they contained. They compelled my lady to hand over all her money
and jewelry, and even stripped her of her travelling-dress, leaving
her to finish her journey in her under-clothing. They offered her
no indignities, and were as polite as could be expected under the
circumstances. Not relishing the idea of arriving at the hotel dressed
as she was, she had cut away the plush lining of the carriage, and
hung it around her waist as a sort of skirt of a decidedly gaudy
pattern. She was the most woe-begone picture I ever looked upon, and
my heart relented when I saw into what a plight she had fallen. I
had fully determined not to allow her to stop at the hotel; but when
she arrived in utter destitution, I told the landlord to tell her
that all the rooms had been taken by the American prince, who was
only too happy to accommodate an English duchess. She apologized for
her rudeness in the morning, though she could not rid herself of her
haughty demeanor.

“My wife supplied her with clothing enough to save her from
inconvenience until she could communicate with the English consul.
That gentleman did all in his power to aid his countrywoman, and,
although he ran the risk of losing the money, he cashed her draft upon
her bankers in Madrid. We left town before she did; and I think she
never after set up her privilege of rank to take possession of places
that did not belong to her. I have always felt obliged to her for
driving me into the old diligence, rousing my indignation, and leading
me to be prodigal of my money in securing the highest speed, and thus
escaping robbery.”




LIII.

MINERAL RESOURCES OF AUSTRALIA AND NEW ZEALAND.

     COLONIAL EXHIBITS AT THE PHILADELPHIA CENTENNIAL—WONDERFUL MINERAL
     WEALTH OF THE ANTIPODES—CURIOUS FEATURES OF THE GOLD FIELDS—HOW
     A PARTY OF CALIFORNIANS WERE DECEIVED—DISCOVERIES OF GOLD AND
     HOW THEY WERE MADE—TROUBLES WITH THE MINERS—AN INSURRECTION AND
     ITS RESULT—FIELD OF THE AUSTRALIAN MINES—COAL, IRON, AND OTHER
     MINERALS—THE RESOURCES OF NEW ZEALAND—ITS GOLD YIELD—GEOLOGICAL
     PECULIARITIES—AGRICULTURAL AND OTHER WEALTH—VICISSITUDES OF MINING
     LIFE—PLANS FOR ENCOURAGING IMMIGRATION.


At the International Exhibition held at Philadelphia in 1876, the
Australian colonies attracted much attention by reason of their
exhibits. All the products of the continent were displayed, and there
was an interesting array which embraced a wide variety. Vegetable
products were those from grains and grasses up to sections of trees
and specimens of limbs and bark; and a fine exhibit of minerals
was displayed. In the center of the space occupied by each of the
colonies, there was something of great interest to the gold hunter;
it was a monumental record of the gold taken out from the time of the
discovery of the precious metal in Australia, down to the year of the
Exhibition. In one case, it was a tall obelisk covered with gold leaf;
its cubic contents were equal to that of the gold taken out of the
earth in the colony, that presented it. Another of the colonies had
a similar monument, but gave it the shape of an oblong block, and a
third put it in the form of a gilded pillar. One of the colonies had
plaster casts of the most famous nuggets it had produced; they were
gilded so as to present a wonderfully deceptive appearance, and as
they lay in their cases, they attracted large crowds, including many
persons, who supposed they were gazing upon the genuine lumps of the
precious metal.

[Sidenote: RESOURCES OF AUSTRALIA.]

Down to the date of the discovery of gold, Australia was almost a
_terra incognita_, and the chief knowledge which the outer world
possessed of it was as a place of exile for English convicts. It was
known to have excellent qualities as a grazing country, and attracted
emigration among those who wished to follow farming and sheep and
cattle raising. It had long been known to possess iron and other
minerals, but none of them were supposed to be of great value. Indeed,
a geological survey of Victoria and New South Wales, less than fifty
years ago, was fruitless in its results, and the engineers who were
engaged upon it reported that the country must rely for its wealth
upon its agricultural facilities alone.

It would be useless to attempt a classification of the districts in
which gold has been found, as new deposits are opened up every year,
and no man can determine with precision the limit of the auriferous
territory. The deposits are unlike those of most other countries,
so much so, that old miners of California who go to Australia, find
that their previously acquired knowledge is of comparatively little
use. Quartz and pipe-clay are generally associated with gold in the
Australian diggings; the quartz is found in all sizes and shapes, from
minute pebbles worn and smooth by many centuries of attrition, up to
huge masses weighing many tons, and cropping out from the surface in
fantastic forms.

Gold is also found intermixed with sandstone, iron-stone, and white
and blue clay. In fact, it is found in many conditions, unknown in
California and elsewhere, and this state of things has given rise to
some curious incidents.

During the first years of the golden age in Australia, many miners
went thither from California. They looked at the ground with practical
and critical eyes, and some of them declared that the whole story
of rich deposits in places where they were said to exist, must be
wholly false, as gold “could not” be found there, according to their
knowledge of mining matters. A party of them went one day on a
prospecting tour up a small valley, and returned in disgust. No gold
was or could be there.

[Sidenote: A JOKE AND WHAT CAME OF IT.]

While they were at supper in their tent, three or four freshly arrived
gold hunters came up and innocently inquired their way to a good place
to dig. As a joke, the Californians told them that they had that day
visited a valley which was very rich, and would make a handsome return
to anybody who worked it.

Bright and early next morning, the strangers, who were novices in gold
digging, were on their way to the new mines. They found nobody there,
somewhat to their surprise, and hesitated for fear they were in the
wrong place. One of the Californians followed them stealthily, and
finally saw them begin work. Then he returned to his companions, and
all had a good laugh over the “sell” upon the new comers.

The latter worked diligently, and in almost complete ignorance of
mining rules. The first two days they found nothing, but on the third
day, they struck a rich lead and were happy.

The Californians had forgotten the sell upon the strangers, when, a
couple of weeks after the perpetration of the joke, one of the latter
came around and asked why they were not at work in the place which
they said was so rich. The Californians laughed, and one of them said:

“You hain’t been working there all this time, have you?”

“Of course we have,” was the reply.

“Well, now, give it up,” said California, “the joke’s gone far enough.”

“Joke, what joke?” the stranger asked.

“Why, we sent you up there just for a joke, because you were
greenhorns. There ain’t no gold there, nor never was.”

“Well, if that’s so, the joke is on you,” was the reply, and the miner
told of the good luck of his party.

The Californians devoted a few minutes to unincumbered profanity, and
then went and staked out claims near those of the strangers. Thus
they indirectly made something out of their practical joke. Thus was
discovered one of the richest fields in the Bathurst district.

Profitable diggings are scattered all over the country, but are
chiefly in New South Wales and Victoria. The gold was at first found
in small lumps in the surface earth, but this was soon exhausted.
Then deep excavations were made, and though the deposits were not
so numerous, the lumps were found to be larger. At Ballarat, near
Geelong, where the most valuable lumps were found, the shafts were
sunk sometimes to a depth of more than a hundred feet. Masses of pure
gold weighing many pounds were brought to light—one of them weighed no
less than one hundred and thirty six pounds, and was valued at more
than thirty thousand dollars.

Previous to the gold discovery, copper ore of great richness was found
in South Australia, not far from Adelaide. Other deposits of copper
have been found, and there are many fine veins of tin, lead, and
silver. In fact, the mineral wealth of Australia is by no means fully
known, and the opportunities for making fortunes are very far from
exhaustion.

[Sidenote: VAST BEDS OF COAL.]

Coal exists in many localities, especially on the eastern coast, where
it is found associated with beds of sandstone. The seams are large and
of great extent; the coal is of good quality and easily mined; it has
proved to be a source of great wealth to those engaged in putting it
upon the market. By facilitating steam communication, it has done much
toward the development of the colonies, especially that of Victoria.

The history of the gold discovery in Australia is no less romantic
than the account of the finding of the treasure deposits in California.

The first discoverer of gold in Australia is believed to have been
the Rev. W. B. Clarke, of Sydney, who, in 1841, found gold in the
mountainous regions to the west of the Vale of Clwyd, in New South
Wales; in 1844, he exhibited a specimen of gold in quartz to the
then Governor, Sir George Gipps, and others. But the subject was not
followed up, “as much from considerations of the penal character
of the colony, as from general ignorance of the value of such an
indication.” Mr. E. H. Hargreaves returned to Sydney from California
in 1850, for the express purpose, as he states, of searching for gold;
and on the 12th of February, 1851, he succeeded in finding gold at
Summer Hill Creek, in New South Wales. This discovery afterwards
led to gold being found in other places in that colony, and to the
discovery of the gold-fields of Victoria.

[Sidenote: SEPARATION OF VICTORIA FROM NEW SOUTH WALES.]

Previous to this time, however, the colony of Victoria was a
dependency of New South Wales, and a strong feeling had gained ground
that it suffered in consequence. Complaints were made that the
expenditure of Government moneys in the district was not equal to the
amount of revenue yielded by the taxes levied and lands sold within
its borders. The distance from the capital was also found to operate
injuriously to the interests of the colonists, and a cry was raised
for separation. The demand was, as a matter of course, resisted by
New South Wales, but as the agitation was carried on with increased
activity, it was at last yielded to by the Home authorities. The
vessel bearing the intelligence arrived on the 11th of November 1850.
The news soon spread, and great was the satisfaction of the colonists.
Rejoicings were kept up in Melbourne for five consecutive days, on
three of which not even a newspaper was published, and on the night
of one the city was illuminated. Before, however, the separation
could be legally accomplished, it was necessary that an act should
be passed in New South Wales, to settle details in connection with
the establishment of a Legislature in the new colony, and that sundry
other observances should be gone through. The requisite forms were at
length given effect to: on the 1st of July 1851, a day which has ever
since been scrupulously observed as a public holiday, it was publicly
announced that the Port Philip district of New South Wales had been
made a separate colony, to be called Victoria, after the name of the
Queen of England.

In little more than a month after the establishment of Victoria as an
independent colony, it became generally known that rich deposits of
gold existed within its borders. Two years and a half previously a
lump of gold had been exhibited in the shop of a jeweler at Melbourne,
named Brentani, which it was said had been found in the locality of
the Pyrenees Ranges by a shepherd named Chapman. This created some
little excitement at the time, but as the man could never point out
the place where he had found the specimen, and indeed soon deserted
a small searching party he had undertaken to guide to the spot, it
was readily supposed he was an impostor, and had obtained the gold by
melting some articles of jewelry he had stolen, and so the belief in
the existence of a goldfield gradually grew weaker. The discovery of
gold, however, in New South Wales, by Hargreaves, in February 1851,
caused numbers to emigrate to that colony. This being considered
detrimental to the interests of Victoria, a public meeting was held in
Melbourne on the 9th of June, at which a “gold-discovery committee”
was appointed, which was authorized to offer rewards to any that
should discover gold in remunerative quantities within the colony.

The following is a short statement of the order in which the Select
Committee appointed by the Legislative Council to consider claims for
rewards for gold discoveries in Victoria, placed the various claimants
in their report dated 10th of March 1854:

[Sidenote: HISTORY OF THE GOLD DISCOVERY.]

The Hon. W. Campbell discovered gold in March 1850, at Clunes;
concealed the fact at the time from the apprehension that its
announcement might prove injurious to the squatter on whose run the
discovery was made, but mentioned it in a letter to a friend on the
10th of June, and afterwards on the 5th of July 1851, which friend,
at Mr. Campbell’s request, reported the matter to the gold-discovery
committee on the 8th of July. Mr. L. J. Michel, and six others,
discovered gold in the Yarra Ranges, at Anderson’s Creek, which they
communicated to the gold-discovery committee on the 5th of July. Mr.
James Esmond, a California digger, and three others, obtained gold in
the quartz rocks of the Pyrenees, and made the discovery public on the
5th of July. Dr. George Bruhn, a German physician, found indications
of gold in quartz “two miles from Parker’s station,” in April 1851,
and forwarded specimens to the gold committee on the 30th of June.
Mr. Thomas Hiscock found gold at Buninyong on the 8th of August, and
communicated the fact to the editor of the _Geelong Advertiser_ on the
10th of the same month. This discovery led to that of the Ballarat
gold-fields. Mr. C. T. Peters, a hut-keeper at Barker’s Creek, and
three others, found gold at Specimen Gully on the 20th of July;
worked secretly to the 1st of September, then published the account.
This led to the discovery of the numerous gold-fields about Mount
Alexander, and afterwards to those of Bendigo.

The deposits were found to be richer and to extend over a wider area
than any which had been discovered in New South Wales. Their fame soon
spread to the adjacent colonies, and thousands hastened to the spot,
desirous of participating in the newly found treasures. When the news
reached home, crowds of emigrants from the United Kingdom hurried to
these shores. Inhabitants of other European countries quickly joined
in the rush. Americans from the Atlantic States were not long in
following. Stalwart Californians left their own gold-yielding rocks
and placers, to try their fortunes at the southern Eldorado. Last of
all, swarms of Chinese arrived, eager to unite in the general scramble
for wealth.

[Sidenote: TROUBLES ABOUT MINING LICENSES.]

The payment for a license to dig for gold was first fixed at £1 10s.
per month, and this was afterwards reduced to £1 10s. per quarter. The
license fee was not seriously objected to in the early days of the
gold-fields, when gold was found in large quantities by almost all
who sought it, but in the course of a year or two, the number of gold
diggers had increased so enormously that many were unsuccessful, and
the license fee even in its reduced state became a heavy burden. The
mode of collecting the tax by means of armed troopers, who surrounded
parties of miners at work, and arrested all without licenses, was very
obnoxious, and led to resistance.

Towards the end of the first year of the gold discovery, the
Government determined to raise the license fee to £3 per month, and
actually issued a proclamation, dated 1st December 1851, stating that
on and after the 1st of January 1852 such amount would be charged.
This was met by strong protests on the part of the diggers, which
resulted in the proclamation being rescinded on the 13th of December
1851. No licenses therefore were ever issued at the increased rate.

Public meetings were held on some of the gold-fields to protest
against this state of things, but as little notice was taken of them
by the government, the discontent continued. It finally culminated
in an outbreak at Ballarat, near the end of 1854, when the diggers
erected a stockade known as the Eureka, and defied the authorities.
All the troops that could be mustered were sent to Ballarat and on the
2d of December, the stockade was taken by storm. The riot was quelled
with some bloodshed on both sides, and a government commission was
appointed to investigate the matter. None of the prisoners were ever
convicted, and the result of the affair was that the oppressive tax
upon the miners was removed.

[Sidenote: INCREASE OF POPULATION.]

The effect of the gold discovery upon the population of Australia may
be seen by a few figures from the returns of the last census in 1871.
On the 2d of April of that year, the number of inhabitants in Victoria
was 731,528. Ten years previously it was 540,322. The increase during
this interval was therefore 191,206, or 35.39 per cent. In 1851, which
was the year of the discovery of gold, the population amounted to
77,345. The increase in the twenty years between that period and 1871
was therefore 654,183, or at the rate of 846 per cent.

Like all gold mining countries, Australia has attracted a great many
adventurers in search of wealth. Nearly every country on the earth
was represented in the emigration, and many of the representatives
were not calculated to reflect credit upon the lands of their birth.
Probably the accumulation of all kinds of races and nationalities in
California was fully equaled by that in Australia, and particularly
at Melbourne. At one time murders were so common in that city that a
correspondent writing from thence, said it was the “bourne whence no
traveler returns.”

It is a remarkable fact that, both in 1873 and 1874, more persons
born in the United States, in proportion to their numbers in the
population, were arrested in the colony of Victoria, than those of
any other nationality. The chief causes of arrest were, as in the
case of citizens of most other countries, drunkenness and disorderly
conduct; still, there were a not inconsiderable number of arrests
for more serious offenses, and the proportion committed for trial
was much greater than that of persons born in any other country.
The number of Americans settled in Victoria is but small, and it
is not impossible that it is to a certain extent made up of those
who, in consequence of their misdeeds, found it desirable to absent
themselves from the country of their birth, and that they conduct
themselves no better there than they did at home. In the year under
review, next to Americans, the Irish, in proportion to their numbers,
contributed the largest number to the arrested; and next to them, the
French. In 1873, more of the last-mentioned fell into the hands of
the police than those of any other country, except the United States.
In 1874, Frenchmen were next to Americans in the numbers committed
for trial. The remark applied to the latter, with reference to the
probable reason for their leaving their own country, will perhaps also
be applicable to them. Although the proportion of Irish committed
for trial was greater than that of either English, Welsh, Scotch,
or Victorians, it was less than that of persons of any of the other
nationalities.

[Sidenote: TOTAL GOLD YIELD OF AUSTRALIA.]

The whole quantity of gold taken out in Victoria alone, from the
discovery down to the year previous to the exhibition at Philadelphia,
was nearly forty-four and a half million ounces, representing a value
of not far from nine hundred millions of dollars. Truly, Australia has
been of no ordinary importance as a land of gold. Probably her total
mineral wealth of every kind thus far taken from the earth and turned
to practical use, would not fall short of two thousand millions of
dollars!

As in California and elsewhere, the early form of working and surface
diggings has given place to quartz mining. Of the yield, set forth in
the most recent statistics, it is estimated that sixty per cent. of
the gold came from quartz reefs, and forty per cent. from alluvial
workings. In the previous year, it was estimated that fifty-seven per
cent. was obtained from quartz reefs, and forty-three per cent. from
alluvial workings.

According to estimates made by the mining surveyors and registrars,
the number of quartz reefs proved to be auriferous is 3,398. The
Secretary for Mines points out that these cannot in every case be
distinct reefs, as parts of the same reef, in some localities, are
held to be distinct ones, and named accordingly; and, moreover, as
the reefs are further explored, it is frequently found that what were
supposed to be separate reefs are in reality not distinct.

From information obtained by the same officers respecting the amount
of gold obtained from a considerable proportion of the quartz crushed,
the average yield per ton is estimated to have been 11 dwts. 10.55
grs. in 1873, and 11 dwts. 20.51 grs. in 1874.

Gold-mining in Australia, instead of being, as formerly, practiced
by the individual miner, is now almost entirely in the hands of
companies. In a single year, the dividends paid by these companies
exceeded ten millions of dollars.

Following are some of the most famous Australian nuggets whose
fac-similes were exhibited at Philadelphia:

[Sidenote: FAMOUS NUGGETS.]

     The “Beauty” Nnugget weighed 242 ozs. It was discovered at a depth
     of nine feet from the surface, in Kangaroo Gully, Bendigo, in the
     year 1858. The gold was 22.2-7/8 carats fine.

     The “Platypus” nugget weighed 377 ozs. 6 dwts. It was found in
     Robinson Crusoe Gully, Bendigo, in a pillar of earth of a deserted
     claim. The claim was situated in shallow alluvium, and the nugget
     was discovered in March, 1861. The gold was 22.1-1/8 carats fine.

     The “Viscount Canterbury” nugget was found in John’s Paddock,
     Berlin Diggings, at a depth of fifteen feet from the surface, on
     the 31st of May, 1870. It weighed 1,105 ozs. The gold was 23.3
     carats fine.

     The “Schlemn” nugget was found at Dunolly on the 11th of July,
     1872, at a depth of three feet beneath the surface. It weighed 538
     ozs., and is estimated to contain 60 ozs. of quartz.

     Nugget [not named] found in Broomfield’s Gully, Creswick, on the
     8th of August, 1872. It weighed 24 ozs. 3 dwts., and was got at a
     depth of one hundred feet below the surface.

     The “Kum Tow” nugget weighed 718 ozs. 5 dwts. It was found on the
     17th of April, 1871, in Catto’s Paddock, Berlin Diggings, at a
     depth of twelve feet six inches below the surface. It was found by
     a party of Chinamen. The gold was 23.3 carats fine.

     The “Viscountess Canterbury” nugget was found on the 3d of
     October, 1870, at Berlin. It was discovered at six feet six
     inches beneath the surface, and weighed 884 ozs. 10 dwts. The
     gold was 23.2-5/8 carats fine.

Many other nuggets were shown. The last on the list was the “Welcome,”
found on the 11th of June 1858, at one hundred and eighty feet below
the surface, at Bakery Hill, Ballarat. It weighed 2,195 ounces!

It was long doubted, by able geologists, whether there were any rock
formations in Australia that would yield diamonds; and even after
discoveries of them had been made, doubts continued to be expressed
about the truthfulness of the reports. For several years past the
original discoveries have received confirmation by the undoubted
subsequent unearthing of this interesting gem. They occur along
with tin-sand and titaniferous ore, close by, if not actually in,
decomposed granite; that is to say in rubbish, of which feldspar,
mica, quartz, and iron form no inconsiderable proportion.

Lying below the present granitic rocks, and stretching for several
miles, sometimes near the surface, and seldom two hundred feet below
it, is a gravelly formation, consisting of the materials usually found
in what, in Brazil, is called “Cascalho” and “Itacolumite” of the
coarser kind. This may be observed quite commonly on the spoil heaps
of the gold diggers. No diamonds have hitherto, however, been found
in precisely this formation; but their allies, the pale blue topaz,
many shades of corundum, both crystallized and amorphous, angular and
water-worn, yellow and white pebbles of crystalline quartz, frequently
of large size, zircons, &c., are quite common.

[Sidenote: DIAMONDS AND OTHER GEMS.]

The largest diamond yet found did not exceed four carats in weight,
but was a fine stone.

Blue and green sapphires, spinels, topazes, and other gems are found
occasionally, and there is a general belief among geologists that rich
deposits of them may yet be discovered. Some authorities estimate
the diamond-producing area of New South Wales at five hundred square
miles. By the same estimate the coal fields are placed at 24,000
square miles, iron at 1,400, gold at 13,000, tin at 6,000, and copper
at 3,000. Mineral lands are now leased at five shillings annual rental
per acre.

[Sidenote: RESOURCES OF NEW ZEALAND.]

From an American point of view, Australia and New Zealand are
associated, although they are distinct colonies, and are a long
distance apart. New Zealand, discovered and named in 1642, by a Dutch
navigator, TASMAN, who also discovered and named Tasmania in the same
year, consists of two large and one very small island, lying 1,200
miles south-eastward of Australia, between 34° and 48° south latitude,
being about antipodal to Great Britain. Its length of coast line
is 3,000 miles, its shape being long and narrow; its area is about
that of the State of Oregon. It is of volcanic origin, ribbed with
mountains, and is better watered than Australia in respect to both
lakes and rivers. Its temperature is lower than that of corresponding
latitudes in Europe, and higher than that of corresponding latitudes
in America, but the climate is more salubrious than in Great Britain,
although very changeful in temperature and moisture.

In minerals, it is nearly as rich as any of the colonies, the gold
yield having been $9,937,125 in 1873, and the total exported to July
1, 1875, $151,407,045. Copper, silver, tin, iron, and coal have also
been found. Nearly everything grown in Great Britain flourishes
there, together with the fern in tree form thirty feet high, a wild
flax, nearly equal to manila for rope-making, an excellent variety of
valuable building and ship-building woods, and an abundance of the
fruits of both semi-tropical and temperate countries. The population
has risen thus from 26,707 by the original census of 1851: 1858,
59,413; 1861, 99,022; 1864, 172,518; 1867, 218,668; 1871, 256,260;
1874, 299,514; and of 1875, 375,876; all these figures exclusive
of aborigines and Chinese, it thus appearing to be equaled only by
Victoria and New South Wales, of the Australian colonies.

In respect to emigration, it compares favorably with Victoria, its
excess of immigrants over emigrants having been 38,106 and 25,270 in
1874 and 1875 respectively, against 3,367 and 2,698 for Victoria in
those years. It has 550 miles of railroad, and 7,065 of telegraph
wire; Victoria has 586 and 4,981 miles respectively; New South Wales,
437 and 8,014. Its number of sheep was 11,704,853 in 1874, having
multiplied about two and a half times in ten years. The land under
cultivation two years ago was 1,788,797 acres—an increase of 285,445
during the previous twelve months. Small as this total is—less than
three per cent. of the whole—the proportion of cultivated land in
New South Wales was less than one and one-half per cent., and in all
Australia less than one-fourth per cent. at the same time. Taking as
the assumed habitable portion the strip 250 miles wide along three
sides of the Australian coast, 758,000 square miles in extent, that
piece, nearly equaling in size the twenty-six States of this Union
lying east of the Mississippi, would contain, if the island population
were distributed over it, about three persons to the square mile,
against three and one-half in New Zealand, eighty-three in New York,
one hundred and fifty-eight in Massachusetts, three hundred and
seventy-two in England, and four hundred and ten in Belgium. But
the reader should remember that as these colonies are all pastoral,
the area tilled is a very different matter from the area occupied.
The principal endowment of Australia at present, besides mineral
resources, being the vast areas of rich native grasses and the
peculiar fitness of soil and climate which “make bad fleeces good and
good better,” the colonist has become a herdsman.

It does not appear that New Zealand is behind her larger neighbors,
a thousand miles distant, in any material respect. The colonies all
invite immigration, and some of them have latterly taken energetic
measures to secure it. They offer bounties to settlers, reduced
passage rates, and other inducements, and have been quite successful
both in England and America.

[Sidenote: RICH MINERAL DEPOSITS.]

The mineral resources of New Zealand are quite as varied as those
of Australia. The rocks contain copper, iron, silver, gold, tin,
and other metals, and there are extensive beds of coal of excellent
quality. The processes employed in working the mines are almost
identically the same as in Australia, so that an extended description
is unnecessary. The great majority of the miners in New Zealand came
originally from Australia, and their proportion of good and bad luck
has been much like that in the latter country.




LIV.

UNDERGROUND IN SAN FRANCISCO.

     CHINESE OPIUM DENS.—PISCO.—EXPERIMENTS IN LIQUORS.—SATURDAY
     NIGHT AMONG THE CHINESE.—COCOMONGO.—MURDERER’S ALLEY.—CHINESE
     MUSIC.—THE THEATRE.—BETEL AND ITS USE.—THE BARBARY COAST.—CHEAP
     LODGING-HOUSES.—A DYING VICTIM.—A DEN OF THIEVES.—“THE
     SHRIMP.”—UNDER THE STREET.—A REPULSIVE SPECTACLE.—OPIUM
     SMOKING.—ITS EFFECTS.—SAMSHOO.—ITS PREPARATION AND
     QUALITIES.—INTRODUCTION TO AN OPIUM DEN.—THE OCCUPANTS.—EXPERIMENT
     ON A SMOKER.—HOW TO SMOKE.—TRYING THE DRUG.—MESCAL.—GOING
     HOME.—TRYING A SEWER.—A COUNTRYMAN’S DRINK.


Underground life, of a peculiar and picturesque character, can be seen
in San Francisco, in the parts of the city where the Chinese most
do congregate. Soon after my arrival there, two of my friends, whom
I will call the Doctor and the Colonel, invited me to a nocturnal
visit to the Celestials. I accepted with alacrity, and, dressed in my
poorest and oldest clothes, met my friends at the appointed hour in
the _Alta_ office. Macrellish and Woodward gave us their benediction,
and we set out on our journey.

“The best thing we can do,” said the doctor, “is to lay in a stock
of some powerful disinfectant, or neutralizer, before we start;
the stench in some of those underground China kennels is something
frightful.” I suggested carbolic acid. “Not strong enough!” said the
doctor, shaking his head, doubtfully. The colonel forced two long
streams of smoke from his cigarito through his nostrils, stroked his
long mustache thoughtfully, and suggested,—

“Pisco?”

“What is Pisco?” I demanded.

“That settles it, my friend; you have a new experience before you, and
we will fall back on Pisco!” said the colonel.

[Illustration: DRINKING “PISCO” (PERUVIAN BRANDY) IN A SAN FRANCISCO
SALOON.]

[Sidenote: EXPERIENCE WITH PISCO.]

“You will be in luck if you don’t fall back on the sidewalk after you
have drank it!” growled the doctor.

The colonel took my arm, and as we went down towards Montgomery
Street, proceeded, in a confidential manner, to enlighten me on the
subject of Pisco. It is really pure, unadulterated brandy, distilled
in Peru, from the grape known as Italia, or La Rosa del Peru, and
takes its name from the port of Pisco in which it is shipped. It is
perfectly colorless, quite fragrant, very seductive, terribly strong,
and has a flavor somewhat resembling that of Scotch whiskey, but
much more delicate, with a marked fruity taste. It comes in earthen
jars, broad at the top, and tapering down to a point, holding about
five gallons each. We had some hot, with a bit of lemon and a dash
of nutmeg in it, at a marble-paved and splendidly-decorated saloon,
near the corner of California and Montgomery Streets. The first glass
satisfied me that San Francisco was, and is, a nice place to visit,
and that the doctor and the colonel were good fellows to travel
with. The second glass was sufficient, and I felt that I could face
small-pox, all the fevers known to the faculty, and the Asiatic
Cholera, combined, if need be.

The colonel rolled me a cigarito, and insisted on my smoking it.
I did my best, choked myself with the fine tobacco, let the paper
wrapper unroll, burned my fingers, and failed ignominiously. I was
glad to see that, while he pitied me, he did not wholly despise me.
These Californians have an appreciably large share of liberality in
their composition, and will pardon your ignorance on almost any given
specialty of their state, provided you don’t claim that you have
something very nearly as good “at the East.” That assumption they
cannot, and will not, tolerate on the part of anybody, and I don’t so
much blame them, after all.

It was Saturday evening, and the streets were crowded, Montgomery
and Kearney Streets swarming, as you may say, with people, well
dressed, sociable, orderly, and satisfied with themselves and the
rest of mankind. Suddenly the colonel remembered that the wine called
Cocomongo, from the vineyard of that name, near San Bernardino,
Southern California, was one of the specialties of a saloon which we
were passing at the moment, and we went in and had some.

[Sidenote: COCOMONGO.]

It was a warm, fruity wine, of a dark-amber hue, very strong, and
withal palatable, which I did not find to be the case with _all_
the California wines that I tasted. We went up Washington Street to
Murderer’s Alley, and turned down it, towards Jackson Street. “There
is where the French woman was murdered in the night, within ten feet
of where hundreds of people were coming and going all the time; and
her murderer, after robbing the place, coolly washed his hands and
face of the blood, and walked away. He was never discovered. Here,
right where we stand, is where the Chinaman cut his runaway mistress
open with a sword. I saw him hanged for it. And there is where the
police shot—” I thanked my kind friend for this cheerful information,
but suggested that it might be well to keep a little of it back for
another time. It was not well to exhaust all the pleasant things of
life at one sitting. The subject was obligingly changed.

I am satisfied that the name of the alley is well deserved and
appropriate. Swarms of Chinese women, with almond eyes, baby faces,
painted red and white in the most lavish manner, lips touched with
vermilion, hair black and glossy, with a purplish tinge, like the wing
of a raven, and clad in blue satin coats and pants, trotted along
the alley, their curious wooden-soled, silk and bullion-embroidered
shoes rattling like the hoofs of a flock of sheep as they went.
Others tapped upon the window panes, to attract our attention as
we passed. Before one house we saw “joss-sticks” burning, and the
white cloth festooned over the door, and hanging down on either
side, told that death was there. We heard the beating of gongs, the
squeaking of one-stringed Chinese fiddles, the sharp notes of the
kettle-drum and other discordant instruments, making music inside,
and, as we passed, a woman, clad in blue and white, threw a bunch of
lighted fire-crackers upon the doorstep, where they went off like a
running fire of musketry, much to the edification of a gang of little
pig-tailed, almond eyed boys,—“demi-Johns,” I think the doctor called
them,—who were gathered around, chattering like so many magpies all
the time, in their, to me, uncouth jargon. The Chinese is an ancient
language, beyond a doubt; and I don’t see why it has not worn smoother
by use in the hundred centuries or more since the “Central Flowery
Empire” became “known and feared among the nations.”

[Sidenote: A CHINESE THEATRE.—BETEL NUT.]

On Jackson Street we stopped a few moments in front of the Chinese
Theatre, listening to the unearthly din of gongs, which from time
to time announced the change of scene, in a never-ending historical
drama, and looking about for a special policeman to take us into an
opium den. While we stood there, the colonel called our attention to
one of the specialties of the fruit stall, at the entrance of the
theatre. Among the dozen nameless prepared delicacies calculated to
tickle the Celestial palate, and catch the Mongolian eye, was a row of
little conical packages, of about one ounce weight each. These were
composed of an outer wrapper of some kind of a queer leaf—I could
not make out its exact character, but it was apparently that of a
tree not native to America—enclosing two or three narrow slices of
fresh cocoa-nut, a few thin slices of some fruit or nut resembling in
appearance a fresh nutmeg, and about a teaspoonful of a pink-
paste. A small bowl, filled with this pink paste, stood beside the
packages, ready for use, and some of the nuts ready sliced, but not
done up in packages, lay near it. The doctor explained that these
packages were chewed by the Chinamen as some Caucasians chew tobacco.
The chewing produces a lavish flow of saliva, and the chewer has the
appearance of having his mouth full of blood, as if from bronchial
hemorrhage.

The small nut was the famous “_betel_” (pronounced be-_tel_), and
the principal ingredient of the paste was quick-lime. The betel is
now raised in California. The colonel said he had always made it a
rule to drink the peculiar drinks, and eat the peculiar delicacies,
of every country he visited, and he had tried chewing the betel. It
only made his gums sore, loosened his teeth a little, and gave him
the heartburn. He could conscientiously recommend it as an experiment
eminently worthy to be made by anybody in the interest of science,
and thought I should try it by all means. I asked him if he had ever
attacked a ready-made sausage in a cheap restaurant. He was forced
to admit that his faith in human nature, broad and liberal as it is,
had never made him equal to the attempt. I told him that in that case
he was only a dabbler in the wide field of science, and until he had
entered deeper, he was unfit to give advice to others on the subject.

I declined the prepared betel, lime, cocoa-nut and leaf, but took
a bit of the sliced betel plain, and chewed it. It had a slightly
astringent effect on the mouth, and though without any very strongly
perceptible flavor, soon produced a slight choking sensation in the
throat, and a rather strongly marked palpitation of the heart. I
don’t think I like betel. It is evidently an “acquired taste,” as
the Englishman remarked about wild turkey, when a party of western
practical jokers played off buzzard on him for the noblest bird of the
American forest.

[Sidenote: “THE BARBARY COAST.”]

They said that the officers had all gone over upon the “Barbary
Coast”—another of San Francisco specialties—as there had been a
shooting scrape over there. We went on through Dupont Street, to
that part of Pacific Street known as the Barbary Coast. The locality
is the favorite resort of the dregs of the population of the Golden
City—thieves, robbers, prostitutes, and loafers of the very lowest
class, and of every color and nationality represented on the earth,
Africa, Asia, all Spanish America, the West Indies, the islands of the
Pacific, all Europe and North America, having each contributed its
quota to make up the mass of vice, crime, and utter rottenness which
surges up and down that horrible “coast.” It well deserves its name.

We met the officers coming back with their prisoner, a drunken loafer
from Australia, who was making night hideous with his yells as they
hustled him along towards the calaboose, followed by a motley crowd,
whose aimless curiosity led them to rush along pell-mell in their
wake.

One of the specials, whom my companion familiarly addressed
as “Shrimp,”—probably on account of his elephantine
proportions,—consented to come back and pilot us to our destination
as soon as the party reached the calaboose. Meantime we went into a
Spanish cigar shop, bearing the high-sounding and pœtical name “_La
Flor de la Mariposa_,” literally “The Flower of the Butterfly,” and
bought some villanous cigars, the colonel and the proprietor becoming
involved in an animated dispute in Spanish over the revolt against the
Juarez government in Mexico.

Out on the street once more, the colonel wanted us to go through the
dens on the “coast.” He would take us to the “Bull Run,” the “Cock of
the Walk,” the “Roaring Gimlet,” “Hell’s Kitchen,” and a few similar
resorts, and convince me that we had nothing like them in New York.
Rather than make the visit, I conceded all he claimed as to the
superior and in fact unapproachable depravity of this part of San
Francisco; and we retraced our steps to Jackson Street, where, in the
heart of the Chinese quarter of the town, we found our officer, and
set about the work of investigation, for which we had started out in
the early part of the evening.

[Sidenote: A DANGEROUS LOCALITY.]

“Better go down and see how some of these people live, before you go
to see how they die,” said the officer, leading the way into a dark
passage running from the streets into the centre of the block. We
stumbled along the passage for some fifty feet or more, and came to
a rickety, dirty stairway, which we descended, feeling our way along
step by step, until we stood in a court-yard surrounded with high
brick buildings on all sides. We could see nothing round us for the
moment; but the stench was almost overpowering, and the chattering,
which was going on in all directions, convinced us that we were in a
locality literally swarming with the lowest class of the Mongolian
population. The officer struck a match against the wall, and with it
lighted a piece of candle, which he drew from his pocket. Immediately
curious faces peeped out at us from behind old gunny-sacks, which took
the place of windows and doors in the low basement walls, and a dozen
or two dirty, dilapidated, demoralized looking Celestials came out
from different corners, and stood with their hands in their pockets,
regarding us with evident suspicion as unauthorized intruders.

[Sidenote: A DEN OF THIEVES.]

“This is a regular den of thieves. Not a single one of these fellows
works at any honest trade for a living. They are the <DW15>s and
outcasts of Chinadom,” said the officer. “Here, Sam Yap, you dirty
rascal, have you robbed anybody’s hen-roost yet to-night?—I suppose
not, though; they don’t generally get out at that kind of business
until along just before morning, when the streets are almost deserted,
and they can move about without much danger of being overhauled and
searched. All these fellows are on it, but this one is the worst in
the deck. I have had him up at least twenty times, and the next time I
am going to vag him. Yes, I am, you bloody old chicken murderer!” said
he, holding the candle up to his face that we might all get a good
look at him. It must be admitted that it was not a prepossessing face.

He then went to one of the openings in the wall, and pulling back
the screen of old bagging, showed us a party of ten or a dozen such
fellows gathered around a low table of rough boards, playing dominoes
for “copper cash,” as the brass coin of China, the value of which is
one tenth of a cent of our money, is commonly designated. They stopped
a moment, and looked up suspiciously at us, and then at a sign from
the officer, whom they appeared to recognize, went on with the game.
They played it rapidly, with all sorts of exclamations and facial
contortions for accompaniments. The dominoes are the same as ours,
but they play the game quite differently. I don’t know exactly how it
is done, but they seemed to win and lose rapidly. In the centre of
the court there was a small brick building, which seemed to be the
receptacle of all the filth from the neighborhood. It did not seem to
have any connection with the street sewer, or if it had any, it was
choked up, for the planking around was literally floating in the foul
liquid from it, which oozed up between the cracks at every step as
we walked over it, giving off a stench, which, in any other city of
Christendom would breed a pestilence in twenty-four hours.

[Sidenote: IN A CHINESE HOUSE.]

Behind this, near the opposite wall, we stumbled upon a bundle of
filthy rags, which turned partially over as the foot of our guide
came in contact with it. The officer held down his candle, and on
examination we found that within the rags there was a human being,
a man in the last stage of consumption, induced, no doubt, by opium
smoking. He could not or would not answer our questions, and his
glazed vacant eyes showed that death was close at hand to claim
him. He was lying on the wet, dirty boards, without even a blanket
under him, and had undoubtedly been placed there to die, having no
friends, and belonging to neither of the “Six Companies” with which
all prosperous or even partially respectable Chinese in California are
connected. The officer turned his head over, and called our attention
to the fact that his queue had been cut off, which showed that he had
been convicted of theft at some time, and was thenceforward debarred
from respectable Chinese society, doomed to associate only with the
pariahs of his race.

We had seen enough, more than enough, in fact, of this neighborhood,
and our guide led us out to the street by the way we came.

The Shrimp said that there was another place just above, on the same
street, which he wanted us to visit before we went into a first-class
opium house. We went with him to a large four-story building, which
appeared to be divided into apartments of the smallest dimensions,
in which the Chinese swarmed like bees in a hive. He said that there
were over six hundred persons, all of the poorer class, sleeping in
this single building every night. In front of the building was a
narrow opening in the sidewalk, with a stairway just sufficiently
wide to allow one person at a time to descend into the subterranean
regions below. Down this he dived like a rat into his hole, calling
out to us to follow and look sharp for our heads. The caution was not
unnecessary, as I soon found to my cost. At the bottom of the stairs
he lighted his candle again, and passing through a low opening in the
wall, showed us the way under the street.

[Sidenote: A HORRIBLE DEN.]

Here, congregated in total darkness, were some twenty of the poorest
class of Chinese stowed away for the night. Some were lying on piles
of old rags, evidently picked up by the chiffonniers in their daily
rounds, and put aside for this purpose, as having no commercial value,
and of no use otherwise. Some were lying on rude benches knocked
together from pieces of dry goods boxes, and one, who evidently held a
higher position than his fellows, probably a man who had at some time
drawn a twenty dollar prize in a lottery, or had a run of luck at the
game of “Tan,” was stowed away in a bunk in a kind of alcove formed by
an arch in the wall, before which was hanging an old tattered chintz
curtain. He had an old blanket over him, and was doubtless looked upon
with envy and hatred as a “bloated aristocrat” by his less fortunate
fellow-citizens. We could hear the ceaseless tramp of the crowd on the
sidewalk, and from time to time the rattling of the carriage wheels
over the rough cobbles above our heads.

The atmosphere was that of a charnel-house, thick with noisome
exhalations from the foul and rotting rags, and the fouler persons, of
the denizens of this worse than Black Hole of Calcutta. Water dripped
from the roof constantly, and the walls were covered with mould and
great patches of thick, oozy slime. What a place for a human being to
sleep in and die in! In the five minutes we were there our clothes
became clammy from the foul moisture. What must be the condition,
physical and mental, of that poor wretch stretched in the rags in
yonder muddy corner?

[Sidenote: AMONG THE OPIUM SMOKERS.]

    “And the wheels go over my head,
    And my bones are shaken with pain,
    For into a shallow grave they are thrust,
    Only a yard beneath the street;
    And the hoofs of the horses beat, beat,
    Beat into my scalp and my brain,
    With never an end to the stream of passing feet.

           *       *       *       *       *

    “O, me! why have they not buried me deep enough?
    Is it kind to have made me a grave so rough,
    Me, that was never a quiet sleeper?
    May be still I am but half dead;
    Then I cannot be wholly dumb;
    I will cry to the steps above my head,
    And somebody, surely, some kind heart, will come,
    To bury me, bury me,
    Deeper, ever so little deeper.”

I wonder if there was ever a Tennyson of Celestial literature, and
if he ever read anything like the above, and recalled it to mind, as
he lay cowering and grovelling through the long hours of the dreary
night, in the depths of this living tomb!

Out on the street once more, and we lost our guide, who was called
off by a loud whistling for aid, from some other officer over on the
Barbary Coast. My companions fell in with a Chinese merchant with whom
they were acquainted, and we went with him to his store on Dupont
Street. He gave us some scalding hot black tea in little China cups,
and offered to help us in any way he could. O, yes, of course he was
acquainted with the location of many “opium houses;” the Chinese
quarter is full of them! Opium smoking is the great curse of China,
and four fifths of the Chinese in San Francisco indulge in it to a
greater or less extent. Some use it merely as a sedative, and in
moderate quantities. Others use it as commonly as American tobacco
chewers use the nicotian weed, consuming a dollar and a quarter’s
worth every day, and being more or less under the influence of it
all the time. The poorer class of opium smokers patronize the opium
lodging-houses, where they frequently sleep all night, paying fifteen
cents for a few grains of prepared opium and a raised couch to lie on,
while inhaling the smoke and sleeping off its effects.

[Sidenote: EFFECT AND EXTENT OF OPIUM SMOKING.]

Perhaps a quarter of the whole number of opium smokers use it to
the extent of producing stupefaction habitually; these are all old
smokers. The habit grows upon one steadily, and it soon becomes a
terrible tyrant. When once the habit has become fixed upon a man,
there is no possibility of its being thrown off. He daily requires
more and more of the drug, while his strength slowly fails him;
his appetite for ordinary food disappears; he becomes lean and
attenuated; his brain becomes so affected, that it refuses to act
unless the stimulant is furnished, and sooner or later consumption
sets in, and the victim dies by inches, as it were, sometimes
suffering horribly, while at others he is hardly conscious of
suffering at all.

The importation of opium into the Pacific states amounts to millions
annually, and the great bulk of it is consumed in smoking by the
Chinamen. The women never smoke it; are not allowed to visit the opium
houses, in fact. The wealthier Chinamen have accommodations for opium
smoking in the upper or back rooms of the buildings which they occupy
as stores and dwellings, and do not associate with the common herd who
patronize the public opium dens. One Chinese friend thought it a very
bad thing, this opium smoking, but admitted that he occasionally took
a whiff at it himself, when he felt unsettled, and wanted to quiet his
nerves for a night’s sleep.

[Sidenote: DRINKING SAMSHOO.]

While we were talking, the colonel suggested that I was a stranger,
and had never tasted “Samshoo.” Our merchant friend at once took down
a curious looking black bottle,—something like those that Curacoa
comes in, wound with some kind of straw string from top to bottom, and
having a label in white and vermilion, with Chinese characters,—drew
the cork, and poured out a quantity of a dark-brown liquor, something
like arrack in appearance, into a little china bowl, which he passed
to me, assuring me that it was a very superior article, and pressing
me to drink it.

I tasted it, and found it not very strong, but with a curious flavor,
something between old Madeira wine and bottled ale, with a marked
unpleasant smell, as of decaying vegetable matter. What is it made
from? “Licey!” was his prompt response. The doctor explained that
it was distilled from rice—mainly the cold rice and refuse from the
restaurants, he said—flavored and  with dried peas, or some
similar fruit, and strengthened and enriched with a fine old nutty
taste by the addition of a piece of fat roasted pork before bottling.
The Chinese consider this a great luxury, and have their private
stocks of it, which they regard with as much pride as is felt by
a fine old English gentleman for his cellar of “old crusted port;
vintage of 1803.” A little of it satisfied me. I think the taste for
it must be an acquired one.

Some months afterwards I drank some samshoo, in Northern China,
that was far worse than that furnished to me in San Francisco. It
was served hot, in small glasses about as large as a thimble. It
burned like nitric acid; and I half believed that I had swallowed a
torch-light procession with all its lamps trimmed and blazing. I was
dining with a Chinese official, and the etiquette of the occasion
required me to swallow the vile stuff. By the time I had disposed of
a gill or so, my head felt like the paddle-box of a steamer, and my
throat was as raw as a freshly cut beefsteak. No more samshoo for me,
if you please.

Our new-found friend gave us a card, on which he wrote some characters
in Chinese by way of an introduction, and pointed out the entrance to
an opium house on the other side of the street. We went over and found
the establishment located on the second story adjoining a Chinese
restaurant. The proprietor of the house, or “gentlemanly clerk,”
looked at our card, and at once offered us the hospitalities of the
place.

It was, of course, a very poor place, but he would do the best he
could for us. There were half a dozen small rooms on the one floor,
divided by rough partitions. We entered one of them, and found three
raised platforms or beds, with bamboo framework; and in place of
our usual mattress, a flat surface of braided cane, like one of our
cane-seated chairs, on which to sleep. This is the usual bed of
the Chinaman. He does not fancy spring mattresses, curled hair, or
feathers to repose upon, and instead of stripping himself and crawling
under a pile of woollen blankets, as we do, he lies down in his
ordinary clothing, and rarely has anything else over him, unless it
is a single blanket when the weather is unusually cool, or the room
is open and subject to drafts. He does not destroy his lustrous black
hair by burying his head in a hot feather or curled hair pillow, as
we do, but has a block of wood or a cylindrical pillow, of braided
cane open at both ends for ventilation, which he places just under
the top of his neck. This keeps him from becoming bald-headed, and is
uncomfortable enough to make him an early riser; but like all other
systems, it has its disadvantages. In time it throws his neck out of
line, giving it a permanent forward bend, not graceful in itself,
and rather unpleasant for an outside barbarian to look upon. When he
travels he usually carries his favorite pillow with him, and at his
death his head rests upon it in his coffin.

[Sidenote: OPIUM SMOKERS IN BED.]

Two of the beds in this room were occupied when we came in, the
other was vacant. On one a Chinese was stretched at full length upon
his back, in utter unconsciousness; his eyes were wide open, but
apparently receiving no impression from the objects before them, and
there was a vacant, meaningless smile upon his sallow countenance.
His opium pipe or stick lay on the couch beside him, having fallen
from his hand, and near his head stood the small, nut-oil lamp, with
a glass cover like an inverted tumbler with a hole in the bottom, the
tiny taper burning low in the socket.

The other Chinese, who was well dressed, and probably a merchant or
manufacturer of the second class, was just preparing to indulge in his
nightly dissipation. He did not appear to relish our intrusion, but
said nothing, and went on with his smoking. Each guest who pays his
fifteen cents receives from the clerk in attendance a small oyster
or clam shell, on which there is a little dab of prepared opium, in
a semi-fluid condition, resembling, in appearance, thick treacle or
partially dissolved “stick licorice,” such as we used to buy with our
odd pennies at the grocery store at the corner, in the happy days of
youth, when we had a terrible cold, and obtained permission to remain
at home from school and indulge in the luxury of medicine of our own
choice. A slender bamboo stick about three feet in length, hollow down
nearly to the largest end, where a little tunnel-shaped brass bowl is
inserted, which is the usual opium pipe, a bit of wire about a foot in
length, and a nut-oil lamp such as I have described, are also given
him, and his “outfit” is complete.

The man who was about to indulge in the luxury stretched himself at
full length on the couch, turned on his left side, placed the end of
the wire in the opium, twirled it around so as to take up a mass about
the size of an ordinary garden pea, formed the mass with his finger
into a ball, held the end of the bamboo pipe to his mouth, placed the
brass bowl at the other end against the flame of the lamp, slipped the
ball of opium off the wire dexterously into the bowl, and as it burned
he inhaled the smoke slowly into his lungs, allowing it to escape in
little jets at long intervals from his nostrils.

[Sidenote: DREAMS CAUSED BY OPIUM.]

By the time he had taken the third or fourth whiff he was evidently
affected. His eyes began to grow dull, his breathing was slow and
heavy, and his grasp on the pipe relaxed little by little. In two or
three minutes his muscles appeared to relax, his head fell back, and
he was in a condition half sleep, half stupor. The doctor explained
that the effect of this first smoke would wear off in half an hour
or so, when the man would repeat the dose once or twice, and finally
become wholly insensible for several hours. We spoke to him, but
he did not answer, and it was hard to tell whether he was really
unconscious of our presence or merely indifferent to it. It is
asserted that the opium smoker sees nothing of what is going on around
him, but revels in the most blissful creations of the imagination,
his soul sailing away, as it were, from the dull and common-place
surroundings of his body, to walk hand in hand with the “black-eyed
girls in green” through the fair gardens, among the palm groves, by
the banks of the rivers of Paradise. I said as much: the colonel
characteristically denounced this practical version of the matter as
“all blamed stuff, rot, and humbug. It makes them drunk, just simply
blind, stupid drunk, and nothing else!” He had tried it and knew.
The doctor said one dose would not produce any serious effects, and
against my better judgment I permitted them to persuade me into making
the experiment.

The landlord started off to bring my allowance of opium, lamp, pipe,
etc., and the colonel improved the opportunity to illustrate his
theory that the opium smoker is not absolutely insensible to pain,
like the patient who inhales chloroform, but simply too drunk to
resent the imposition which produces it. Tearing off a little slip of
cane from the edge of one of the couches, he went up to the wholly
insensible customer on the couch, and inserting it in his nostril
twirled it swiftly around. A sharp sneeze and a convulsive winking of
the dull eyes followed, but no other movement was made by the sleeper.
“There, you see now that I am right! If he had taken chloroform he
would not even sneeze; his nerves would be utterly incapable of
receiving a sensation.”

[Sidenote: WAKING THE WRONG PASSENGER.]

Turning to the other customer, who now lay like a log on his couch, he
drew his penknife, opened it, then, changing his mind, put it back,
and taking a pin from his vest, inserted it quickly in the calf of
his victim’s leg. The other leg, which was hanging half over the side
of the couch, straightened out with a quick, convulsive movement,
and the toe of the heavy felt and wooden-soled shoe on the foot came
in contact with the colonel’s shin with a vicious energy, which sent
him dancing back to the doorway with a remark which did not sound
like a blessing, just as the proprietor came in with the opium and
its accessories. “Why the —— don’t you make your customers take their
boots off when they go to bed?” the colonel demanded savagely of the
smiling and obsequious master of the house, as he rubbed his shin and
cast a glance of hatred at the recumbent form of the lodger who had
proved such a poor subject for experiments. “Me no shabbee!” was the
non-committal reply.

I lay down on the bed and placed myself in the orthodox position,
the doctor resting himself at my head, and the colonel rolling a
cigarito and settling down on the edge of the couch at my feet. The
host prepared the opium, placed it in the pipe, presented the end of
the stick to my lips, and told me, after his own fashion, to pull
away. I pulled, and began choking and coughing. The first experiment
was a dead failure; the next was more nearly a success, and I felt my
head rapidly assuming the dimensions of a sugar-barrel while my body
and legs appeared to be shrinking proportionately, all their bulk
being drawn up towards and into my head. I felt as I imagine drowning
people feel, and gasped convulsively for breath. I could not recognize
anything around me for a moment, and then I saw the dark eyes and long
mustachios of the colonel coming out of a cloud of smoke and making
directly for me at lightning speed, like a hairy comet flying through
the air. The idea flashed through my brain that he was about to burn
a match under my nose, or commit some similar atrocity by way of an
experiment “in the interest of science,” and as one struggling in a
horrible nightmare I sprang off the bed, staggering around without
being able to feel my feet under me, and groping blindly about for
something to seize in order to steady myself.

[Sidenote: EXPERIENCE OF A NOVICE.]

There was a low, dull humming in my ears, a giddiness in my head, and
a general sense of faintness and nausea pervading my entire system.
“For God’s sake, take me out of this!” I cried, at last; and some time
after I realized that I was being walked up and down the sidewalk,
the doctor and the colonel supporting me on either side. My head was
getting clearer, but I felt deadly ill. The faint, sickening odor of
the opium fumes clung around me and oppressed me, and I said as much
at last, as I leaned heavily against a lamp-post.

The colonel with his usual enthusiasm exclaimed, “O, yes, I see it;
you want a good strong stimulant of some kind to help you get rid of
it. Now, I know a Mexican over on the corner of Vallejo Street, who
has got some double refined _Mescal_, which will dissolve a gun-flint
in half an hour; one good drink of that will set you all right.”

“Not if I know myself aright!” I remarked, emphatically. “You are
the most hospitable people I have ever fallen in with. Your good
intentions are unbounded, and your kindness I never can forget, but I
don’t want any _Mescal_ to-night. I have made a sufficient number of
new acquaintances for one evening. Pisco, Cocomongo, Betel, Samshoo,
and Opium, are all very fine in their way, but the new things are
crowding each other a little too fast. We will omit the _Mescal_ on
this occasion; I want to go home!”

They called a hack, and we rode back to the Occidental in silence.
This was my first experience in a San Francisco opium den.

It will also be my last!

Next morning the colonel called on me and said he had forgotten
something—an opium den worse than the one we had seen.

“How’s that?” I asked.

[Sidenote: LIVING IN A SEWER.]

“Why,” said the colonel, “it is an opium den of a very romantic
character. Some years ago the line of Jackson Street was changed by
the city authorities, and it became necessary to build new sewers.
The old sewer was given up, and in the new arrangements it was under
some of the buildings occupied by the Chinese. They took possession
of it, and hollowed out galleries on either side. The enterprising
proprietors converted it into an opium palace, at the popular
admission fee of two cents. The accommodations and odors are a
hundred-fold worse than those of the place where we were last night.
For two cents you can get smells enough to last you a lifetime. Do you
want to go?”

I concluded that I wanted nothing more in the opium line, and declined
to go. I may have been too fastidious, but I had not then travelled as
much as I have in later years, and novices, you know, are inclined to
be particular.

A sewer, whether abandoned or not, has few charms. At St. Louis there
are, or were when I was last there, some of the smaller sewers that
are so broken at their mouths, near the river’s edge, as to present
the appearance of natural springs where the water oozes up through the
sand. One day a gentleman was standing near one of these sewer mouths,
when two countrymen came strolling along the bank, one of them thirty
feet ahead of the other. As the foremost of the twain spied the water
slowly pouring from the earth, he shouted to his friend,—

“Hullo, Jim; here’s another spring!”

“Well, Gaul darn it,” answered the other, “if tain’t no better water
than the last we found I don’t want none of it.”




LV.

GOLD AND ITS USES.

     ANTIQUITY OF GOLD.—ITS WORSHIP.—ANCIENT GOLD MINES.—KING
     SOLOMON.—GOLD IN AMERICA.—STORY OF A HUNTER.—THE SHEPHERD AND
     THE CHILD.—HOW PIZARRO EUCHRED THE PERUVIAN KING.—SUTTER’S FORT
     AND SAW-MILL.—MARSHALL’S DISCOVERY IN THE MILL-RACE.—ROMANCE AND
     REALITY.—SPREADING THE NEWS.—NAVIGATION UNDER DISADVANTAGES.—THE
     GOLD EXCITEMENT.—THE PAN AND ROCKER.—THE AUTHOR AS A
     GOLD MINER.—HOW HE WORKED THE ROCKER.—HARRY AND HIS TIN
     DIPPER.—DISAPPOINTMENT AND DINNER.—VICISSITUDES OF GOLD MINING.


The most valuable metal generally known is gold, and it is likewise
one of the most ancient. It is found in various parts of the globe,
and is sufficiently scarce, and sufficiently hard to obtain, to make
it precious. No doubt there is enough of it in the composition of this
globe, if it could be easily obtained, to make it a very common metal.
An Irishman once said, speaking of the gold mines of California, that
there was sufficient of the precious metal there, but it was terribly
mixed up with dirt. If it were not for this mixing with dirt, and the
difficulty of separating it, all of us might have gold enough and to
spare, though it is quite possible that it might be of no more value
than tin or brass.

The peculiarity of gold is, that it is never obtained entirely pure.
Silver is always alloyed with it, but in no definite proportions.
One of the purest specimens ever obtained gave, when analyzed,
ninety-eight hundredths of gold, while the remaining two hundredths
were about equally divided between silver and copper. Sometimes gold
is found alloyed with silver in about equal proportions.

[Sidenote: GOLD IN ANCIENT TIMES.]

Gold is frequently referred to in the Scriptures, both in the Old
Testament and in the New; in one of the earliest books of the Old
Testament many applications of gold are described similar to those of
the present day. It was beaten into plates, drawn into wires, and even
woven with threads of linen for priestly robes. It was fashioned into
breastplates, wrought into chains, and used as a setting for precious
stones.

Sometimes it was made into gods and idols, and in some parts of the
world it is worshipped as an idol up to the present day. A great many
men and women in this nineteenth century worship gold more earnestly
and more devotedly than they worship anything else.

The ancients, when they wrought their gold into idols, evidently had a
keen perception of human nature.

An idol of iron or of wood may be of little account; but let one be
made of gold, especially of solid gold, and with diamonds for eyes,
and the whole world will fall down and worship it.

Where the ancients obtained their gold is not positively known, but it
is supposed that it was brought from Africa or the East Indies, for
the reason that the fleet of Solomon, in addition to gold, brought
back ivory, spices, precious stones, ebony, peacocks, apes, and
sandal wood. The cargoes of King Solomon were evidently of a widely
assorted character, and doubtless found a good market. Gold mines were
evidently worked in the desert of Gobi in the early days, and along
the Ural Mountains there are now found the traces of ancient mining
operations supposed to date back to the time of King Solomon.

In the time of the Romans gold was not so abundant, and in the middle
ages the production was very small. At the date of the discovery of
America, it was estimated that the whole amount of gold and silver in
the old world was about one hundred and seventy millions of dollars,
and that the supply obtained each year did not exceed the loss by wear
and other forms of destruction.

[Sidenote: THE RICHEST GOLD MINES.]

To enumerate all the gold mines of the world would require much more
space than I have at my disposal. Nearly all parts of Europe contain
deposits of the precious metal, though in many places where the
ground is known to be auriferous the deposits are too poor to pay the
expenses of working. The richest gold mines of Europe are in Russia,
particularly along the Ural Mountains. The eastern <DW72> of the Ural
Mountains is more productive than the western, and the richest portion
of Northern Asia, so far as gold is concerned, is in Eastern Siberia.
Gold mining in that region, although not productive, is comparatively
in its infancy, and great results may be looked for before many
years. Until quite recently all mines in Russia were owned by the
government, and were operated by officers in the interest of the
crown. The result was, that there was very little enterprise displayed
in mining operations. The officer in charge of a mining district would
be unwilling to take any active steps, or run great risks in the
explorations in the interest of the gold mines, as he would know that
if he failed to return a profit to the government he would very likely
lose his place. Consequently nearly all the mining operations were
conducted on a sure basis.

Some years ago the Russian government changed its policy, and began
throwing open its mining works to private enterprise, exacting from
the miners a liberal percentage of the gross amount of gold and silver
which they had obtained. The result was, that under the stimulus of
the enterprise,—in which private organizations will always excel the
government,—the mining interest in Russia increased rapidly, and
the government now obtains from its percentage a much larger annual
revenue than it had obtained before from the gold.

The discoveries of gold in America date from a very early period.
There were large quantities of gold and silver in the hands of the
Peruvians and the Aztecs at the time of the famous expedition of
Pizarro and Cortes. A story is told of one of the captured kings of
Peru, who, in order to secure his ransom, agreed to bring together
in two months gold and silver enough to fill his room. This would
have been a sufficiently great undertaking had he been confined in
an ordinary prison cell; but his captor, with an eye to business,
had put him in a large apartment, suited to his royal state. The room
is said to have been twenty-two feet long, seventeen feet wide, and
nine feet high. Such was the richness of Peru in the precious metals,
that the old king had no doubt of his ability to meet his contract;
and he did fill the room in the time. When his work was finished, and
the metal was melted, it was found that he had collected over fifteen
millions of dollars—a very handsome sum to pay for his liberty, which
he did not get after all.

[Sidenote: DISCOVERY OF GOLD IN AMERICA.]

From the time of the discovery in America until 1520, there was more
gold than silver exported to Europe; but about that time Mexico was
conquered, and large quantities of silver were obtained. In the
first three hundred years succeeding the discovery of America, the
receipts of American gold were estimated at three and a half times
the production of the old world, and those of silver at twelve times
the amount of this metal produced outside of America. Gold was dug
in America many hundreds of years ago. In some portions of Georgia
the ruins of ancient huts and utensils were uncovered a few years ago
in working some of the mines, and they are supposed to have belonged
to a race of men now extinct, though it is contended by some persons
that these gold works belonged to the period of Ferdinand de Soto. In
the early part of this century gold mines were successfully worked in
the Carolinas, Georgia, and other states; but latterly the yield from
these mines has greatly declined, and the returns of gold are quite
small.

The discoveries of gold in California in 1848, and in Australia three
years later, are events in the history of the human race of more
importance than the discoveries of Mexico and Peru in the days of
Cortes and Pizarro. These discoveries have given a new impetus to the
migratory population of the whole world, built up large cities and
regions where before there was only a wilderness, carried civilization
and commerce where they were never known before, brought together
strange people of all nations, mingling them in harmony side by side,
and have done more, perhaps, in the cause of universal peace and good
will among all nations than any other discoveries of the present day.

In California, more than in any other part of America, people of all
nations are assembled. In the streets of San Francisco one may see
the synagogue, the church, and the pagoda. Christian and pagan, Jew
and gentile, are mingled in the crowds that pass along the streets,
and they are found laboring side by side to obtain the chief end of a
large part of human existence—the possession of wealth.

[Sidenote: ROMANTIC STORIES.]

The discovery of gold in California, like many discoveries of gold
and silver elsewhere, was not the work of science. It very often
happens that those find who do not seek. A shepherd, a poor laborer,
and even children are chosen by Nature to reveal to the world the
treasures which she holds beneath the surface. It was not Columbus,
nor Cortes, nor Pizarro who discovered the silver of South America,
but an Indian hunter. The most famous silver mines of Peru were found
in the same way. One day a shepherd, leading his flock to feed on the
<DW72>s of the Andes, lighted some bushes to prepare his frugal meal.
A pebble heated by the flame attracted his attention through its
brightness, which reflected the rays of the sun. He found the stone
massive and heavy, and finally carried it to the mint at Lima, where
it was tested, and proved to be silver. The poor shepherd through his
discovery became a millionaire.

A hunter, climbing the rocks in search of game, pulled up a bush, and
found pieces of silver imbedded in the earth which the roots retained.
A child, playing one day in the valley near the cottage of a poor
peasant in Russia, picked up a shining pebble, and brought it home.
The pebble was found to be very heavy, and on examination proved to be
of gold. Investigations followed this discovery, and an extensive gold
field was opened.

The discovery of gold in California was accidental. Captain Sutter,
who had seen many vicissitudes and adventures in Europe and the wilds
of America, arrived in California in 1839; and two years later he
obtained a grant of land, and built a fort, which soon became the
refuge for people coming into the country. The pioneers of California
all bear testimony to the generosity of Captain Sutter at the time
when his fort was the capital, and he was king of the American colony
in the valley of the Sacramento. The legislature of California a few
years ago recognized his claims to the generosity of the people of the
Pacific coast by granting him a small pension for the remainder of his
life.

[Illustration: JAS. W. MARSHALL, THE DISCOVERER OF GOLD IN CALIFORNIA.]

[Illustration: SUTTER’S MILL, WHERE THE FIRST GOLD WAS DISCOVERED IN
CALIFORNIA.]

[Sidenote: SHINING PARTICLES IN A MILL-RACE.]

Captain Sutter erected a saw-mill on the south fork of the American
River, at a place now called Coloma. On the 19th day of January, 1848,
James W. Marshall, while engaged in digging a race for the saw-mill,
found some pieces of yellow metal, which he and the half dozen men
working with him at the mill supposed to be gold. He was confident of
the importance of the discovery, but he knew nothing of chemistry or
gold mining, and therefore could not prove the nature of the metal,
or know how to obtain it in paying quantities. Every day he examined
the mill-race to look for the metal; every man at the mill thought
Marshall was very wild, and so paid little attention to him. The swift
current of the mill-race washed away much of the earth, and by this
means particles of gold were left behind.

In a little while Marshall had quite a collection of specimens, and
his associates began to think that possibly there might be a gold
mine there after all. About the middle of February, one of the party
employed at the mill went to San Francisco, and took these specimens
with him. He was introduced to a gold miner from Georgia, who was
immediately satisfied of the character of the metal, and knew that the
diggings must be rich. This miner, Humphrey by name, determined to go
at once to the mill, and examine the digging.

He arrived there on the 7th of March, and found work going on at the
mill just as if there was no gold within a thousand miles. The next
day he took a pan and spade, and washed some of the dirt from the
bottom of the mill-race; and in a few hours he pronounced the mine
the richest he had ever seen or known in Georgia. He then made a
rocker, and went to work washing for gold, and every day he obtained
an ounce or two of metal. The men at the mill made rockers for
themselves, and all were soon busy in searching for gold. Everything
else was abandoned.

The rumor of the discovery did not spread rapidly. In the middle of
March the owner of a large ranche at the head of the Sacramento valley
visited Sutter’s fort, heard of the mining at Coloma, and went to see
it. He said that if similarity of formation could be taken as proof,
there must be gold on his ranche. So, after ascertaining the mode of
washing, he posted off, and in a few weeks was at work on the bars of
Clear Creek, nearly two hundred miles from Coloma. A few days later,
another man visited the mill, and the result was, that in less than
a month, he had a party of Indians washing gold on Feather River,
twenty-five miles from Coloma. Thus the gold mines were opened almost
simultaneously at distant points.

The first printed notice of the discovery of gold was given in a
newspaper published in San Francisco, on the 15th of March. On the
29th of May, the same paper announced that its publication would be
suspended, and said,—

[Sidenote: THE RUSH FOR THE MINES.]

“The whole country, from San Francisco to Los Angeles, and from the
sea-shore to the base of the Sierra Nevada, resounds with the sordid
cry of, Gold! gold! gold!—while the field is left half planted, the
house half built, and everything neglected but the manufacture of
picks, and shovels, and the means of transportation to the spot where
a man obtained one hundred and twenty dollars’ worth of the real stuff
in one day’s washing, and the average for all concerned was twenty
dollars per diem.”

The towns and villages were deserted. Farmers left their fields, and
the crews of ships at anchor in San Francisco Bay deserted; soldiers
left their posts; herdsmen abandoned their charges, and everybody made
the quickest possible speed to the mines. Merchants of San Francisco
found their clerks leaving their counters, and in many instances,
after struggling against fate, finding themselves alone, without
assistance and unable to obtain any, they closed their shops, and
followed the example of their subordinates.

[Illustration: EMIGRANT TRAIN OF GOLD HUNTERS IN 1849.]

[Illustration: CHINESE GOLD MINING IN CALIFORNIA.]

[Sidenote: HOW A SHIP WAS DESERTED.]

It is related that one day a ship came into port, having taken a pilot
outside the entrance to the bay. The pilot, in the hearing of some
of the crew, told the captain of the wonderful discovery, and, as he
afterwards acknowledged, exaggerated the real state of affairs very
considerably. The ship came to anchor about sunset, and was to be
moved to her dock the next morning. When the captain went on deck to
wait the arrival of his pilot, he found nobody on board. The sailors
had heard the story of wonderful fortunes to be obtained in the mines,
and they had stolen a boat, and gone ashore. The first and second
mates had followed the example of the men, leaving the captain to his
solitary ship. The pilot came off, as agreed. He was a conservative
old grandfather, who did not believe in making money; otherwise there
would have been no pilot at all. He told the captain that it was
useless to try to get the ship to the dock, or do anything with her;
and the latter, after thinking the matter over, concluded it would be
best to leave the craft at anchor, put her in charge of a keeper, if
such a man could possibly be found, and make a journey to the mines
himself.

The first specimen of gold sent from California to New York was
forwarded to the editor of the New York Herald, the paper which was
first on the Atlantic coast to announce the discovery. The first
rumors were received with incredulity and ridicule, but very soon the
specimens of the precious metal coming in considerable quantities,
and the enthusiastic letters of officers of the army and men of good
repute, changed the current of feeling, and an almost unparalleled
excitement began. It spread through Europe and Asia, and the thirst
for gold was universal. In 1847 the population of California
altogether was not fifteen thousand; in 1849 the great rush began,
and it was estimated that, during the six months from the 1st of
July, 1849, to the 1st of January, 1850, ninety thousand persons
arrived in California from Mexico, Chili, Peru, the Sandwich Islands,
United States, and Europe. Of this ninety thousand, such were the
hardships they had to endure, and the privations to which they were
subjected, one fifth of the entire number perished by disease within
six months succeeding their arrival.

Before 1850 the population of California had risen to one hundred
thousand, and it has been increasing ever since. Its population ten
years later was estimated at about seven hundred thousand.

It is a curious fact that most of the rich placer diggings in
California were discovered within three or four years of the discovery
at Sutter’s mill-race. Some rich deposits have been found since that
time, but none of them of any great importance. The placer fields of
California to-day are pretty nearly worked out, and the most extensive
mining of that state is now prosecuted by machinery.

[Sidenote: WASHING WITH THE ROCKER.]

The earlier diggings were in the valleys or streams or in gulches,
opening into the valleys. The washings were first conducted with a
sheet iron pan, held in the hands of the miner, who could wash only
a few quarts of earth at a time. An improvement upon the pan was the
rocker, a box arranged so that it could be rocked like a cradle, with
no board at one end, with a few slats nailed across the bottom to
catch the gold, and having a piece of sheet iron on the top pierced
with holes a quarter of an inch in diameter. Earth was thrown upon
this iron, and water was poured on. The cradle was set upon a slight
incline, so that the stones rolled off at the end, while the water,
with the earth, sand, and gold, was carried through. The gold caught
upon the riffles, while the lighter substances were washed away.
Nuggets, or large pieces of gold that would not pass through the
holes, were sometimes thrown out with the stone and lost; but the
danger of such an occurrence was not very great, principally for the
reason that nuggets were not alarmingly abundant.

Two men were required to work a rocker. It was placed by the side of
a stream, and one man grasping its handle with one hand, flourished a
dipper in the other. His companion brought the auriferous earth to the
machine, and threw it upon the iron. Man number one would then throw a
quantity of water upon the earth, and agitate the machine as rapidly
as possible. The earth and water would become mixed, and pass through
the holes, and the stone would roll away from the end of the cradle.
It was necessary to keep the water running pretty briskly on the top
of the machine, and likewise to keep it well supplied with earth. By
the end of the day’s working at this business, the two men would be
delightfully wearied and ready to engage in almost any other honorable
and profitable pursuit, especially a profitable one.

[Illustration: GOLD WASHING IN THE CALIFORNIA MINES.]

[Sidenote: THE AUTHOR’S FIRST GOLD MINING.]

My first experience with a rocker was not of an agreeable character.
Accompanied by a friend, I went to a locality where it was reported
that a miner a few days before had obtained eight hundred dollars in
a single day. We were willing to begin at that rate, though we were
confident we should make a thousand a day before the end of the week.
We carried our tools to the spot, and having placed our rocker, began
work. I worked the machine, and Harry, as I will call my friend,
supplied it with earth. I placed the machine by the side of the stream
where I could easily dip out the water, and told Harry to begin.

For about an hour the machine did very lively work. Whenever I lagged,
Harry would remind me of the eight hundred dollar man. Then I would
give an extra flourish to the tin dipper, and pile on an extra quart
of water. I kept Harry busy bringing earth, and he kept me busy
washing it away. At the end of an hour or so we thought we would see
how things were getting on.

I raised the lid, examined the riffles, and not a particle of gold was
to be seen. The result was not encouraging, and I told Harry we had
better move a little way down the stream, and try it again. We did so.

This time Harry took the rocker, and I went into the shovelling
business. We made things lively for another hour. Harry was sure we
were right this time, as the earth was of a different color, and the
water, as it ran from the machine, was so yellow, that it certainly
must be tinged with gold. What we most feared was to lose the big
nuggets that might roll out from the rocker, and so we examined every
stone with all the care of a geological student; but somehow there
was not a nugget among the whole lot, and after a while we thought the
nugget business was played out.

When we had been in this new place an hour, we concluded to adjourn
for dinner. Harry wanted to look into the rocker, but I told him our
appetites might be better if we waited until after dinner for the
examination. Our dinner was a very plain one, consisting of a piece of
bread that might have been sold for a brick, and a slice of pork that
had probably come down from the Silurian period.

We were temperate in drinking; that is to say, we drank nothing but
water, and it may be proper to add, that we had nothing but water
to drink. During the meal we consoled and congratulated ourselves
upon being in the eight hundred dollar region. We had counted in the
morning upon making at least that sum, but now we were willing to
put up with four or five hundred. Our air castles were reasonably
gorgeous, though somehow the pains in our backs and legs, diminished
their brilliancy.

When our meal was finished, we raised the lid and began examining the
rocker. This time there was something in the riffles, and we exulted.
Close examination, however, showed that there was nothing there
except black sand, a few small pebbles, and three or four particles
of gold, each about as large as a pin’s head. We changed our base of
operations, and moved again to a new spot.

[Sidenote: DISAPPOINTMENT AND DISGUST.]

I do not think either of us was ever harder worked and more weary than
at the end of that day. We had pains enough all over our bodies to set
up a window market, and if we did not sleep well that night, it was
not for lack of weariness. We were a trifle disgusted to find that in
our verdancy we had been washing what the miners call “strippings,”
that is, the surface earth which lies above the pay dirt. We might as
well have washed the sweepings of Broadway, and hope to obtain gold.
We learned something by experience, as a great many others have done.
“Working the rocker,” we concluded, was too severe for lazy men, and
we speedily gave it up.




LVI.

GOLD MINING.

     VARIOUS WAYS OF MINING GOLD.—SLUICING AND HYDRAULIC
     MINING.—ACCIDENT TO A MINER.—A NARROW ESCAPE.—POWER OF WATER
     IN HYDRAULIC MINING.—EFFECT ON RIVERS AND BAYS.—A SCENE OF
     DESOLATION.—QUARTZ MINING.—QUICKSILVER AND ITS AMALGAM.—STOCK
     OPERATIONS.—THE MARIPOSA MINES.—THE AUTHOR’S VISIT.—HAYWARD’S
     MINE.—MANIPULATION OF MARIPOSA.—FUNNY STORY OF A SEA CAPTAIN.—HOW
     HE SUPERINTENDED A MINE.—HIS MANAGEMENT OF A MILL.—ACCIDENTS ON
     PURPOSE, AND HASTY FLIGHT.


Underground work in gold mining does not properly begin with the
surface washings. It is true the earth is torn out, and large
excavations are made; but they are all done by the light of day, and
where the open air circulates through them. As heretofore stated, the
primitive form of gold-digging is with the pan and the rocker. After
the rocker, there are several forms of sluicing, or washing away of
the earth. The ordinary construction of a sluice is a long box, with
a current of water running through it. The earth is thrown into the
sluice, washed towards its lower end, and carried away by the water.
The stones, of various sizes, are thrown out with a shovel or fork;
the gold and black sand fall by their weight, and are caught in the
riffles, or cleats, nailed across the bottom of the sluice. Earth
which will not pay for working with the pan or rocker can be made
profitable in this mode of operation, for the reason that one man or
two men can wash with the sluice many times the quantity of earth that
they could work with the primitive process.

Another form of sluice, known as “Long Tom,” is generally elevated
upon posts, a foot or two above the ground. At its upper end there is
a covering of sheet iron, very much like that which covers the rocker.
Another system of surface mining is that which is known as hydraulic
mining, and by means of it, earth that will not pay for washing in
any other way can be worked to advantage. By this process the miners
will tear down large banks and hills, and wash them entirely away.
The process was invented in 1852, by Edward Mattison, a native of
Connecticut, and introduced by him to great advantage. The water is
conducted through iron tubes, terminating in a flexible hose with a
nozzle like that of a fire engine. The “head” of the water must be
many feet higher than the place where it emerges from the hose, so as
to give an enormous pressure.

Equipped in this way the miner washes away the base of the bank. In
a little while the upper part falls, and as the gravelly ground is
composed of pebbles, and is naturally rather loosely consolidated,
large masses of the hill come down with a violent crash. The greatest
danger to life in this kind of mining is in the falls of the earth.

[Sidenote: INVENTION OF HYDRAULIC MINING.]

I was once at a place near Grass Valley, California, where they were
at work by means of hydraulic mining. A large cavity had been cut away
under the base of the hill with the streams of water. Every moment
the hill was expected to fall, but somehow it seemed to retain its
position. One of the men incautiously ventured near it, and just as he
had done so, the earth fell, and the man was partially buried beneath
it. He screamed loudly with pain. His companions rushed forward to
relieve him, when another mass of earth fell, partially burying two of
those who had come to his rescue. Other men went to their assistance,
and in a little while the three were extricated.

The first man had his leg broken, and one foot badly crushed. The
other two were severely bruised, and the foot of one of them was
permanently injured. It frequently happens that in this way men are
killed or injured partially through want of caution, and partially
owing to the dangers inseparably connected with hydraulic mining.

The force of water thrown in this way, with an enormous pressure, is
almost wonderful. The solid earth is cut and torn away, and sometimes
stones weighing several pounds are tossed into the air. The particles
of earth fly in all directions. The water rebounds sometimes, and in a
little while the men who manage the hose are thoroughly drenched. On
a level surface a stream of water directed upon the solid earth at an
angle of twelve or thirteen degrees, will cut a trench or furrow with
the rapidity of a plough. When the earth falls, the largest blocks
are broken up with the pick or with the streams of water, and the
_débris_ is thrown into a large channel, or flume, at the basis of the
hill where the work is going on. The flume has riffles at its bottom,
and many turnings, so that the gold may be saved. The stream of water
carries away the earth, and leaves the gold behind.

[Sidenote: DESTRUCTIVE EFFECTS OF THE SYSTEM.]

There is no system of mining more destructive than this. Hills are cut
away, and sometimes, for many acres, the rock is laid bare. The whole
scene is one of desolation. The earth that is washed down fills the
channels of rivers, and is sometimes carried a long distance. Before
California was opened for gold mining, the water of her streams was
perfectly clear; but since the beginning of mining the streams have
lost their pellucid character, and the discolored water extends to the
Bay of San Francisco, and sometimes out to sea. The lower part of the
Sacramento River has been partially filled up, and there are parts of
the great bay which are now much shallower than of old.

As the surface diggings of California showed signs of exhaustion,
attention was given to mining in quartz rock. In the ledges of the
mountain-sides veins were discovered rich in gold, and pieces of the
rock taken from these veins gave promise of profitable working.

[Illustration: MINERS PROSPECTING.]

The man with pick, and pan, and rocker required but little capital
for the prosecution of his enterprise; but mining in the quartz rock
requires money to conduct it. Shafts must be sunk, and levels must
be driven; the ore must be raised to the surface, the rock must be
pulverized, and the gold extracted; and the machinery to accomplish
this is more or less elaborate, and always costly. The mines are
worked in the same way as other underground mines. The shafts, the
levels, the tunnels, are the same; but after the ore is raised, there
is a great expense attending its reduction. The rock must be broken,
and placed in pulverizing machines, and after it is crushed, whether
by rollers or stamps, the gold must be separated.

[Sidenote: CATCHING GOLD WITH QUICKSILVER.]

The water which carries away the gold is made to flow where it comes
in contact with quicksilver placed along a series of riffles. In many
instances blankets are spread, over which the water flows; and as the
gold comes in contact with the rough surface of these blankets, it is
caught and held.

Some of the gold miners in California invented a table of amalgamated
copper, on which quicksilver was spread, and the ore coming in contact
with it was stopped.

There are other inventions for the same purpose. In one the pulverized
ore is agitated in a bath of quicksilver, and in another an inclined
trough is divided into compartments filled with quicksilver, in which
a series of forks have an oscillating movement, to bring the sands
in contact with the fluid metal as they flow through the troughs.
Sometimes sheep-skins are used inside of blankets, so that the golden
fleece can be considered an affair of modern times, as well as of the
earliest days of ship-building.

In working the placer mines by the hydraulic process, the miner can
manage with profit the dirt which contains only a millionth part of
gold.

In the quartz mining, the proportion of gold ought naturally to be
greater, since it is necessary to execute all the work, which is
partly done at the placers by nature; that is, to dig, transport,
pulverize, enrich the ore, and finally amalgamate it.

In California the quartz ores of least hardness cannot be worked
profitably when they yield less than five dollars’ worth of gold to
the ton, or about one hundred thousandth proportion. Quicksilver is
mainly employed in the auriferous quartz ores. When the gold of the
placer is very fine, and invisible to the eye, or the work is done by
means of long channels, riffles filled with quicksilver are placed
in the bed of the stream, which detain all the gold in its passage,
no matter how small the particles. The scales of gold which come in
contact with this fluid are instantly caught up, and no process has
yet been invented which can supersede that of quicksilver.

[Sidenote: SUGAR CANDY OF A GOLD MINE.]

The amalgam obtained in this way is generally liquid, but it is
allowed to take up sufficient gold to give it the consistency of
paste. It is passed through a chamois-skin folded into a bag, and
twisted like a piece of wet linen. The quicksilver, being separated
from the gold, passes through the pores of the skin in the form of
silver drops, and is caught in a basin beneath. The gold must now be
separated from the paste, and the amalgam left behind resembles a ball
of tin. Quicksilver dissolves gold just as water dissolves sugar, but
the quicksilver can be driven away in vapor, and the gold will remain.
The amalgam can be made to give up its gold in the same way that a
solution of sugar and water can be made to yield sugar candy. In this
way gold may be considered the sugar candy of the miner.

The balls of amalgam are placed in an iron retort, which is heated in
a furnace. At a high temperature the quicksilver boils, and ascends
in the form of vapor towards the neck of the apparatus. The neck of
the retort opens into a tub of water, which condenses the vaporized
quicksilver, and causes it to fall to the bottom.

When the operation is concluded, the quicksilver is at the bottom of
the tub, and the ball of gold is in the retort. With the quicksilver
driven out, the gold has a porous and spongy appearance. It is
remelted in crucibles, and then cast into bars. If the operation is
properly conducted, hardly any of the quicksilver will be lost. I
have known instances where miners have used a quantity of quicksilver
twenty or thirty times over, with hardly any appreciable diminution of
its weight.

A great many quartz mines have been opened in California, Colorado,
and other portions of America. Some of them have returned much
less money to their stockholders than to the men who organized
the companies. During the height of the mining fever, it was
comparatively easy to organize a company, where a man had any
reasonable supposition that a mine existed. All through California
quartz mines were opened, but those which have paid a profit to the
operators could almost be counted on the fingers’ ends. The most
profitable centre of quartz mining is in the vicinity of Grass Valley,
a short distance from the line of the Central Pacific Railway. Most
of the mines opened there have been profitable, though there are some
which never made any money.

The richest and most famous of the Californian quartz mines is the one
known as Hayward’s. Its early history was one of disaster, but for
several years it has been paying a steady and handsome profit to its
owner. I remember, on my arrival in San Francisco, a resident of that
city told me of Hayward’s case.

“Hayward,” said he, “used to have a hard time of it, but now he takes
things easy. He spends most of his time in San Francisco, and once in
every fortnight he goes up to the mill, and orders them to ‘clean up.’
They clean up; the gold is retorted, and he brings it down here. He
has a clear income of ten or twelve thousand dollars a week from the
mine, and appears to enjoy himself.”

[Sidenote: STORY OF MARIPOSA.]

Probably the most famous mines of California, and those which
have swallowed up the most money, are the Mariposa. Mariposa is a
Spanish word, meaning “butterfly;” and there never was a more gaudy
butterfly, to catch the eye of a speculating public, than the Mariposa
of California. General Fremont obtained a grant of land on which
the mines are located, and he organized a stock company, which was
expected to return an enormous revenue; somehow the golden promise did
not turn out brilliantly, and those who invested became heavy losers.

Mariposa went down, and carried with it a great many confiding men.
By and by it came up again, and a new speculation was started. More
money was invested, with pretty nearly the same result as before; and
so it has gone on up to the present time; and once in a while there is
a speculation in Mariposa. Somebody wins a great deal of money, and
somebody loses a great deal.

[Sidenote: VISITING THE MARIPOSA MINE.]

My only visit to the Mariposa mines convinced me that they are good
things to make money out of, provided they could be operated to a
great profit. There were five large mines on the Mariposa grant. Only
one of them was at work, and at this one the superintendent politely
refused to allow us an opportunity for inspection. He said they were
taking out a fair amount of gold, but he thought their amalgamating
process was not perfect; and consequently the shareholders could not
expect a large dividend. It is possible he would have granted us
permission to descend into the mine; but as two men had been killed
recently in one of the tunnels, and a man, not long before, had fallen
down the shaft, we concluded it was altogether too good a place for
accidents, and one that we did not care to inspect.

[Sidenote: A SEA CAPTAIN AS A MINER.]

The ways of the quartz miners—that is to say, of the owners of the
mines—are something wonderful. Thousands of mines have been managed
by men no more competent to superintend mining than to construct a
new solar system. Some years ago I made the acquaintance of a sea
captain who had retired from the service, and concluded to go into
business. He had begun life as a cabin boy, having run away to sea.
He next sailed before the mast, and had gone through all the grades,
until he was qualified to be master of a ship. He had a brother-in-law
who was a director in a mining company, and the directors, in their
infinite wisdom, concluded that this retired sea captain, whose sands
of life had not altogether run out, would make an excellent mining
superintendent, as he was good for nothing else.

[Illustration: MINERS AROUND THEIR CAMP-FIRE.]

On what reasoning they based their determination I do not know. He had
never seen a mine in all his life, and could not tell the difference
between a piece of granite and a fragment of gold-bearing quartz.
I met him one day, and he told me he was to start on the following
morning for the scene of operations, where he would take charge of
a mine. I lost sight of him for several months, but one day met him
on Broadway, looking as if he had just been sentenced to the
penitentiary. I asked how his mining speculation was getting along,
and he begged me not to talk about it.

“I told them,” said he, “that I did not know anything about mining;
but they shipped me out there, and told me to manage the craft the
best way I could, and they knew I would get along all right. When I
got there, a shaft had been made twenty or thirty feet down, and the
mill was nearly completed. I was determined not to let on to the men
there that I did not know all about the business, and when the man
in charge of the works came to me, I told him to go ahead,—that he
was doing everything all right. I hurried the mill up, and, as it was
approaching completion, I went to the mouth of the shaft, looked at
several heaps of rocks, pointed out one, and told them to crush that
first. I saw the fellows sticking their quids in their larboard jaws,
and supposed that it indicated that I knew what I was about.

“We went to work, and run the mill for a week, and the foreman asked
me if he had not better clean up. I told him I did not think the mill
looked very dirty, and guessed I would not clean up for a while. Fact
is, I did not know what cleaning up meant. I visited a neighboring
mine, got acquainted with the superintendent, who knew just about as
much of the business as I did, and precious little more; but from him
I found out what it was to ‘clean up.’

“I thought I would let the mill run another week, and so I did. Then
we cleaned up, and there was not a particle of gold to be found.
I told the foreman he had not arranged things properly; that the
quicksilver ought to be on the other side of the riffle, so as to
catch the gold when it fell over. I bought blankets, and sheep-skins,
and everything else, but could not accomplish anything.

“I used to go down in the mine occasionally, and somehow, every time
I went there, there was always an accident—not a serious one, to be
sure; but they would dump me out of the bucket, or run against me, or
turn a hose on me by accident, or do something. I was getting into
trouble every day, but it never happened in such a way that I could
accuse anybody. The country was not fit for a dog to live in, and I
soon got tired of it.

“The company got tired of it too, and I kept writing such discouraging
letters, and, besides, the sheriff came on me, and seized everything;
so that they finally told me to come home. I left the place suddenly,
took the stage coach, and started east.

“I had a back seat in the coach, and right in front of me were two
men who were talking about the mines. They spoke of various things
that did not interest me much, but finally one of them referred to the
Ready Return Mine, which was the one I had been running.

[Sidenote: TRICKS ON A GREENHORN.]

“One of these fellows laughed, and said, ‘I wish we had gone to see
the Ready Return Mine. Jim Jackson says it is the funniest thing
alive. There is a sailor there, superintendent of the mine, who does
not know any more about mining than you do about the Ten Commandments.
He came out there, pretended to be very wise, and set the boys to
crushing wall rock—nothing but the meanest wall rock—with not an ounce
of gold in a thousand tons of it. Well, they let him keep on, as there
was not any gold there any way; and I reckon he has about spent all
the company’s money, and will have to bust pretty soon. They have
a good deal of fun with him, and play all sorts of tricks on him.
I wish we had gone there, and seen the fellow. When the mine busts
completely, they are going to lower him down the shaft, under some
pretext, then haul up the bucket, and let him stay a day or two, to
teach him something about mining.’

“When I heard this,” said my aquatic friend, “I made up my mind that I
had had enough of that business; and then I knew how those fellows had
been gagging me. You won’t catch me at a gold mine again.”

[Illustration: GROUND SLUICING.]

[Illustration: HYDRAULIC MINING.]




LVII.

COPPER AND COPPER MINES.

     ANTIQUITY OF COPPER.—USE OF IT AMONG THE ANCIENTS.—OLDEST
     COINS.—THE COLOSSUS OF RHODES.—COPPER MINES OF ENGLAND AND OTHER
     COUNTRIES.—NATIVE COPPER.—HOW IT IS WORKED.—OVERTHROWING A MASS.—A
     LUMP WEIGHING EIGHT HUNDRED TONS.—MALACHITE.


One of the first metals known to man was copper. It is related in
Scripture that Tubal Cain was “an instructor of every artificer in
brass and in iron.” In the book of Job we read that “copper is molten
out of the stone.” It is recorded in Egyptian history that the Emperor
Cheops worked a copper mine in Sinai. The ancient Egyptians were
familiar with copper, and the Syrians, Phœnicians, and also the Greeks
and Romans, used a great deal of it in the manufacture of monuments
and statues of bronze. The Colossus of Rhodes, after lying in the sand
for nine hundred years, is said to have required nearly a thousand
camels to convey its pieces away. The ancients seem to have worked
copper mines very extensively, and their facilities for making large
castings were quite equal to those of modern times.

Copper was known in America to the races that inhabited this continent
before the Indians had any knowledge of it, as appears from the
various utensils of copper found in the ancient mounds of the Western
country and the extensive mining works along the shores of Lake
Superior. The Mexicans and Peruvians had many tools of copper, and it
is a curious fact that these tools are almost identical in composition
with the tools found at Thebes and other points along the Nile. A
chisel found in a silver mine in Peru contained ninety-four per cent.
copper, five per cent. tin, and one per cent. iron.

Copper was used for money at a very early period. Some coins are in
existence supposed to be twenty-five hundred years old. They contain
from sixty to seventy-five per cent. of copper, and the residue is
made up of tin, lead, and zinc.

[Sidenote: EXTENT OF COPPER MINES.]

The mines which supply the copper of commerce are situated in almost
all parts of the world. Many of them are worked by English companies,
and made tributary to the great smelting establishments at Swansea,
in Wales. It is easier to carry ores to the localities where coal is
mined, than it is to carry the coal to the copper mines. The great
value of many copper ores admits of their transportation from the
interior of countries to the sea-coast, and their shipment thence by
sea to the place where they can be reduced with the greatest economy.

In America there are many smelting works on various parts of the
coast, and at some interior points, but none of them are as extensive
as the English ones.

Many copper mines are worked on the Andes, particularly in Chili
and Peru. Central America and Mexico contain many mines, some of
them of great value. Copper deposits are scattered throughout the
United States, all the way from New England to California, though
comparatively few of them are valuable. There are copper mines of
great value and world-wide celebrity in Cornwall, England. Other
parts of the British Isles produce this metal. There are valuable
copper mines in Germany, Sweden, and Norway, and the mines of the
Ural Mountains of Russia are among the richest on the globe. In 1830
the copper production of Great Britain was more than half the entire
copper production of the world. Copper mining in other parts of the
world was not extensively prosecuted; but subsequently the industry
increased so rapidly that twenty-five years later the amount of copper
produced in Great Britain, though not less in quantity, was only one
fourth of that of the entire globe.

Occasionally circumstances give a great impetus to copper mining. For
instance, in 1866, the war between Chili and Spain cut off the copper
supply from the former country, and gave a great impetus to copper
mining elsewhere. In California several copper mines were opened, and
were making an enormous profit for their owners, when suddenly the war
between Spain and Chili came to an end, the Chilian mines were opened
again, and the copper mines of California diminished greatly in value.

Copper is found in various forms; sometimes in sulphurets or oxides,
and crystallized in various ways. In some parts of the world it is
found in a pure state.

[Sidenote: A HOLE IN THE GROUND.]

Copper mines are very much like other mines, and do not require a
special description. They may be tersely set down as holes in the
ground; and one hole in the ground, so far as light and darkness go,
is very much like another. I remember that on one occasion, while
travelling in a distant part of the world, I endeavored to urge a
friend to accompany me to visit a curious cave. He shook his head
doubtfully, and said, “O, it’s nothing but a hole in the ground;
what’s the use of going there?” A few days later, I had arranged an
excursion into a silver mine, and urged him to join me. He declined,
with the remark, “What’s the use of going into it? it’s nothing but a
hole in the ground.” Again, when a mining excursion was in progress,
he declined to be of the party because the place was in a hole in the
ground, and he did not wish to get beneath the surface of the earth
until he was dead.

[Illustration: INTERIOR OF A COPPER MINE.]

It may be said of a copper mine, as of a coal mine, an iron mine, or
anything else of the sort, “it’s nothing but a hole in the ground;”
but if you should ask, as my friend did, “What’s the use of going
there?” I think in many instances the owners could point to fine
houses and heavy bank accounts, to show you, beyond a doubt, that
there is a good deal of use in visiting the mine, or, at all events,
in owning it.

[Sidenote: HEAVY DIVIDENDS IN COPPER STOCK.]

Copper mines, some of them at least, are very good things to own,
while others are very good to let alone. Many a speculator has come to
grief by dabbling in copper stocks, while many another speculator has
made a great deal of money by it. Copper mining is very much like a
lottery; there are prizes, and very valuable ones, and there are also
a great number of blanks. In Cornwall, the Great Consolidated Mines,
as they are called, made a profit in twenty years of three millions
of dollars, and their product in one year was half a million dollars.
In the next eight years the dividends dwindled down to a very small
figure, owing to the expense of working, and for six years afterwards
no dividend was declared; then, immediately after, rich deposits were
found, and enormous dividends paid. An idea of the extent of these
mines may be formed when it is known that the aggregate length of the
underground workings is more than seventy miles.

One company in Cornwall paid in five dollars on each share, and its
stock consisted of one thousand shares. In the first three months of
regular working the amount cleared was seventy-five thousand dollars.
In the following year it cleared one hundred thousand dollars. Five
years later the dividends amounted to seventeen hundred dollars a
share, and each share was worth two thousand dollars. This was a very
fair profit on an investment of five dollars.

In another mine the shares originally cost twenty-five dollars each,
and a few years later they were worth five thousand one hundred and
seventy-five dollars a share.

One copper mine in Australia was opened in 1845. The whole amount
of capital paid in was sixty thousand dollars, and the dividends
up to March, 1850, were nine hundred thousand dollars. None of the
dividends were less than fifty per cent. on the capital, and some
were at the rate of two hundred per cent. Half a million dollars
remained undivided, so that in five years the total profits amounted
to nineteen times the whole amount of capital invested.

The copper region of Lake Superior contains almost the only mines
that produce this metal profitably worked in the United States. The
existence of masses of native copper had been known for a long time,
but nothing was done towards mining in that region until the Indian
title was extinguished, in 1842. Immediately after this the country
was rapidly taken up by adventurers from the Eastern States, and
mining operations were begun. The state geologist, Dr. Houghton, had
examined the country, and located the productive region on the range
of the Trap Hills commencing on the south coast of Keweenaw Point.
From Keweenaw Point the Trap Hills run in two or three parallel
ranges, extending westward more than one hundred miles. There are
other trap formations presenting some mineral indications, but most of
the profitable mines are in this narrow belt. A great many mines have
been opened, but comparatively few of them have been found profitable.

[Sidenote: HOW COPPER ORES ARE FOUND.]

Copper ores are found in various conditions, but there are no mines
in the world where there is so much of it in the native state as in
the Lake Superior region. The largest masses stand upon their edges
in the vein. Sometimes they are many yards in length and several feet
in breadth, and their thickness varies from an inch to more than a
yard. Silver is associated with copper, sometimes in occasional lumps
unattached to the copper, though generally the two metals are in
contact, as if the silver had been deposited with the copper, without
forming an alloy with it. I believe no alloy of the two metals is ever
found there, and consequently they can never have been in a fused
condition in contact. The lumps of silver vary in weight from a few
grains to several pounds.

Masses of copper of great size have been found. One was discovered
several years ago containing at least five hundred tons, and other
masses are said to have contained more than eight hundred tons.

[Sidenote: BLASTING COPPER MASSES.]

The work of cutting out one of these masses sometimes occupies several
weeks or months. The mass fills the entire vein, so that the rock must
be removed on one side; the mass is thus left as a wall, its upper
edge extending into the roof and its lower edge into the floor. When
the side is laid bare, the mass is attacked at one end by introducing
charges of powder, and as fast as room is obtained, and cracks are
opened between the copper and the rock, the size of these charges is
increased. The usual form of blasting under such circumstances is by
what is known as the “sand blast.”

Powder is poured loosely into the openings in large quantities, and is
then covered with dry sand. It is lighted by means of a safety fuse,
which gives the men time to escape. The first blast will be in a small
cavity, and as the cavities are enlarged more powder is introduced,
until sometimes several hundred pounds are spread in the crevice and
fired at once. In several instances one thousand pounds of powder have
been burned at a single blast. When the mass has been thrown down in
this way, the work of cutting it so that it can be removed begins.

Two miners strike in turn upon a long steel chisel held by a third,
and thus gradually cut a groove across the copper. This work is
repeated until the mass is cut through, and sometimes it requires an
entire month to make a single cut. The mass is reduced into pieces
weighing five or six tons each, which can be hoisted up the shaft, and
it will then be cut into little morsels weighing not more than two or
three tons each, so that it can be easily handled.

To give an idea of the extent of this kind of work, it may be
stated that some years ago a mass of copper was uncovered on which
nearly three thousand pounds of powder were expended before it was
thrown over so that it could be cut. When it was thrown over it was
forty-five feet long, and its greatest thickness was eight feet.
Several months were required for cutting it up so that it could be
removed, and it was estimated from its measurement to weigh more than
five hundred tons. This mass copper usually yields more than ninety
per cent. of pure metal.

[Illustration: A COPPER MINE OF THE LAKE SUPERIOR REGION.]

[Illustration: DRILLING IN A COPPER MINE.]

The copper mines of Lake Superior are generally very profitable, where
they pay at all, but investments in them should be made with great
caution. Many copper companies have been organized, and the stock has
been put upon the market and sold, when the mine had no existence
except in the brain of its originator.

[Sidenote: MALACHITE AND ITS USES.]

A very valuable substance found in copper mines is that known as
malachite. Specimens of it are found in the Lake Superior district, in
Australia, and sometimes in England. The greatest quantities of it—in
fact the only quantities of any importance in the whole world—are in
the Ural Mountains, in Russia. In the mine of Tagilsk, a pretty town
of twenty-five thousand inhabitants, situated in the Ural Mountains,
there is a valuable copper mine which produces immense quantities of
malachite.

Malachite is a protocarbonate of copper, and by analysis yields
seventy-one per cent. of protoxide of copper. It is distinguished for
its beautiful green color, variegated in many ways, its fine texture,
and its ability to receive high polish. It is used for jewelry, and is
converted into tables, vases, and many articles of great beauty.

In the mine of Tagilsk, about thirty years ago, an enormous mass
of malachite was discovered, and several years were required to
remove it. If it could have been taken out in its natural state,
it would have been the greatest curiosity of the known world. The
whole weight of this mass was estimated at seven hundred and twenty
thousand pounds. Sir Roderick Murchison examined this mass before
it was touched by the wedge or hammer, and his description is quite
interesting. He says,—

“The copper ground that we have been describing having been excavated
by shafts, an enormous mass of malachite was detected at the depth
of two hundred and eighty feet. These strings of green copper ore
occurring at intervals were followed downward, when, increasing
with width and value, they were found to terminate at the base of
the present mine in an immense irregularly shaped mass of solid
malachite. When we examined this mass, much of the surrounding matrix
had been removed, and it presented an appearance of having been cast
in a depression of the stone. We are disposed to view it as having
resulted from copper solutions emanating from all the porous, loose,
surrounding mass, and which, trickling through it to the lowest
cavity in the subjacent rock, have in a series of ages produced this
wonderful subterranean incrustation.”

[Sidenote: SPLENDOR OF MALACHITE COLUMNS.]

In the great Exhibition of 1851, and in the Paris Exposition of
1867, wonderful specimens of this curious production of nature were
exhibited. There were large doors of solid malachite, polished to the
smoothness of mirrors, and the material was exhibited cut in various
shapes. It is used for the manufacture of vases of all sizes, and is
frequently worn as jewelry. In the Paris Exposition one piece was
exhibited nearly ten feet in length. It was in its rough state, with
the exception of one side, where it was highly polished.

In some of the Russian churches, particularly in the Church of St.
Isaacs, at St. Petersburg, there are pillars twenty, thirty, and fifty
feet in height, apparently of solid malachite. I say apparently, for
the reason that the pillars are really of granite, and have been
veneered with malachite. Some years ago, a vase was sent as a present
by the Emperor of Russia to His Holiness the Pope, and has since been
on exhibition in the Vatican. The vase is large enough to enable His
Holiness to use it, if he so desired, as a bath-tub, or an aquarium.
To the untaught spectator it is apparently of pure malachite, but a
close observer will discover the lines where its fragments, or more
properly the fragments of its veneering, are joined, for the vase is
of stone covered with malachite, just as the pillars in St. Isaacs
Church are covered. It is very pretty and very valuable, and visitors
often remain long around it to study its beauty.

The annual production of copper is about eighty thousand tons. Of
this, Great Britain and Chili produce about one fourth each, Russia
produces one eighth, and America about one tenth. The rest of the
production is shared by various parts of South America, by Cuba,
by Sweden and Norway, Australia, and various parts of Europe. Asia
produces about one twentieth of the full amount, but from Africa and
Southern Europe only a small quantity is obtained.




LVIII.

THE CATACOMBS OF ROME.

     THEIR AGE AND EXTENT.—THE SEVEN HILLS HONEYCOMBED.—HOW THE
     CATACOMBS WERE MADE.—THEIR USES.—THE CHRISTIAN MARTYRS.—IMMENSE
     BURIAL VAULTS.—MILLIONS OF PERSONS BURIED.—RESORTS OF
     ROBBERS.—STRANGE ADVENTURES.—VISITING THE CHURCH OF THE
     CAPUCHINS.—FANCY OF AN IRREVERENT AMERICAN.—DOWN THE
     CATACOMBS.—STORY OF THE GUIDE.—STRANGE EXPERIENCE OF TWO AMERICANS.


Many cities of the old world can boast of catacombs. Those of Paris
are famous in their way for the large number of skeletons which have
been deposited in them. The catacombs in and near other cities have
the same peculiarity, and the walls are frescoed and festooned with
bones which are placed so as to form fantastic shapes, reflecting much
credit upon the persons who arranged them.

The catacombs of Rome are quite interesting, partly from their
character and partly from the associations connected with them. Many
of them are of great antiquity, and can be traced back nearly to the
time when the city was founded. The rock on which Rome is built was
of volcanic origin. It is a soft, yellow stone, generally known as
_tufa_, and can be quarried very easily. The workmen shaped their
shafts pretty much as they pleased, the stone in many places being
so soft that it could be cut with an axe. Some of them are more
ancient even than the city which Romulus and Remus founded, and they
are so extensive that the original seven hills on which Rome stands
were perforated and honey-combed by enormous passages and galleries,
in which one might easily be lost. As the building of the city
progressed, the quarries were extended, some of them several miles
away from the banks of the Tiber. During the time of the prosperity
of Rome these quarries were opened in every direction, and were
steadily worked until the city began to decline, and the materials of
the old buildings were used for the construction of new ones.

[Sidenote: DESTROYING THE COLISEUM.]

For a good many hundred years Rome has had very little occasion
to open new quarries, as the old stone inside the city is quite
sufficient for most of the building purposes of the present day.
For several centuries some of the great works constructed by the
emperors were torn down to furnish building material. A great part
of the Coliseum was removed in this way. Thousands of tons of stone
were carried off, but the work was so vast that, in spite of all the
efforts of man to destroy it, it remains to-day a gigantic monument of
the greatness and glory of Rome.

Beneath the modern city of Rome there are many underground passages
which are not generally classed with the catacombs. The most
interesting of the catacombs, those which furnished homes and
hiding-places for the early Christians, are outside the walls of
the modern city, and are visited annually by a great many persons.
It is not clear for what purpose these places were used after their
abandonment as quarries, but it is generally believed they were the
resort of robbers and other persons who were escaping from or avoiding
justice. At the present time a close watch is kept over them, to
prevent their occupation by brigands or other violators of the law.
Only a few years ago a band of robbers had their headquarters in one
of the catacombs, and carried on their depredations for several months
before their place of concealment was discovered.

During the time of the persecution of the Christians, beginning with
that under Nero, and followed by those of several other emperors, down
to the last persecution, a great many persons who could not be safe
anywhere else crowded into the catacombs. Some of them lived there for
years, while many others spent the greater part of their time there,
and only went to the surface at night. Many of the workmen around
the quarries were very early converted to Christianity, and it is
supposed that they greatly aided their fellow-Christians in finding
secure places of retreat.

[Sidenote: EXPLORING THE CATACOMBS.]

Very little attention was paid to the catacombs until nearly fourteen
hundred years after the beginning of the Christian era. By that time
the catacombs had ceased to be the abode of Christians, as it was no
longer necessary for them to conceal themselves. Outlaws and assassins
were gathered in large numbers in the catacombs, and it required very
vigorous efforts on the part of the authorities to drive them out. The
entrances to many of these places were closed altogether, and have
remained closed ever since, so that there are numerous under-passages
below and around the city of Rome which have not been visited for
thousands of years, and their locality even is not known.

In 1535 the pope ordered some of the catacombs to be explored, and
directed that they should be cleared and lighted. A great interest was
awakened in subterranean Rome, and Father Bosio devoted about thirty
years of his life to the exploration of the catacombs. He opened the
way into some of the places which had been blocked up and closed for
centuries, and he made drawings and descriptions of some of the most
remarkable sculptures, paintings, monuments, and other things which
he found there. Several books have been published concerning the
catacombs, and anything like a full description of them would require
thousands of pages.

During some of the explorations many valuable articles were carried
away, until it was found that there was danger of the catacombs
being entirely despoiled. Pope Clement VIII. took the catacombs
under his especial protection, and forbade any one to enter or leave
them without permission, or take away any article whatever, under
penalty of excommunication. Since that time the catacombs have been
regarded with great veneration as being the hiding-place of the early
Christians, who adhered to their religious convictions through years
of the severest persecution.

[Sidenote: CHURCH OF THE CAPUCHINS.]

Every visitor to Rome makes, or is expected to make, a journey through
the catacombs. Very soon after my arrival in the Eternal City I
started to make this tour. Our party went first, as a preparation for
visiting the catacombs, to one of the churches (the Church of the
Capuchins), which is in charge of about twenty-four monks. Underneath
the church is the place where the monks after their death are buried.
The earth in which they are placed came originally from Jerusalem,
and the monks consider it a great honor to be planted there. This
number of monks—not the same ones, by any means—have been in charge
of the church for several centuries. Whenever any of them dies, he is
buried with a good deal of ceremony; and, in order to find a place for
him, the bones of one of his predecessors are dug up. The space is
sufficiently large for burying forty or fifty persons, so that when
one of the number has been placed under ground he is not likely to be
disturbed for ten or twenty years. His bones, when removed from the
earth, are placed with those of his predecessors. They are not piled
up in heaps, as one might naturally suppose, but are fastened to the
walls and ceilings of the little rooms that cover the cemetery.

Some of the walls are entirely covered with these bones. As you
look at the walls a little distance away, you would think they were
frescoed; but a near approach shows you that, instead of being fresco,
it is alto-relievo. For example, one wall will have in its centre a
skull, and around it will be a select assortment of the bones of the
forearm. Then sections of the back-bone, fragments of fingers, toes,
and all the bones familiar to the student of anatomy, will be arranged
in artistic order, so that the wall forms an interesting picture.
Sometimes the bones are arranged in the shape of wheels, and some of
them are formed into wheels and stars.

[Illustration: CATACOMBS OF ROME.—THE THREE BROTHERS.]

One of the peculiar things connected with the visit to this spot
is, that you are shown through the place by one of the monks, who
stands complacently by, calling your attention to the bones of his
predecessor, and regarding with calm satisfaction the prominent
positions which they occupy. He knows very well that one of these
days he will go into the earth which his lantern illuminates, and
a few years later his bones will form a part of the mural ornaments.
He contemplates death with satisfaction, as he knows he will be
buried in a conspicuous resting-place, where people can call upon and
admire him. The monk that guided us through the burial-ground was
enthusiastic rather than otherwise, and seemed to look forward with
delight to the time when he should form a part of an alto-relievo.

[Sidenote: IRREVERENT COMMENTS.]

An irreverent member of our party proposed asking the monk if he
did not think there would be a good deal of confusion at the day of
judgment, when Gabriel’s trumpet sounds, and the bones undertake to
sort themselves out and get together. He suggested that the arms, and
legs, and fingers, and toes, and back-bone joints would be a good
deal mixed up, and that fragments of a dozen monks might be collected
together and present themselves as one individual. He said the head of
Brother Ignatius, the body of Brother Francis, and the arm of Brother
Peter might be mixed up with the legs of Brother Simon, and an arm,
or leg, or a rib of somebody else. We reproved him soundly for his
levity, and told him he had better go.

Some of the catacombs are entered beneath the churches, while others
are entered in the open ground. The first one we went to after leaving
the church was at the right of the Appian Way, a little distance
outside the city. There was a party inside when we reached there,
and the guide who took us in charge said that the rules forbade two
parties going down at the same time, and that we could not descend
until the other returned; so we loitered around for a little time,
until our predecessors came out. We found ourselves in the middle of a
field, part of it cultivated and part of it in rich, luxuriant grass.
To all external appearances the ground beneath was perfectly solid,
and we almost began to think we had come to the wrong place.

The guide preceded us to a little hollow or excavation, down which
there was a flight of steps. We stood around this until we saw some
heads emerge from the ground two or three hundred yards away; then
the guide descended the steps, and we followed him. He unlocked a door
and allowed us to enter; then he locked the door after us, and we
found ourselves standing in a place where there was very little light,
and it was evident that we must have candles before proceeding farther.

[Sidenote: ENTERING THE CATACOMBS.]

He produced the candles, and each of us produced a franc. Another
carriage-load had joined us, so that our party consisted of seven or
eight persons. The harvest for the guide was a very good one, and
certainly allowed him no occasion to complain. When we had lighted our
candles he told us to follow him, and we descended another flight of
steps, and then struck off through a narrow gallery about six or seven
feet high—narrow in some places, and in others enlarged to a width of
ten or twenty feet.

As we went along, the guide explained to us the character of the
place, its mode of construction, and the uses to which it had been
put. He explained that the catacombs were originally quarries; that
we were then in the second gallery from the surface, and that there
were three similar galleries below us. He could take us through all of
them if we wished to go, but the journey would be rather monotonous,
as the objects to be seen in all were very much alike. This mode
of working in galleries one above the other is not peculiar to the
Roman catacombs, though it is more noticeable there than in any
other locality. Imagine a hotel, half a mile square and five stories
high, placed under ground, and you can form a very good idea of the
arrangement of this catacomb.

[Sidenote: FOLLOWING THE GUIDE.]

All along the galleries there are little niches, called _loculi_,
cut in the sides one above the other, just large enough to contain
a single body. From nearly all these _loculi_ the skeletons have
been removed, but there is now and then a skeleton or so visible,
and adding interest to the place. It is said that millions of bodies
were buried in these catacombs during the time they were used for
cemeteries. Those that have not been explored are still full of
skeletons, and would furnish relics enough to equip several thousand
new churches. Here and there the guide pointed out small rooms or
chambers in the tufa, where some of the Christians lived. There are
inscriptions of a religious character scratched upon the walls of
many of them, some being legible, while others are only partly so.
Beneath many of the _loculi_ there are inscriptions showing who are
resting there, and at the entrance to one of the chambers, in which a
dozen skeletons are leading a very quiet life, there is an elaborate
door-plate set in mosaic.

The places where some of those who have since been canonized dwelt in
their lifetime and were buried after death, were pointed out. Some
of them were quite interesting, and several were ornamented with
considerable care. Sometimes there were mosaics and marble monuments
of considerable size; and at one spot a life-sized statue cut from
the tufa rock, and evincing considerable skill on the part of its
designer, was shown to us.

We followed our guide in single file. Some of our party were rather
inattentive to his directions. Among them was a pair of lovers, who
seemed much more interested in saying sweet things to each other than
in looking at the curiosities of the place. Several times they lagged
behind, and the rest of us were obliged to halt and wait for them to
come up. Their dilatoriness caused the rest of the party at times to
become separated, and as they showed a disposition to wander off in
the side-galleries and corridors, we were apprehensive of losing some
of them. Sure enough, when we reached our journey’s end one of our
number was missing.

[Sidenote: A PAIR OF LOST LOVERS.]

Our guide left us and went back, and he was gone ten or fifteen
minutes before he found the missing individual. When he brought
him forward and we were united, the latter said that he thought we
turned a certain corner while he was examining the grave and bones of
an early Christian. He followed and could hear our voices, but was
surprised to find that, in following us, he seemed to get no nearer.
He thought a minute or two, and then concluded that he was lost. He
said his hair began to stand on end, and he was considerably relieved
when he heard the voice of our guide shouting to him, and answered.
The guide had some difficulty in finding him, as he had turned into a
side-gallery and thence into another gallery; and had he gone a little
farther, it might have taken some time to trace him out. I am entirely
convinced that the next time he visits a catacomb he will take good
care to keep within hearing distance, and seeing distance too, of the
guide.

The guide told us that it was not unusual for people to be lost
there, and he said that whenever they took a large party inside the
catacombs they always counted them carefully both on entering and
departing. “People,” he said, “will stop and look at things while the
rest of the party is moving on; and if we have a large number, they
are quite likely to get lost. The galleries run in all directions,
and in some places there are holes from a gallery to the one above or
below. Unless a person is careful, and is aware of their locality, he
may fall down one of these holes, and be severely injured, or perhaps
killed.” After he had told us of the danger of getting lost, he said,—

“I once took two Americans into one of the catacombs, along with a
party of a dozen or more. They had been drinking somewhat, and were
not very sober. We had quite a long journey through the galleries,
as it was late in the day, and I knew that no other party would be
allowed to enter. We spent some time in the place, and then we went
out, and I was so busy talking when we came out that I forgot to count
the party. I locked the door and went home, supposing all was right.

“In two or three hours the driver of a carriage came to wake me,
and said he had been all that time trying to find me. I asked what
he wanted. He said he took two American gentlemen to go into the
catacombs, and they had gone there; they had not come back to the
carriage yet, and he was beginning to get alarmed about his pay. He
did not think they would run away and cheat him, but he could not tell
what had become of them.

“Just then I happened to think that I did not count the party when
they came out, and quite likely the crowd might have been two men
short; so I went and found the custodian of the place, and got
permission to go into the catacombs. The rules forbid us to go into
the catacombs between sunset and sunrise, unless we have a good
reason; and I thought my excuse was good enough at that time. I was
afraid that those Americans might be shut up there in the dark, as
their candles were not very long, and unless they burned them singly,
were not good for more than three hours.

“From the time I shut up the place until I got there again and
unlocked the place, it was nearly five hours. The Americans are a
strange people, as I found when I went down there.

“I expected to find these men, if I found them at all, half dead with
fright, and wandering about or trembling in the darkness; but they
were nothing of the sort. When I got down into the place and walked
along one of the galleries, I heard somebody singing. He would sing a
little while, and then he would whistle. I could hear a rattling of
bones and a sound as if somebody was dancing.

[Sidenote: DANCING WITH A SKELETON.]

“Well, gentlemen, as sure as I am a guide, when I came in sight of
those men they were in a place where the gallery widened out into a
sort of chamber, and there were some skeletons which had been tied
together with wires and thongs. The chamber was about ten feet square,
and these skeletons were in the niches in the side. Those fellows were
there. One of them was sitting on the edge of a niche, and making
music by singing or whistling. He kept time with a couple of leg-bones
which he had in his hands. The other was hugging a skeleton as if it
had been a queen of the ballet. I stood still five or ten minutes to
see what they would do.

“When the fellow that was waltzing got tired, he seated his skeleton
in the corner, bowed to it as if it had been a young lady, patted it
on the cheek, and sat down. Then the other one got up and picked up
the same skeleton; the one who had just been dancing made the music,
and the scene was repeated.

“I shouted to them; they looked a little surprised, and answered me.

[Sidenote: MAKING A NIGHT OF IT.]

“They said their candles were nearly out. As soon as they found that
they were lost they concluded they must stay there all night; so
they stopped right where they were, entered the chamber, and made
themselves as comfortable as possible. The accommodations were not
very good, but one of them said, ‘Now that we are in for the night, I
guess we will stay it out.’

“They gave me some money, sent me out for a couple of bottles of wine
and something to eat, and told me to come again in the morning. They
sent money enough to pay the driver. I bought a dozen candles, took
them their overcoats from the carriage, so that they could use them in
case they wanted to lie down on the ground, and they had a merry time
of it all night.

“They promised not to disturb anything, and I knew they were
gentlemen, and would keep their word. They did not sleep any, but kept
carousing all night. They were ready to come out when I went there
in the morning; and though they said they had plenty of fun, I don’t
believe they would care to stay over night in the catacombs again.”

In some of the catacombs many persons of distinction have been buried.
The place where the Christian martyrs were concealed has been regarded
with such veneration that a great many people have considered it
a high honor to be buried there. Sometimes people who had died in
France, Spain, and other distant countries, were brought to Rome
to find a sepulchre in the catacombs; and sometimes their funeral
ceremonies were conducted with great pomp. Among the noted men buried
in the catacombs were the Popes Leo I., Gregory the Great, Gregory II.
and III., Leo IX.; also the Emperors Honorius, Valentinian, and Otho
II. In most of the places now opened to visitors there are no graves
of persons of distinction, though there are several of the second and
third class.

[Illustration: VAULTED CHAPEL IN THE CATACOMBS.]

[Illustration: LOST IN THE CATACOMBS.]

[Sidenote: INTO DAYLIGHT AGAIN.]

The place where we emerged from the catacombs was some distance from
where we descended into the earth. It was in the same field, and
through an excavation which promised as little as the one by which we
descended. The light of the Roman sun seemed much brighter than when
we left it, and it was some minutes before our eyes were accustomed to
its dazzling rays.




LIX.

THE PARISIAN RAG-PICKERS.

     THEIR NUMBER AND EQUIPMENT.—THEIR KEEN-SIGHTEDNESS AND
     SKILL.—THE PLEASURE OF THE BOTTLE.—SEEKING COMFORT UNDER
     DIFFICULTIES.—UNWHOLESOME MAGAZINES.—WHERE AND HOW THE
     CHIFFONNIERS LIVE.—DISMAL AND NOISOME ABODES.—A SOUP
     LOTTERY.—QUAINT SCENES IN CHEAP BOOK-SHOPS.—TASTING ROAST CAT AND
     STEWED PUPPY.—ROMANCE IN DIRT-HEAPS.—A HIDEOUS HAG ONCE A FAMOUS
     BEAUTY.—PENITENCE AND REFORMATION THROUGH FIRE.


Everybody who has been in Paris—and who has not?—remembers the
rag-pickers, or chiffonniers, as they are styled, who frequent the
streets after nightfall, searching the city through for the means of
subsistence. One sees them so much, and in every quarter of the French
capital, that he imagines there must be several thousand of them. The
entire number, however, does not exceed six hundred, one half of whom
are women and children. Though rag-pickers in name, they are something
more in fact, since they gather up every article of the most trifling
value—old corks, fragments of bone or glass, coal or wood, scraps of
paper, ends of cigars, and all sorts of rubbish that can be sold for
the fraction of a sou.

Everything is organized and licensed in Paris, the chiffonniers not
excepted. After once entering on their calling, they usually remain in
it for life. Many of them begin as children in their ninth or tenth
year, and continue, while their limbs will bear them about, and their
eyesight is good enough to detect the objects of their quest. They
are usually so soiled and begrimed that it is hard to distinguish the
young from the old, unless they be small children, and even these have
the look of premature age.

[Sidenote: ROUTES OF CHIFFONNIERS.]

They set out on their rounds between nine and ten o’clock in the
evening, with a large willow basket strapped to their back, carrying
in one hand a stick about a yard long, terminating in a hook, and in
the other hand a lantern fastened to a piece of wire, so that they can
swing it over the ground, and discover if there be anything they want.
They pay particular attention to the little heaps of rubbish, made by
the citizens before their doors, from the miscellaneous refuse of the
household. After these have been raked by the rag-pickers, they are
carried away by the scavengers’ carts. The pickers-up of unconsidered
trifles never waste any time or space. They understand the exact
distance from one point to another, always moving in straight lines,
and taking in everything at a glance. Their vision is like that of
hawks. They very rarely miss anything, or confound one object with
another. They know bone from wood, and coal from glass, though it be
half buried in the mire, and transfer every desirable fragment to
their basket by means of their hooks with unerring accuracy, and by a
single curve movement. It is astonishing how quickly and thoroughly
they can hunt through one of the little dirt-piles. After quitting
it, it is as valueless as the notes of a western wildcat bank, or a
second-hand tombstone.

They never encroach upon each other’s domain, for they have
their particular districts marked out, and generally visit them
unaccompanied, darting about in silence, without the least
indirectness, dawdling, or delay. They are certainly among the most
industrious and indefatigable of laborers, if not the tidiest and
most fastidious. They go forth in all sorts of weather, night after
night, month after month, and year after year; patient, plodding,
never discouraged while there is the slightest chance of finding a bit
of leather or scrap of paper in the entire capital. So dexterous are
they by long practice in the use of their hook, that they very seldom
employ their fingers.

The night-wandering gypsies have the highest expectations from the
gutters, where they are often delighted by securing a prize that
yields them a whole centime,—one fifth of a cent,—and when they
discover what will sell for a sou, they deem themselves blessed.
There, cigar stumps, remnants of shoes, and broken bottles, are
sometimes found, and are enough to cheer the heart of the rag-picker
for weeks after fortune has ceased to smile upon his nocturnal
gleaning. At long intervals a whole bottle dawns upon his vision, and
he is as much rejoiced as an American would be if he should stumble
upon a treasure of gold buried in his cellar.

[Sidenote: DELIGHTED WITH A BOTTLE.]

The pleasures of the bottle have a new interpretation with the
chiffonniers of Paris. The phrase has a literal, not a figurative
meaning with them, and I have heard them speak of finding half a dozen
bottles in one week, as Ponce de Leon might have spoken of discovering
the fountain of eternal youth.

I remember to have bound one of the guild to me in eternal gratitude
by presenting him with a few empty wine bottles, as he passed my
lodgings one stormy night. He regarded me as a gentleman of munificent
income; he went away, I am persuaded, with a semi-conviction that I
owned the Bank of France.

One would hardly think that the poor devils of the hook and basket
would attempt to have any comfort in this life. But they do; for they
are French, and must have dissipation and distraction, however humble
and homely it be. After midnight, they visit the cheap wine-shops,
where they can purchase as much wine as they want for two or three
sous. They smoke their pipes there, and have very pleasant chats,
manifesting a gayety in their rags and dirt that only a Gaul can
feel. They even get mildly tipsy sometimes, but usually start off
with their baskets before daylight, make another round, and then sell
their collection to the rag and refuse merchants who are their regular
customers. The contents of their baskets, holding some two bushels,
will bring from twenty cents to one dollar in our money, the average
rate being from forty to fifty cents.

The merchants have large magazines in the quarters frequented by the
chiffonniers, and employ scores of men and women to assort and arrange
their unwholesome purchases. The air of the magazines is vitiated
and poisoned by the exhalations from mouldy leather, greasy rags,
filthy bones, and repulsive rubbish generally. How those whose duty
it is to attend to this obnoxious business escape contagion is by no
means clear. It may be they are so defiled and encrusted with dirt
themselves, that they cannot receive any harm from what they handle,
though if they were neat in habit, or if their pores were open, they
could not fail to be made sick unto death by breathing such tainted
air. They are advanced in years, or infirm in body, having belonged,
most of them, to the rag-picking profession when they were younger,
and in sounder health. They prefer the more active, open-air duties,
but are forced by circumstances and their condition into this lower
grade of offensive industry. For twelve hours of labor a day, they are
paid about thirty cents, and on this, in some unaccountable way, they
contrive to keep their wretched bodies and souls together.

[Sidenote: HOMES OF THE RAG-PICKERS.]

I ceased to wonder how the rag-pickers lived when I discovered where
and under what surroundings they lived. Live indeed? Theirs is a
satire upon life. It does not deserve the name of subsistence, or
even vegetation, for subsistence and vegetation are at least natural
and salutary. Few strangers in Paris ever see such miserable quarters
as are the damp, dreary, and ill-ventilated cellars of the Quartier
Mouffetard, in the neighborhood of the old Barrière des Deux Moulins,
in which the chiffonniers reside. In those narrow and dismal streets,
reminding me of the streets in the old Spanish towns, the sunshine is
shut out, and the fresh breeze of heaven is unknown. In those vile
dens, the unfortunate toilers herd together, frequently sleeping ten
or twelve in a small apartment, regardless of age or sex, paying
three or four sous a night for their detestable lodgings. Some of
the aged and less impoverished couples pretend to keep house; but it
is after so sorry a fashion that their homes would be unwelcome to a
respectable beast.

The majority of the rag-pickers sleep where they can, and take their
meals in the dismal cook-shops, eating whatever is given them, and
asking no questions. Worthless dogs that have come to tragic ends
are there served up for beef, and cats, whose nocturnal serenade has
been suddenly brought to a close by the hurling of an unappreciative
brick, are placed upon a rude table and labelled as mutton. Customers
who work hard, and earn but three or four dollars a week, are not
fastidious. Whatever satisfies the cravings of hunger is pronounced
good, and where very little is charged, very little must be expected.

I busied myself one day in investigating the quarters of the
chiffonniers, because I always feel an interest in the human family in
its least favorable conditions; but what I saw did not induce me to
repeat the experiment.

[Sidenote: HASARD DE LA FOURCHETTE.]

One of the cook-shops that I entered had a very remarkable way of
feeding its patrons, combining the excitement of chance with practical
advantage. The proprietor of the place purchases from the restaurants
such scraps and fragments as are left upon the tables and in the
kitchen, puts them in a large pot full of water, and submits them to a
long boiling. The result, quite a savory soup, is placed on a table,
and anybody, by paying two sous, has the privilege of thrusting a long
iron fork into the kettle, and of eating whatever he can bring up from
the bottom. Sometimes the handler of the fork is rewarded with a very
tolerable piece of beef, mutton, chicken, goose-liver, or some genuine
delicacy that may have been ordered at a fashionable restaurant in the
Boulevards. Even if the fork come up without the hoped-for prize, the
adventurer is entitled to a plate of the soup, relished none the less
because the eater has had the boldness to risk his sous for something
more substantial. This culinary game is called the fortune of the fork
(_hasard de la fourchette_), and is much enjoyed by the chiffonniers.
I felt a curious interest in it myself, though I lacked the relish of
hunger, and consequently the personal sympathy properly belonging to
the entertainment.

The rag-pickers gathered about the table on which the large kettle
stood, watching with eager eyes the fellow who handled the fork, and
made a dash for the invisible morsel he so craved. When he brought up
nothing, he showed no disappointment, but laughed with the throng;
and when he was lucky enough to lift upon the tines what is called
in Paris a _bonne bouche_, they applauded him with hands and voice,
as if he had obtained a grand victory. The rude and dingy cook-shop,
with the soiled and tattered rag-pickers in the centre, and the burly
proprietor in the background, made a picture which Doré would have
been pleased to draw.

[Sidenote: WINNING A WAGER.]

The soup had an appetizing odor, and I could not doubt that what
appealed so much to one sense must be grateful to another. I told my
companion, a young New Yorker, that I thought of tasting it; whereupon
he offered to bet me the price of a dinner at the Café Anglais that
I durst not obey my thought. I called at once for a plate of the
_potage_, and really found it excellent, twenty times better than
much that I have eaten in first-class hotels at home. The effort of
my friend to thwart my humor by talking to me of broiled horse, roast
cat, boiled parrot, and stewed puppy, had no effect. I finished the
soup with satisfaction, and at the dinner which I had won expressed
my regret that the Julienne we had there was not so good as the
mysterious mixture in the Quartier Mouffetard.

[Sidenote: HONESTY OF CHIFFONNIERS.]

The chiffonniers are reputed to be extremely honest. As evidence of
this, they are very seldom arrested for any violation of law, and,
according to the French code, the finder of any article of value is
considered guilty of larceny unless he makes some effort to restore
the property. In a great and luxurious city like Paris, many such
articles must necessarily be lost, and they are very likely to fall
into the possession of the rag-pickers. The representatives of this
order are constantly discovering objects which they must feel a strong
temptation to keep. Still, they do not yield to the temptation, but
deposit what they find with the commissioner of police, who gives
a receipt, and takes the name and address of the finder. The thing
found is carried to the Prefecture, where it is held, with many other
articles, for twelve months; and if, during that time, no one claims
it, it is returned to the finder on the presentation of the receipt.
In no other city can you feel half so certain of regaining what you
have mislaid, or left, or dropped in some public place. I have known
of watches and pocket-books (with something in them, too) restored,
time and again. I have even recovered lost umbrellas, without the
least trouble, and have been handed small pieces of money which I had
left upon the tables of restaurants, several days after I had dined
there.

Every week a list of articles found and deposited at the Prefecture
of Police is published in the official journal, some of which, one
would imagine, could not be very readily lost. Among the articles the
most frequent are bank notes, porte-monnaies, watches, jewelry, rings
of keys, lorgnettes, canes, shawls, gloves, &c. But it is somewhat
singular to note, as I have noted, in the list, casks of wine, barrels
of brandy, sets of false teeth, wigs, baskets of newly-washed linen,
petticoats, hats, and even babies, who have been accidentally left in
omnibuses, railway cars, or the public parks, by absent-minded nurses
or self-absorbed mothers.

The great majority of the rag-pickers are, as would necessarily be
inferred, ignorant, and of the humblest origin. Some of them, however,
are persons of education, who have fallen from their natural position
through defect of their own, or adversity of circumstances.

I recollect a rag-picker—he must have been nearly fifty years of
age—who passed nightly along the Grands Boulevards, and who, when not
surveying the ground with his lantern, walked erect, and with military
precision. I was told that he had been well born, was of an old and
influential family, and had served with distinction in the army in
Algiers. Cashiered for some irregular conduct, his family disowned
him, and he began a course of dissipation, which soon left him without
friends, money, or self-respect. He came to this country in the hope
of being able to reform; but his habits of intemperance adhered to
him, and after numerous disreputable experiences, and after several
arrests on charges of stealing, he returned to Paris.

He could get no employment there of the kind he wanted, and after
trying divers methods of obtaining a livelihood, he settled down,
socially and mentally, into a rag-picker. Oddly enough, in this
position he became industrious and moderately abstemious. Two years
ago he was accounted one of the most energetic of his tribe, and often
earned, with his lantern and his rake, fifty or sixty francs a week,
which is much above the average. Having reached the lowest level, he
seemed quite satisfied; and they who had talked with him said he never
murmured at fortune, and very rarely referred to his antecedents. His
health and strength were so well preserved, that he had continued
in his grubbing occupation twelve or fifteen years longer than is
customary with his class. This appears to be one of the few instances
in which as men descend socially they rise morally.

[Sidenote: LA BELLE D’ENFER.]

Among the trilleuses,—the old women who arrange and assort the
contents of the chiffonniers’ baskets for the rag-merchants,—I recall,
just before the Franco-German war, one of the ugliest hags it has ever
been my fortune to see; and my observation of hags has been extensive,
varied, and profound. One of Rembrandt’s ancient females was youthful
and beautiful to her, who attracted me, somewhat after an inverted
fashion, by her positive hideousness. Seeing her one day in the Cité
Doré, I inquired of a gendarme respecting her. He expressed his
surprise that I did not recognize her, adding, “Everybody knows her.
She is called the Belle of the Bottomless Pit (_Belle d’Enfer_).” He
then gave me her history; and thus it ran:—

[Sidenote: A ROMANTIC STORY.]

She was nearly seventy; forty years before, had been one of the
handsomest and most courted of the lorettes of Paris. Everybody
admired her lovely face and exquisite figure. Her fame as a beauty had
extended to all the capitals of Europe. She had any number of wealthy
lovers, and not a few young noblemen of high rank in her train. She
lived like a queen. Her horses, and carriages, and toilets were the
envy of the most fashionable ladies; and when the name of Annette
Gariteau was mentioned, as it constantly was, eulogies on her charms
were upon every lip.

On retiring one night, her bed-curtains caught fire, and she was
dreadfully burned. Not a single trace of her beauty was left, but in
its stead a frightfully disfigured face, and a shrivelled and crippled
form. For some weeks it was thought she could not live; and when she
did recover, she was so disgusted with herself, she tried to commit
suicide by drowning, by poison, and by charcoal. They all failed,
and she then fancied it was the wish of Heaven she should atone for
her past errors by living until nature summoned her. Since then she
has been very pious, never neglecting her religious duties in the
smallest particular. She became a rag-picker because she considered
that the humblest of callings, and because she thought that in it she
would best serve her purpose of penitence, and render her reformation
clear as noonday in the eyes of all who had known her in her pride of
iniquity.

That was a queer story, and would hardly have been plausible, or
probable, except when told of a French woman. I heard it repeated
several times afterwards, and have no reason to doubt its correctness.
The tale made a deep impression on me; and now, whenever I see some
deformed and miserable creature, I try to forget her deformity and
misery by fancying that she may be another Annette Gariteau.




LX.

BRIGANDAGE AND PIRACY.

     RELATIONS OF THE STEAM ENGINE TO HONESTY.—PIRACY AND
     STEAMSHIPS.—HOW THE SLAVE TRADE WAS BROKEN UP.—STORIES OF
     BRIGANDS.—EXPLOITS OF SPANISH ROBBERS.—“ROAD AGENTS” IN
     CALIFORNIA.—AN ADVENTURE WITH HIGHWAYMEN.—AN ARMED STAGE
     COACH.—THE HAUNTS OF THE ROBBERS.—STORY OF A PLUNDERED
     PASSENGER.—“PUT UP YOUR HANDS.”—AN EXCITING INCIDENT.—BROAD-HORNS
     AND KEEL-BOATS.—MIKE FINK AND THE CLERGYMAN.—PIRACY ON THE
     MISSISSIPPI.—A FIGHT WITH RIVER PIRATES.—A CAPTAIN AND CREW
     MURDERED.—VISIT TO A ROBBERS’ CAVE.


The invention of the steam engine, while it has done a good deal for
honest labor and honest enterprise, has done just as much towards
breaking up dishonest enterprises and occupations. Before steamships
came into fashion, the broad ocean and its adjacent waters were in
many places the cruising grounds of pirates. They had sailing vessels
built very long and low, with large spars, and, in proportion to the
size of their hulk, with an immense spread of canvas. In a light
wind or a heavy breeze, they could outsail the deeply and richly
laden merchant ships, whose breadth of beam was great in proportion
to their length, in order that they might carry heavy cargoes. These
pirate vessels either sailed on the open ocean, in the track of
merchant ships, or were concealed along the coast, whence they could
dart out, and, after securing their prey, could sail back to their
safe retreats. It was impossible to avoid them, impossible to escape
them in a fair race, and, from the great number of men they carried,
generally impossible to contend against them. Ships of war, like
merchant ships, depended upon the wind for their propulsion, and were
rarely able to sail as rapidly as the pirate craft. The invention of
the steam engine was followed by the construction of the steamship;
and when the steamship was armed with guns, she could run down and
destroy these pirate cruisers.

[Sidenote: ONE EFFECT OF STEAM.]

Piracy in the West Indies and other regions, as well as on the open
sea, came to an end when steamers were brought into general use as
ships of war. At the present day, piracy prevails only in those
portions of the far east where the steamer is in comparatively little
use.

The slave trade received its death blow within the past twenty years,
when England and the United States, with other nations interested in
its suppression, substituted war steamers for sailing ships along the
coast of Africa. From the ports of the west coast of Africa, where
the slave ships were laden, it was comparatively easy to escape under
cover of a dark night; and, once fairly at sea, the slavers could bid
defiance to their pursuers. With the wind, all had the same chance,
and the slavers were generally so constructed and equipped as to be
able to outsail their pursuers; but it became otherwise when the
latter availed themselves of steam.

On land, in past times, brigandage flourished, and was profitable
until the railway came into general use. A stage coach or a carriage
with a private traveller, on a lonely road, might be robbed with
comparative ease; but when the stage coach or the private carriage was
exchanged for the railway train, robbery was not so easy. Enterprising
brigands in Spain and other countries occasionally try their hands at
robbing railway trains, but such exploits are rare. Safety in every
way, whether against accidents or human malice, is rendered much
greater by the use of steam. At the present day the countries most
affected with brigandage are those where railways are comparatively
scarce. Until within the past few years, California had no railway
lines, and she was the most profitable field in all the United States
for the exploits of robbers. Californians facetiously call highwaymen
“road agents,” and I have heard sometimes that the Californians are
proud of their existence.

[Sidenote: AN ADVENTURE IN CALIFORNIA.]

I remember some years ago taking a stage coach in the Golden State
over a route infested with robbers. I had heard vague rumors of
exciting scenes along the road, and we had no great objection to a
small encounter with these artists of the revolver. As we started from
the station near the infested region, the agents of the stage company
furnished every man with a rifle, and told us to keep a sharp lookout
for the road agents. About half of us were accustomed to fire-arms,
but the other half evidently knew as much about the handling of a
rifle as a horse knows about geometrical surveying. I was fearful at
starting that, if we came to a fight, the accidents among us by the
careless handling of our rifles would have caused more mortality and
inflicted more wounds than the fire-arms of the robbers.

There were several points on the road where the robbers were looked
for, and when we approached one of them, the driver would call our
attention to the fact. Then everybody would move about in his seat,
and straighten himself like a rooster ready for crowing; and some of
the more timid ones would start as though they had suddenly dropped
upon a chestnut bur. Our rifles were held in all sorts of ways, and
with the barrels sticking out in different directions, the coach bore
a faint resemblance to an enormous porcupine. Each of the dangerous
places we passed without accident, and at the next station we left our
rifles, and were thankful that the great peril was over.

I afterwards learned that the robbers had fully determined to attack
us that day, but one of the party had gone on a drunk, and deranged
their plan. Before that time I had regretted the habit of intemperance
among the Californians, but when I heard of this occurrence, I was
thankful that the principles of Father Mathew did not prevail among
them. With all due regard to John B. Gough and the cause he has
advocated, I have no objection to every robber in the world getting
blind drunk every morning, and remaining so for forty-eight hours at
least.

Robberies on that route were of quite frequent occurrence. Since
that time the railway has taken the place of the stage line, and
the robbers are heard of no more,—all honor to James Watt and George
Stephenson!

One of my fellow-passengers of that day had been over the route many
times, and had been engaged in several fights. He entertained us with
pleasing accounts—that is to say, the accounts were very interesting,
but just at that time they were not calculated to be cheering.

[Sidenote: STORY OF A TRAVELLER.]

“About a month ago,” said he, “I was riding along this very road, and
in this very coach, and just about this place; it may be half a mile
or so ahead from here.” Here a dyspeptic individual at the corner of
the coach gave a groan, and muttered something which sounded like a
wish that he was at home.

“It was just about daylight, when all at once the horses stopped.”
Here the coach came to a sudden halt, and every one of us fully
expected that the robbers had taken our horses by the bridles; but the
voice of the driver reassured us, as he said he had stopped to hitch
up a trace.

“When they stopped the coach,” continued the traveller, “I was just
rubbing my eyes, and wondering how much longer it would take us to get
through. All at once, I heard some one yell out to the driver, ‘Sit
still there, and hold up your hands!’ And just about that time, an
ugly-looking revolver came through the curtains of the coach, and a
fellow with a mask on stuck his head partly through. ‘Now, gentlemen,’
said this robber, ‘just step out here on the ground, and don’t go
putting your hands around your pockets. If you do, you will get shot.’
His manners were so fascinating that we could not resist. It was not
very light, but as he held that pistol under my nose, I could almost
swear that I could look down to the bottom of the barrel, and see the
bullet resting there. We stepped out, one by one, and as we did so,
there were two other fellows with masks on waiting to receive us.

[Sidenote: “PUT UP YOUR HANDS.”]

“‘Put up your hands,’ said the first robber to each of us, as we
stepped out of the coach. ‘Put up your hands, or you will get a bullet
through you!’

“I would rather put up my hands at any time without having a bullet
through me, and I put them up at once. They stood us up in a row,
with each fellow sticking his hands up in the air, like a class of
school-boys ready to answer questions. Then, when they got us all out,
two of them stood guard, and a third went through us. He went through
us first for our pistols, and took every one, and laid them in a pile
on the ground, right between the two robbers, and in such a way that
we could not get at them without being shot.

“They then went through us for watches and money, and they made a very
good haul. I did not have much—only just enough for my expenses; and
when I told them so, and they saw it, they told me I had better keep
it.

“There was one passenger, though, who had twelve hundred dollars in
coin. They took the whole lot, but generously gave him twenty dollars
to pay his expenses. ‘Nothing mean about us,’ said one of the robbers,
as he handed back the twenty-dollar gold piece. ‘We don’t want to be
rough with any of you, but we must make our living.’

“When they had cleaned us out, they let us go back into the stage.
They told us to keep still, or the first man that moved would get his
head shot off. One of the fellows stood by the door of the coach, to
see that we obeyed orders. He was not going to have any fluking.

“Then they made the driver and express messenger hand down the express
box. The box was heavy, as it had a considerable amount of money in
it. The messenger was reluctant to give up the money, but they finally
persuaded him to do so, by cocking a pistol so as he could hear it,
and putting the muzzle of it into his ear. The driver was obliged to
sit still, with his reins down and his hands up. The whole operation
did not take ten minutes, and when we were through, and ready to
start, we were a comical picture. All of us inside were holding up our
hands; the messenger had his hands up in the air, and the driver was
holding one hand in the air, and taking the reins in the other from
one of the robbers. The fellows stood there, with their pistols ready
to shoot, and told us to go ahead; and you bet we did go ahead.”

[Sidenote: EARLY NAVIGATION OF THE MISSISSIPPI.]

In the early days of navigation on the Mississippi and its
tributaries, before the construction of steamboats, there was a great
deal of piracy. Before the steamboat was invented, the navigation of
the great river was conducted with rafts and keel-boats. The raft was
built on the upper waters, freighted with produce, and floated down to
New Orleans, where both the raft and its cargo were sold. It floated
with the current. It would descend, but it could not be made to
ascend. The keel-boat was of better construction, and after floating
down the river with its cargo, it was loaded to ascend it.

A long time was required for this upward voyage. The current of the
Mississippi is very strong, running in many places four or five miles
an hour. Sails are of very little use, as the river is crooked, and
the wind is rarely strong. The keel-boats were propelled in two
ways—first, by “setting-poles;” and, secondly, by “cordelling.” In
propulsion by means of setting-poles, long poles are used, and set or
fixed temporarily in the bed of the river. There is a plank on which
men can walk along the edge of the boat. The man with his setting-pole
goes to the bow of the boat, fixes the pole, and then walks slowly
aft. In this way the boat is moved under his feet, and propelled up
stream.

Cordelling is a system of towing. The men walk along the banks of the
river, and tow the boat by main strength against the stream.

The advantages of steam over this old process of propulsion may
be well illustrated upon the Ohio River, between Cincinnati and
Louisville. The distance is about one hundred and fifty miles. In
1794 keel-boats made regular trips between the two cities, carrying
freight and passengers. For the round trip they required four weeks. A
steamboat now leaves Cincinnati at noon, and lands its passengers in
Louisville the next morning. By noon she is ready to return again, and
makes the round trip, with plenty of time in port, every two days.

The boatmen of the Mississippi in the olden time were a peculiar
class. Rough, hardy, uncouth fellows they were; ready at any time for
an adventure, generally delighting in a fight, and able to perform a
great deal of hard work. They were prompt at fairs, races, and all
other assemblages along the river banks; and when they landed in
a town, and concluded to clean it out, they generally did so. The
inhabitants being powerless, the boatmen had it all their own way.

The West is full of stories about these boatmen and their peculiar
lives. One of the most famous of the class was Mike Fink, whose
history has been made the theme of a popular story. A story is told of
a clergyman from the east travelling down the Ohio River, some years
ago, who was anxious to learn something about Mike Fink. Somebody told
him that the pilot of the boat on which he was travelling had been
acquainted with Mike. The clergyman approached him, and said,—

[Sidenote: MIKE FINK AND THE CLERGYMAN.]

“Do you know anything about Mike Fink?”

“Yes,” said the pilot; “knew him like a brother.”

“Can you tell me some peculiar incident of his life?” asked the
clergyman.

“Well, I don’t know,” replied the pilot, hesitatingly. “Yes, I can. He
ate a buffalo robe once.”

“Ate a buffalo robe!” said the clergyman, astonished.

“Certainly, a buffalo robe, with the hair on,” replied the pilot.

“Well, what did he do that for?”

“Why, you see,” said the pilot, resting a moment, to shift his quid
of tobacco, “you see, Mike drank so much whiskey that he destroyed
the coating of his stomach, and the doctor told him that before he
could get well, he would need a new coat for it. Mike thought the
thing over, and said, when he had a new coat for his stomach, he
would have one that would stand the whiskey; and he made up his mind
that a buffalo robe with the hair on it was just the thing, and so
he sat down, and swallowed it. He could drink any amount of whiskey
after that, and never so much as wink. Fact, now, as true as you are
standing here.”

The clergyman turned away, satisfied.

Besides such adventures as fighting with each other, and with the
inhabitants along the river, these men had conflicts with robbers.
There were many gangs of robbers living along the Ohio and Mississippi
Rivers, and they had places of resort known only to themselves.
Some of the limestone cliffs abound in caves, and here the robbers
generally had their concealment. They watched for the boats ascending
and descending the river, sometimes fired upon them from the bank,
and sometimes came out in skiffs to capture them. Many a boat, while
quietly anchored for the night, has thus been attacked, and its crew
murdered, and thrown into the river. The boat would then be drawn to
the spot most convenient for the robbers, plundered of its contents,
and set on fire; or it might be manned by a portion of the gang, taken
to New Orleans, and sold.

Such an occurrence was not unfrequent, as a rapid passage down the
river would enable them to sell the boat, and return again to their
place of concealment, before the officers of the law could go in
pursuit.

[Sidenote: THE DAYS OF THE FLAT-BOATMEN.]

There are many interesting stories in the robber history of the great
valley. One was told to me, some years ago, by an old steamboat-man,
who had worked in his younger days on board of keel-boats and
“broad-horns,” as the flat-boats were generally termed, and are now to
the present day. I give the story, as nearly as I can remember it, in
his own words.

“There used to be a famous place for robbers on the lower part of the
Ohio, down below Paducah. Many a boat has been captured there, and
the men on board of it were never heard of afterwards. They were a
desperate lot of fellows. These robbers did not mind killing a man
any more than you would mind killing a rat. I shipped on board a
broad-horn once, from Louisville, going to New Orleans. We had a load
of pork and corn, and the captain of the broad-horn owned about half
the boat and her cargo. We got along very well without any trouble
until we got down to the place where these robbers were, and just
there we ran on a sand-bar. It was a ticklish place. There we were
stuck; the river was falling, and if it left us on the bar, we would
have to stay there until the next rise—that is, if we did not die in
the mean time. We worked away all the afternoon, and all night, but to
no purpose. One after another, we had dropped off, and gone to sleep.

[Sidenote: FIGHT WITH RIVER PIRATES.]

“We were about a quarter of a mile from the shore, but the current was
not very strong. Towards morning, when I was on watch, I heard some
men on shore. A little while afterwards, I heard the sound of oars,
and saw a boat coming out of a little creek just above us. By the
sound of their oars I knew that the boat was coming towards us, and
I waked everybody. The captain got out his own rifle and every rifle
and pistol that was in the float, and prepared to make fight. When the
boat got within fifty or sixty yards, and we could just see it through
the mist, our captain yelled out to them to stop.

“‘Want to come aboard,’ said a voice from the boat. ‘We want to
buy some pork and corn. We are camped here, and have got short of
provisions.’

“‘Haven’t anything,’ said the captain; ‘not a thing. We have not a
pound of pork or corn on board.’

“‘What have you, then?’ came from the boat.

“‘We are taking a load of stone down to New Orleans, to
sell—limestone, first-rate limestone; you don’t want any of it.’

“The boat kept coming on, and somebody in it said, ‘Come to think of
it, now, we do want some limestone, and we will come and see how it
looks.’

“The captain saw that we were in for a fight, as the fellows were
determined to rob us. He brought his rifle up to his shoulder, but
before he fired, he said once more,—

“‘Now, I tell you, STOP!’

“The boat did not stop, but kept straight in our direction. The
current swung it a little down stream, or they would have been on
board of us before we could have done much against them; but luckily
their stern swung around, and they had to turn a little against the
current. The captain fired, and brought down one of the fellows in the
boat. There were six or eight of them, and only five of us. I had a
rifle, and I fired, and brought down another.

“The captain’s man fell into the bottom of the boat, but the one
I shot threw up his hands, and tumbled backward, so that he went
overboard. They began firing, but did not hit any of us—except one
ball, which clipped a corner of the captain’s ear.

“By this time they appeared to have had enough of it, and, besides,
our shooting deranged their rowing. We were reloading, and before they
could get up to the boat, we would have another round of shots for
them. They turned down stream, and that was the last we saw of them.

“In the morning we carried a line ashore, and tied it to a tree; and
with this line we managed to pull ourselves off. It was tough work,
that, and it was noon before we got away. We floated on down the
river, and got to New Orleans all right. We sold out our load, and
came home.

[Illustration: PIRATES OF THE MISSISSIPPI.]

[Sidenote: ANOTHER BATTLE.]

“The next year I went down again with the same captain, on another
broad-horn. When we got to this place where we had been aground,
we gave the sand-bar a wide berth, and avoided it; but we had
another fight with the robbers one night, when we were anchored.
They came upon us suddenly, when all but two of us were asleep.
They got possession of the boat. They killed the captain, and sent
me overboard. What they did with the other men I never knew, but I
suppose they killed them.

“The whole fight did not last three minutes, from the time they first
sprang aboard until I was in the river, and floating away on the
water. I must have gone down the stream three or four miles, keeping
my head above water; and at last I came to the shore, right under a
rocky cliff.

“I climbed up, and squeezed the water out of my clothes. By this time
it was morning. I looked around, and saw, a little way off, a curious
looking hole in the rock, and something like a path leading up to it.
I went up this path and into the rock.

“A fire was burning close by the entrance, and I thought somebody
must live there. It never occurred to me that the place might be a
robbers’ cave. I shouted, and nobody came out. Then I picked up a
brand out of the fire, and waved it until it blazed, so as to light me
into the rock.

[Sidenote: IN A ROBBERS’ CAVE.]

“After going about twenty feet along a narrow passage, I found myself
in a sort of room, thirty or forty feet square. It looked partly
natural and partly as if it had been dug out of a rock. There were
piles of stuff where the men slept, and there were goods of various
sorts lying around; but nobody was there. There was a bag of silver
dollars which my eye happened to rest upon, and I picked it up. I then
thought that I had got into the cave of the robbers, and that it was
the same crew that was in the boat. I went out of that place quick,
and it was well I did so.

“When I got outside, I could see the boat coming, not half a mile
away, and those fellows on board. If I had staid fifteen minutes more,
they would have caught me.

“There was no way of escaping up the face of the cliff without their
seeing me, so I crawled down to the water, and slipped in again. I
could swim well, and thought the best thing to do would be to float
down the river a few miles farther, and then get ashore wherever I saw
a house or a boat.

“I tried to keep the dollars, but they were too heavy—they weighted
me down, and I very soon dropped them, consoling myself with the
recollection that the robbers never would get them again. I floated
half a dozen miles down the stream, saw a house, and went ashore. Next
day a flat-boat came along with one hand short, and I shipped on her
to New Orleans. After that I had two or three fights with the river
pirates, but they never bothered me much.”




LXI.

BURIED TREASURES.

     CAPTAIN KIDD.—HIS HISTORY.—HOW HE MADE HIS FORTUNE.—HIS MELANCHOLY
     FATE.—JOINT STOCK IN THE ADVENTURE GALLEY.—SEARCHING FOR
     TREASURES.—STORIES OF THE SEA-COAST.—TRADITIONS.—ADVENTURES OF
     A TREASURE-HUNTER.—BILL SANBORN, AND WHAT HE DID.—JIM FOLLETT’S
     DOG.—A PRACTICAL JOKER.—A MESSAGE FROM THE SANDS OF THE SEA.—BILL
     SANBORN’S DREAM.—FINDING THE CHEST.—A SUPERNATURAL VISITOR.


A nautical ballad, with which many persons are familiar, narrates
the adventures of the celebrated Captain Kidd. It is composed in the
autobiographical form, and its first line runs as follows:—

  “My name was Robert Kidd, as I sailed, as I sailed.”

[Sidenote: THE STORY OF CAPTAIN KIDD.]

Evidently the distinguished pirate travelled, like many other robbers,
under an alias; and it is interesting to know that his name was Robert
Kidd _as he sailed_, for he certainly was not Robert, but William,
Kidd when on shore and away from his marine wanderings. It is to be
noted that he draws particular attention to his alias, by repeating
the words _as I sailed_; obviously wishing to state his case plainly,
and guard against any imputation that he called himself _Robert_ when
on shore, or when his ship was at anchor or becalmed. It must have
been very inconvenient for the man of tender conscience to change
his name from William to Robert whenever his ship was in motion, and
from Robert to William again when from any cause she stopped. It
made things lively for him if he ever got into one of those peculiar
squalls of the Mozambique Channel, where for two or three days you
have a puff of wind one minute and a dead calm the next, so that your
sails are alternately filling and flapping, and flapping and filling,
about as fast as you can count. But, throwing speculation aside, it
is sufficient to say that William Kidd was born about the middle of
the seventeenth century, and followed the seas from his youth. About
1695 he was known as one of the boldest ship-masters sailing out of
New York, and he became so famous that he attracted the favorable
attention of the colonial government.

About the close of the century in which our hero was born, the
depredations of pirates upon British commerce were so extensive that
it was determined to send out privateers to attack the freebooters.
The owners of these privateers were reimbursed for their outlay by
the sale of the goods and ships captured from the pirates, and they
calculated that they could make a great deal of money, provided
they had a fair catch. One company, in which several noblemen
were shareholders, asked the governor of New York to recommend a
suitable person to command a privateer; and in consequence of his
recommendation, Kidd received a commission, signed by the king, and
addressed to “the trusty and well-beloved Captain Kidd, commander of
the ship Adventure Galley.”

The vessel thus put in charge of the enterprising William (not Robert)
carried thirty guns, was a fast sailer, and had a plentiful supply
of provisions, and a crew of about one hundred men. She sailed from
Plymouth, England, in April, 1696, and cruised off the American coast
for several months. She occasionally entered New York and Boston,
where the crew was recruited until it included more than a hundred and
fifty men. With this increased force Kidd finally sailed for the East
Indies and the east coast of Africa. While on the voyage, he concluded
that it would be much more profitable to turn pirate—at least so the
story goes; and finding that his crew were not averse to the project,
he became a freebooter of the most enterprising character. He captured
many ships, and after filling the Adventure Galley with gold and
diamonds, and all that kind of portable property, he returned, in
1698, to New York. According to tradition, he buried a large part of
his treasure on various parts of Long Island, Staten Island, and the
banks of the Hudson River, and then boldly sailed into Boston harbor,
under the impression that his royal commission would save him from
any charge of piracy. But, unluckily for him, the Earl of Bellamont,
governor of Massachusetts and New York, was a stockholder in the
Adventure Galley, and was disappointed at the failure to declare a
dividend. He had heard of Kidd’s indiscretions, and this knowledge,
added to the chagrin naturally attending the failure of the enterprise
as a financial speculation, caused him to arrest the gallant captain,
and send him to London for trial.

[Sidenote: HE MURDERED WILLIAM MOORE.]

At this day there are many persons who believe Kidd was innocent
of the charge of piracy, and they unhesitatingly say that he did
nothing more than carry out his orders. On his trial, which was most
unfairly conducted, the charge of piracy was abandoned, as it was
found impossible to prove it, and he was arraigned for killing one of
his crew,—William Moore,—in consequence of the mutinous conduct of
the latter. It was shown on the trial that Moore addressed insulting
language to his commander, and was knocked down by Kidd. The blow
which was delivered with a bucket, proved fatal, and the decision of
the court was against the prisoner, on the ground that a bucket was
not a proper weapon with which the commander of a ship should enforce
discipline. Had he prodded him with a sword, or perforated him with a
pistol, he might have been acquitted; but this assault with a bucket
was too much. Times have changed since then. At the present day we
have the spectacle of the successful defence of murderers, on the
ground that the weapons they used were not murderous. I may instance
the case of Foster, a conductor on a street railway in New York, who
killed Mr. Putnam with a “car-hook.” One of the strongest points made
in his favor was, that a car-hook is not a murderous weapon. Had Kidd
been tried in New York subsequent to 1870, he would have escaped the
notoriety he obtained.

There was an interesting performance at Execution Dock, in London, on
the 24th day of May, 1701. William Kidd and the executioner performed
a duet, which resulted in the death of the former, after an acrobatic
exercise of some fifteen or twenty minutes at the end of a rope. As a
warning to the rising generation, and for the amusement of the elders,
the ruins of the ex-pirate were left in chains at the end of a gibbet,
where they swung in the wind for several years. Pious fathers used to
take their sons to look at the pleasing spectacle, and counsel them
never to turn pirate, and come to such a rope’s end as befell the
once well-beloved Kidd. Evidently the warning was effectual, as none
of the London youths of that period were able to secure the command
of an Adventure Galley, and sail to the Indian Seas. The suppression
of piracy as a joint stock operation became unpopular, as it was not
found to be profitable.

[Sidenote: AS HE SAILED.]

Many of the incidents narrated in the touching poem, “My name was
Robert Kidd, as I sailed, as I sailed,” are altogether apocryphal.
According to history, Kidd left seven hundred and thirty-eight
ounces of gold, eight hundred and forty-seven ounces of silver, and
several bags of silver ornaments and precious stones. These were
secured by the Earl of Bellamont, but whether they were ever handled
by the unfortunate shareholders of the enterprise is not known. The
probability is, however, that they were all required for the expenses
of the arrest and trial of the pirate.

According to popular belief, the quantity above named was only a small
fraction of the wealth acquired by Kidd; and down to the present
time people have been searching localities on the New England coast
and along the Hudson River, in the hope of finding some of Kidd’s
abandoned wealth. Tradition has been exhausted, and the chief reliance
has been, especially of late years, upon dreams and the revelations of
spirits. Almost every year somebody dreams of a locality where Kidd’s
treasures have been found, and he frequently gets wrought up to such a
degree that he sets about digging for a fortune. Thousands of dollars
have been expended in these researches, and they have invariably
resulted in nothing. It is safe to say that nobody has yet found a
dollar buried by Captain Kidd, and it is equally safe to predict that
nobody ever will find one. The writer of this knew, in his boyhood
days, of several enterprises of this sort, and though he never dug
for Kidd’s treasures, he was acquainted with several persons who had
been in the business. Some had abandoned it in disgust, and some still
clung to the hope that they would one day be successful. They were
waiting for dreams and revelations that should indicate the precise
spot where they could dig for the iron-bound chest, which invariably
contained the wealth they sought. An oaken chest, with hoops of iron,
was somewhere concealed, that should one day be theirs.

One garrulous old fellow used to be full of mystery about the matter.
His stories were a little incoherent, but I am confident that he
firmly believed them, and thought he was telling the truth. He was
as superstitious as an Arab, and believed in all sorts of ghosts,
hobgoblins, and disembodied spirits in general. One day I happened to
see him when he was bewailing his ill luck a night or two before. He
had a violent cold, and had swallowed a prodigious quantity of rum and
molasses to drive it away. When I asked how he caught it, he became
very solemn, took another “dram,” as he called it, and then proceeded
to a confidential talk.

“Now, boy,” said he, “I will tell you all about it; but you must first
promise not to reveal my secret.”

Of course I made the required promise.

“This was the way of it,” he continued.

[Sidenote: DIGGING FOR KIDD’S MONEY.]

“One night last week, I dreamed that a spirit with a bright light in
its hand came to me, and told me to follow. I followed, and it led me
to a place about a hundred yards from the river, where it set down
the light, and told me to dig. There was nothing to dig with, but as
I looked at the ground, I saw a pick and shovel. I went to work with
them, and when I struck the first blow, the spirit went away. I dug
and dug, but without getting tired. It seemed that after I had been
digging two or three hours, I struck a chest. I could hear the pick
hitting on it; and by and by the point of it went through the oak, and
I could hear the money rattling. Just then I waked, and found it was
daylight.

“Next night I dreamed the same thing again, and then I knew there
was something in it. The second time I dreamed it, I tried hard to
remember where the place was; and the next day I went up and down
the banks of the river, in hopes of seeing it. But I couldn’t find
it, and what to do I didn’t know. It was a revelation, sure, but the
revelation wasn’t clear enough, and I knew that something else was
coming. Night before last it came.”

He spoke the last sentence very solemnly, and as he did so, he moved
his hand towards a box that stood near his arm-chair. I thought he was
about to open it, and show me some of the wealth of the great pirate;
but he only produced a fresh bottle of rum, and took another drink.
Smacking his lips, he continued.

“Night before last it came. I was out by the swamp after dark. I had
been looking for the place, and was just then going home, and thinking
I would try it again next morning. I was walking along, thinking,
and had my head down, when, all at once, I stumbled over something
that made me look up again. And there, not twenty feet away, was the
light—just such as the spirit carried in my dream, only it wasn’t so
bright.”

I was about to say, “Will o’ the wisp;” but I knew that if I did so, I
should put an end to the story, and so I kept silence.

[Sidenote: GUIDED BY A SPIRIT.]

“I couldn’t see any spirit, but of course that didn’t make any
difference, as I knew the light would take me to the spot. I didn’t
say a word, you may believe, but I looked at the light; and it hung
there, looking at me. It didn’t move for a minute, and then it began
dancing along— not dancing, but sort of waving, like—and moving away
from me. I followed it over bushes and logs, and through water up to
my knees, and sometimes nearly to my waist, and never once took my
eyes off of it. I must have gone half a mile or more, when I stepped
into a hole, and fell flat in the water, down among the brambles. The
pain was so sharp that I said something, and when I got to my feet
again, the light was gone. And that is how I got this cold.”

I tried to explain that the light which he saw was nothing
supernatural, but he would not listen to my “boy foolishness,” as he
called it; and after a slight attempt to enlighten him, I gave it up.
He recovered from his cold, but kept his dream of fortune constantly
in mind. I believe he tried again to follow the mysterious light, and
with the same result as before. But his faith was not shaken, and to
his dying day he believed he should yet find the buried wealth of
Captain Kidd.

[Sidenote: THE MYSTERIOUS CHEST.]

According to my recollection, every story told by this man, or any of
his associates and neighbors, about seeking for buried treasures, was
full of supernatural occurrences; and the failure to obtain the hidden
wealth was always attributed to a failure to maintain silence. In this
instance my friend attributed the disappearance of the light to his
exclamation when he fell; had he remained speechless, the light, in
his opinion, would have led him to fortune. Repeatedly I was told of
instances where the coveted chest had been reached, and only a few
more blows were required to open it. The air was full of unearthly
noises, and the diggers were tossed and struck by invisible hands;
but they heeded them not, and worked their best. But a blow heavier
than the rest, or a sight of the chest, caused an exclamation; when,
instantly, the chest disappeared, and the hole which had been dug by
human agency, was filled by a supernatural one.

Along the coast of New England, from the end of Long Island to
Portsmouth and Portland, there are numerous traditions and other
stories of Kidd’s treasures. There are those who believe that some of
the pirate’s wealth is hidden near Lynn and Salem; others locate it
near Newburyport; and others, again, near Hampton, Portsmouth, and
Kittery. On three occasions I have made summer cruises near these
places, and whenever I sought one of these traditions, I generally
found it. Places have been shown me where credulous persons have
dug for gold and silver enough to make them the envy of all their
neighbors; and there is one spot, near Lynn, where a man expended
thousands of dollars, trying to make an entrance into a cave, where,
as the spirits told him, treasure of an enormous value was concealed.
His money gave out before the treasure was reached; and if it was
there then, it remains there now, ready for any one who has money and
inclination to prosecute the search.

A party of us, one afternoon, while loitering around Newburyport, fell
in with an ancient inhabitant who was a firm believer in the existence
of the wealth of Captain Kidd. He knew a great deal more than he would
tell—or, at any rate, intimated as much to us when we endeavored to
sound him. I will call him Bill Sanborn, as a cover for his real
name, which I do not feel at liberty to print. He was a genius in his
way, and when we had filled him with rum, and warmed the stiffened
muscles of his time-worn frame, he was as talkative as a magpie. He
wandered from his subject continually, and it was utterly impossible
to tie him down to the main topic of his discourse. He had a son or a
grandson—I forget which—keeping a groggery in Boston. The old man had
recently been on a visit to the modern Athens, and evidently picked up
considerable of the slang of the family bar-room, where he passed his
leisure hours. His abilities in the absorption line were extensive,
and I hardly dare to say how much he drank, and we paid for, before he
was in a proper condition to tell about Captain Kidd. Finally we had
him properly wound up, and after singing a few verses of the ancient
ballad, with a tremendous emphasis on “as I sailed,” he began.

[Sidenote: BILL SANBORN’S STORY.]

“I might tell you a good deal about hunting for money, but I won’t
go and do it, because it might be doing injustice to some folks that
ain’t dead yet; and I don’t believe in that, anyhow. There was Jim
Follett and me. We struck a big thing once, and if Jim could have
kept his hash-trap shut, we might have had money enough to buy all
the rum in America, and keep drunk for ten thousand years. Jim is a
good fellow, and likes to have a good time. He’d like to have it on
his own money; but he don’t have none of his own, and so he has to get
other people’s, which does just as well. Jim and me are pretty much
alike, but I’m more like him than he is like me. Jim’s gone off to
Labrador fishing now, or he would be here with us to-day, and if he’d
been sucking away at that bottle, he would have been blind drunk by
this time, and couldn’t move from his chair no more than if he was an
anchor.

[Sidenote: JIM FOLLETT’S DOG.]

“Jim and me used to sit around the store up there on the corner, when
we hadn’t nothing to do. The storekeeper had a dog, a little ornery
cross between one cur and another cur, that hadn’t no more real,
genuine dog blood into him than a sea-turtle. He was a monstrous proud
dog though, and used to sit up in a chair and look as serious as a
country gal at another gal’s wedding. When he had eat a good dinner
and was a digesting it, he was pretty good natured; but if he was
hungry, or had been kicked, or another dog had licked him, he wouldn’t
allow no familiarity, not even if ’twas the Emperor of China that
spoke to him. He had a funny way, too, that if anybody fetched him
round the tail, or sides, or back, he wouldn’t bite that feller, but
he would bite the man that was nearest to his mouth. For instance, you
and me might be a setting here, and Spot—that was what they called
the dog—Spot might be laying down atween us, with his head towards me
and his tail towards you. Now, if you put your foot down on Spot’s
tail, that confounded dog would let me have it right in the leg, and
the more you put your foot down, the more he’d let his teeth into me,
until they met. Lots of the fellers has been chawed by Spot, and the
fun of it was, that them which was worst chawed was the ones that
hadn’t fetched him.

“They got a new parson here once, and one day, when Jim and me was in
the store, the parson happened along, and come in too.

“‘Fine morning,’ says he to us and the storekeeper, and of course we
said ‘fine morning’ to him. He was a meek sort of chap, with a face
like a plateful of mashed turnips, and he talked as if he thought
divine Providence was easy of hearing, and could understand him if he
didn’t speak much above a whisper.

“The parson talked round a while, and finally he happened to see Spot,
who was a setting up in a chair with his tail sticking out between the
rounds, and looking as if he was just going to Sunday school, and was
a saying his lesson over to hisself.

“‘Ah, fine dog that,’ says the parson to the storekeeper. ‘Pears to
look very gentle, and very intelligent too.’

“The storekeeper just then had his back turned, and we didn’t say
nothing. The parson patted Spot on the head, and said, ‘Good doggie,
good doggie.’ Spot was getting ready for a growl, and began to peel
his ivories like the ripping up of an old shoe. The parson didn’t
notice it, and kept on patting him, and said he could always make
friends with any dog that he met.

[Sidenote: HOW THE PARSON WAS BITTEN.]

“Jim was a sitting next to Spot, and reached out on the sly, and
pinched the critter’s tail. Spot made one grab for the parson’s wrist,
and hung on like a locomotive pulling a freight train. The parson
jumped around, howling worse than a coyote, and his mouth was as
narrow as a hole in a cast iron letter box. Bimeby the dog dropped
off, and the parson went out of the door and off for home, as if he’d
just had a call to marry a rich couple that couldn’t wait. Jim and me
laughed, but the storekeeper was mad, because he was afraid he’d lost
the parson’s custom. So he talked rough to us and drove us off, and we
haven’t been there since.

“Jim and me was over to Hampton one time, and loafing around a week or
so among the boys. There was a gal at Hampton, mighty smart gal she
was, and used to sing in meeting Sundays until you’d think she’d lift
the roof of the meeting-house. Some of the young fellers was trying to
shine up to her, but she shook ’em all off, and went sweet on a galoot
that was keeping school over in the next town. He used to come to see
her every week, and he always come on horseback. The Hampton boy’s
sort of hated him, because he was a cutting them out, and so they used
to rig up jokes on him sometimes. They’d tie the door of the house
where him and his gal was, and once they took a big box and put it
up agin the door, so that when he walked out of the house he walked
into the box, just as though it was a front porch. They hid his saddle
once, and made him ride home bare-back; and the folks where he kept
school said he didn’t sit down much for three or four days afterwards.

[Sidenote: A PRACTICAL JOKE.]

“The next night after we got there the feller come a courting, and the
boys asked us to have some fun with them. The hoss was tied under a
shed, and right down the road, about a hundred yards away, there was
a big mud-puddle. It run clear across the road, and we could see that
when the feller started for home he would have to go right through it.
Jim looked the ground over, and told the boys to go and buy a hundred
yards of strong clothes-line, and bring it to him.

“When they brought the clothes-line, Jim said to ’em, ‘Tie one end of
the line to the post of the shed, and tie it strong.’

“When they had done it, Jim says again, ‘Now take the line and measure
it right out to the middle of the mud-puddle.’

“They measured it, and found that the other end just went to the
middle of the puddle. They brought the line back, and Jim coiled it up
close to the post, and then tied the loose end to the crupper of the
saddle. Meanwhile some of the rest of the boys had got an old cannon
out into a field just behind the shed, and loaded it up with a good
charge of powder. When everything was ready it was about a quarter to
twelve, and we sat down to wait.

“The feller always started home at twelve o’clock, cause the gal’s
mother wouldn’t let her sit up no longer. The old lady said he might
stay as long as he liked, but Mary must go to bed. He didn’t see no
fun in courting all alone to hisself, and so he never staid after that
time. Well, just at twelve o’clock we saw the door open, and heard
a smack like bustin a cigar box with a hammer. Then he said, ‘Good
night, dearest,’ and he out to his hoss, unhitched the bridle, and
jumped on without looking to see if things was all right. He hit the
hoss a poke in the ribs, and the critter humped himself at a gallop
straight towards the mud-puddle. The rope was unwinding easy and nice,
and neither him nor the hoss didn’t know nothing about it.

“When they had got almost to the edge of the puddle, Jim touched off
the gun with his cigar. It sounded like a clap of thunder, and the
hoss made one jump, and just as he did so he got to the end of the
rope. The saddle come off, and the feller with it, and the beast went
on as if he was running on a bet of ten thousand dollars, and had put
up all the money hisself.

[Sidenote: OUT OF THE MUD-PUDDLE.]

“As the feller tumbled off, he gave a yell that you might have heard
fourteen thousand miles away. He thought a streak of lightning had
struck the hoss, and that both of ’em was being swallowed up by an
earthquake. The gal was standing in the door, and she gave a scream,
and ran out and met the feller just as he got up out of the mud, and
was making for the house. She got hold of him, and then she fainted,
and went down into the ditch by the road-side, where there was a foot
or so of water. She didn’t stay fainted long; it warn’t more than a
minute before she was up again. Both of ’em thought it was a flash
of lightning, until they got most up to the shed, and we could see
them by the light shining out of the house. They was the sloppiest,
muddiest looking pair that you ever set eyes on. The feller had on a
claw-hammer coat, and the water was a dripping off the tails of it
like the Falls of Niagara, and his white trousers was like an old map
of Africa, covered all over with black ink for unexplored country. His
hat was gone, and his hair was full of mud, and looked like a swab
that hasn’t been wrung out after washing the floor of a bar-room. If
you’ve ever seen a hen that’s been caught in a shower, and got under
a cart to get dry, you’ll know how that gal looked with her clothes
all sticking to her, and she all ready to drop down again as soon as
she found a good place. She said she never knew such awful thunder and
lightning; and just as he said, ‘Yes, dearest,’ they stumbled over the
rope, and then they see what it was. He hauled the rope in, hand over
hand, jest as you’d haul in a halibut; and when he got the saddle,
and found it tied to the rope, they was about the maddest pair that
ever was in Hampton. The gal belonged to the church, and therefore
couldn’t swear, and the feller couldn’t swear cause the gal would hear
him, but he said something that sounded mighty like it. They both went
into the house, where everybody had got up on account of the noise.
The feller staid there that night, but he never come there no more.
He seemed kind of discouraged like, and thought there was too many
difficulties about courting to make it pay.”

[Sidenote: STEALING A BABY.]

The old fellow paused here to take another drink, and then he went on
with more anecdotes about Jim Follett and his practical jokes. It was
rather odd, or at any rate appeared so to his hearers, that he did not
see the least impropriety in giving severe pain and annoyance to those
who had offended nobody, and the thought that there was the slightest
injustice in practical joking seems never to have entered his head.
One of Jim’s performances, greatly relished by old Bill, was of the
most inhuman character. One day Jim was on the train from Boston, and
was to stop at Newburyport. There were but few passengers in the car
where he rode, and near him was a woman with a baby. She was going
through to Portland, and before reaching Newburyport she placed the
slumbering child on the seat before her, and while watching it, fell
asleep herself. On reaching Newburyport, Jim, in a spirit of mischief,
took the child from the train, left it in the station, and quietly
walked away. The agony of the mother on awaking may be imagined.
Luckily another passenger had witnessed Jim’s performance, and by
a vigorous use of the telegraph, the mother and child were brought
together a few hours later, after considerable suffering on the part
of both.

Suddenly Bill recollected himself, and told us about the search for
Captain Kidd’s buried treasures.

[Sidenote: THE MYSTERIOUS BOTTLE.]

“One day Jim was down setting some lobster traps, and he wanted
something for bait. So he went ashore, and tried to dig clams in a
little cove where there was a strip of sand in between the rocks. But
there wasn’t a clam to be found; and while he was a setting down, and
wondering what to do next, he thought he saw something odd in the hole
he had just made. He went for it, and it turned out to be the neck
of a bottle; he pulled it out, and there was one of the curiousest
bottles you ever see. It looked as if it might have been the bottle
that Methuselah used to carry when he was a young <DW15> and went off
on jambarees over Sunday. ‘Now,’ says Jim, ‘I’ll take this bottle
home and show it to Bill Sanborn;’ and sure enough, he did. We busted
it and found it empty, and I ought to have said that if there had
been anything into it Jim wouldn’t never have brought it home without
opening it.

“No, it wasn’t empty neither. There was a piece of paper in it, a sort
of dried-up, old parchment like, with some writing on it. The writing
looked as if it was done in the dark by a blind man who couldn’t read
and was drunk into the bargain. We fussed over it a long time, but
couldn’t make nothing out of it, and after trying a dozen times, we
laid it away and went to bed.

“I fell asleep, and pretty soon I dreamed that writing all out as
plain as though it had been printed. I don’t remember what it was now,
but it told that there was something a hundred and twenty-three yards
north-north-east, half east, from a certain rock; and I dreamed the
rock out so, that I thought I should know it. Then I waked and lit
a candle, and tried the paper again, and found I could read it all
straight.

“I waltzed Jim out of bed in no time, and we determined to start off
at daybreak. I shan’t tell you exactly where we went, and I haven’t
told you the correct distance and bearings, because I want to try
it again some time. Anyhow, we went there, and after a good deal of
hunting we found the rock, and found a cross like a big X cut into
it. Then we measured off the distance, and took the bearings with
a compass we had brought along for the purpose. It turned out that
a hundred and twenty-three yards north-north-east, half east, from
the rock carried us beyond high-water mark; and as the tide was jest
coming in, we couldn’t do nothing. We drove a stake into the sand,
though, and concluded to come back and work at night when the tide was
out, so as to prevent anybody seeing us. We went and slept as much as
we could, and when the night tide was going out, we come back with
shovels and picks and pitched in.

“You never seen fellows dig as we did. We made the dirt fly, and we
only stopped once in a while to take a drink. We kept our wits about
us, and didn’t speak a word, as the old folks say if you speak when
you are digging for money you won’t never find it.

“A little before midnight we were down about six feet, and had a hole
large enough to bury one of those dog-house trunks the women take to
Nahant. I struck the pick down, and it hit something that sounded
hollow. Jim almost got his mouth open to say something, but I motioned
him to keep still, and put the pick down again. There was the same
hollow sound, and then we went at it for dear life. We dug away and
tossed out the dirt, and bimeby I hit the chest with my shovel. When I
did that I felt somebody push me first one way and then the other, but
I couldn’t see nobody but Jim, and he wasn’t doing it. I slid around
lively, digging all the time, and Jim, too; but it was enough to make
your hair turn white to be struck as we were by ghosts, and to hear
the air full of noises, but couldn’t see anybody making them. They
cursed us and screamed at us, but we had expected something of the
sort, and besides we was after a fortune. We got some of the dirt off
the chest, as it seemed to be, and with it we got some bones of a man.

[Sidenote: THE GHOSTLY WATCHMAN.]

“How did they get there, do you suppose? I don’t know any more than
you do; but I’ve heard tell that when those pirates buried money they
left somebody to watch it. They couldn’t leave him there alive where
nobody lived, and boarding-houses wasn’t to be found, and so they
used to draw lots, and the feller that got the unlucky lot was just
knocked in the head and laid on top of the chest before they filled up
the hole. That skeleton belonged to the watchman, and it was him that
knocked us around and made such noises in the air. If he ever wants
anybody to say he did his duty, let him call on me and Jim—that’s all.

“We’d got out several pieces of the skeleton, and in five minutes more
would have been in the chest. All at once Jim was took by the throat
by one of them air ghosts, and at the same time a voice called out,
‘Leave or die.’

“Jim dropped his pick and yelled ‘murder’ as loud as he could.

[Sidenote: LOSING THE FORTUNE.]

“In less time than you could hold a red-hot nail in your eye without
winking the chest sunk down out of sight and reach, the dirt rolled in
on us; and if we hadn’t got out as quick as we could jump, it would
have buried us. And the odd thing about it was, that the bones went
in before the dirt did, and settled down jest as they were before we
disturbed them. We had nothing more to do. Our fortune was gone, and
it was all because Jim hadn’t put a big plaster over his mouth so as
he couldn’t holler.”

Here Mr. Sanborn took another drain at the bottle, and suddenly
relapsed into silence.




LXII.

OPERATIONS AT HELLGATE.

     HELLGATE AND SANDY HOOK.—ENTRANCES TO NEW YORK HARBOR.—THE
     HELLEGAT AND ITS MEANING.—STORIES OF THE OLD VOYAGERS.—EDITORIAL
     JOKES.—MAILLEFERT’S OPERATIONS.—DEEPENING THE CHANNEL.—GENERAL
     NEWTON.—THE AUTHOR ON AN EXCURSION.—BLOWING UP COENTIES’ REEF.—HOW
     IT IS DONE—AN ACCIDENT WITH NITRO-GLYCERINE.—THE AUTHOR’S NARROW
     ESCAPE.—DIVER’S EXPERIENCE.—ASTONISHING THE FISHES.—RECEPTION
     AT HALLETT’S POINT.—GOING UNDER THE REEF.—THE MEN AT WORK.—AN
     INUNDATION.—HOW THE REEF IS TO BE REMOVED.—SURVEYING IN THE
     WATER.—A GRAND EXPLOSION.


From the Atlantic Ocean there are two entrances into the harbor of
New York; one by way of Sandy Hook, and the other through Long Island
Sound and the East River. For a steamer coming from Liverpool, the
nearest entrance is through Long Island Sound. The Sandy Hook entrance
is obstructed by sand bars; the channel is tortuous, and accidents are
not uncommon. The entrance to Long Island Sound is broad and easy,
but between the Sound and the East River there is a very dangerous
passage, which extends, however, less than a mile. This dangerous
passage is popularly known as Hellgate ; the early Dutch navigators
gave the place its name. Tradition says that a Dutch skipper, named
Adrian Blok, called it the _Hellegat Rivière_, after a small stream in
Flanders, the place of his nativity. There is nothing sulphurous in
the name, Hellegat, which is said, by one writer, to mean “Beautiful
Pass;” somehow, the transposition of the word into Hellgate, has given
it an infernal aspect.

[Illustration: VIEW OF HELLGATE FROM <DW64> POINT, EAST RIVER, NEW
YORK.]

[Illustration: GENERAL VIEW OF WORKS AT HALLETT’S POINT, EAST RIVER,
NEW YORK.]

The early historians of Manhattan and its vicinity described the
Hellgate as a very dangerous place; one of the earliest writers speaks
of it as follows: “which being a narrow passage, there runneth a
violent stream both upon flood and ebb, and in the middle lyeth
some islands of rocks, which the current sets so violently upon,
that it threatens present shipwreck; and upon the flood is a large
whirlpool, which continually sends forth a hideous roaring, enough
to affright any stranger from passing that way, and to wait for some
Charon to conduct him through, yet to those who are well acquainted,
little or no danger; yet a place of great defence against any enemy
coming in that way, which a small fortification would absolutely
prevent.”

Washington Irving humorously says of it, “At low water it is as
pacific a stream as you would wish to see. But as the tide rises it
begins to fret; at half tide it roars with might and main, like a bull
bellowing for more drink; but when the tide is full it relapses into
quiet, and for a time sleeps as soundly as an alderman after dinner.
In fact, it may be compared to a quarrelsome toper, who is a peaceable
fellow enough when he has no liquor at all, or when he has a skinful,
but who, when half-seas over, plays the very devil.”

[Sidenote: JOKES ABOUT HELLGATE.]

Occasionally, certain witty editors of New York and Boston engage in
little wordy contests in regard to the improvement of Hellgate: a
Boston editor will say the widening and deepening of Hellgate will
improve the entrance to New York! An editor of Manhattan Island will
respond that the widening and deepening of Hellgate improves the road
to Boston. Neither seems inclined to admit the existence of as much
immorality in his own city as in the abiding-place of the other.

The removal of the rocks that lie in this passage between East River
and Long Island Sound has been a subject of great anxiety with
merchants of New York, and it seems a little strange that from the
time of the settlement of New York until less than thirty years ago,
very little had been done towards this work.

[Sidenote: MAILLEFERT’S OPERATIONS.]

As late as 1845, the channel had not even been surveyed; and it was
not until the Office of the Coast Survey was reorganized, in 1847,
that a careful examination of this perilous channel was undertaken.
The first survey was made under the supervision of Lieutenant (now
Rear Admiral) Charles H. Davis, towards the close of 1847. He made his
report in February of the following year, giving a careful description
of the rocks and currents of Hellgate, and suggesting a plan for the
removal of the most serious obstructions. Nothing was done until the
following year, when a new survey was made. A map was published, and
in March, 1851, steps were taken to remove certain small but dangerous
rocks by the process of blasting. The engineer in charge of this work
was a Frenchman named Maillefert; he proposed to remove the rocks by
exploding charges of powder against them.

The plan dispensed altogether with the slow and difficult process of
drilling; he exploded his powder directly upon the rock, on the theory
that the pressure of the water above the gas formed by the burning
powder, would offer sufficient resistance to throw considerable force
against the rock. His first blast was made on Pot Rock, and removed
about four feet from its highest point. The plan was successful as
long as the rocks were in a state of projection; but after these
projections had been removed, and the explosions were made against a
solid flat surface, they failed almost completely.

After this French engineer ended his operations, new surveys were
made, and it was found that the channel, though greatly improved, was
far from complete or satisfactory. Other surveys followed, and various
plans were proposed; but the breaking out of the war for a time put a
stop to the labors. In 1866 Brevet Major General Newton was sent by
the War Department to examine the obstructions of Hellgate, and to
arrange for their removal. In the following year he made his report,
giving estimates of the time and money required to make a safe and
easy passage-way for ships of all sizes: he proposed to remove, by
blasting, the obstructions known as Pot Rock, Frying Pan, Way’s Reef,
Shell Drake, Heeltap Rock, <DW64> Point, Scaly Rock, Hallett’s Point,
and certain other rocks of smaller size.

He estimated that the channel could be made an average depth of
twenty-five feet below low-water mark; that the work could be
completed in six years, at a cost of about six million dollars.

Another plan included the removal of these rocks and four others
in ten years’ time, at a cost of nine millions of dollars; and he
presented another plan, by which some of the middle rocks should
remain as they were; and the most serious obstruction, known as
Hallett’s Point, could be removed in three years, at a cost of three
millions.

[Sidenote: DANGERS OF HALLETT’S POINT.]

Hallett’s Point is the most dangerous obstruction in Hellgate. From
shore to shore the distance is about six hundred feet; the reef
extends more than three hundred feet from one shore, so that the
actual width of the channel is reduced to three hundred feet.

The water boils furiously over this reef, and turns a large part of
the tide upon the Gridiron Rock, frequently throwing ships upon it.
The process of drilling and blasting was considered too slow and
ineffectual, and it was proposed to remove the rock by sinking a
shaft upon the shore, undermining the entire reef, leaving pillars
to support the rock until the work of undermining was all completed,
when, by a single explosion, these pillars could be blown away, the
whole reef would fall, and the dangerous obstructions to the commerce
of New York would be removed.

One pleasant day, in 1871, I was one of a party to visit the scene of
General Newton’s operations. Our party embarked on a small steamer at
the Barge Office, and proceeded up the East River, stopping on the
way to examine the operations in progress for the removal of what is
known as Coenties’ Reef. This reef is about six hundred feet from
Pier No. 8, on the East River, and lies directly in the busiest part
of the harbor of New York, almost in the track of the ferry boats
between New York and Brooklyn, and has always been considered very
troublesome and dangerous. Attempts have been made at various times to
remove this reef, but none of them were successful until the plan of
General Newton was tried. The reef is about 250 feet long, and is 130
feet wide in its broadest part. We found a large scow anchored above
the reef, and were politely taken on board. The scow is very broad
and heavy, and is firmly anchored, so that ships or steamers that run
against it can be very little damaged.

In two or three instances, vessels that have come in collision with
the scow have retired considerably damaged, while the large and
unwieldy craft, remains unharmed.

As we went on board we were taken to the centre of the scow, where
there was a circular well about thirty feet across; and in this well
there was a dome, which could be raised and lowered by means of
machinery. At the top of the dome there was a “telescope,” twelve
feet in diameter, that could be extended or shortened in order to
accommodate itself to the condition of the tide. The plan of working
was to anchor the scow over the place where the rock was to be
drilled, and then to lower the dome until it touched the rock. As
soon as one part of it struck the rock, rods were pushed out from
the side of the dome to rest upon the reef, and perform the work of
feet: they readily adapted themselves to the inequalities of the rock,
and as soon as they were fastened in their place the dome was almost
immovable.

[Sidenote: DRILLING UNDER WATER.]

Inside the dome there were places for lowering drills, and working
them, by means of machinery. The drilling engines were run by steam,
and the drills, nine in number, were operated simultaneously; the
nine holes that they made were in a circle of about twenty feet
in diameter. The drill penetrated the rock from six inches to two
feet an hour, according to its hardness. When a round of holes was
made, the scow was hauled off, the holes were filled with charges of
nitro-glycerine in tin cans, and everything was made ready for a blast.

The work of blasting has to be done very rapidly, for the reason that
a diver can only go down to arrange the charges at the period of slack
water. Everything is made ready at the turn of the tide, and the very
instant that the tide falls the holes are charged.

We were not in time to witness a blast; and on two other occasions,
when I went to see an explosion, the performance did not come off;
some slight accident had happened, so that the slack water period had
passed before everything was ready.

When the round of holes has been charged, the diver goes down. The
pump to supply him with air is kept at work; the charges are lowered
into the water one after the other, and placed in the holes where they
belong. When he has arranged everything, he gives a signal and is
drawn above. The boats then back away from the reef sufficiently far
to be out of the way of the explosion.

[Sidenote: NITRO-GLYCERINE EXPLOSIONS.]

The nine charges are fired simultaneously by means of electricity.
The double wire, insulated with gutta-percha, extends into a small
cartridge of powder, which is placed in the top of each charge
of nitro-glycerine. The ends of the wire are brought quite near
each other, and between them a small slip of platinum is soldered.
The current of electricity, passing through the wires, heats this
platinum to redness, and sets fire to the powder around it. The powder
explodes, and its explosion sets fire to the nitro-glycerine. As the
battery which furnishes the electricity is on board the boat, the
current is thrown into each pair of wires simultaneously and thus the
explosions occur at exactly the same moment.

A column of water shoots up into the air, the rock is torn and broken,
and there is a general disturbance of the water all round it: ships
and boats are warned, by means of a red flag, to keep at a safe
distance. It generally happens that a good many fishes that have been
swimming around the rock at the time of the explosion are killed,
and rise to the surface; those that are not killed are very much
astonished, and swim away with great rapidity.

The experience of a diver going down to arrange the charges is not
highly agreeable. If he remains longer than the period of slack water,
he finds the current so strong that it almost carries him off his
feet; and it frequently becomes necessary for him to be drawn to the
surface and abandon his work until the next turn of the tide. Should
an explosion occur while he is below, it would be pretty certain to
cause his death.

The substance which he handles is not the safest in the world, but the
engineers seem to be agreed that it is much better in every way than
gunpowder. They say that accidents which have occurred from the use
of nitro-glycerine have been caused by careless or ignorant handling,
and that many accidents to which powder is liable will not occur with
nitro-glycerine.

General Newton explained to us that a few days before our visit a
slight accident occurred, which would have proved fatal had they been
using powder. At that time they were using fulminating caps instead
of electricity; one of the fulminating caps was ignited, and set fire
to the charge of powder: the case was broken and the nitro-glycerine
was spilled about, but nothing serious happened. Had they been using
gunpowder instead, the consequences would have been fatal.

[Sidenote: EFFECTS OF NITRO-GLYCERINE.]

In nearly all the modern blasting operations in the United States, in
Europe, and in many other places, nitro-glycerine takes the place of
powder; it is much more powerful in its effect, a single charge of it
breaking and shattering a rock much more than gunpowder. It has the
advantage, too, of extending its force completely to the bottom of the
hole, whereas gunpowder very frequently acts only part way down the
hole.

My individual experience of nitro-glycerine has not been of the most
pleasing character. In 1866 I sailed from New York for San Francisco
by way of Panama; when we reached Aspinwall we crossed the Isthmus
to take the Pacific steamer at Panama. It was nearly sunset when we
climbed up the gangway, and stood upon her deck; an hour later, the
tug with our baggage, and with the express freight and mails, came
out. I was standing near the gangway when the baggage and express
matter came on board, and I think, though I will not be positive
about it,—and some of my acquaintances say it is very unlikely,—that
I assisted in taking a few of the boxes over the rail. Everything was
stowed away, and about ten o’clock at night we steamed down the Bay of
Panama, and were on our way to San Francisco. We reached the latter
city in safety on a Saturday morning, and I was introduced to a very
large number of gentlemen, and most hospitably entertained.

Two or three days later, I was walking up Montgomery Street, and met
a friend on his way to lunch at a well-known Club House: I would
have accepted his invitation to lunch, only it happened that I had
just breakfasted; and, bidding him good morning, or good afternoon,
I walked slowly towards the Occidental Hotel. I had been there but a
very few minutes before I heard a loud report, which jarred the whole
building, and set people flying through all the corridors to ascertain
what was the matter. I went out, and walked up the street the way
I had come. The office of Wells, Fargo, & Co’s Express was, if I
remember correctly, two blocks away from the hotel. It turned out that
the explosion which had jarred all that part of the city, was in the
office of the Express Company.

[Sidenote: A HORRIBLE ACCIDENT.]

To tell the story briefly, seventeen persons were killed, among them
some of my personal friends, and as many more had been wounded. The
Club House, where I was very near taking my lunch, had been blown up,
and several persons who were sitting at the lunch-table were among the
injured.

Among the boxes which had been on the steamer with me from New York
to San Francisco, had been passed over the rail of the steamer at
Panama, and which I had assisted in handling, there were two cases of
nitro-glycerine.

One of these cases had exploded at the express office, its contents
not being known, and consequently it had not been carefully handled,
and in exploding it had set fire to the other. The force was
sufficiently strong to cause a marvellous deal of damage, in and
around the express company’s building, to break hundreds, if not
thousands, of panes of glass, some of them three or four hundred yards
away; and all agreed that if those cases had blown up on our steamer
we never would have been heard of afterwards.

“Suppose, now,” said one of my fellow-travellers,—“suppose, now, those
cases had exploded when we were taking them in at Panama. Why, the
steamer would have gone, one half to the bottom, and the other half
up in the air, and some of us might have come down a thousand miles
away.”

A week or two after this explosion at San Francisco, there was one
quite like it at Aspinwall, doing an amount of damage equal to, if not
greater than the explosion at San Francisco. Since that time I have
had a wholesome fear of nitro-glycerine, and am always inclined to
keep at a respectful distance from it. It may be a very good thing in
its way, it may be entirely safe if properly handled, but I greatly
prefer that it should not be in my way, and that somebody else should
handle it.

[Sidenote: AT HALLETT’S POINT.]

From Coenties’ Reef we went to Hallett’s Point, and were landed under
the supervision of the general in charge. We were delivered over to
the hands of the superintendent, Mr. Reitheimer, who entertained
us very pleasantly, and showed great politeness to the ladies and
gentlemen of the party, especially to the ladies. He explained all
about the works, and opened a mysterious case. In a very short time
our heads were full of tunnels, drifts, headings, drills, champagne,
nitro-glycerine, reefs, derricks, pale sherry, and all that sort of
thing. He showed us his plans and specifications, and then induced
us to step into a wooden box slung at the end of a derrick, and be
lowered away into a pit of fifty or sixty feet in depth.

[Illustration: VIEW OF SHAFT FROM THE DAM.]

[Illustration: THE SHAFT, SHOWING HEADINGS.]

This pit formed a shaft which had been sunk on shore to begin the
operations upon the reef. From the shaft a series of tunnels extended
very much like one’s outstretched fingers. Between the tunnels there
were smaller tunnels, running from one to the other, leaving pillars
to support the rock and the water above. A strong dam had been built
around the mouth of the pit to prevent the water from flooding it.
The tunnels or headings, as they were technically called, had been
designated by names instead of numbers. Most of the men working
there were Cornish miners, and they seemed not fond of numerical
designations. The superintendent originally called the central heading
Number One, but it was changed to Farragut Heading. The others in
order after it were Madison, Humphrey, Hoffman, Sherman, Jefferson,
Grant, McClellan, Franklin, and Jackson.

[Sidenote: UNDER HELLGATE.]

At the center of the reef the highest tunnel was known as Grant
Heading. Nine feet of rock was left to form a roof. The rock was not
very hard, but full of seams and fissures, through which the water
constantly dripped. The narrow seams were closed by blocking, and when
a wide seam was struck it had to be closed outside.

In one case the miners came upon a horizontal seam, through which the
water poured at the rate of six hundred gallons a minute, and before
the flow could be stopped, the miners were standing in three or four
feet of water. Bags of clay were kept in readiness on the edge of the
coffer-dam, over each heading, so that, whenever a seam was found, it
could be closed as quickly as possible.

A large number of men were employed in these headings, drilling holes
in the rock, and preparing for the great blast to come. For a long
time, hand drills only were used, but the work was greatly facilitated
by the introduction of drills operated by means of compressed air.

It was not until September, 1876, that the rocks of the reef were
completely “honey-combed.” The process left a roof of rock, supported
by piers, which were so perforated as to secure their destruction
by the blast. The quantities of explosive materials, finally
decided upon by General Newton and his engineers, were estimated
as follows:—Dynamite, 25,976 pounds; Vulcan powder, 14,244 pounds;
Rend Rock, 9,061 pounds; Dynamite in Primers, 3,500 pounds. Dynamite
is simply nitro-glycerine mixed with sand, and the Vulcan and Rend
Rock are brands of strongest blasting powder. Connected with the
explosive material in each of the sealed canisters was a copper
wire, and all these wires were connected with the coil attached to
twenty-three powerful electric batteries. Thus, the batteries were
connected with each canister, and operated upon each, while each
canister was connected with and operated upon all the others. To make
all these connections, about twenty-three miles of wire was used.
The excavations in the rock were filled with water. It required
47,561 cubic yards to fill them. The water was let in at the rate of
2,000 cubic yards per hour, completing the filling at eight o’clock,
Saturday evening, September 23d. Three hundred feet from the rock,
General Newton had constructed a bomb-proof building, twelve feet
square, in which he placed the batteries. The metallic plates were
not submerged in the acids till noon of the next day (Sunday), so
that the electricity could not be generated till near the time of the
explosion, which had been fixed at 2:50 p. m.

[Sidenote: THE GREAT EXPLOSION.]

Guard boats were stationed on the river to force a suspension of
navigation, and the police took up a line along the river front to
guard against a too near encroachment by sight-seers. At 2:25 p. m.
the first signal gun was fired, and, ten minutes later, a second
gun announced the near approach of the dreaded hour. The assembled
multitude awaited with breathless interest the last and most important
scene in the Hellgate drama. Men and women stood, watches in hand,
counting the minutes and seconds, or gazing anxiously across the water
to where the great upheaval was to take place. All waited in anxious
suspense, and finally, at exactly the appointed time, the tiny finger
of little Mary Newton, three years old, guided by the firm hand of her
father, pressed the magic key, the shock came, away went Hallett’s
Point reef, and the fears of the timid were found to have been totally
groundless. The shock was merely a dull, deadened sound, as of distant
thunder, and the upheaval was less than might naturally have been
expected from firing such an amount of explosives. The water rose up
like a wall of many geysers to a height of from sixty to seventy feet.
It appeared snow-white, and formed of huge cones which had dome-like
terminations. There was so much spray between these cones, however,
that the appearance of the water was that of a wall from which great
columns stood out in high relief. Suddenly there came out from the
eastward a dark cloud of mingled stones and earth, in front of which
were huge wooden fragments of the coffer-dam. The roof of the mine
seemed to rise to the surface, and then slowly sink to the bed of
the river. The water, after receding, was black and discolored, and,
after seething and boiling for a few seconds, apparently resumed
its natural state. The concussion was slight, and crowds of people
remained, in the vain expectation of witnessing something which would
be on a more magnificent scale.

It was feared that the blasted rocks would pile up around the sides
of the excavation, and form a dangerous temporary obstruction. As a
precaution, three massive spar buoys were held in readiness to mark
the locality until the work of sounding was finished, and the position
of the _débris_ discovered. The United States steamer Cactus on the
afternoon of Monday, the 25th, began the work of laying out the buoys.
The first sounding was made at a distance of two hundred feet from
shore, along an arc around Hallett’s Point and over the exploded mine.
Tour after tour was made at greater distances from shore, and with
the shaft deeper in the water. Not a rock or obstacle of any kind
was encountered during the afternoon. In referring to the record of
water found at the different soundings, the number of feet reported
may be considered the amount of water at mean or average low tide.
When the work of excavation began, the tide-gauge showed four feet
of water over the average low water mark. The trial-shaft made the
tour unhindered at a depth of sixteen feet, thus demonstrating a safe
passage for vessels of such a draft at a point where the day before a
giant rock protruded from the water. The last trial was made at three
hundred and fifty feet out, and showed a depth of twenty-one feet at
low water.

[Sidenote: GENERAL NEWTON’S TRIUMPH.]

General John Newton may be said to have achieved a victory greater
than any in war. The 24th of September ought hereafter to be
celebrated as the jubilee day of commerce, and the anniversary of the
greatest triumph of engineering science in history. The seven years’
toil on Hallett’s Point Reef at Hellgate has culminated in a grand
_coup de maître_, which was successful in every detail and in the full
accomplishment of all the results expected, and all without a single
disaster to human life. Begun upon a carefully matured plan—carried
on with the quiet, painstaking persistence of science—the long labor
of demolishing the great obstacle to navigation has at last been
completed.




LXIII.

THE EARLY HISTORY OF MANKIND.

     THE STONE AGE.—PICTURE OF ADAM AND EVE.—HOW EVE CUT THE
     APPLE.—MINERS OF ANCIENT TIMES.—DISCOVERY OF STONE IMPLEMENTS.—THE
     INVENTION OF FIRE.—HOW GOLD WAS FOUND.—COPPER AND BRONZE.—THE
     BRONZE AGE.—IRON AND ITS USES.—MINERAL PRODUCTIONS OF DIFFERENT
     COUNTRIES.—QUICKSILVER IN SPAIN AND CALIFORNIA.—THE WEALTH OF
     NEVADA.—ROMANTIC STORY OF THE COMSTOCK LODE.—MINERAL FUTURE OF
     AMERICA.


The most extensively worked mineral substance at the present day is
coal, yet it is the most recent of mineral discoveries. Iron, copper,
tin, and nearly all the metals were dug from the earth, and used long
before the value of mineral coal was known.

In the earliest days of mankind, tools for various uses were made of
wood, bones, or stone. The first tools were undoubtedly of wood, but
the material was so perishable in its nature that no specimens from
those early days have come down to us. Stone, being a harder substance
than wood, and much more durable in its character, rapidly took its
place. The period when the human race was in its infancy has been
properly classified as the “Age of Stone,” for the reason that man at
that time was ignorant of the use of metal. Many implements from the
stone age have come down to us, and are found in various parts of the
world. In the copper mines on the shores of Lake Superior, many tools
have been found which were used by a race long extinct, and of which
we have no history.

In opening one of these mines, several years ago, more than a hundred
stone axes and wedges were discovered near a large mass of native
copper, which had been moved a short distance, and supported upon
sticks of timber.

No implements other than those of stone were found, and all of
these had been broken in an unsuccessful attempt to cut the mass of
copper in two. In various parts of America, Europe, and Asia, stone
implements from the early days of the human race are found, and at the
present time there are many savage tribes belonging practically to the
stone age.

In some islands of the Pacific the people have not yet emerged from
what is to us a very remote period. Barbarism under some circumstances
may almost be considered perpetual.

The history of the early days of mankind upon the earth is very
largely a matter of conjecture: much of it comes from tradition, and
much of it from calculation. The great antiquity of the human race
is a recognized fact, and geologists have shown that the period of
early barbarism may have extended over tens of thousands of years.
Civilization, properly speaking, began only with the discovery of fire
and metals.

[Sidenote: DISCOVERY OF FIRE.]

Some of the Greek mythologists say that Prometheus stole fire from
heaven. The more prosaic fact is, that fire was first discovered
by means of lightning, which set fire to the forests, and thus
revealed to mankind a new element in nature. It is probable that
our first parents in the garden of Eden had no knowledge whatever
of this element, or of the metals, or even of implements of wood or
stone. Consequently the enthusiastic artist of the middle age, who
drew a picture of Adam and Eve standing in front of a fire to warm
themselves, and represented Eve holding a knife in her hand, with
which she was cutting slices from the fatal apple to give to the
waiting Adam, was guilty of anachronism.

There are other conjectures of the discovery of fire, but they are
purely conjectures. Fire may have been known from the earliest ages,
through volcanic eruptions and streams of lava.

People who lived far away from volcanos may have discovered it from
the spontaneous combustion of wood after hot and dry summers, or of
masses of weeds and rubbish thrown together, and forming peculiar
chemical combinations. It is possible that other people may have
discovered fire by means of flint, or they may have obtained it by
rubbing two pieces of dried wood against each other, according to the
practice of the present day among many savage people.

At any rate, it is probable that the discovery of fire led to that of
metals. Fires built against certain rocks may have calcined them, and
caused the metals which they contained to be fused together. By some
it is thought that the first metal discovered was gold, which existed
in the sands of the streams, and would naturally attract attention by
its shining appearance.

Even if gold were the earliest discovery, it exercised no great
influence on the civilization of the human race; but it was otherwise
with the discovery of the commoner metals. From the time these were
known, the human race made rapid progress, and written history began
with them.

The discovery of copper and tin preceded that of bronze, which is an
alloy of these two metals. Copper may have been discovered in its
natural state, or in combination with other substances, which could
easily be removed by the action of fire. The metal was soft and easily
fashioned, but there are many purposes which it could not be made to
answer. The localities where this metal was first discovered are not
positively known. Some contend that it came from India, while others
give credit to that part of England known at the present time as
Cornwall.

[Sidenote: THE AGE OF BRONZE.]

The alloy of copper and tin for the formation of bronze grew into very
rapid use, and it was made of various degrees of hardness, according
to the purpose for which it was intended. Wedges, knives, axes, saws,
fish-hooks, ploughshares, picks, and a thousand other implements for
the uses of peace or of war, were made of bronze. It could be melted
and cast in moulds, or it could be hammered and fashioned at the will
of the smith. With bronze the art of moulding began. Bronze was used
for money. It was cast into utensils for kitchens, and parlors, and
other apartments of dwellings. It was fashioned into statuary, and
sometimes into statuary of a very vulgar character. Weapons were made
of it, such as the heads of arrows, lances, and javelins, swords,
shields, and helmets; while it was useful in peace, it was likewise
useful in war. A French writer has said, “The art of killing one
another will advance at the same time as all the other arts.”

Lead, silver, and quicksilver were discovered about the same time as
copper. A long period may have elapsed after the discovery of bronze
before that of iron. Doubtless this was in a great measure because
bronze supplied all the requirements of the arts of peace as well
as of war, and would naturally precede iron, because it was more
readily and easily worked. The reduction of iron ore has always been
a delicate process, and is attended with more or less difficulty. A
strong current of air was required to give sufficient heat to melt the
iron. It is quite likely that the first blast furnace was made from
the hollow trunk of a tree containing a piston, moving up and down
like that of an ordinary pump. This method is still in use among the
Malays and the African <DW64>s. While the Polynesians are still in the
stone period, the Malays and <DW64>s are just entering the first cycle
of the iron period.

Some of the philosophers suggest that this is by the desire of the
Ruler of the universe, in order to guide the civilized man of to-day
in the study of the early history of his race.

[Sidenote: THE AGE OF IRON.]

For a long time iron was only used in its malleable form. The
discovery of cast iron was not a prime necessity, since its place
was well supplied by bronze. Historians tells us that cast iron was
discovered about the time of the invention of gunpowder. It was used
for making shot, and afterwards for making the guns by which the shot
were projected. The English were the first to adopt them, and tried
them against the French in the battle of Crécy, about the middle of
the fourteenth century.

Step by step furnaces were constructed, and almost every decade
witnessed some kind of improvements in their management. Then came the
invention by which steel could be manufactured on a large scale. The
rapid increase in the use of iron dates, as before stated, from the
general use of mineral coal.

Pages could be covered with details of the uses of iron and steel.
The production and consumption of these metals amount to millions of
tons annually, yet the demand never exceeds the supply. They are fast
replacing timber and stone for many uses, and they are substituted for
bronze in ornamental castings. No tools or weapons can be made without
them. They constitute parts of nearly all machinery; and turn where we
will,—wherever civilized men are to be found,—we shall see iron and
steel occupying prominent places.

[Sidenote: COUNTRIES THAT PRODUCE IRON.]

Deposits of metals are found in all parts of the globe. Great Britain
is rich in lead, and tin, and iron, and in some localities gold has
been discovered. She furnishes other countries with some of her
metals, and those which she does not find in sufficient quantities for
her own wants she brings from abroad. Many of the metallic ores of
other countries are sent to England to be smelted and reduced. On the
continent of Europe there are copper mines, silver mines, iron mines,
and mines of nickel, zinc, and tin. Some of the deposits of metallic
ores are very great. In one place in Swedish Lapland there is a hill
rising out of the swampy ground, where there are veins of iron ore,
some of them two hundred feet in thickness. Belgium, in proportion
to her size, produces more iron than England. Along the valley of
the Rhine and its tributaries there are rich deposits of the various
metals, some of them of great extent. Russia is rich in mines; and
as we go from European to Asiatic Russia, we find that the richness
continues.

France has large supplies of iron, and on a small scale she possesses
the other metals. In Spain there is great mineral wealth, and some of
the mines of that country have been exploited for thousands of years.
The most celebrated quicksilver mine in the world is that of Almaden,
situated in Spain; and it has been continually worked for three
thousand years. Until the discovery and working of the New Almaden
quicksilver mine, in California, the famous mine of Spain controlled
the quicksilver market of the globe. In Northern Italy there are many
districts rich in metallic ores. Throughout Asia, from the Arctic to
the Indian Ocean, there are mines of all the metals, some of them of
great richness. Mining industry in that part of the world is still in
its infancy, and great discoveries and great progress may be looked
for within the next hundred years.

In Africa, as well as in Asia, there are rich mineral deposits, though
comparatively little is known about them. The new world is not behind
the old in its mineral wealth. Every known mineral substance is found
here; and there are evidences that the mines were worked thousands of
years before Columbus made his famous voyage across the Atlantic. Some
of the largest metallic veins in the world are in America.

Mexico, Peru, and other Spanish settlements on this side of the globe
are almost unparalleled in richness. California alone has furnished an
immense amount of gold to the hard money circulation of the world, and
is destined to furnish still more.

[Sidenote: SILVER IN AMERICA.]

Nevada and the territories lying around it have a wealth of silver
unknown, and doubtless inexhaustible. The copper mines of Lake
Superior have become famous throughout the world; and the iron mines
of the great Mississippi valley and the Atlantic <DW72> may yet supply
the world with the most useful and most generally needed metals.

Probably the richest mines yet known are those situated on the famous
Comstock lode, in Nevada.

From 1862 to 1865, including both these years, the mines on that lode
yielded about forty-eight millions of dollars, and since that time the
return has averaged more than twenty millions of dollars annually.
The produce of silver from the Comstock vein is about one fourth of
the entire amount furnished by all the silver mines in the world. It
exceeds the aggregate produce of all European countries, and equals
that of the entire western coast of South America.

A French engineer, who visited Nevada some years ago, wrote of it as
follows:—

“Its extraordinary productiveness has made the Washoe region more
famous for its mineral wealth than many places where silver ores have
been found, and mined for centuries. It has attracted an enormous
civilized population. It has built cities in the desert, and roads
across high mountain ranges, accelerated the union by steam of the
Atlantic and Pacific coasts of America, created a new branch of mining
industry in the Pacific states, and given successful employment to
large amounts of capital.”

The original mine of the Comstock vein is known as the Gould and
Curry. It originally belonged to two men whose names it bears. Gould
sold out his share for a pair of blankets and a bottle of whiskey.
Curry disposed of his interest for a horse and two thousand dollars.
One of the mines on the same vein was bought one day for two thousand
dollars, and six weeks afterwards was sold for nine hundred thousand.
Some of the most remarkable mining speculations ever known in the
history of the world have occurred in Nevada.

A long story could be told of the various countries of the world,
and of the productions for which they are famous; but it is hardly
necessary in this place, and very likely would become tedious.
Scarcely any part of the globe can be mentioned where some mineral of
value is not found, and the various substances seem to be distributed
in such a way as to develop intimate relations among the various
members of the human family, and to draw nations nearer and nearer to
each other.

[Sidenote: MINERAL EXCHANGES.]

England exchanges her iron and coal for the produce of other nations.
Spain sends her quicksilver. Chili sends her copper. Mexico and Peru
send their silver, and receive in return the articles which they need,
and other nations can spare. Other countries send their minerals to
distant markets, and receive in return the products of the countries
where those markets exist. America, with her mines, is comparatively
in a state of infancy; but the day will come—and it is not far
distant—when she will be the great supplying centre of a large portion
of the globe.




LXIV.

DIAMOND AND OTHER SWINDLES.

     THE GREAT DIAMOND SWINDLE OF 1872.—HOW IT WAS
     ORGANIZED.—MAGNIFICENT PLANS OF THE SWINDLERS.—PLANTING A DIAMOND
     FIELD.—HOW THE FRAUD WAS EXPOSED.—A NEAT SWINDLE ATTEMPTED IN
     SAPPHIRES.—HOW IT WAS DISCOVERED.—A MYTHICAL COPPER MINE.—FATE OF
     THE SWINDLER.


The great diamond swindle of California will probably go down in
history as one of the most magnificent frauds of this or any other
age. There are some facts about the matter which have not yet been
given to the public. When the operators first started their “plant,”
they went to New York, and endeavored to enlist capitalists in that
city. A friend of mine was thrown into contact with them, and from him
I learned the points. They wanted half a million dollars for their
claim. He looked at the diamonds, which appeared to be genuine, and he
was allowed to apply the usual test of rubbing with steel files and
with emery. They stood the test, and he offered to put ten thousand
dollars into the scheme. Another friend (a friend of my friend)
came forward, and as he had some money to spare, he was allowed to
investigate the business; the twain were prepared with more files and
emery, and they rubbed more of the diamonds.

The test was going on satisfactorily, when my friend, whom I will
call Sharpley, happened to lay hold of a stone that yielded to the
hard substances against which it was brought. Sharpley tried another
side of it, and again it yielded. He was handling a piece of common
crystal, and not a diamond, and his eyes were beginning to open. He
became inquisitive enough for a son of Paul Pry, and the result of his
questioning was, that he didn’t put his money into the speculation.
Straightway he sought his friend, and actually found him arranging
to draw the check that would have made him a twenty thousand dollar
stockholder in the great diamond mine of Arizona.

[Sidenote: DISCOVERING A FRAUD.]

Sharpley talked to him like a Dutch uncle, and with some difficulty
induced him to withhold the money for the present. I say with
difficulty, for Sharpley’s friend had become as enthusiastic over
the diamonds as a damsel of sixteen over her first beau, and was
determined to go in anyhow. He half suspected that Sharpley wanted
to keep others out so that he could get more stock for himself, and
subsequently, when the stock was all taken, he upbraided Sharpley for
keeping him out. He does not upbraid much now, but, on the contrary,
quite the reverse. When the exposure came out, he thought how his
twenty thousand dollars had been saved, and remembered that Sharpley
had been the cause of its salvation. He sent a basket of the best
champagne to Sharpley’s office, and it was while drinking a glass of
the beverage that its recipient told me of his diamond experience.

“It was one of the best laid plants I ever saw,” said Sharpley, “and
if it had not been for stumbling on that piece of crystal, I might
have been taken in. They tried to explain to me that the crystal got
in there by accident; but as they had previously told me that every
stone in the collection had been examined by an expert, I knew there
was a lie somewhere. They had a few rubies, which they claimed were
found in the same locality, or near them. I looked at them, and was
allowed to take one of them to a jeweller, who pronounced it genuine.
That night I overhauled my encyclopædia, and studied up the character
of diamonds and rubies.

“I found that the diamond consists of crystallized carbon, while the
ruby, sapphire, and all that class of gems, are crystallized alumina.
Next morning I went to one of the best geologists in New York, whom I
happened to know well, and asked him if crystals of carbon and alumina
could be found in the same locality.

[Sidenote: SCENE OF THE PLANT.]

“‘Most certainly not,’ was his reply. ‘Such a thing may be possible,
but I doubt it very much.’

“‘What would you say,’ I asked, ‘if a man showed you a diamond and a
ruby, and told you they were found side by side?’

“‘I should ask him if he knew the man that put them there; and if he
insisted that they were natural deposits, I should change the topic of
conversation for fear of saying something to wound his feelings.’

“I left the professor,” continued Sharpley, “and made up my mind to
have nothing to do with the speculation, although I confess I was
greatly puzzled. Apart from the statement of the geologist, and the
discovery of the crystal which first caused my suspicions, everything
appeared right enough. The parties were respectable, polite,
intelligent, and wanted a good price for their property, or rather for
half of it, as they only desired to obtain money to work their claim.
They would not reveal the locality of the discovery, as it was upon
unsurveyed ground, and they desired the passage of a bill by Congress
to confirm their title to it. The _mesa_, or diamond-bearing ground,
was minutely described, and was very much like the diamond-bearing
localities of Brazil and India. Professor Janin, a scientist of
repute, had been there, and staked his reputation on the genuineness
of the discovery. He was sworn to secrecy, in order that there should
be no jumping of the claim by the adventurous fellows who abound on
the frontier, and to keep off everybody, in fact, until the proper
title was secured, and the company was ready to go to work. Several
persons who had investigated the matter as extensively as they could,
were convinced of its correctness, and were ready to invest.

“Furthermore, the operators were anxious to get the claim to their
land, and spent money to get it. General McClellan, Samuel Barlow,
and others went into the operation, and you may be sure they don’t
risk their money unless things appear pretty certain. McClellan,
Barlow, and the rest, whom I will call the New York party for the sake
of convenience, offered four hundred thousand dollars for the half
interest, and had the money ready to put up. I surely expected the
‘planters’ would take this and clear out, as they would then make a
handsome profit on the speculation. But they refused it, and, as they
could get no more, they took up their bags of diamonds and went away.
This again made the thing look genuine, and I was more puzzled than
ever. I began to wish I had put in my money, and it was then that my
friend, whose champagne I am drinking, blew me up for dissuading him
from investing. I soothed him, and we determined to keep our mouths
shut, and wait for what would turn up.

[Sidenote: HOW THE NEW YORKERS WERE CAUGHT.]

“Well, to shorten up the story, the planters went to San Francisco
and got Ralston, and the rest of them to go in. When the company was
organized, the New York party began to regret not having taken the
thing at half a million, and they felt so bad about it that they asked
the Ralston crowd to let them in on the bed rock organization. They
urged the time, money, and influence they had used to get the grant
from the government, and begged so hard that Ralston’s party finally
gave them a chance. They won’t tell how much they lost, but I think
there were five of them stuck for about twenty thousand apiece. There
were other small fry, but they were not of much account.

“Now, there is another thing that hasn’t come out yet, but I am sure
it will one of these days. There is a rich deposit of diamonds on this
continent of North America, and some of the stones which have been
exhibited came from it. Some of the diamonds used in getting up this
plant were bought in London, and came from Brazil and South Africa,
but there were others that certainly came from no diamond fields yet
known. At least that is what some of the experts say, and if all the
parties interested in the purchase of the Arizona mines,—I do not
mean those who sold, but those who bought the half interest from the
swindlers,—if all these parties were catechized searchingly, I have
reason to believe that some of them would or could tell something
that would be quite as startling as the original story of diamonds in
Arizona. They had already taken steps to secure this new locality
before the Arizona swindle was exposed, and had it not been for the
sudden death of a gentleman connected with the negotiations, the
business would have been completed ere this. The negotiations were
hindered by his death, and it may be months before they are completed;
but you can certainly look for a revelation some time in 1873 of great
interest concerning diamond fields of wonderful wealth.”

[Illustration: DREAM OF A DIAMOND SWINDLER.]

“Why,” I asked, “did not the Arizona swindlers get up their
speculation on the real diamond fields of which you speak? They could
have made more money, and avoided the stigma of dishonesty which they
must bear as long as they live.”

[Sidenote: A RICH MESA SOMEWHERE.]

“Simply because the swindle was much the easier thing. The real
fields are practically inaccessible, except to a large and well-armed
party, and under the sanction of another government than our own. A
concession to hold and work them must be obtained, and this would take
a long time. I will say this and no more—that they are north of the
Isthmus of Darien, and are not in the United States. You may guess
about their locality as much as you like, but for the present I can
say nothing more. You see it was much easier to get up an excitement
about Arizona or Colorado, and turn it into money, than to wait and
work on the genuine enterprise. Men are not generally inclined to
dishonesty unless they can make something by it.”

So endeth what I have to say about the diamond swindle.

Some other transactions of a kindred sort have come to my knowledge,
and they may properly be told in this connection. A few years ago
I was interested in the study of crystallizations, and made some
experiments in the laboratory of a chemical friend. We tried a long
time to get up rubies and sapphires, and followed the processes of
Ebelman and Gaudin as closely as possible. Artificial crystals of
alumina have been produced, but they have always been so small as to
require a microscope for their discovery, and any attempt to color
them has failed. In the course of our experiment we came in contact
with a scientific gentleman of considerable repute. He assisted us
in some of our efforts, but we never succeeded in them, not even
producing the smallest crystal. Finally, we gave up the enterprise,
and turned our attention to something else.

Three or four months later I met this scientist, Professor Blank, in
the corridor of the Astor House. He was delighted to see me, and said
he had called two or three times on business of importance, which he
could only explain at his rooms.

We made an appointment for that evening, and he went away.

I was on hand at the appointed hour, and, after carefully locking the
door, the professor became confidential.

[Sidenote: COUNTERFEIT SAPPHIRES.]

“You remember your experiments to produce sapphires,” he said, “and
you also remember that I took great interest in them. When you were
disheartened and gave up, I did not abandon hope, and at last I have
been rewarded. I have produced a perfect sapphire by following another
process from yours. You used alumina and boracic acid; I have been
using the same things, but have added another acid, and an oxide that
gives the color to the stone at the same time that it facilitates the
crystallization. Here is the result.”

As he spoke he opened a table drawer, and from a small box produced
three beautiful stones. Apparently they were sapphires of correct
shape, color, and density, and worth a great deal of money. They
reflected the gas light, and for a short time I saw a fortune before
me. When I had examined them thoroughly and placed them on the
table, the professor continued: “Now, these are sapphires made in my
laboratory—just as Nature has made them in hers. They are of the same
material as the natural sapphire, and a man can sell them for genuine
stones and not be guilty of any fraud.”

I assented to his proposition.

“Here is a fortune in my secret; but to make the secret available, it
is necessary to proceed with great caution. The instant it is known
or suspected that the stones are made by an artificial process, the
market will be ruined. I have thought the whole thing over, and
determined upon a plan. We will form a small company, the fewer men
in it the better, and fit up a laboratory in connection with a tin
shop, or something of the sort. The shop will be a blind to prevent
suspicion, and the laboratory can be in the rear, where we will
pretend to have a new process for soldering tin. When the stones are
made, we can put them on the market slowly, and sell them just fast
enough to prevent getting up a panic.”

[Sidenote: A MAGNIFICENT SCHEME.]

He went on with the details of his scheme, which was plausible enough,
only it was a trifle too large. Had he been an adventurer, I should
have suspected him at once; but here was a scientific gentleman, whose
name was on the title page of a book that had been received as an
authority, and, so far as I knew, his reputation was without blemish.
I was captivated by the brilliancy of the enterprise, and readily
consented to join him and bring the matter to the attention of some
of my friends. He wanted about twenty thousand dollars for a share in
the secret, and as capital wherewith to set up and stock his proposed
laboratory. To wind up the evening and leave me fully convinced, he
opened a crucible, which, he averred, he had that afternoon taken from
the furnace and laid away to cool. From the black mass of slag at the
bottom he extracted a couple of sapphires, smaller than the ones he
had previously shown me, but as perfect in every way as the others. My
mind was nearly but not quite made up. I asked the privilege of taking
one of these latest sapphires, and also one of the others, to show to
a friend whom I wished to join me in the speculation.

The professor consented, with the injunction that I must not reveal
the secret of their manufacture, and that I should be very cautious
about exciting the suspicion of any outsider as to their artificial
character. “We must be very careful,” said he, “not to let the dealers
know that the stones are not dug from the ground, like all others
in the market. They are in every respect the same, but the question
of demand and supply tells more readily on precious stones than on
anything else that men deal in.”

[Sidenote: FINDING A CLUE.]

Next morning I jumped into an omnibus and rode down town. I went to a
lapidary on John Street, with whom I had a slight acquaintance, and at
once showed him my sapphires. He looked at them just an instant, and
asked what I wanted to know about them. I asked what he called those
stones.

“Well,” he replied, with a smile, “they are very good imitations of
sapphires.”

“Imitations!”

“Yes, imitations; I ought to know, for I made them myself.”

A gigantic flea at that instant—a flea as large as an elephant—entered
my right ear, and jumped about like a schoolboy exercising across a
gutter. The lapidary continued, that he made the stones to order, and
three others at the same time, about a month before, but declined to
tell me for whom they were made. They were made of strass, a fine
article of glass, consisting mainly of potash, oxide of lead, borax,
and silex. Nearly all artificial gems are made of strass, and the
colors are obtained by adding certain oxides while the substance is in
a state of fusion. Diamonds, sapphires, rubies, and amethysts, made
of strass, may deceive a novice, and even be made so skilfully as to
require a careful test before deciding on their character; but you can
no more sell them for genuine to a regular dealer than you can make a
butcher buy a poodle under the belief that it is a bull-dog.

I returned the gems to the professor that evening, with the brief
explanation that my friend was averse to a speculation on account of
a lack of funds, and that an unexpected development had rendered it
impossible for me to invest. He did not press for an explanation, and
we separated with mutual regrets.

Another time a man who had been for several years on the Pacific coast
came to New York, and lived a month or two at my hotel, without any
appearance of business. I formed an acquaintance with him one day at
the table, and found that he was a good talker, and well informed on
mining matters. Our acquaintance ran on a week or so, and one day he
invited me to his room, and showed me some specimens of copper ore.
They were of wonderful richness, and while I was looking at them he
explained that he knew where there was a vein six feet wide and a half
a mile long of just such ore. He said it in the most careless way
imaginable, and remarked that he thought he had about as good a thing
as there was going.

[Sidenote: A BOGUS COPPER MINE.]

I thought so, too; and after a few minutes’ conversation we separated.
Nothing more was said for several days, when finally he asked if
I knew anybody who would like to join him in working the mine and
sharing the profits. There was more than he wanted for himself, and
he would like to be relieved of the trouble of looking after it. The
mine was on the Colorado River, in Lower California, and was a very
easy one to work. I took some of his samples of ore, and showed them
to a speculating friend, who said, “This is a wonderfully rich ore,
and there is no end of money in it, if he is talking the truth. It is
worth looking into, but we must be cautious.”

Ten of us formed a company, and agreed to pay him a hundred thousand
dollars for a half interest in the mine, if it turned out as he
represented. He described it minutely, over and over again, and his
story appeared perfectly plausible. He was ready to go there with
any of us, show us the property, and satisfy us that he had told the
truth. We sent one of our number to California with him, and at San
Francisco a couple of gentlemen, to whom we had written, joined the
twain, and made a party of four to go to the copper mine. All the way
he talked about the mine—from New York to San Francisco, and from
the latter city to the Colorado River. Several copper mines had been
opened in that region, and he spent a day escorting the party among
the reduction works of these companies. Up the banks of the river he
led them about twenty miles from the last of these mines, and then
acknowledged that the whole thing was a deception, and that he had no
mine to sell.

The two Californians proposed shooting him on the spot; but the New
Yorker had a prejudice against shedding blood, and persuaded his
friends to let the scoundrel escape. He did not return with them, and
he never reappeared in New York; but he did turn up in San Francisco,
where he sold for ten thousand dollars (and obtained the money for
it), a quarter interest in a mine to which he had no more title than I
have to a township in the moon. He was a plausible wretch, and could
look you straight in the eye while telling a lie as big and as plump
as the swelled head of an Irishman the morning after a wake.

[Sidenote: SHOT BY MISTAKE.]

I believe he was subsequently mistaken for a coyote, and shot by a
miner whose claim he had been endeavoring to steal and sell. The miner
regretted the mistake, or, at all events, said that he was sorry that
somebody else had not made the mistake, and made it earlier.




LXV.

PERQUISITES.

     CURIOSITIES OF COMMERCIAL TRANSACTIONS.—PAYING COMMISSIONS IN
     EUROPE.—FUNNY EXPERIENCES.—SPREAD OF THE CUSTOM IN AMERICA.—HOW
     CONTRACTS ARE OBTAINED AND PAID FOR.—COMMISSIONS TO TRADESMEN AND
     OTHERS.—CURIOUS FEATURES OF THE PIANO TRADE.


American travellers in Europe frequently express astonishment at the
commission system which prevails there among all classes of people.
From the moment you land on European soil till the moment you leave
it, you are the subject, or rather the object, of commissioners of
every possible variety. I do not refer to the parties who expect and
require you to pay money for direct services, but to those who make
money out of you in an indirect way. You step on the dock at Liverpool
or Havre, and an officious porter takes you in charge, and hands you
over to a cabman. You pay the porter for his services, and think
that the money you give him is all he receives. Not a bit of it. The
cabman gives the porter a commission on the money which you pay for
your ride, and very often this commission is a heavy one. Instances
have come to my knowledge wherein the porter or servant engaging a
carriage was paid twenty-five per cent. of the fare; and I once looked
from a doorway in Rome, and saw the cabman give my _valet de place_
exactly half the money which the former had received from me; and I
had paid him only a few cents above the regular tariff. The couriers,
or travelling servants, receive a commission on the hotel bills of
the tourists whom they accompany, and also a commission on nearly
all their bills of whatever sort. If you make purchases in shops,
it will very likely make a difference of five or ten per cent. in
your bills whether you are accompanied by a courier or valet. Some of
these fellows are constantly urging you to go to shops where you are
likely to buy something, and very ingenious are the devices by which
they wheedle you, or endeavor to wheedle you, into buying something.
The shrewdest of them pretend to be your friends, and take your part
with a great deal of vigor. I have in mind a valet that a party of us
hired, one day, to show us the sights in the vicinity of Naples. We
thought he was a capital fellow, as he was exceedingly earnest in his
efforts to save us from the grasp of the swindlers. There were many
sights to be seen, and consequently many fees to be paid; and he took
especial care that we did not pay too much. A custodian would demand
four francs for admitting the party to the special curiosity in his
charge. “Two francs is the proper charge,” our conductor would say;
and if the custodian persisted in his outrageous demand, our guardian
would threaten to erect a dormer window on him. We, of course, would
pay the two francs, and rejoice that we had not been defrauded. We
learned, next day, that one franc would have been sufficient, and that
the extra franc was divided between the custodian and our valet. He
made a nice day’s work of it, as he received, in addition to his hire
and commissions, a present of five francs from us for his fidelity.
When we returned to the city, he took us to a coral store, but
declined to enter, as he feared the proprietor would take advantage of
us on account of his presence, and charge an extra sum, on pretence of
expecting to pay commission. We learned afterwards that this was one
of the tricks of the trade. It made us more willing to purchase, as it
threw us off our guard; and no doubt the storekeeper and the valet had
a laugh over the circumstance when the latter received his commission.
For ways that are dark, and for tricks that are not in vain, commend
me to a courier or a _valet de place_ in Europe.

[Sidenote: TRICKS UPON EUROPEAN TRAVELLERS.]

[Sidenote: REGULATING SWINDLES.]

Sometimes this universal practice of giving commissions leads to
funny experiences on the part of travellers. In 1867, the year of
the Exposition, it was my fortune to be in Paris, and to see the
capital in its gayest and most prosperous times. Every Parisian, in
whatever business engaged, was counting upon making a fortune, or, at
all events, upon laying a broad and solid foundation for it. Prices
were exorbitant; trade was brisk, and money was plenty. For had not
the foreigners come from all parts of the globe, with abundance of
cash, which they were scattering as the farmer scatters the grain he
sows? The police came to the relief of the much-defrauded public; but
though they regulated the cabmen and other public personages, they
could not regulate the shop-keepers. Merchants would coolly demand
a hundred francs for an article worth no more than twenty, and when
you taxed them with an attempt to swindle, they explained that they
must live, and that rents were very high. One day I found a small
spot of grease on my hat, and stepped into a hat store close by the
Grand Hotel. The shopman examined the hat for at least a minute, and
then sent for the foreman of the work-room. The latter came, and the
twain held a solemn consultation, that resulted in a proposition to
eradicate the obnoxious grease if they could have three days’ time,
and at an expense of twelve francs. I declined, and walked out. The
same afternoon, at a small hat store in the Latin Quarter, the stain
was removed inside of ten minutes, by the use of a hot iron; and the
whole work cost but half a franc.

[Sidenote: AN AMUSING EXPERIENCE.]

There were lots of Americans in Paris at that time, and the most of
them did not know enough French to swear in, much less to make a
purchase, or order a breakfast. They used to fall upon such of us
as knew the language, and compel us to act the part of valets in
accompanying them on shopping tours. Very soon we were utterly sick of
this amusement, and used to invent all sorts of excuses to be rid of
it. One day I had some fun that lasted me a week at least, and was a
standing joke, which several of my friends enjoyed hugely. A gentleman
and lady of my acquaintance induced me to accompany them to a shop
on the _Rue de la Paix_, where I was to act as their interpreter in
some projected purchases. I was the go-between in the transaction, and
faithfully rendered the English of the patrons into the French of
the shop-keeper, and _vice versâ_. The purchases amounted to nearly
three hundred francs; the goods were wrapped, and the money was paid
over. My friends were taking a final glance into the show-cases on one
side of the shop, while I was looking at something on the other side,
and holding, by accident, my open hand on the counter. The shopman
slipped a twenty-franc piece into my hand. His action surprised me for
an instant; but I speedily comprehended the situation, closed upon
the coin, and then took a sly glance at it. “_Dix francs encore_,”
I demanded, in a whisper, and shook my head. There was a look of
expostulation on the face of the merchant; but I repeated my demand,
and received the extra ten francs. We left the shop, and I kept the
occurrence to myself until evening, when I narrated it, in the _café_
of the Grand Hotel, to a little group which included the gentleman
whom I had accompanied. He was boasting of the cheapness with which
he bought his articles that day, and recommended the shop as the most
honest one in Paris. Then I came out with my story, and produced
the identical money received from the dealer in _bijouterie_. The
champagne which was bought with those thirty francs proved to be a
very good article, but somewhat high priced, though no more so than
the like material which my patron was obliged to purchase as soon as
my commission was expended. He did not hear the last of that affair
for some time, nor did I.

The foregoing is a prologue to a few remarks—rather a long prologue,
I admit—upon the fraud of this custom of giving commissions in
America. How long it has existed here, I do not know. Quite likely the
fellow who negotiated the sale of Manhattan Island for twenty-four
dollars, in the days of Hendrick Hudson, received a commission
for his services; and it may be that the ministers who surrounded
Ferdinand and Isabella, and persuaded them to listen to the daring
Genoese navigator, and favor his project for a new route to the
Indies, received a commission from Columbus as soon as the money for
equipping his fleet was secured from the king and queen. History
records that the Mayflower was very poorly equipped when she sailed
with the Pilgrims for Plymouth Rock, and that the contractors who
furnished her did not comply either with the letter or spirit of their
agreement. If the matter could be investigated, I have little doubt
we should find that the contractors were obliged to pay a commission
to somebody, and that they found it so heavy as to take away all
their profits, and compel them to the dreadful alternatives of being
dishonest or losing money by the operation. At any rate, this is
frequently the case nowadays, and I have known a man to be pressed so
sorely by the commission-seekers that he found a contract, originally
supposed to be very fat, to turn out so lean as to be no better than a
skeleton. Particularly is this so with matters connected with the city
government in New York.

[Sidenote: STORY OF THE TAMMANY RING.]

In the days of the Ring, a man would seek, we will say, a contract for
paving a certain number of streets. He would pay a member of the Board
of Aldermen to introduce a resolution authorizing the said pavement.
Then a committee would be appointed to investigate the matter, and
the committee would need something to help support their families,
and also to secure a favorable report. Next it would be necessary
to interview a sufficient number of the members to make a majority,
and then the resolution would go through. The same course would be
followed with the Board of Assistant Aldermen before the resolution
would become a law of the city, and enable the pavement to proceed.
And when the work is finished, there is trouble about getting the
money for it. First comes the inspector, who is to pronounce upon
the work, and say whether the terms of the contract have been met.
His salary is small, and his expenses are large. He is the head of
a numerous family, and is required to contribute to the success of
his political party; and such success requires money. A judicious
salve of greenbacks spread over the contract enables him to see as he
should see, and he reports favorably. Then come the Board of Audit,
Supervisors, and the like. They may not all need money; but there
are certain members and _attachés_ who are poor, but dishonest,
and are struggling manfully against the floods and storms of this
wicked and weary world. Delays are dangerous and vexatious, and to
secure expedition and favorable action, there is nothing so good as
money. And then there is the work of getting the money after the
payment has been ordered, and very often somebody in the financial
department of the city and county of New York will demand and receive
his commission. Then there are outside bills to persons of influence,
and when one has been settled, another and another will make its
appearance.

[Sidenote: UNDERCURRENTS OF CONTRACTS.]

I have made no fancy sketch. This is the history of many a
contract—probably of most of the contracts—with the city government
of New York in the past twenty-five years. And it is for this reason
that such exorbitant prices are paid for paving, street cleaning, and
all other city work; and it is for this reason that many contracts
which appear exceedingly profitable on their face, really furnish
little or no profit. I have known several men who had large contracts
on which they actually lost money, and I have in mind one who was
driven into bankruptcy by a contract out of which he expected to make
a large amount of money. He had calculated upon a shave of fifty
per cent., and made his terms accordingly. But his actual proceeds
were only twenty-two per cent. of the face of the contract, and even
for that amount he was compelled to wait so long that he could not
meet his outstanding bills, and became a financial wreck. Other city
governments may be bad, but I think none of them are equal to that
which has its scene of operations on Manhattan Island. I leave out
of the case altogether the forgeries and raised bills of the Ring
operators, and consider only those contracts which may be classed as
strictly legitimate.

[Sidenote: THE HOTEL-KEEPER AND ALDERMEN.]

There is a good little story which is told of a noted hotel-keeper,
whose name I will not mention, though there are dozens of New Yorkers
who can give it, and can vouch for the correctness of the narrative.
Some years ago there was a foreign embassy here, and the city
government showed many attentions to it. Our Boniface obtained from
the Board of Aldermen an order for a grand dinner to the embassy,
and a splendid affair it was. The bill was about three times what
it should have been; but Boniface was a good fellow, and agreed to
divide with the aldermen if they would put it through. They did so,
and, what was more, they ordered the immediate payment of the money.
It was paid; and Boniface sent word to the members who had befriended
him to come to the hotel at a certain hour, next day, and he would
do the handsome thing. They came promptly, every man of them, and
were assembled in one of the parlors. Boniface was among them, with a
greeting for everybody, and he poured out his wine in the most liberal
manner. He was a good talker, and kept them amused with his wine and
his stories for a full hour or more. But time was pressing, and some
of them hinted that they had better end the business, and separate.

“Don’t go yet,” said Boniface; “take some more wine.”

They took it, and hinted that they came for the divide.

“Take some more wine, boys; I’m going to do the handsome thing.”

“But that divvy, Bonny,” urged one of the party. “We can’t stay
longer, as we have a meeting this afternoon, and it is almost time for
it.”

“Boys,” said the hotel-keeper, “I’ve just ordered a basket of this
wine for each of you, and you will find it at your houses when you go
home.”

“Hang the wine! We want that money, and that’s what we came for.”

“Now, boys,” said Bonny, seating himself in an arm-chair, and smiling
till his mouth resembled the entrance to a railway tunnel, “I suppose
you’d call me a d—d skunk, if I went back on you, and didn’t hand over
a cent.”

“Of course we should,” said half a dozen, almost in unison; “but we
don’t think you’d do that.”

“Well, that’s just about the size of it,” he replied. “I’ve got the
money, and mean to keep it. You may have all the wine you want, but
I’m not going to corrupt you with money, and you may call me what you
d—n please. Have some more wine, boys; have some more wine.”

The boys were in no mood for drinking just then. They went away
sorrowing, and they all cursed him in all the epithets known to the
language. It is even said that they offered liberal premiums to
anybody who would invent fresh forms of swearing, so that they could
speak their minds fairly. Common profanity wouldn’t do.

[Sidenote: AN UNDERTAKING COMMISSION.]

Few persons have any idea of the extent of this commission business
in ordinary affairs. I mean those unconnected with politics. It would
be difficult to name any branch of business where commissions are not
paid to somebody. Lawyers give commissions to those who send them
clients; doctors pay those who recommend them to patients; grocers,
butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers pay commissions to those who
send them patronage; tailors, milliners, haberdashers, confectioners,
florists, bar-keepers, taverners—in fact, nearly all persons who
buy, or sell, or fill orders, are obliged to pay commissions to
somebody. Railway companies, steamship companies, and dozens of other
corporations—reputed to be without souls—pay commissions, and will
continue to pay them to the end of time. Even undertakers are not
exempt. I know of two cases wherein they have paid for the business
which came to them, and have heard of several others. One that was
told me a few weeks ago was as follows: A woman in a fashionable
boarding-house died suddenly, and her husband asked the landlady to
send for an undertaker. She did so, and the job proved a good one,
as the bereaved husband was possessed of considerable money, and
wished to do the thing up in style. He told the undertaker to make
the funeral a swell one, and not to stand on expense. The undertaker
obeyed orders, and the affair was the envy of the remaining boarders
in the house. A day or two after the payment of the bill, the landlady
called at the coffin shop, and quietly hinted that a death in a
house is a sad thing, especially in a boarding-house. The undertaker
assented, and without further parley drew a check for fifty dollars,
which consoled the unhappy matron, and turned her sorrow into delight.
When another boarder dies she will not forget this slight testimonial
of the undertaker’s respect and esteem.

[Sidenote: TAILORS AND THE BILLS THEY PAY.]

Many a nice young man about town is clothed free of expense by
fashionable tailors who have an eye to business, and know it is to
their advantage to keep the much viewed swells in fine garments.
Grocers, butchers, bakers, and all men of their ilk, pay commissions
to house servants much oftener than their employers imagine. The
custom has become very general in New York in the past few years,
and in some households the wages of the servants are the smallest
part of their incomes. On New Year’s day the grocers send presents
to the servants, generally a bottle of whiskey or gin to each cook
or kitchen maid, and the result is, that, in a good many houses, the
servants below stairs, on the first day of January, are quite as
drunk as the majority of the visitors and entertainers in the parlors
above. At the railway and steamboat landings, the hackmen frequently
pay commissions to the policemen who allow them good places in the
line, and do not press them to move on. Policemen, by the way, make
a great many commissions—when their consciences are flexible—from
gin-shops, gambling-houses, and other establishments which may as well
be nameless, and in the same way hotel clerks and hackmen are enabled
to add materially to their regular incomes. The hotel clerks come in
for commissions on the tailors, and the same is the case with others
who come in contact with strangers. For example, there is a tailor
in New York who is understood to have friendly relations with one of
the consulates,—I don’t mean with the consul, but with some of the
subordinates. When a foreign traveller drops into this consulate, and
says, “I want some clothes, you know, and I want to know, you know,
where I can find a good tailor, you know,” some one is moved to say,
“My dear fellow, you know, go to ——‘s; here’s his card; awful nice
tailor, you know; will just suit you, my boy.” The traveller goes,
and remarks to the tailor that they told him at the consulate that
this was the place. Is it anybody’s business if somebody gets the
handsome thing done for him?

[Sidenote: INTRODUCTION TO GAMBLERS.]

There is one trick in the business which has been adopted by many
people, but the point of it is rarely seen by the victim. It is that
of giving a letter of introduction by way of holding a tighter grip
on the party to be skinned, and also of avoiding a dispute as to the
validity of the claim for a commission. Jones, from the country, is
stopping at the Bangup Hotel, and asks the clerk to direct him to a
good, respectable gambling-house, or something of the sort, as he
is a stranger in town, and doesn’t know the ropes. Clerk tells him,
for instance, that Heenan’s or Morrissey’s is just what he wants,
and draws from his pocket a card, on which is printed the name of
the clerk of the Bangup. Then he writes on the back thereof, “This
is my particular friend, Mr. Jones: treat him kindly; show him every
attention, and charge it to me.” “Be sure and hand him this card,” the
clerk enjoins; “otherwise he won’t know you, and won’t show you any
more attention than anybody else.” Jones delivers the card, is treated
politely, and often leaves a hundred dollars or so in the house, and
is satisfied. So also is the clerk when he receives his share of the
proceeds.

A few years ago there were two hotels, one in New York, and the other
in a western city, which were run in a sort of half-way partnership.
Suppose you were a patron of the New York concern, and were about
going to the other city: mine host of Manhattan would say, “Let me
give you a letter to my cousin,” and forthwith he wrote a warm letter,
in which you were represented as a particular friend,—you will always
find a “particular” in the letter,—one of the best of men, a gentleman
in the true sense of that word, and one whose acquaintance would be an
honor of which the President of the United States and the Emperor of
Russia might be proud. You would be deserving the highest respect, and
should receive the very best the house could afford.

[Sidenote: A MODEL LETTER OF INTRODUCTION.]

You took the letter,—I have seen several of them,—and went to the
house named in it. I never knew anybody who received any special
courtesy in consequence, but he generally found his bill from twenty
to fifty per cent. higher than it would have been had he brought no
introduction. The two hotels played that game a long time before
travellers found them out, and it was astonishing how long it took to
discover the trick. A friend of mine once arrived here from the hotel
at the other end of the line. I met him at the dock, and urged him to
go to the house where I lived. “No,” said he, “I have a letter from ——
to his cousin here, and I am going to that hotel. Just look at that
letter.” I read the document, which was one of the most fulsome things
you ever saw, and would clearly entitle my friend to canonization. He
went to the hotel, was politely received, crammed into a room under
the eaves, and about as large as a cigar-box; could not get moved
lower down, though they promised every hour that they would transfer
him on the next; and after staying there four days, left in disgust,
with the additional affront of a bill, in which there were all real
and several erroneous extras at the highest possible or impossible
rates. The real wording of that letter should have been,—

“This is one of our patrons; stick him in anywhere, and charge him all
you can.”

[Sidenote: COMMISSIONS IN THE PIANO TRADE.]

I presume the business that pays more commissions than any other is
that of making and selling pianos. In the first place each large
establishment usually keeps a man to write its advertisements and look
after its business relations with the press and advertising mediums
generally. One manufacturer, a shrewd foreigner, is understood to
employ one of the musical critics, who not only prepares pamphlets
and advertisements, but devotes his criticisms as far as possible to
the interest of his master. Then, most of the distinguished pianists
who come here are each paid by some one of the manufacturers to toot
for his piano. If you look at the programmes of these piano concerts
and recitals, you will generally see a line announcing “The Muggins
piano is exclusively used at this concert, and recommended by Herr
Ivorypounder.” One pianist, now in this country, was brought here by
a piano maker who guaranteed forty thousand dollars for a six months’
tour; and another foreign pianist, now here, has a similar guarantee
of twenty thousand. It is safe to say that half the noted foreign
pianists are imported by the piano makers, and that half the rest are
engaged and subsidized by the makers soon after they get here. Then,
most of the concert tours are backed by the piano men; and I know
several instances in which they have been directly organized by them.
They may lose money on the tour itself, but they make money out of
the extra sales of pianos. Then they are obliged to pay commissions
to music stores and to music teachers who recommend their wares and
effect sales, and frequently to persons totally unconnected with
musical matters, such as upholsterers, carpenters, and friends of the
families where pianos are bought. I know an instance wherein a man who
was paying attention to a young lady received two hundred and fifty
dollars from a piano dealer for turning the attention of his loved one
from the instrument of Stiggins to that of Wiggins. He accompanied her
to the store, where she made her purchase; her papa sent his check
next morning, and in the afternoon her dear Charles Augustus called
for and obtained his commission. And he is not the only society man,
by a long way, who makes something out of the piano dealers.

The daughter of a wealthy citizen not long ago wanted a piano, and
the wealthy citizen told her to select one. The house was undergoing
some repairs and alterations, and the carpenters and upholsterers
were at work there. Maria was taking music lessons, and appealed to
her teacher for advice; the latter recommended a Muggins, and in the
course of a week or so the piano was bought and sent home. The teacher
was suddenly called out of town, and did not visit Muggins until ten
or twelve days after the purchase. When he asked for his commission,
Muggins told him it was already paid.

“To whom?” was the question, with emphasis of astonishment.

“To Reps & Co., upholsterers.”

[Sidenote: TRICK OF REPS AND COMPANY.]

“What right had they to it?”

“They came here next day after the piano was sent home, and said they
were upholstering the house, and were consulted about a piano. They
recommended mine as specially adapted to the house, and said it was
bought through their influence. I paid them the commission. Since then
the carpenters have been here, and now you make the third applicant. I
am sorry it has happened so, but take a check for fifty dollars, and
whenever you influence another sale, let me know at once.”

The music teacher was badly sold, as it afterwards turned out that
Reps & Co. did not know a word about the piano till they saw it in the
house. Had he been as sharp as some others of his profession, he would
have notified each of the piano makers, as soon as Maria broached the
subject, that he was trying to sell his piano, and then, no matter
whose make she selected, he would have obtained his honestly earned
commission.




LXVI.

THE WIELICZKA SALT MINES.

     THE GREAT WIELICZKA SALT MINES, THE LARGEST IN THE WORLD.—THEIR
     HISTORY.—EXTENT AND PRODUCT.—DESCENT INTO AND EXPLORATION OF
     THEM.—WHAT IS TO BE SEEN.—MINERS AT WORK BLINDFOLDED.—WONDERFUL
     CHAMBERS.—GLOOM CONVERTED INTO SPLENDOR.—BANQUETS IN THE
     BOWELS OF THE EARTH.—THE INFERNAL LAKE.—HUMAN DEMONS.—AWFUL
     APPARITIONS.—EXTRAORDINARY NARRATIVES.


The Wieliczka salt mines in Galicia, Austrian Poland, are probably
the largest and most productive on the globe. They are generally
called the Cracow mines, though they are ten miles from the ancient
capital of Poland—perhaps because Wieliczka (pronounced _Vyalitchka_)
is so much harder for the tongue to master. They are connected with
the mines of Bohemia,—this town is some eighteen miles east of
Wieliczka,—and extend over a space two miles long, and nearly one mile
broad, with a depth varying from six hundred to eleven hundred feet.
The time of their discovery is unknown; but it is held that salt was
obtained from them in small quantities as early as the eighth century.
That they were worked in the beginning of the twelfth century, when
they belonged to Poland, there can be no manner of doubt. Less than
two hundred years later, they had grown so productive, that Casimir
the Great established rules respecting them. In 1656 they were ceded
to Austria, and twenty-seven years after recovered by John Sobieski.
Austria again obtained possession of them at the first dismemberment
of Poland, and has held them from 1772 to the present time, except
for the six years preceding 1815. They have been a great source of
wealth to the empire, and from them the Polish monarchs have drawn
their principal revenues. So important were they considered, that, at
each royal election, the Polish nobles stipulated that the salt of
Wieliczka should be furnished to them at cost. The mines have never
yielded so abundantly as at present; the annual product being, I have
understood, about six hundred thousand tons, which, at ten dollars
a ton—the usual market rate—creates a revenue of some six million
dollars. As many as fourteen or fifteen hundred men, and as many as
six or seven hundred horses, are generally employed in extracting the
salt, which is found in lenticular masses inclined at a high angle.
The salt varies very much in purity. Some of it, called _green salt_,
has six or seven per cent. of clay; another kind (_spiza_) is mixed
with sand, and the third and best sort (_szybik_) lies at the lower
levels in unadulterated and beautifully transparent crystals. The
Bohemian mines employ six or seven hundred workmen, and yield from
two hundred to two hundred and fifty thousand tons of salt yearly.
The figures I give, I obtained on the spot, and they may therefore be
regarded as accurate.

[Sidenote: ENTERING A SALT MINE.]

A few years ago I made a special journey from Vienna, in order to go
through the Wieliczka mines, in which I had felt a great interest
ever since the geography of my boyish days had introduced me to their
acquaintance. I had no trouble in procuring a ticket of admission at
the Château of Wieliczka; and, well supplied with kreuzers for the
workmen, I changed my clothes, and announced myself ready for the
descent. There are ten or twelve shafts, but I asked to enter by the
one the miners generally used. This is rather primitive,—material
improvements having been made in some of the others,—or rather the
means of descent are primitive. I was assigned to the charge of two
miners, who were as stout, and hardy, and grim-looking as if they had
toiled in the bowels of the earth—as no doubt they had—nearly all
their lives. They were provided with torches, and they handed me one,
at the same time showing me a place in the cap I had put on into which
I could thrust the torch for convenience in carrying it. At the top of
the shaft was a kind of windlass for letting us down, the construction
of which I did not examine. A long vertical iron bar was in the centre
of the shaft, and about this bar was a steel ring, to which iron
baskets or chairs were fastened by chains.

[Sidenote: DESCENDING IN DARKNESS.]

In these we took our seats, our legs hanging down, while we held to
the chains above. At a given signal, the steel ring slipped along
the bar, and we went smoothly and steadily down. The sensation very
closely resembled that of descending a well. The darkness of the
pit, which the feeble light of our torches made still darker, and
the flickering shadows lent a certain gloomy picturesqueness to our
perpendicular journey.

I might describe the anxiety and apprehension which I felt lest the
chains should break, or I should be thrown out of my narrow seat into
the great blackness below; but, as I did not have any such feeling,
and as I question seriously if men of nerve or experience have it
either, I will not try to render myself the hero of an imaginary
situation.

I had supposed we should go to the lowest depths of the mines, but
we stopped when we had descended four or five hundred feet, and got
out. I learned then that the mines were full of wooden bridges and
staircases by which the different levels were reached, and that by
these communication was kept up with distant quarters. Some of the
other shafts, as I was informed, are much deeper, requiring to be on a
level with the galleries where the excavations are working. I had been
taken down that particular one in order that I might see the entire
arrangement and construction of the mines.

[Illustration: DESCENDING THE SHAFT.]

[Illustration: CHAPEL.

SCENES IN THE GREAT WIELICZKA SALT MINES AT GALICIA AUSTRIA.]

[Sidenote: A TORTUOUS ROUTE.]

My guides were Poles; but I soon found that they spoke German, of
which I had sufficient knowledge to ask ordinary questions, and
understand the answers thereto. We set out on the second part of our
journey, one of my conductors in front, and one behind; each of us
carrying a torch in the left hand, at a forward point of elevation, so
as to furnish as much light as possible. We threaded several passages
which seemed to be veined with quartz, but which, on examination,
I discovered to be the green salt. We went over bridges, down
staircases, to the right and to the left, passing various chambers
and avenues, until my head became completely turned, and I could
not have retraced my way to save my soul. I observed, however, that
our general course was downward; and finally we arrived at a large
chamber, represented to be seven hundred feet below the surface. This
chamber had been abandoned because all the salt in the stratum had
been obtained; but it had been arranged like a chapel, containing an
altar, several crosses, and some images of saints, all made of rock
salt. When the light of the torches was reflected on these natural
objects, the effect was superb. The crystals glittered like diamonds,
and only a little imagination was needed to transform the rude vault
into an apartment of Aladdin’s palace.

After I had sufficiently admired the chapel, we resumed our excursion
over more bridges, down more steps, and through more passages,
until we came to what the guides termed a river. It was not a very
remarkable stream, reminding me, in its smallness, of the renowned
Rubicon, or the Manzenares, when the latter does not happen to be
altogether dry. Such as it was, however, we stepped into a rude little
boat and crossed over, where we were soon on another bridge, and
crawled down another staircase of the most rickety and tumble-down
description.

I was surprised that we had met so few workmen, and mentioned my
surprise to the stalwart fellows with me. They informed me that the
part of the mine through which we had passed had been worked out, and
that the miners had gone farther down, following the strata containing
the salt. In half an hour or less, we encountered a number of miners
hewing out a new passage. They were naked above the waist, and some
of them wore the garb of southern savages, the high temperature
rendering clothing uncomfortable, if not superfluous. They used picks
and crowbars, and, in the beginning of their excavations, would lie
down on their backs, and strike out the salt with their implements,
covering their eyes with pieces of leather, to prevent injury from the
falling fragments. It is not often that men can work well with their
eyes blinded, but there they succeeded better without seeing than with
seeing. As they increased the cavity to sufficient height, they stood
up and labored in the regular way.

There was now no lack of miners, who were visible on every hand,
delving hard, steadily, and silently. Their toil is excessively
monotonous and severe. As most of them have done nothing else, and as
they are densely ignorant, they are not tortured by brighter memories,
nor haunted by pictures of the possible. Their earnings are miserably
small—not more, I believe, on an average, than thirty to forty cents
a day, and working about twelve hours out of the twenty-four. Out of
these wages they usually have families to support; for it is as true
in Austria as in every other land, that extreme poverty incites to
marriage and prolific paternity.

[Sidenote: CROSSING UNDERGROUND RIVERS.]

The one so-called river which we had crossed was an introduction to a
number of others, all of them small, and more like pools than streams.
The two workmen generally pushed a little boat over with poles, though
they sometimes used oars very much in the same fashion as the Lethe
and the Styx in the Mammoth Cave are crossed. These pools or rivers
are formed by percolations of water through the strata, and in them
the miners have not unfrequently been drowned.

[Illustration: SALT DIGGING.]

[Illustration: IN THE WIELICZKA SALT MINES.]

Our onward progress soon brought us to a large open space—it must
have been a hundred feet high, and nearly two hundred in length and
breadth—called the Chamber of Letow; and about half a mile farther
is another of still greater dimensions, known as the Chamber of
Michelawic. These chambers, which were excavations, were decked out
in all the splendor of rock salt. There were chairs, candlesticks,
chandeliers, statues, thrones, columns, and altars composed of the
chief staple; and when lamps were lighted in the natural hall, the
rays of light were reflected from thousands of points, and the whole
interior shone in sparkling splendor. It recalled to my mind the
Crystal Saloon, as it is styled, in the New Palace at Potsdam, when it
is illuminated on some special occasion.

[Sidenote: A WONDERFUL SCENE.]

I had brought with me from Cracow some small fireworks, such as red
lights, serpents, and Catharine wheels, for the purpose of burning
them in the mines; and this was evidently one of the places for their
use. I handed some of them to the guides, and in a few seconds the
cavern, more than eight hundred feet under ground, was ablaze with
different colors, and showers of radiance. To produce a greater
effect, all the lights were extinguished, and then another pyrotechnic
exhibition began. The result was marvellous. One would have imagined
that the moon, and stars, and sun, had all burst through the earth,
that divided us from the upper air, and were gleaming and flashing
under our very eyes. The rock salt was as so many prisms, revealing
all the lines of the rainbow, and coruscating like a vault studded
with jewels.

Such glorious radiance I had never witnessed under ground, nor had
I deemed such radiance possible there. The extraordinary contrast
between the pitchy darkness and the magnificence of the illumination
can hardly be expressed in words. It was as a sudden plunge from a
Memphian night into a tropical noon, and the first effect was almost
blinding. I have witnessed, in my time, numberless exhibitions of
fireworks on a grand scale, but none of them furnished so splendid a
spectacle as the few pieces burned in the depths of Wieliczka. So much
for accessories. Rock salt has its æsthetic as well as material uses;
and, confronted with common lamps and common fireworks, it assumes
the beauties of Dreamland and the shining glories which theological
rhapsodists have associated with the Celestial Kingdom.

The Chamber of Michelawic is consecrated, I was told, to St. Anthony,
and I think the saint would show his much boasted power,—not to speak
of his kindness,—if he would relieve the poor devils who so implicitly
believe in him from their need of wasting toil in those dreary
caverns. On the 3d of every July, grand mass is celebrated in the
chamber,—then regarded as a chapel,—and is followed by a banquet, in
which the principal officials of Cracow and the directors of the mines
participate. At that date the workmen are given a partial holiday,
and receive trifling sums of money, that are quite enough to render
them happy, and to make them wish that every day of the year were the
3d of July.

[Sidenote: VISIT OF THE IMPERIAL FAMILY.]

Now and then some of the members of the imperial family of Austria
make a visit to the mines, the superintendent being notified
beforehand of the important event. Great preparations are then made.
The main passages and different chambers of Wieliczka are brilliantly
illuminated; the miners are relieved from work; festivals are held
in the villages, and presents are given to the people in the name of
the House of Hapsburg. One of these royal visits had been made a few
weeks before mine, and many of the peasants were still speaking of it
in terms approaching ecstasy. How merely relative is everything we
give the name of pleasure to! The poor Poles and Austrians, relieved
from twelve hours of their customary labor, and given a few unexpected
kreuzers, are made happier than many men would be in the midst of
material blessings, and surrounded by the answered wishes of their
hearts.

One of the principal sights in the mines is the Infernal Lake, a body
of water seven or eight hundred feet long, some four hundred broad,
and fifty deep. Above and around it is a vast cavern, that might be
the abode of the gnomes and goblins once supposed to inhabit the inner
parts of the earth. The atmosphere of the place is oppressive, and
its every suggestion superlatively dismal. It is infernal in seeming
as well as in name; and if the Hahnemannic principle be true, that
“like cures like,” melancholy spirits, after a visit there, would be
converted to cheerfulness and content. The deep gloom of the vault at
once prompted the benefit it would derive from fireworks; and so I
sent a number of serpents whizzing through the thick air, and ignited
blue and red lights, until I had wrought a perfect transformation. The
scene was strikingly theatrical, only far more vivid and impressive
than anything could be on the stage. If I had heard a chorus of imps,
or had seen blue, yellow, and green devils, of the most improved
spectacular pattern, dancing in horrid measures on empty space, I do
not think I should have been surprised. Assuredly there could be no
evil spirits anywhere if they were not there. Never could they find
a more inviting region for the display of their malignity, or a more
attractive rendezvous for the perfection of their schemes against the
human kind.

A boat was ready for our embarkation upon the inky bosom of the lake,
and we rowed out upon it with our gleaming torches, and our voices
returning to us in the dreariest echoes. I was still thinking of the
charms of the demons, when, of a sudden, the strongest and wildest
sounds burst from the cavern. I strained my eyes, but in the thickness
of the darkness I could descry no forms.

Groans, and shrieks, and horrid laughter rose, and reverberated
through the vault, until—had I been the least superstitious—I should
have become convinced that I had reached the Orthodox Tophet at last.
The sounds were as weird as mysterious; but I concluded that it must
be part of the exhibition, for which I was expected to pay at the
usual rate, and I soon discovered that I was right.

[Sidenote: THE INFERNAL LAKE.]

It is the habit of the workmen, when strangers make a visit to the
Infernal Lake, to go out in boats, distribute themselves at different
points, and set up this diabolical yelling, that a proper impression
may be made upon the visitors. That they acquitted themselves
handsomely of their task I can testify; for a more discordant and
abominable sound it has never been my fortune to hear.

The howls of the miners finally lessened in volume,—probably from
exhaustion,—and I could distinguish, at the end of the wild refrain,
the words “_Gluck Auf! Gluck Auf!_” (Welcome! Welcome!) There was
something singularly sardonic in the idea of being welcomed to that
dreary depth. Such a welcome the demons of the fabled Pit would
extend, I should suppose, to the doomed and damned. The effect of the
cheery words was more dispiriting than if they had been of evil omen.

While we were rowing grimly about on the lake, “_Gluck Auf_” assumed
a fiery form in letters of flame, about a hundred feet in front of
us. This seemed to be done by magic; but a little reflection taught
me that lamps must have been hung in the shape of an arch over a
narrow part of the cave, and that, while we were otherwise occupied,
the workmen had lighted the lamps. The very moment the illumination
was made, the harsh chorus began again, louder and more lugubrious
than ever. I set off the last of my stock of fireworks, and amid the
sulphurous blaze and the infernal din we floated back to the shore,
when I was informed that the entertainment was over.

[Sidenote: CHORUS OF DEMONS.]

In a few minutes the chorus of demons appeared in the shape of
hard-featured, muscular, ill-looking miners, asking for kreuzers, in
consideration of the efficient aid they had lent to the depressing
performance. As I have said, I was well supplied, and I could play
the part of My Lord Bountiful with very little expense. Three or four
kreuzers were enough to make the stolid faces of the miners brighten
as if they had fallen into the possession of pecuniary independence.
What they could purchase with such a trifle, I could not comprehend,
for I felt that I should be no better off, in my own judgment, with
fifty times the amount I had bestowed as gratuities upon the gnomes of
Wieliczka.

My two guides denounced the begging unfortunates for their mercenary
conduct in a vile Polish _patois_, which must have consisted chiefly
of curses. I am sure they mentioned mercenary conduct, which must have
been an ironical expression, since none of the wretches, in asking for
_trinkgeld_, received, at the highest, more than four or five cents.
The rebuke reminded me of the familiar instance of the parsimonious
father who handed his boy a penny, accompanied by the precaution that
he should not make a beast of himself, or of the over-thrifty husband,
who, having been asked for a little money by his wife, wished to know
what had become of the dollar and a half he had given her a month
before.

[Sidenote: STOLIDITY OF THE MINERS.]

The majority of the miners are Poles, unable either to read or write,
to whom labor in the mines has been an inheritance—their sole one,
indeed. Many of them have never been five miles from home, nor do they
expect to be. They are rooted to the spot by the necessity of toil
and their narrow circumstances. Some of the workmen are Austrians,
and they are usually more intelligent, or rather less ignorant, than
the others. After a few years of service, they often leave Wieliczka,
seek a larger field of labor and a better kind of employment. But the
Poles, possessing a certain kind of stupid contentment, appear to
have no ambition, and no future. I ascribe this partially to their
loss of nationality, than which no greater calamity can befall a
people. It robs them of their individuality, impairs their energy,
and depreciates their self-esteem. They feel that they are deprived
of what they have a right to enjoy, and that they are likely to be
despised for a misfortune for which they are not directly responsible.

Nearly all the miners reveal in their features and expression the hard
fate that has attended them. They have all the marks of undevelopment,
all the traces of an animal and undisciplined nature. Mind, in the
strict sense, is omitted in their composition. They are merely
machines of flesh and blood, obeying physical instincts, and impelled
by the law of self-preservation.

Years ago, the Austrian government used to condemn political prisoners
to a term of service in the mines, sometimes extending through life;
but of late this practice has been abandoned, and now all who work are
regularly paid, and free to go or stay, as they like.

Going out of the mines, I followed almost the same course that I had
coming in. Altogether I spent some six hours under ground, and might
have spent weeks there, had I been inclined to exercise, since the
combined length of its excavations and passages is said to exceed
three hundred miles.

Accidents are uncommon in the mines, not averaging more than thirty
a year, and few of these are fatal. They occur either from falls, or
from being run over by the cars drawn to and fro by horses. These
cars run on tracks from the place where the salt is dug out, to the
mouth of the shaft, and thence the salt is drawn up by machinery to
the surface of the earth. I had made my entrance through the parts
that had been excavated and abandoned, that way having been selected
to give me a clear idea of the progress of the work, and the gradual
deepening of the mines. I observed afterwards, at the lower levels,
where hundreds of men were actively employed, how the salt was thrown
into the cars, and then carried by the railway to the principal shafts.

Wieliczka is impregnated with tales and traditions, natural and
supernatural. Of the latter the peasants relate many, and believe them
sincerely.

[Sidenote: THE MIRACULOUS SIGN.]

One of these is, that a miner, who had been sent to Cracow, found, on
his return, an image of the Virgin, which, as the narrative runs, had
been stolen by the devil from the cathedral of that city, and dropped
by the wayside; St. Paul, or some other saint, having detected the
theft, started in pursuit of the diabolical thief. A poor workman
picked up the image, which was of wood, and knowing it to be sacred,
carried it back to the church in the midst of a storm. When he had
reached the edifice, summoned the priest, and given it into the holy
man’s hands, the inanimate image suddenly shone with celestial light,
sped through the air, and took its accustomed place at the altar.
The awe-struck priest and peasant fell upon their knees in prayer,
and when the latter arose, there was an illuminated cross on his
forehead. By inspiration he understood that whenever this symbol was
visible, it was to indicate good fortune; and going back to the mines,
the cross proved to be very beneficial in pointing out the richest
veins of salt. The man walked under ground, and whenever his forehead
kindled with the divine token, it was a certain sign that the spot on
which he stood would yield richly. He received handsome presents, and
numerous sums of money from the government, and so excited the envy
of his former fellow-workmen, that they entered his cabin one night,
and knocked out his brains. His murderers disappeared mysteriously the
next day, and it was supposed, in the Galician village, that they were
carried off by demons.

The image in the cathedral was heard to wail at the time the crime was
committed, which was probably intended as a warning, though it did not
do any good to the victim, at least in this world, however much it may
have benefited him in the next.

I cannot see the moral of this monkish story, unless it be that
persons who find things should not return them. If the miner had taken
the image home, and split into kindling-wood, he might have lived much
longer, and died peaceably in bed at a ripe old age.

[Sidenote: STORY OF A POLISH REBEL.]

During one of the periodic Polish revolutions in Warsaw, a prominent
nobleman, resident in the city, and the leader of the insurrection,
had volunteered to proceed to St. Petersburg, and assassinate the
czar. The government spies detected the plot before it was mature,
and went to the dwelling of the Polish conspirator to arrest him.
He had been apprised of the discovery, and knowing that he would
instantly be executed, he had been wise enough to flee from the
town. He was sought for everywhere, for the authorities considered
him extremely dangerous, and felt confident, from his character,
that the emperor would not be safe while the desperate noble lived.
All the subtle detective machinery of Russia was set in motion to
hunt up the fugitive Pole, but all to no purpose; and the emissaries
of the government, after a year of unexampled activity, abandoned
further effort. Potzoporousky, the name of the arch rebel, feeling
that he would not be secure anywhere on the surface of the continent,
conceived the happy idea of going below it. He proceeded in disguise
to Wieliczka, claimed to be a native of Vienna, and was hired as a
miner, at thirty kreuzers a day. He labored most faithfully, and was
considered an excellent workman, strangely preferring, as was thought,
to remain in the mines, even when he might have been enjoying the
sunlight. Nobody ever dreamed of looking for Potzoporousky a thousand
feet under ground; and there he remained for fifteen months. Then he
applied for his last week’s pay, saying he had met with an injury that
would prevent him from working for a little while, hurried to Vienna,
thence to Constantinople, and finally to Smyrna. There he resumed his
correspondence with some of the former conspirators, and had perfected
a plan for a new revolution, when he was seized with cholera, and died.

[Sidenote: MURDER OF A SUPERINTENDENT.]

During the latter part of the eighteenth century, a scientist
of Radour was implicated in a conspiracy to defraud the Russian
government of several millions of roubles by means of forged army
orders, and sentenced to ten years’ exile in Siberia. He asked, as a
special favor, that he might be sent, instead, to Wieliczka, where, he
affirmed, his scientific knowledge would be of use in separating the
green salt from the clay, with which the directors of the mines were
then having considerable trouble. Prompted by interest, the government
granted his request, and, the fifth day after he had entered upon the
service, he induced one of the superintendents to visit a new passage
in process of excavation, crushed his skull with a lump of rock salt,
put on his garments, and escaped. He had always been regarded as a
purely intellectual man, absorbed in his studies, and his deliberate
taking of another man’s life only shows how sweet liberty is to all of
us, and of what desperate deeds we may be guilty to regain the freedom
we have lost.

From 1825 to 1851, one of the most vigorous and enduring miners was
Johann Gerbreitz, a German, who, in all that time, is said never to
have missed a single day’s work. He was a great favorite, on account
of his kindness of heart and uniform good temper, especially with the
women of the village, who, whether young or old, manifested a great
deal of fondness for him. When in his thirtieth year he married Elisa
Dosbrinski, a cobbler’s daughter, regarded as one of the prettiest
girls in the town. They lived together so very happily that they were
considered a model pair. They were never known to have even those
slight differences which are not uncommon to the most sympathetic
and harmonious couples. They seemed wholly devoted to each other,
and though Johann had been something of a flirt before he became a
Benedick, nothing of the kind could be charged upon him afterwards.
Everybody declared he was a manly and noble fellow, and that his
serenity could not be ruffled.

In his fortieth year a fragment of rock fell upon him, and killed him
instantly. His wife was wild with grief at her bereavement, and all
her neighbors lamented, sorely too, because Johann was a loss to the
village that could not be supplied. The children of Wieliczka had
learned to look for his smile, and little acts of kindness,—he was a
Rip Van Winkle of Austria, without Rip’s infirmities,—and literally
cried for him when he appeared in the streets.

[Sidenote: HOW A WOMAN KEPT A SECRET.]

After the poor fellow’s corpse had been brought to the stricken home,
it was discovered, to the amazement of the whole town, that Johann
was a woman; and it is to be presumed that he had never been anything
else. The secret of his sex had been most carefully preserved, and
it would never have been thought, from any outward indication, that
it had been shared even by his spouse. This is an excellent proof,
if proof were wanting, that women can keep a secret, and that there
are some things which even the busybodies of a village cannot find
out. The story of the man-woman Johann Gerbreitz is still told at
Wieliczka, along with many other curious histories, of which specimens
have already been given.

Like the great capitals, the mining town of Galicia has its comedies
and tragedies, its lyrics and its epics, perhaps trifling in
themselves, but of wondrous moment in its too partial eyes.




LXVII.

EXPLOSIONS IN MINES.

     THICKNESS OF COAL SEAMS.—STUPIDITY OF A TURKISH MINING
     SUPERINTENDENT.—THE RESULT.—BLASTING IN MINES.—HOW IT
     IS DONE.—TERRIBLE ACCIDENTS.—MINES ON FIRE.—SCENES OF
     DEVASTATION.—EFFECT OF SUBTERRANEAN FIRE.—EXPLOSIONS OF
     FIRE-DAMP.—HORRIBLE ACCIDENTS.—STORIES OF SURVIVORS.—LOSS OF
     LIFE.—SCENE IN A WELSH MINE.—EXPLOSIONS IN ENGLISH AND AMERICAN
     MINES.—MODES OF RELIEF.—STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.—HOW THEY WERE
     SAVED.—THE SAFETY-LAMP.—ITS CONSTRUCTION.—THE FIRE-WALLS OF
     CHINA.—THE PENITENT AND CANNONEER.


After the shafts have been completed and the levels opened in the
mines, the work may be said to be fairly under way. The seams of coal
are of varied thickness. Sometimes, though rarely, there will be found
a coal seam of thirty feet in depth, sometimes one of twenty, and
so on down to two and three feet. A seam of three feet in thickness
is considered a valuable discovery, and oftentimes the seams do not
exceed twenty inches. In the deep coal seams the work is comparatively
easy, as the space in the level can be hollowed out the full depth
of the seam, and all that is necessary for supporting the roof is to
leave a sufficient number of pillars standing.

There is a coal mine in Turkey where the seam is about ten feet thick.
A superintendent, entirely ignorant of the business, was sent to
take charge of the mine. On his first visit to the mine the men were
below. He observed the pillars which were left to support the roof
above. He gave one glance at them, and then turned to the workmen and
said,—“Remove those blocks of coal instantly: this mine has not been
worked properly.”

With that blind obedience peculiar to the Orientals, the men
immediately knocked away the pillars, when down came the rock, killing
half the men in the mine, and among them the stupid superintendent,
who had ordered the removal of the supports.

[Sidenote: DANGERS IN A COAL SEAM.]

There are many dangers and difficulties to be encountered in opening
a coal seam. The ordinary mode is to dig away the coal from the
lower part of the seam, and allow the substance to fall down in
large blocks. To perform this work the miner must lie on his side,
frequently in a hot temperature, and in this position he digs away
with his tools. It is not unusual for the coal to fall upon him,
sometimes injuring him seriously, and sometimes killing him. In his
work the miner is frequently stripped to his trousers and shoes, and
sometimes he works entirely nude. The perspiration streams from his
face and from his entire body, and he is unable to continue his labors
for any extended period of time.

Sometimes the coal can be removed by means of tools, without the
necessity of blasting, but very often it is necessary to employ the
force of gunpowder. The rock is drilled, and then the charge must be
placed in the hole. There is always more or less danger of premature
ignition of a charge, and in consequence of such ignition, men are
frequently killed.

The most dangerous place for blasting operations is in the shaft. The
men can only retire after the charge is lighted, and when this is done
it is imperatively necessary that they should be drawn up with all
speed.

One day, at a mine in Pennsylvania where a shaft was being sunk, the
men had lighted the fuse and given the signal to be drawn up. Somehow,
just as the bucket was started, some of the machinery gave way, and
the men remained at the bottom of the shaft. The fuse was slowly but
steadily burning, and there was no time to be lost. One of the men
jumped from the bucket and cut off the fuse when it had burned to
such a point that another moment would have rendered the explosion
inevitable.

A safer way than using the ordinary fuse, is to fire the charges by
means of electricity. This method, however, is not always practicable,
owing to the expense and the difficulty of employing it in small
operations.

Nitro-glycerine, which was invented in 1847, has been found to possess
many advantages over gunpowder, and the day is not far distant when it
will be used for all blasting operations on an extensive scale.

[Sidenote: UNDERGROUND FIRES.]

The firing of gunpowder and nitro-glycerine is not the only source
of danger which threatens the miners by fire. There is frequently
in coal mines a spontaneous combustion, produced by the heating of
fragments of coal from the decomposition of iron pyrites in contact
with moisture. When the small coal of certain mines is left in heaps
within the mines, they speedily undergo this decomposition, especially
in a moist atmosphere, which is accompanied by a great development of
heat.

In such cases walls of clay are built up to shut off the fire. When
these are constructed perfectly tight, and the atmosphere is carefully
excluded, the fire goes out; but for some time the temperature in
these parts of the mine will be very great, and the miners find much
difficulty in working there. The work of building up the walls in
such a case is very serious. The walls become very hot, and men are
frequently rendered insensible. Sometimes carbonic acid gas has been
used to extinguish fires created in this way. The portable apparatus
known as the Fire Extinguisher has frequently been found very useful.

Sometimes, however, it is impossible to extinguish these fires; and
in such cases the place is abandoned. In this country, and in England
and Scotland, there are mines now burning which have been on fire
for several, and some of them for many, years. One mine in Scotland
took fire nearly forty years ago, and is still burning. The ground is
black, baked, and scorched. The trees, and grass, and all kinds of
vegetation have died, and there is a general appearance of sterility
throughout the region.

[Sidenote: EFFECT OF UNDERGROUND FIRES.]

In several instances, where a fire cannot be extinguished by closing
the mines, it has been found useful to flood the works. In France,
about twenty years ago, an entire river was turned into a burning
mine, and allowed to flow through it for nearly three months. A mine
in Pennsylvania took fire, and was filled with water, remaining so
filled for nearly half a year before the fire went out.

At Brulé, St. Etienne, there is a coal mine which has been on fire
nearly two hundred years. Hot vapors are constantly arising; sulphur,
alum, and other natural productions are deposited, and one might
suppose that it was the burning of the accursed cities formerly
consumed by the fires of heaven and earth. An irreverent American,
who visited this region, said that it looked like hell with the fires
going out.

In the western part of England there was formerly a coal mine on
fire. Snow melted as soon as it touched the ground. The gardens were
very beautiful and fertile, and produced three crops in a year. Many
hot-house plants were cultivated, and an eternal spring prevailed. It
was the same principle, on a grand scale, by which plants are grown
in hot-houses by running pipes of hot water through the ground. The
people of this region imported tropical plants at a heavy cost, and
cultivated them in the open air; but one day the fire went out; the
place gradually resumed its usual temperature, and the tropical plants
died.

[Sidenote: EXPLOSIONS OF FIRE-DAMP.]

In many coal mines there is great danger from what the miners call
“fire-damp”—an inflammable gas produced from the coal. It is identical
with the streams of natural gas, which burn readily, and not unlike
the coal gas artificially produced in cities. Certain kinds of coal
throw off this fire-damp in considerable quantities. The gas is a
combination of hydrogen and carbon. Sometimes its presence is not
noticed until an explosion, but in such cases the explosions are not
very dangerous. Those who have been accustomed to this explosive
material have received a vivid experience of underground life. No
meteor, however terrible it may be supposed to be, can be compared to
an explosion of fire-damp. A thunderbolt, a hurricane, a typhoon, a
cyclone, or a whirlwind, is not more terrible in its effects than a
fire-damp explosion. Imagine a discharge of a hundred cannon loaded
with canister shot, the simultaneous explosion of a number of powder
magazines, or the bursting of the boilers of a steam engine, and the
effect will not be more terrible than an explosion of fire-damp in a
coal mine.

[Illustration: EXPLOSION OF “FIRE DAMP,” AN INFLAMMABLE GAS GENERATED
IN COAL MINES.]

The moment the gas comes in contact with the flame of a lamp, its
tremendous explosive force is revealed, and it penetrates into every
quarter of the mine. In an explosion of this kind everything is
shattered far and near. Horses, men, doors, machinery, and everything
else lying in its course is overthrown, and sometimes heavy machinery
at the top of the mine is blown away. Dense clouds of smoke, and
frequently masses of coal, stone, and timber, are sent flying from
the shaft high into the air. The very ground shakes as if moved by an
earthquake, and the general appearance of the shaft is not unlike that
of a volcano in a state of eruption. Streams of water are sent into
the air, and not a pane of glass for a long distance around remains
unbroken; and to these horrors must be added the great confusion and
alarm of the people, the wailing of the women and children whose
nearest friends have perished, and even then the terrible picture is
incomplete.

The stories of these explosions would fill volumes. In one mine three
hundred and sixty men at one time were killed, in another two hundred,
in another one hundred, in another fifty, in another twenty, in
another sixty, eighty, and so on, through mine after mine, till the
deaths from fire-damp could be numbered by thousands. Not those alone
who are in the wreck of the explosion are the victims.

At a Pennsylvania mine a few years ago, a dozen men were at work in
one of the galleries, and heard an explosion in a portion of the
mine some distance away. They rushed to the shaft, and attempted to
escape. Before the bucket was lowered to remove them, the choke-damp,
developed by the explosion, overtook them, and the whole party were
suffocated. Hundreds of stories might be related of explosions in coal
mines. One of them will be sufficient for the present.

[Sidenote: STORY OF AN EXPLOSION.]

At one time, in one of the English mines, forty men were at work. At
the mouth of the shaft there were a dozen or twenty men, when suddenly
there was a loud report, like an explosion. It was at first supposed
to be the bursting of the boiler; but a moment’s observation showed
that the fire-damp had become ignited. The masonry at the mouth of the
mine, and all the machinery above it, were blown away. At the moment
of the explosion, a tub filled with coal was being hoisted up. It was
a hundred feet or more from the surface, and it was blown into the air
as if it were a bullet fired from a gun. The fragments fell around the
mouth of the shaft, injuring several of the men who were there.

When an explosion occurs, the miners, and all attached to the
establishment who may be above ground at the time, are ready to go
to the relief of their comrades. In the present instance a relief
party was organized at once. A pulley was rigged over the mouth of
the shaft, and two men entered a bucket to be lowered down. They had
not descended fifty feet before their lights were extinguished, and
very soon they made a signal to be drawn to the surface, both of them
being in a condition bordering on suffocation. They were ill through
the night, and one of them did not recover his strength for several
days. A second attempt was made, and resulted in nearly the same way.
The lights were extinguished, and the men drawn up in a suffocating
condition. The galleries seemed to be full of choke-damp, and it was
almost certain that no one could be alive in the mine. A hose was
lowered, and pure air was pumped into the mine. This work lasted three
or four hours, and then two others descended and succeeded in reaching
the bodies of some of their companions; but in the attempt one of the
rescuers fell dead, and the other was nearly suffocated.

More air was poured into the mine, and it was then twenty-four hours
from the time of the explosion before the explorers thought it safe
to enter. Every man who was below at the time of the explosion was
killed. At the stables near the foot of the shaft a horrible scene was
presented. According to the indications, three of the men were in the
stables, taking care of the horses, at the moment of the explosion.
The stables were thrown down, the men and horses were covered with the
fallen debris, and death by suffocation seemed to have ensued in a
very short time.

At the end of the gallery, where the explosion had taken place, the
bodies of the men were found in some cases hardly scorched, while
in others every particle of clothing had been burned away. In some
instances the bodies were so baked that they could not be recognized.

[Sidenote: HEART-RENDING SCENES.]

Around the mouth of the pit the families of the miners were
congregated. As each body was brought to the surface, there were
shrieks and loud lamentations that could be heard for a long distance.
A more terrible sight cannot be seen in the whole world, than at the
mouth of a mine shaft after an accident of this kind.

A story is told of an explosion, in one of the Welsh mining districts,
which caused the death of forty-seven men. Only two men that were
below at the time escaped with their lives. These men were brothers.
When the explosion was heard, one of the brothers rushed towards the
other, who was a short distance away. A second explosion followed,
more severe than the first, and threw the men down. Both were stunned,
but they gradually recovered their senses, and were able to move. The
air was thick and hot, and they could only move with great difficulty.
The older brother had his can of tea, and bathed their faces with the
liquid, so that they revived. Supporting each other, they tried to
reach the entrance to the mine. They crawled on their hands and knees
in the midst of darkness, over the bodies of their late companions,
some of whom were still breathing, while the rest were silent and
dead. After many narrow escapes, they reached the end of the gallery,
near the shaft, and were saved.

[Sidenote: AN INGENIOUS APPARATUS.]

An apparatus has been invented by which a man can enter places
filled with choke-damp, either to carry aid to suffering men after
an explosion, or to make explorations. A bag, or case of leather, or
metal, is carried on the back, into which air has been driven under
a heavy pressure. A rubber tube extends from the bag, and is fastened
to the mouth and nose. It is furnished with two valves, one opening
inward, to carry the air to the lungs, and the other outward, to carry
off the air after it has been breathed. For long journeys extra bags
filled with air may be taken. Some of these reservoirs, made of sheet
iron, will resist a pressure of thirty or forty atmospheres. Another
apparatus, fastened to the back, like a soldier’s knapsack, has a kind
of valve, placed above the reservoir, allowing the air to enter the
lungs at the ordinary pressure only.

A similar apparatus is made by filling an air-tight goat-skin with
air. The same kind of tubes are employed, and sufficient air can be
carried to last the bearer fifteen or twenty minutes.

To guard against gas explosions, Sir Humphry Davy invented a safety
lamp. He protected the flame with wire gauze, on the principle that
flame cannot be made to pass through a tube, however short, unless it
is driven through. The wire gauze is in fact a number of short tubes
close together, and thus, while the explosive gas may pass through,
the flame cannot do so.

An improved lamp of this class has a glass cylinder around the flame,
with gauze at the top and below. The glass is protected by stout
wires. A great many forms of these lamps are in use in mines, but all
are constructed on the same principle. By the use of this safety lamp,
many mines that had been abandoned were re-opened; and Sir Humphry
Davy is regarded as one of the greatest benefactors of this age. His
lamp might well be called, like Aladdin’s, the Wonderful Lamp.

Sometimes, when fire-damp is very abundant, and is steadily given
out, it is utilized for lighting purposes; the gas is collected, and
by means of a pump a jet of gas is poured from a tube and is ignited.
One of these jets has been burning for more than twenty years in an
English coal mine. In the same mine the gas was collected in pipes,
and carried outside, where it was used to run a steam engine.

[Sidenote: CHINESE FIRE-WELLS.]

A French traveller has given a vivid description of the famous
fire-wells of China. He says that where the air escapes it is very
inflammable, and if a match is presented at the mouth of the shaft,
the gas explodes like gunpowder, and forms a great column of fire
twenty or thirty feet high.

He says the largest fire-wells are situated in the mountains about
one hundred miles from Wutung. They are in a valley, where pits were
sunk in the hope of finding salt water. The water was not found; but
suddenly a column of gas rushed out, bringing masses of earth and
stones. The noise was terrific, and was heard a long distance. The
mouth of the pit was surrounded by a stone wall six or seven feet
high. As soon as the fire reached the mouth of the well it caused
a terrible explosion, something like an earthquake. The flame was
several feet high, and the force was sufficient to throw down some of
the stones composing the wall. Several men carried a large flat stone
to the pit, and placed it over the mouth. It was immediately thrown
into the air, and some of the men were badly injured.

Neither water, stone, nor earth would extinguish the fire. After two
weeks of hard work a quantity of water was brought over the mountains
from a small river, and a lake was formed. The water being suddenly
turned into the well, the fire was extinguished.

In some mines it is the custom, where the accumulation of fire-damp
is gradual, to light it every night, so that the works may be always
accessible in the daytime. The man whose duty it is to light the
fire-damp wraps himself in a thick blanket, covering his face with
a mask, and with his head enveloped in a hood like a monk’s. The
fire-damp is lighter than the atmosphere, and always rises to the
upper part of the level. Consequently the man crawls upon the ground
in order to put himself in the best position for breathing. In one
hand he holds a long stick, with a lighted candle fixed at the end.

He pushes the stick to its full length, and creeps along, firing the
gas; and as soon as he has fired it he changes his position, and walks
upright, since the fire-damp is always followed by the choke-damp,
which is heavier than air, and sinks to the bottom.

[Sidenote: THE PENITENT.]

In the French mine this man is called a _penitent_, on account of
his dress resembling that worn by some of the orders of the Catholic
church. His name sometimes would seem to be a cruel jest, as he is
liable to be blown away by an explosion, and never return alive. In
other mines he is called the _cannoneer_, and when the fire-damp kills
him he is said to have died at his post.




LXVIII.

MYSTERIES OF THE GRAND JURY.

     SITTING ON A GRAND JURY.—HOW IT IS COMPOSED.—PECULIARITIES
     OF MODERN JUSTICE.—HOW TO SELECT BLOCKHEADS.—A DISHONEST
     BAGGAGE-MAN.—CHARITY AND MERCY.—AN AFFECTING INCIDENT.—SAVING
     A YOUTHFUL OFFENDER.—A GENEROUS WOMAN.—CURIOUS PHASES OF HUMAN
     NATURE.—CELT AND AFRICAN.—STORIES OF THE DETECTIVES.—A GARRULOUS
     IRISH WOMAN.—FAMILY TROUBLES.—THE HORSE AND CART STORY.—HOW A
     PRETTY WOMAN CAPTURED THE JURY.


It was the fortune or misfortune of the writer to be called to sit
on the grand jury of the Court of General Sessions in New York, in
the latter part of the year 1871. Like most of my fellow-men, I had
no great fondness for jury duty, and made efforts to be released.
I was politely informed that there was no escape, and that I had
better do cheerfully what I could not avoid. And so I did it. I sat
on that jury, or rather in a cane-seated chair in the jury-room, for
fifty-eight days, some of them pretty long ones. It was my first
experience of the sort, and I learned more about criminal matters than
I had ever known before. A man who sits a month or two on a grand jury
can have a reasonable excuse for accepting the doctrine of the total
depravity of the human race, or, at all events, of a considerable
portion of it.

[Sidenote: GRAND AND PETIT JURIES.]

What is the difference between a grand jury and a petit jury? To many
persons, and probably to most, this question would be an insoluble
riddle. Everybody who knows anything worth mentioning is aware that
a petit jury, in a criminal court, consists of twelve men, who are
sworn to well and truly judge of the guilt or innocence of the accused
tried before them. They are to weigh the evidence given in open court
in presence of the accused, and when they agree upon a verdict, and
are ready to return it, they stand and look upon the prisoner, who is
instructed to stand and look upon them. To find a verdict, the twelve
must be agreed; and thus it often happens that an obstinate man can
“hang the jury,” and prevent the rendition of a verdict. Obstinacy
may arise from various causes and motives, generally honest, but not
always so. Sometimes the jury is equally divided in opinion—six men
being of one mind, and six of another; sometimes a verdict is the
result of a compromise, which includes a recommendation to mercy,
or a verdict for a lower degree of criminality than is charged in
the indictment. In civil suits, where a question of damages or
compensation arises, the result is often obtained by taking the
figures proposed by each man, adding them together, and dividing the
amount by twelve. But in criminal cases no such system of average
can be employed. Very often the persistence of a single juror will
save an offender from immediate punishment, and allow him a new
trial—which frequently means no new trial, but a discharge on his
own recognizance. And sometimes the obstinate juror attributes to
his comrades the inability to find a verdict. The story of a western
juror is frequently used to point a moral or adorn a tale. “I was all
right,” he says, “and we might have settled the thing straight off, if
the other eleven hadn’t been the most pig-headed fellows you ever saw.”

[Sidenote: DEFECTS OF JURY TRIALS.]

One requirement of the practice in our courts is, that in a criminal
case no member of a petit jury shall have formed an opinion as to the
guilt or innocence of the accused. In cases that have not acquired
notoriety, this does not materially interfere with the selection of a
jury; but in a case that has attracted general attention, like that
of Foster, or the assassins of President Lincoln, several days may be
spent in finding twelve men without opinions. The rule was adopted
long ago, when there was no general diffusion of knowledge, and when
there was no daily chronicle of events accessible to everybody. On a
matter of great importance and general newspaper discussion, it is
next to impossible in these days that an intelligent man should have
no knowledge or opinion; to demand an opinionless jury in such a
case is practically to demand a jury of blockheads. It may well be
doubted whether, in this country of electric telegraphs and lightning
presses, the old practice is the best. The object of trials by jury
is to protect the innocent and punish the guilty. I think I utter the
sentiment of most thinking men, in saying that for my part I would
rather, if wrongfully accused of a crime, be tried before twelve
honest, intelligent men, who believed me guilty, but whose opinion
could be changed by evidence, than before twelve ignorant men who had
formed no opinion about me. But if I were guilty, and desired, as most
criminals desire, to escape justice, I should clamor for a jury of
such of my fellow-men as could not entertain an idea without having it
thrust into their heads with an auger. Many a scoundrel has evaded his
just deserts by means of a jury of “twelve good men and true,” whose
intellects were hardly equal to those of an educated horse.

But a grand jury encounters none of the difficulties that beset a
petit jury. The law requires that it shall be composed of “intelligent
citizens of good character,” who shall be qualified to serve as, and
not exempt as, petit jurors. Their names are selected by lot, the same
as employed for the selection of petit jurors, and each man selected
is notified by the sheriff of the county. A grand jury is composed of
sixteen as the minimum, and twenty-three as the maximum number. Twelve
must concur to find a bill or to dismiss a complaint. No vote can be
taken unless there are sixteen grand jurors present; whether there are
sixteen or twenty-three present, or any number between the minimum
and maximum, there must be, as before stated, twelve to concur in
determining the ordering or rejection of an indictment. Other votes,
such as for adjournment and the like, are taken by majorities, in the
same way as in other deliberative bodies. The accused never appears
before the grand jury, and only one witness can be called into the
room at the same time. The district attorney may be present during an
examination, and at the request of the foreman may conduct it, but he
cannot be present when a vote is being taken.

[Sidenote: ORIGIN OF THE GRAND JURY.]

The grand jury is of Saxon origin, and its existence may be traced as
far back as the tenth century. Its object is one of inquiry rather
than of trial, and for this reason it is frequently called a “grand
inquest.” Under the old practice the grand jury originated inquiry
without the intervention of any public officer, and any citizen was
at liberty to appear before it, state his own wrongs or the offences
of others, or make complaints against public evils of any kind. It
partook of the nature of a legislature or common council, to which
any citizen may submit a petition. Any member of the grand jury who
happened to know or learn of an infraction of the law could lay the
matter before his associates for their action. I am informed by good
legal authority that this is still the practice in England and in
parts of the United States. But the practice of New York, so far as
the city is concerned, has of late been for the grand jury to consider
nothing that was not submitted to it by the district attorney, and
for that official to submit nothing that had not reached him from a
committing magistrate. There is both good and evil in the practice,
and on the whole, much more evil than good. A great many offenders
have gone unwhipped of justice in consequence of this system. Men who
have just cause of complaint against other men high in power have
sought in vain to bring their cases before a committing magistrate,
for the reason that the latter was the friend or dependant of the
accused, and would use his official position to protect him.

Several cases of this kind were brought to my notice while I was
sitting on the grand jury. For example, a man one day came to me
with a request that I would bring to the notice of the grand jury
a certain case which he explained. I asked him why he did not go
before a committing magistrate with it. “Why,” he replied, “because
the committing magistrates are all friends of this man, and would do
anything he wants. He can get any kind of ‘justice’ he desires, and
nobody can do anything against him.” I am satisfied that his opinion
of police magistrates in New York city was not altogether baseless,
and, if I am not mistaken, other testimony could be found to the same
effect. With the reputation or lack of it that belongs to our local
judiciary, it is eminently necessary that all grand juries should be
clothed with the power that makes them grand in quests, and enables
them to investigate any charge of wrong-doing without waiting for its
submission by a police magistrate. I am satisfied that there are many
scoundrels whose career of wickedness would be materially curtailed
if they knew there was full opportunity for their accusers to go
before a grand jury and furnish the proper information for a criminal
indictment.

[Sidenote: WHAT A GRAND JURY DOES.]

The testimony before a grand jury is of an _ex parte_ character.
Blackstone says, “They are only to hear evidence on behalf of the
prosecution. For the finding of an indictment is only in the nature
of an inquiry or accusation, which is afterwards to be tried and
determined; and the grand jury are only to inquire upon their oaths
whether there be sufficient cause to call upon the party to answer
it. A grand jury, however, ought to be thoroughly persuaded of the
truth of an indictment, so far as their evidence goes, and not to
rest satisfied with remote probabilities—a doctrine that might be
applied to very oppressive purposes.” The petit jury gives the accused
the opportunity to sift the _ex parte_ evidence on which he has been
indicted, and of explaining or contradicting it. The general rule for
the guidance of a grand jury is, that they must be as well satisfied
of the guilt of the accused, in order to find an indictment, as they
would be to convict as petit jurors in case none of the evidence
before them was explained or contradicted. It often happens that
complaints are presented of an avaricious or malicious nature, or with
some other motive than the proper enforcement of the law. Such cases
require careful inquiry and cautious action.

Early in the session of the grand jury of which I was an integral
part, a complaint was made against a baggage agent of a steamboat
company for taking money for extra baggage, and neglecting to pay
it over to the authorized agent of the company. At its commencement
the case appeared reasonably clear, but a suspicion arose that the
complaint was malicious, and more evidence was called for. Each
additional witness confirmed the suspicion, and it finally came out
that the principal accuser had long desired the situation of the
accused, and had been appointed to it after the removal of the latter.
Here was a motive in which malice and avarice were evidently the
principal elements, and when the matter was put to a vote the jury
promptly dismissed the bill. The testimony of the complainant was not
fully sustained by that of the other witnesses; and even had there
been no display of malice, the evidence was not sufficient to secure
conviction before a petit jury.

[Sidenote: SECRETS OF THE JURY ROOM.]

I wish to remark, _en passant_, that where I mention cases that were
before us, without giving names and localities, I shall purposely,
in most instances, change the story in such a way that the outside
public cannot trace it, even with a careful research into the records
of the police or other courts. My brother jurors will recognize each
case described, but the veil of secrecy thrown around the grand jury
room will not permit me to be rigidly precise. Great injustice might
be done, in many instances, by a complete revelation, and therefore
the reader must be left in the dark to a certain extent. He may look
upon the cases I give him as exact parallels, and nothing more. When
I say a man was charged with stealing a horse, you may know that
he was charged with stealing something, but whether horse, cow, or
cooking-stove, it is not necessary to explain in describing the work
of the jury. And with this apology for harmless but very necessary
fiction, I proceed.

It is not at all times proper to dismiss a complaint when caused
by malice. One day a man came before us, who swore that another
man had swindled a large establishment out of considerable money;
he did not make the complaint on behalf of the parties defrauded,
but in the interests of justice. His malice was evident; he made
no attempt at concealing it; but he sustained his testimony with
documentary evidence and the sworn statements of other witnesses. The
jury doubted about the propriety of ordering an indictment under
the circumstances; some of them argued, that had no quarrel occurred
between the parties, the case would have slumbered, and therefore the
complaint should be dismissed. There was such a divergence of opinion
that the district attorney was called to tell us what to do. We
explained, through our foreman, the nature of the case. The district
attorney, who is at all times the legal adviser and instructor of the
grand jury, listened, and then said, substantially,—

[Sidenote: A SYMPATHETIC COMPLAINANT.]

“Where you find that a complainant is acting through malicious
motives, and there are no other witnesses, or, if any, that they do
not substantiate the complaint, you had better dismiss it. But where
the complaint, however maliciously made, is shown by other evidence
than that of the complainant to be true, you must order an indictment.”

And consequently we ordered an indictment against the alleged swindler.

Not many days after we were convened, a case that touched the heart
of every man in the room was brought before us. A young girl had been
accused of theft; a few dollars in money had been stolen; it was
found in her possession, and she had made partial confession. The
complainant was a woman, and the accused had been in her employ. When
the case was called, the woman entered the jury-room, and was sworn by
the foreman. She took the chair assigned to witnesses, and the foreman
questioned her.

“Did you lose some money?”

“Yes, sir.”

“When did you lose it?”

“On the first day of December?”

“Who took it?”

“The girl named in the complaint.”

“How do you know she took it?”

“I found it in her possession, and she confessed taking it.”

“That will do; you can go.”

But the woman kept her seat, and moved her hands uneasily. “You can
go,” said the foreman again; but she did not start. A juror sitting
near the door rose to show her out, and as he did so the woman said,—

[Sidenote: A PLEA FOR MERCY.]

“I do not wish to press the complaint. I want to withdraw it, and have
the girl released.”

“Why so?” asked the foreman.

“Because,”—and her voice began to choke,—“because the girl is young,
and I do not wish to ruin her. Somebody else urged her to steal
the money, and I think she will do better in future. If I send her
to prison she may become a professional thief, but if I give her a
chance she will be a good girl. She is an orphan and has no friends,
and I want to be her friend. I know she is guilty, but I want to be
merciful, and I beg you to be merciful, gentlemen.”

Half her utterance was drowned with tears, which flowed rapidly down
her face. The foreman told her to step outside and he would call her
again in a few moments, and inform her of the result of her eloquent
appeal. “Be merciful, gentlemen,” were her last words as she closed
the door.

It was voted to dismiss the complaint; and when the foreman called her
to the room, told her of the result of the vote, and commended her for
her kindness of heart, her tears flowed afresh, and she thanked us
through broken sobs. I know that in that room more eyes than hers were
wet—eyes not accustomed to tears.

But soon a discussion arose as to the propriety of our action. When
the grand jury was impanelled, the following oath was administered to
the foreman:—

“You —— ——, as foreman of this grand inquest, shall diligently
inquire, and true presentment make, of all such matters and things
as shall be given you in charge; the counsel for the people of this
state, your fellows, and your own, you shall keep secret; you shall
present no one from envy, hatred, or malice; nor shall you leave any
one unpresented through fear, favor, affection, or hope of reward; but
you shall present all things truly as they come to your knowledge,
according to your understanding. So help you God!”

[Sidenote: NATURE OF A JURYMAN’S OATH.]

And to the other members the following oath was administered:—

“The same oath which your foreman has taken on his part, you, and each
of you, shall well and truly observe and keep on your part. So help
you God!”

Some of the jurors thought we had no right, under our oath, to show
favor, no matter how strong might be the appeal to our sympathies.
Every man in the room wished to be lenient, but at the same time,
above all other things, wished to do his duty. The discussion resulted
in our sending for the district attorney and asking his advice.

[Sidenote: REFORMING YOUNG OFFENDERS.]

After hearing the case, he said there was a difference of opinion as
to the power of a grand jury. “You can undoubtedly,” he continued,
“exercise your discretion in certain cases, and act as you think is
for the best interests of society. It is both right and proper that
the grand jury, and also the district attorney, should be clothed with
a discretionary power, as it frequently happens that they can do more
good by exercising it than by following the strict letter of the law.
I will give you an illustration: Some years ago, the case of a young
man charged with embezzlement was placed in my hands to prosecute. His
employer was determined to push the case; he was rather ugly about
it, and there seemed no other course than to prosecute. The young
man was out on bail, and came to me to beg to be let off. He said he
was guilty, and should so plead; that he had an invalid sister, and
with the utmost economy on his small salary he was unable to support
himself. He knew that this was no excuse for his theft, but he took
the money under great temptation, and did not realize the enormity of
his offence until after he had committed it. ‘You can send me to the
penitentiary,’ he said, ‘and nobody can blame you; but you will ruin
me for life, and bring disgrace upon my parents and sister, who do not
know that I am charged with crime. If I can be released and the matter
hushed up, I will faithfully promise to do better in future, and I
think this will be a life-long lesson to me.’ He pleaded so earnestly
that I promised to do what I could for him. I sent for his accuser,
and urged him to withdraw the charge. At first he refused, but I laid
the case before him in such a light that he at last consented. And I
then urged him to take the young man back and give him a new trial,
and after much talk I succeeded. The complaint was withdrawn, the
young man was restored to his position; in a little time his salary
was increased; by and by the firm dissolved in consequence of the
death of one of its members; the young man went to another house,
proved himself worthy of confidence, and to-day he is a member of that
house, and as honorable and upright as any business man in New York.
He has never forgotten, and never will forget, that lesson. If he had
gone to the penitentiary, his worst fears would have been realized.
When an offender is young, the offence is a first one, and the
offender appears penitent, it is entirely proper for you to exercise
leniency by dismissing the complaint; and in the case now before you,
gentlemen, you have been entirely right in your action.”

As the district attorney ended his remarks, there was a round of
applause, in which I am very certain every member of the jury
participated. Those who had been most doubtful of the propriety of our
action were heartily glad that their doubts were not well founded.

During our session there were several cases in which the accusers
wished to withdraw the complaints. Where the reason for the withdrawal
was the youth and penitence of the accused, the request was generally
granted. In one case a family quarrel had gone before a magistrate
while the temper of all parties concerned was at fever-heat; passion
had subsided in the time required to bring the case to the grand
jury, and the complainant was anxious to make terms of peace with
his antagonist. There was another pleasant little affair, in which a
nose had been bitten off in a discussion that evidently had whiskey
in it. The biter was the cousin of the bitten, and on account of
the relationship the latter wished to be mild. His cousin was not a
professional biter, and should he go to prison it would not restore
the central ornament of the complainant’s face. The offender had
promised not to do so again; and besides, he had not bitten off
much of the nose, any way. The appeal was heard, and the complaint
against the mordacious relative was dismissed. As he had been a month
in prison, it is to be hoped that he took solemn warning, and will
hereafter confine his dental exercise to the ordinary articles of diet.

[Sidenote: WITHDRAWING COMPLAINTS.]

In some instances the complainant wished to withdraw the charge, for
the reason that he had already lost time in making the prosecution,
and did not wish to lose more. Sometimes, in cases of robbery, the
friends of the accused had offered to restore the stolen property on
condition that there should be no prosecution, and very naturally the
complainant was willing to make such a compromise. But it was out
of his power to do so after having once made his complaint before
the magistrate, and his appeal to the grand jury was generally of no
avail. The well-being of society, in cases of professional thieves and
the like, was held to be paramount to the desires of complainants, and
if the testimony was clear there was no delay in ordering indictments.
In one instance a man who had been robbed, in a house whose character
was not at all doubtful, asked to withdraw the complaint because he
had already lost too much time in following it. He did not think the
accused was either young or penitent, but he could not afford the time
he was devoting to the case. He had evidently been instructed what to
do, as his testimony before the grand jury was quite different from
that in his complaint sworn to before the magistrate. In his complaint
he said he knew that the prisoner took the money, but when in our
presence he was uncertain on the subject. He didn’t know, couldn’t
tell, didn’t remember, was excited at the time, and so on, until we
found that he was determined to say and know nothing. As there were no
other witnesses, we were forced to dismiss the charge, though morally
convinced of the guilt of the accused. The complainant had determined
to have the case abandoned, and as the prejudices of the nineteenth
century are opposed to the use of the rack and thumb-screws in the
grand jury room, we had no means of compelling the witness to adhere
to his original story. Mind you, he had not varied it so as to make
him liable to the charge of perjury, in one case or the other; he had
only substituted uncertainty for certainty.

Another instance of the withdrawal of a complaint through motives of
kindness, was in the case of a woman who had lost a few articles from
her room while her door was left open. The thieves were some young
boys, whose parents were respectable; and as soon as the theft was
traced to the culprits, the property was at once returned. “I don’t
want to make felons of them,” said the woman; “I think they took the
things out of a spirit of mischief, and that they will be good boys
in future. The mother of one of them has talked to me about it, and
I have promised to withdraw the charge.” Her appeal was earnest, and
before its close it was eloquent. When she left the room it was voted
to dismiss the case. The foreman then sent for her, told her that she
had displayed much kindness of heart; that the jury appreciated her
motives, and had complied with her request. Her thanks, like those
of the woman mentioned heretofore, were given through tears, and she
rushed outside to congratulate the anxious mother of the boy whom she
had released.

[Sidenote: CURIOUS PHASES OF HUMAN NATURE.]

Many phases of human nature can be studied in the grand jury room.
The hatred which the natives of green Erin bear towards our citizens
of African descent is frequently seen where the accused is of <DW64>
blood, and the witness is of the race that boasts the Blarney Stone,
and grows indignant at mention of Boyne water. Given such a case,
and the chances are more than even that the witness will tell a
story in which indictment is the primary, and truth the secondary
consideration. If you have two or more witnesses of the loquacious
nationality, and take the pains to question them closely, you will be
likely to find a conspicuous inharmony in their testimony. They seem
to consider themselves called to “swear agin’ the nagur,” and they
generally do it. And it is possible that, with the case reversed,—an
accused Celt and a testifying Ethiopian,—the evidence might be
equally energetic. But, for some reason, we did not have a fair
opportunity to settle this momentous question, and I must therefore
leave it for the consideration of some grand jury of the future.

[Sidenote: THE DETECTIVE’S STORY.]

The detective officer shines brilliantly before the grand jury.
There was, now and then, a man of this profession who was quiet and
unpretending, but he formed an exception to the rule. The detective
had generally done wonderful things in the discovery of crimes already
committed, or in the prevention of crimes contemplated or progressing.
Some detectives told their stories with admirable directness, while
others were evidently desirous of giving condensed histories of their
professional careers. “Did you arrest John Jones?” asks the foreman
when a detective is called in. “Yes, sir,” is the reply. “Why did you
arrest him?” “Because I heard he had robbed Brown’s store.” “Did you
find anything in his possession?” “Yes, sir.” “What did you find?”
“The articles named in the complaint.” “That will do, officer; you can
go;” and the officer bows, and departs.

This is all that the jury wants to know from the officer in regard
to the performance of John Jones, who is charged, on complaint of
Brown, with burglary in the first degree. But the probabilities are
two to one that when the foreman asks, “Did you arrest John Jones?”
the officer will say, “I was walking along Broadway, and saw Brown,
who looked as if he had been robbed. I went to his store, and saw
the mark of a chisel near the lock, and asked Brown if he had lost
anything. Brown told me he had, but did not know who had robbed him.
I looked at the chisel-mark, and thought it was Jones’s work. Then I
went down Canal Street, and saw Jones standing talking with two men,
one of whom I remembered seeing seven years ago at the California
State Prison, when I took the great stage-robber Smith up there for
robbing the Petaluma mail, and frightening a lady passenger so that
she died next week, and left two girls, three boys, and one husband,
who felt so bad about it that he got married before the month was
out. Jones looked so innocent that I knew he was guilty; and so I
followed him all the afternoon, and arrested him when I saw him go
into a house on the Bowery. I searched the house, and found Brown’s
goods concealed where it was not likely anybody could find them; and
there was a lot of other goods that I recognized as coming from a
store on Broadway, that was robbed six weeks before.” And so he goes
on, in a way calculated to impress his hearers with the belief that
he is a man of genius, and perfectly at home among thieves. He knows
all the movements of the gentry that one does not like to be intimate
with, and when he finishes his narrative, you contemplate him (to use
the language of a certain celebrated orator about another) as the East
Indian contemplates his favorite idol: you know that he is ugly, but
you feel that he is great. The story of a detective will frequently
convey the idea that the movements and actions of professional thieves
can be studied, like those of the robin or the beaver; and I have
sometimes thought that the burglar and pickpocket should occupy places
in natural history along with the birds, beasts, and reptiles that
inhabit the earth and make things lively. One officer, who was a
witness in several cases, was a favorite with the jury, for the reason
that he always gave his testimony in the clearest and most direct
manner. I doubt if he used a dozen superfluous words in any instance,
and I could almost say that he did not use a dozen of them all
together. His statements were short, sharp, and decisive; and it is my
impression that he is far more efficient in the service than some of
his professional brethren who would occupy fifteen minutes in telling
a story that he could give in sixty seconds, and have time to spare.

[Sidenote: PECULIARITIES OF WITNESSES.]

[Sidenote: THE BRICK AND BROOMSTICK.]

It is amusing to note the difference in the manner of witnesses. There
are some who cannot tell a direct story, no matter how strongly they
are urged to do so; and there are others who could not be otherwise
than brief. Some of this difference is due to nationality. German
and Irish were generally more loquacious than American and English.
But it was not all a matter of nationality, as there were instances
of extreme discursiveness on the part of the last-mentioned, while
some of the former were brief almost to taciturnity. And in regard to
sex, I must aver that the more talkative of our witnesses belonged
to the gentler half of humanity. A lady of Baxter Street was one day
testifying about a debate between herself and a neighbor: a brick
and a broomstick had been used in the fray, and the head of the
witness had been slightly scarified by the corner of the brick. It
was a simple affair,—words and blows, and only two or three blows,
at that,—but the unhappy victim could not be induced to tell her
story without narrating the whole history of the bellicose Bridget,
whose hand had hurled the missile. Frequently the foreman stopped her
narrative, and told her to cut it short; she would take breath in
the pause, and then, with a preliminary “I’ll tell all about it, yer
honor,” she would start again with the rapidity of a carrier-pigeon.
We soon found it was of no use to attempt to restrain her, and so we
listened as patiently as possible to the conclusion of her story.
There was a sigh of relief around the jury-room when she retired,
and I could not help thinking that the blow which she averred made
her “sinseless and spacheless” for two hours was, to a great extent,
justifiable.

Another garrulous witness was a German who had suffered robbery. He
persisted in addressing the foreman as “shudge” and the rest of the
assemblage as “gentlemens on the jury.” Twice, when interrupted and
told to be brief, he complied by beginning his statement anew, with
more minuteness of detail; and at last the foreman found his patience
exhausted, and told the witness, “The jury has no time to listen
to your stories.” “O shudge,” said the man, in a tone that evinced
the most deeply wounded honor, “I don’t not come here to tells you
stories; I tells you only the truth.” The polite foreman apologized
for the unintentional affront, and compromised the matter by inducing
the victim to answer a few questions, and leave his story to be told
in court. His evidence was conclusive, and an indictment was promptly
ordered against the party named in the complaint.

[Sidenote: FAMILY JARS IN COURT.]

Frequently there were cases that attested the worthlessness and
depravity of certain members of the human race, and their despicable
treatment of relatives and friends. It is an unpleasant spectacle to
see wives giving evidence to send their husbands to prison, brothers
testifying against their brothers, and sometimes (though none were
called before us) fathers testifying against their sons. There was
one instance wherein a man testified to a forgery of his signature,
committed by a member of his family. He stated that it was a struggle
between duty and a respect for the family name for him to come before
the jury; “and I only determined to come here,” said he, “when I found
all attempts to reform this man had failed. I have paid his debts
repeatedly, have twice started him in business, and have several times
paid checks on which he forged my signature, rather than expose him. I
have tried to reason with him, and hoped he would do better; he shows
no sign of repentance, and has told others that, out of regard to the
family, I shall not dare to prosecute him. I feel that I should do
wrong if I allowed him to run longer, and painful as it is, I must do
my duty.”

Here was a man of sensibility compelled by the conduct of a near
relative to appear in court as a prosecutor. It is to be hoped that
the culprit will learn a wholesome lesson from his imprisonment; but
if his nature is as depraved as represented, the probabilities are,
that when he comes out from his term of involuntary labor, he will not
be greatly improved.

One day a woman came to testify against her husband for striking her
on the head with a piece of iron, which she produced from her pocket.
The iron—a stove-hook—had been broken by the force of the blow, and
yet the woman was there, with no evidence of having suffered more
than a temporary stunning and bleeding. She began her story in a
tone of firmness and determination, but gradually melted until her
voice was choking and her eyes were tearful. “Do you want to press
this complaint against your husband?” the foreman asked. “Yes, sir, I
must,” she answered, after a pause. “We have been married ten years,
and they have been ten years of quarrels. He beats me often; he
drives me out at night; he starves me, and is all the time cruel. He
takes the money I earn, and spends it, and I cannot live with him any
longer. I have had him before the magistrate several times, and he
promises to do better; but when he is let off, he is as bad as ever.
He will not leave me, nor let me leave him, and we shall have no peace
till he is in prison, or one of us is dead.”

[Sidenote: A SKILFUL FRAUD.]

One of the most artistic frauds that ever came to my knowledge was
developed before the jury. A man had loaned some money, and taken the
mortgage of a tract of land as security on the note. Before loaning
it he submitted the title to his lawyer, who informed him that it was
correct; and consequently the bargain was closed. The note fell due,
and went to protest; the lawyer had, in the mean time, moved from
the city, and the other parties were not to be found. The land which
was mortgaged lay in New Jersey, and the holder of the note took the
necessary steps to foreclose. A professional searcher of titles went
to the township mentioned in the papers, and found that there was no
such land in existence.

The whole document was purely a myth. The boundaries described
could not be found, and had no existence any more than if they had
been located in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. The grantor named
in the original deed had been dead ten years at the time when the
document was dated, and the whole business was a conspiracy, in which
the lawyer had betrayed his client. One of the conspirators had
turned state’s evidence, and came before us. His position was not
particularly comfortable, and he grew restive under the questions
showered upon him. Little by little the truth was drawn from him, and
he practically confessed to having been the originator of the fraud,
ten years ago. The papers were evidently prepared with care, and had
an appearance of genuineness enough to deceive any man who was not
suspicious of wrong, and had relied upon his lawyer to protect his
rights.

A case that was at the same time amusing and saddening, was that of a
woman, the widow of a laborer, whose horse and cart had been stolen.
She was the complainant and principal witness against the thief,
who was promptly indicted. She stated that she had recovered the
cart, but had not been able to find the horse. The morning after the
indictment had been ordered, we were surprised to see her waiting
outside the grand jury room. A juror asked her what she wanted, and
she replied that she came for her horse.

[Sidenote: “I WANT MY HORSE.”]

She was sent to the court-room, where, I believe, the thief was
speedily tried and convicted. But day after day she came to the grand
jury room, and patiently waited outside for the return of her horse.
Each morning some one would explain to her that we could do nothing,
and she would then go away. But the next morning she would be there as
usual, and for nearly a month she continued her patient but hopeless
watching. Sometimes she would come twice in the same day, and, when
accosted, her answer was always the same, “I want my horse.” At first
her visits were subjects of merriment, but it was very soon discovered
that her mind could not be altogether clear; and our merriment was
changed to pity, and our jests to words of sympathy for her loss.

Most of the witnesses were of the unattractive lot, and as their
stories were much alike, the business became a little dull after the
first week or two. Robberies and fights, and fights and robberies,
were narrated until the atmosphere became charged with them. It was
the same story, or the same stories with slight variation, and we used
to wish for a little variety. And it was astonishing how the advent of
a pretty woman used to refresh the wearied jurors, but they were not
often allowed that luxury.

[Sidenote: A PRETTY WOMAN AS WITNESS.]

One afternoon we came to a case of robbery, and the name of the
first witness had a feminine sound as the clerk read it. Jurors had
been sitting, not quite at their ease, listening to the testimony
of men and women whose stories were as devoid of sentiment as the
certificate of a steamboat inspector, and whose forms and faces were
as unattractive as a dredging machine. When the witness was called
in this case, the jurors listlessly raised their eyebrows, and out
of deference to their acquired habit, turned their eyes towards the
door. She came; we saw; she conquered. She was pretty; she was finely
attired; her demeanor was full of modesty, and, at the same time, of
self-possession. As she walked forward to the foreman’s place, to be
sworn, there was a general straightening of everybody around the room.
Chairs were drawn nearer to the table, young jurors stroked their
mustaches, and old ones passed their hands over their bald crowns, to
be sure that no cobwebs lay there. Collars and neckties were examined,
to ascertain if _en règle_, and when the lady walked to the witness
chair, the double line of heads was as straight and attentive as
though just from the discipline of a Russian drill-master. When the
foreman questioned her, she answered in a voice as silvery as a chime
of tea bells, and it seemed very unfortunate for all her listeners
that her story was brief. Not a word that she spoke was lost to any
of the forty ears that were inclined towards her, and when she turned
upon us a pair of bewitching eyes (I forget their color), there could
be no doubt that the unwashed and unlettered burglar against whom
she complained deserved the severest penalty of the law. As she left
the room, her silken dress rustling like the leaves of autumn in a
gentle breeze, we regretted that she could not longer remain; and
when the door closed, an impressible juror sitting near it moved a
bill of indictment, which would have been carried without opposition,
had there been no necessity for another witness to complete the chain
of evidence. The officer who captured the thief and recovered the
property was then called; but he was a commonplace fellow, and we
only listened to his story in the cause of justice. Compared with the
lady who preceded him, he was as a marine turtle to a gazelle, or as
a mud-scow to a yacht, and we were heartily glad when he was through
with his testimony. If burglars would be free, they should never be
caught robbing a pretty woman who can go before a grand jury. That
fellow received the heaviest sentence allowed by the law, as _she_
went before the petit jury, and told her story under the eye of the
judge.




LXIX.

BORROWING AND BORROWERS.

     HOW THE BUSINESS IS PROSECUTED IN NEW YORK.—THE NUMBER
     OF BORROWERS.—THEIR DIVISIONS AND SUBDIVISIONS.—HOW THEY
     OPERATE.—THE STORIES THEY TELL.—THEIR ENERGY.—ABILITY TO READ
     CHARACTER.—SUFFERINGS OF THEIR VICTIMS.—FRAUDS UPON HORACE
     GREELEY.—DEVICES TO AVOID THESE SWINDLERS.—ANNUAL AMOUNT OF THEIR
     SWINDLES.—HOW A MAN CUTS HIS EYE TEETH.


Money is the motive power of the world. In executive capacity, it
is an angel or devil. By it civilization must be measured, and all
accomplishment wrought. A material blessing, it is the parent, too, of
such an amount of spiritual comfort as may not be reckoned. Money will
buy everything but health and affection; and, through its aid, the one
is protected and the other provoked. No marvel that men worship money;
it is the strongest of secular deities, the firmest of supporters,
and the staunchest of friends. Nobody can live without it; it is life
itself. Every one must and will have it in certain quantity, either
by fair means or foul. Every community is composed of borrowers and
lenders, and the former are always in stupendous majority. They who
have most lend least; and, consequently, borrowers are brought to
depend on the class widely removed from prosperity.

The number of men who subsist upon others by persistent fleecing can
scarcely be estimated. They abound in this country, especially in
New York, which may well be called the haven of the hard-up, and the
blissful seat of the professional borrower. All roads lead to New
York; all swindlers and adventurers journey thither in expectation
of finding victims. Their anticipations are generally realized, and
they bless the stars which have guided them to monetary Manhattan.
They come by every boat and train, from every state and nation, with
devices, plans, and pretexts for genteelly defrauding that colossal
goose known as the Public.

Fortunes are so much more easily and quickly made here than in any
other city, that the borrower, whatever his calling or his clime, is
tempted to visit us because confident of his reward. Europeans often
wonder at the carelessness of Americans in respect to money, and are
astounded when told that, in this Western land, the chief requirements
for procuring loans without security are falsehood and effrontery.
They cannot understand how it is possible for hundreds and thousands
of men to live by politely robbing others, and yet keep up an
assumption of honesty and respectability. Aware that such things could
not be in the old world capitals, they are surprised at the opposite
order of affairs over here.

[Sidenote: THE METROPOLIS AS A FIELD FOR SWINDLERS.]

It would be extremely interesting to know the amount that this
community is swindled out of annually, not only by its own citizens
and people, but by foreigners of every grade. I venture to affirm,
that there are almost always here from twenty to twenty-five thousand
persons whose principal business it is to filch from the purse of
whomsoever they can. Borrowing is their exclusive profession. They
have reduced it to a science, and arranged it as an art. They have a
certain genius for imposition, a dramatic power of misrepresentation,
a fecundity of invention which would have inured to their great
advantage in some honest calling. But of honesty they will have
none; preferring to wheedle, falsify, and plunder by the niceties
of manipulation and the subtleties of deception. These professional
borrowers are of divers degrees and countless types, though their end
is continuously and persistently the same.

The normal mind would suppose that borrowing is the hardest way to
get money; that earnest and honest work of any kind would be much
the easier of the two. But the mind of the professional borrower is
abnormal. Having no clear conception of truth, justice, or advantage,
it sees life at an extremely obtuse angle. It may have been healthful
at first, but it becomes diseased by continued violation of integrity,
and finally ceases to have cognizance of its own operations.

Money is often called, and generally seems to be, a vulgar commodity,
which generous souls ought to be above considering. The mere
possession of money may not be, and indeed it very rarely is, either
refining or ennobling; but to be without it, begets unhappiness, opens
the door to temptation, provokes a tendency to disesteem, if not
to degradation. Nothing is so demoralizing as to be under material
obligations that cannot be discharged; and when these obligations are
voluntarily and continually assumed, he who assumes them grows to be,
ere long, a sycophant and a slave.

[Sidenote: BEWARE OF DEBTS.]

“Beware of debts!” is an excellent motto for secular guidance, and its
conscientious follower will, in the long run, thank his stars for its
adoption. To owe is to be owned, to surrender individuality, to lose
independence, to forfeit self-respect. The debtor soon parts with his
sensibility, and waxes callous. His course winds downward; at every
turn he is forced to do greater violence to his natural self and the
cause of truth. Eventually, he becomes a worse offender than those the
laws punish; for he is an enemy to society whom society has no power
to confine.

[Sidenote: THE CLASSES OF BORROWERS.]

The metropolis is infested with so many and such different borrowers,
and they are so much a part of the community, that they may be divided
and subdivided into classes.

The first class is composed of those who, being in business, draw
largely on the future at a venture, but with the expectation of paying
in due season. They are usually hopeful, even sanguine, though less
prudent and conscientious than they should be, and more considerate
of themselves than of others. These men turn their confidence and
audacity to profit, provided fortune favors them; but if she be
adverse, they go down, and drag their lenders with them. They rise
again, however, in new fashions for borrowing, and once more challenge
circumstances to do their behest. If they win at last, they boast of
their energy, perseverance, and courage, and despise men who have been
more conscientious and less lucky.

The second class have legitimate callings, but substitute credit for
capital. They borrow largely without concerning themselves in regard
to liquidation. They are not positively, though they may be considered
negatively, dishonest. They will pay if they can conveniently; but if
they cannot, they refuse to fret, resigning their financial burdens
to those compelled to bear them. They have the support of an easy
selfishness, and when their creditors complain, they invite them to be
patient, and wait for the day of judgment.

The third class shift from one occupation to another, and in every
shifting are liable to deterioration. Half the time they are out of
business, but they are always going into something new that promises
admirably. They dwell in to-morrow, and defer the fulfilment of all
their engagements to that uncertain fragment of time. They borrow
right and left, careless of whom, never reckoning the amount they
have taken or the covenant they have made. They will pay if they are
dunned; but if not, they will scatter their obligations with their
breath. After a certain range of experience in effecting private
loans, they learn that many persons would rather suffer loss than ask
for a return of money, and they take advantage of this sensibility.
They fortify their want of principle by affirming that a debt is not
due until demanded, and they always pretend to forget what it would be
unpleasant to remember. They are poor in performance. They invariably
want extensions, and regard to-day as if it were non-existent. Catch
them with a full purse, and represent your right to a part of its
contents, and you may count upon payment long deferred.

The fourth class are constitutionally dishonorable—the impersonation
of selfishness. They have no intention of paying, even at the time of
borrowing, and never will pay so long as they can avoid it. They talk
a good deal of their integrity, for the express purpose of imposing
upon their hearers. They consider every man a potential creditor, and
try to influence him to that end. They are good for what they pay cash
for. Their word ranks with their bond, and both are worthless. They
can be depended upon to meet their obligations only when compulsion is
employed.

The fifth class are still worse; for they not only regard borrowing as
a virtue, but they deem payment a vice. To defraud anybody seems to
give them a positive pleasure, and they never felicitate themselves
so much as after a successful swindle. They are earnestly opposed to
discharging any and every obligation, however sacred the circumstances
under which it is contracted. They are among the very few of their
kind who would rather throw away money than pay a debt with it; and
a creditor whom they have been obliged to satisfy, they reckon ever
after as an enemy. By some perversion of understanding and derangement
of morals, they have come to believe that the world’s goods belong
to the most ingenious swindlers, and that they are entitled to such
distinction. This class seldom have any position, commercial or
otherwise, but prey upon the public without mercy.

[Sidenote: THE MOST PROFESSIONAL OF BORROWERS.]

[Sidenote: ENERGY OF THE CLASS.]

The sixth class, so far as known, have never done anything but
borrow. They are the most professional of professionals. Their only
idea of property is to get whatever they can without an equivalent.
Work is hateful to them, and fraud delightful. They struggle hard
for the reward of dishonesty, and receive it with a feeling akin
to enthusiasm. They have never had the slightest credit; and how
they contrive to dupe their fellows, year after year, is one of the
mysteries of humanity. Physiognomy and manners proclaim against them;
and yet they accomplish such results through dishonesty as upright men
would vainly strive for by honorable means. Continual practice renders
them perfect in the art of cozening. They are able to espy a loan in
a face as a banker is to detect alloy in coin. They appear to have an
intuitive knowledge of the contents of an unseen pocket-book, and of
its owner’s special weakness, which they proceed at once to play upon;
they can get money out of a hunks, and have been known to raise the
wind in the dead calm of a millionaire.

These principal classes include subdivisions too numerous and diverse
to mention. Borrowers change their grade as they advance in meanness
and recklessness. They may begin in the first rank and fall to the
lowest. They will do this year what they would not have done last.
They are always liable to sink, even below the level they occupy.
They require a broad field for operations, because the proper victims
cannot be gathered twice by the same hand. They droop their crest
as they accumulate infamy, and exercise more and more hypocrisy and
deeper and bolder falsehood as their career continues.

Borrowers roam the island of Manhattan from morning to midnight,
invading every place and penetrating every corner. They can no
more be shut out than the Atlantic Ocean; they are all-pervading,
persistent, and resistless. They will climb to the apex of Grace
Church, or walk to High Bridge in a driving storm, for the sake of a
trivial loan, when they could not be hired to do honest work for ten
dollars an hour. They never know dejection; if they did, they would
be philanthropic enough to make a case for the coroner. They rob the
credulous and cajole the weak with a zest and cheerfulness which can
only spring from a serene consciousness of doing evil. While the good
suffer and the deserving starve, they enjoy themselves and grow round
with plenty.

Professional borrowers have a knowledge of human nature equal to
Shakspeare or Cervantes; and in physiognomy they laugh Lavater to
scorn. They often ask loans without getting accommodation; but this
does not prove their insight at fault,—only their love for experiment.
The demands they make upon the unwilling are tentative efforts to be
treasured up as warning in the future. They would never go to the
wrong man were not the right one absent. They cannot always have
things as they want, and so they take them as they must. The merest
novice makes no approaches to the Astors, or Stewarts, or Vanderbilts;
their reputation has gone before them, and he can discover at a
glance that not a single dollar can be torn from their financial
souls. Such an absolute incapacity for procuring money gleams from
every lineament of the rich, that the rudest savage would recognize it
on instinct.

If borrowers preyed upon the prosperous, they would do little harm;
but, unfortunately, they find their victims among those who have not
locked up their hearts and thrown away the key. The man who lends is
primarily a good fellow; and that he should be driven into scepticism
and cynicism by deliberate swindles, is deplorable indeed. Such
shattering of faith is a sin against the race; and if a professional
borrower did not aspire to total depravity, he would hesitate before
committing it. But he stops at nothing, except it be the vision of a
debt discharged, or the ghost of an unredeemed due-bill.

[Sidenote: THE FEAR THEY INSPIRE.]

Hundreds of our citizens, strange as it may appear, are in perpetual
dread of borrowers. They are aware that their countenances and their
hearts are against them, and that, resolve as they will, they are in
danger of being wheedled. They are angry with themselves whenever they
succumb to the blandishments they have suffered so much by; and still,
when assailed by a direct petition for a loan, they yield without
protest.

Plausible swindlers seem to keep in memory every over-amiable
man who will open his purse for the telling of a piteous tale or
specious story. They are ever on the trail of such a member of the
tender-hearted tribe, and they inevitably run him down. Go where he
may, they invariably find him out, and, with wheedling tongue, lick up
his substance.

[Sidenote: HORACE GREELEY AS A VICTIM.]

The kind and gentle Horace Greeley was, until the last day of
his life, the victim of impecunious cheats. He was opposed, on
principle, to giving them a penny; and yet, in practice, he was
a perpetual purveyor to their imaginary needs. For many years, I
doubt if any energetic applicant for a loan ever left the presence
of the great journalist without carrying his point. During the last
twenty-five years of his life, Mr. Greeley must have lent to entirely
irresponsible persons, without the slightest expectation of getting
anything back, not far from fifty thousand dollars. Every week he
would berate himself for his encouragement of such “confounded
loafers,” as he styled them, and express his determination to reform
his loose and lavish habit. But with the new week would be resumed the
open-handed generosity, from the impossibility of saying “no” even to
the most transparent impostor.

While entering the Tribune office, the editor would often notice a
borrower lying in wait, and tell him beforehand there was no use
of asking for money; that he could not get another penny under any
circumstances. The cozener, however, knowing his man, would follow him
into the sanctum, and in less than a minute Mr. Greeley would be seen
opening his pocket-book, and be heard to say, “Now, take that, and
don’t come here any more; for I’m going to turn over a new leaf.”

Of course the new leaf was never turned over, unless in a backward
direction. The journalist’s reputation as a succorer of suckers was so
firmly established that he drew them from every quarter, and could not
shake them off.

Hundreds of other New Yorkers have acquired much the same kind of
fame, and are exposed to the same sieges, with similar results.
Fearing borrowers as Captain Cuttle feared his landlady, they seek
their places of business furtively, and go home by back streets.
Not infrequently they lock themselves in private rooms and hide in
out-of-the-way corners, to escape itinerant chevaliers of industry.
While honorable gentlemen are thus skulking to avoid borrowers,
unscrupulous debtors walk composedly through the crowd, and stare
their creditors out of countenance—thus showing the outward advantage
that dishonesty possesses over uprightness and fair dealing.

Some persons have been victimized so often, that they have hung up
placards like these in their offices:—

[Sidenote: PRECAUTIONS OF THE PRUDENT.]

“No money lent here in sums less than ten thousand dollars.”

“All applicants for loans are expected to furnish mortgages on real
estate in the city.”

“Gentlemen desirous of borrowing are referred to the Rothschilds, in
London, Paris, and Frankfort.”

“First-class collaterals required on all loans.”

“Rates of lending to-day, five per cent. a minute, and nothing
received as security except double eagles.”

“Persons who are hard up are politely, but firmly, requested to go to
the devil.”

       *       *       *       *       *

The effect of these announcements is reputed to be excellent. In
numerous instances they prevent professionals from revealing their
chronic wants; in others, they abash fellows who had made up their
minds to arrange for a loan; and in others again, they <DW36> the
hopes formed of a successful swindle.

I have been told, by a person who tried the experiment, that these
manifestoes have saved them thousands of dollars a year, and an
infinite amount of annoyance besides. Such placards certainly have
a fine extinguishing effect upon the flaming ardor of the social
highwaymen so superabundant in Gotham.

The length of time that a borrower (outside of business) has been
plying his vocation may be determined by the amount he asks for. When
he is rather new to the trade, he wishes usually to be accommodated
with a loan of five hundred dollars, and, if that sum be inconvenient,
he thinks he can get along with something less. He has been known
to accept thirty or forty cents on the dollar of his original
proposition, and generally it is not safe to offer him any sort of
compromise.

After a year or two of genteel swindling, the borrower fixes his
demand at from one hundred to fifty dollars, but can be induced to
take twenty-five dollars as a sort of instalment on the obligation,
which he fancies the community has, in some mysterious manner,
incurred.

Ten-dollar swindlers have, for the most part, seen much dishonorable
service, and are among the most numerous of their nefarious guild.
They are to be found everywhere,—in the street, at the hotels, at the
theatres, at the races, even at private parties sometimes,—where they
make the stereotyped excuse that they have left their porte-monnaie in
another coat, and that they would be profoundly obliged for a trivial
loan until the day following.

[Sidenote: PETTY IMPOSTORS.]

The petty impostors, who solicit loans from five dollars to fifty
cents, have usually met with so many rebuffs that they make their
approaches with a diffidence that usually undoes them. They mention
five dollars with an infirmity of voice, evincing that they have no
expectation of obtaining it, and drop down to three, two, or one with
a precipitancy revealing their familiarity with disappointment. As a
last resort, they inquire dolefully for postal currency representing
half a dollar; and it is seldom they fail to get it, through sheer
commiseration, from the person besought.

One of the most transparent and impudent orders of swindlers are those
who tell you they are in a certain strait, and could be easily helped
if they would apply to their father, brother, or some other near
relative. But they are too proud, they take pains to inform you, to
demean themselves in that fashion, and therefore they have recourse
to a stranger on whom they have not the slightest claim. This mode
of borrowing, an insult to the lowest intelligence, deserves to be
answered with the boot; and yet, as it involves a certain sort of
flattery, it frequently meets with a practical response.

It is estimated that, independent of all regular or mercantile
transactions, the denizens of New York lose from five to six million
dollars annually by swindlers claiming to be philanthropists,
reformers, scholars, business men, and gentlemen in temporary
distress. These miscellaneous borrowers have pretexts of every kind,
all of them appealing to the best part of our common nature, if they
were only true.

The sole difference between professional borrowers and beggars is,
that the former always promise to pay, and the latter never promise,
though one can be as much depended upon for settlement as the other.

[Sidenote: CONSTANT CALAMITIES.]

Such recurring calamities as visit these unblushing negotiators of
loans might have been gathered from the multitudinous woes of the
Greek tragedies or the grand operas. The borrowers are very seldom
unprovided with a dead mother, or an unburied wife, or starving
children, or a dishonest partner, or a stolen pocket-book, or a
deferred remittance, or an absolutely necessary journey, or a
remarkable mishap of some sort. They infest the principal hotels
at the busy hours of the day, and employ their best energies in
introducing themselves to the pockets of the boarders. Nearly every
public house appears to have its special haunters, and one ingenious
story will serve their purpose for a month or more. Borrowing has long
been systematized here, and every season is marked by new inventions
and pathetic fictions to delude the generous and unwary.

The audacity of the professional borrower is grand and exalted. He
will stop your carriage in the park, and invite you to a pecuniary
desperation; will make known his financial embarrassment as you are
walking out of church with the present or future Mrs. —— on your arm;
seek a private interview, with a monetary purpose, before you are up
in the morning.

If you were to be hanged,—of which there is no danger in New York,
whatever crime you may commit,—he would steal up behind the sheriff,
as the latter was drawing the black cap over your eyes, and ask you if
you could not spare ten dollars, now that you were going to a country
where national bank-notes are not current.

Most New Yorkers understand so thoroughly the trick of courteous
cozening, that, whenever any man they do not know intimately seems
anxious to see them, they are convinced that he is in quest of a
loan, and in nineteen cases out of twenty their convictions are just.
Neither friendship, nor love, nor detectives can trace a fellow to
his lair, or scent out his sanctuary, like a borrower. He will pursue
his game round the world, and shame a sleuth-hound from the start.

[Sidenote: AT THE END.]

“Lost in the great city” is often a sad truth; but it may be converted
into a fiction if a man in need of money have his attention called to
the pocket-book of the person supposed to be lost. You cannot so bury
yourself in this Babylon of a new world that the borrower will not
bring you to light. And, if you have had experience, when a stranger
flatters you, you will understand, from the degree of his compliment,
the exact amount of the loan he expects to obtain.




LXX.

AMONG THE DETECTIVES.

     DETECTIVE LIFE.—CURIOSITIES OF LIFE IN A GREAT CITY.—NOT KNOWING
     YOUR NEIGHBORS.—PECULIAR ACQUAINTANCES.—ROBBERY OF A DRY GOODS
     STORE.—INGENIOUS DETECTION OF THE CRIME.—LOVE AND JUSTICE.—A
     SURPRISING DENOUEMENT.


There are some men who seem better fitted to live beneath the surface
of the earth than in the open air. Their habits are much like those
of the mole or the weasel, and sometimes they are not altogether
unlike those animals in general appearance. They have the burrowing
propensity of the rat and the woodchuck, and in many instances their
lives are about as reputable as that of the first-mentioned animal.
They seem to avoid the light of day, and to spend their lives in
undermining the works and lives of others. Great cities can furnish a
good supply of these men, and the rural districts are not altogether
destitute of them. They flourish best in large cities, as there they
have a better field for their operations than in the country. In the
country everybody knows everybody else for a considerable distance
around, and can tell you about his family and its antecedents for as
many years as you care to know. Frequently the people observe the
manners and habits of their neighbors with more care than they observe
their own.

In the city men go about their daily occupations, knowing little
and caring little about others, except those with whom they come in
contact or have relations of a business character. In New York, for
example, there is not one householder in five who knows the name and
occupation of his next-door neighbor, and generally he does not care
to know. People may occupy the same house for years without knowing
anything about each other. I can give a personal experience of my own
which will illustrate what I have here stated.

During the first year of my residence in New York, after remaining a
few weeks at a hotel I went one day in search of lodgings in a private
house. I found a house whose exterior pleased me, and on the door-post
there was the attractive announcement, “Rooms to let.” I rang the
bell, made known my object, saw the vacant room, was satisfied, and
engaged it. Next day I moved in. I took my meals at a hotel, and for a
year and a half occupied that room.

[Sidenote: AN ODD EXPERIENCE.]

I did not know the name of anybody in the house except the proprietor,
and never troubled myself about the occupants of the rooms on the
floor where I was located. One day, in ascending the stairs, I met an
acquaintance coming down; an acquaintance whose business was in the
very office where I was located, and whose desk was not far from mine.
We hailed each other, and our conversation revealed the fact that he
had been for two years an occupant of that house, and I had been there
nearly a year. Had we been in the country or almost anywhere else in
America than in New York, we should have known each other’s local
habitation and names in less than a fortnight.

City life, politics, and poverty are about equal in the opportunities
they afford for making acquaintances with peculiar people. These
acquaintances may not be formed very rapidly; but as one moves about
in a great city, he is certain, sooner or later, without any effort
on his own part, to be introduced to men whom he would not always be
willing to recognize in public. Without ever going to church he may
make the acquaintance of clergymen. Without touching a playing card or
entering a gaming house he may be acquainted with gamblers. Without
studying the mysteries of the kinchin lay, or familiarizing himself
with the language of the inhabitants of Blackwell’s Island, or the
state penitentiary, he may become acquainted with thieves of various
grades. Without doing anything for which he should be “shadowed” he
may be familiar with detectives, and without speculating in stocks he
may know the men whose fortunes are made and lost on Wall Street. A
great city is an epitome of the globe, and in its streets, and alleys,
and by-ways may be found all the vicious and dangerous elements of
human existence.

[Sidenote: A DETECTIVE’S STORY.]

Some years ago it was my fortune to become acquainted with a
professional detective. He was not of the elegant sort, whose labors
are confined only to the exposure and punishment of crimes of the
higher grades, but he was a man who, to use his own language to me
one day, was ‘ready for anything.’ He told me several stories of
his experience. He did not present documentary evidence of their
authenticity, and some of them were rather too much for my belief.
Others were plausible enough to be true, and as the man always
appeared to have plenty of money, I concluded that he must be an
expert at the business. One evening he told me his experience in
working up a case of robbery, which I will endeavor to give as nearly
as possible in his own words:—

“A dry goods merchant on Broadway had lost a considerable amount
of property at various times, but on no one occasion was there a
large quantity taken. Of course the clerks in the establishment
were suspected, but there was no way of discovering whether they
were guilty or not. A close watch had been set on all of them, but
nothing could be discovered. I was engaged to work up the case, and
to enable me to do so, I was employed in the store as an extra clerk
and salesman. It was thought that the foreman and floor walkers might
be guilty of the robbery, and therefore they were not taken into the
secret. The head of the house explained, however, to the foreman
that I was a relative of his wife, and had been thrown upon him to
provide for. It was therefore understood that I was not to be required
to work very hard, and was to be allowed to go out whenever I asked
permission. With this understanding I went to work at my new business.
I did not know anything about dry goods, nor about selling them, and
consequently they put me upon the commonest articles, which were not
in very great demand. This gave me plenty of time for looking around
and observing the habits of the clerks.

“I became acquainted with one after another, but made no headway for
several weeks in discovering the secret. I accompanied the clerks
to their rooms occasionally, and sometimes we were at the theatre
together. I knew the salaries that were paid in the establishment,
and I knew just how much money each man could afford to spend, and
my object was to find out what man among them was living beyond his
income. All of them appeared to be quiet, well-behaved young men.
Some of them were members of the Young Men’s Christian Association,
and others patronized the Mercantile Library, and spent most of their
evenings there. Three or four were a little inclined to fast lives,
but evidently did not have money enough to carry out their wishes.

“After a time I found out that one, who was the most quiet and
unobtrusive of the whole lot, seemed to be living a little beyond his
means. Upon him I fixed my suspicion and watched him closely both in
the store and out of it.

[Sidenote: MAKING FRIENDS.]

“He and I became fast friends. We went about the city together; we
visited the theatres and beer-gardens, and on Sundays took a trip
to Coney Island, where we occasionally spent several dollars in
entertaining ourselves and chance acquaintances; but the young man,
whom I will call Johnson, was constantly on his guard, and whenever
I proposed any new amusement or any additional expense, he always
opposed it, and said that he could not afford it, though somehow he
generally did afford it before we got through.

“I found he had a sister living in Harlem. Occasionally, but not
often, she called at the store. She rarely bought anything, and never
remained longer than a few minutes. He visited her every few days,
though sometimes a week or two might intervene between his journeys
to the place where she lived. Several times, when he was absent and
I knew he was to be away for the evening, I visited his room, and
searched it carefully; but never a thing could I find to implicate him
in the robbery. Not a scrap of silk or lace or anything of the sort
could ever be discovered in the room.

“I next managed to be introduced to his sister, and of course I
pretended a great liking for her. She was living in a very quiet way,
in a boarding-house, and was a teacher, on a small salary, in one of
the public schools. Having ascertained her salary, and, calculating
her expenses, making an estimate of the value of her clothing as
nearly as I could, I was satisfied that she was living somewhat beyond
her salary.

[Sidenote: SEARCHING A LADY’S ROOM.]

“One day Johnson told me that he was going with his sister to a school
picnic. He had obtained leave of absence from the store, and I thought
it an excellent time to make investigations. So I went to his sister’s
boarding-house, inquired for the young lady, and of course was told
that she was away. I explained to the landlady that I had received a
message, saying that she would be at home several hours earlier than
she had expected, and that I was to meet her that afternoon, to go on
another excursion. I said it was about time for her to reach home,
and, if the landlady had no objection, I would wait in the parlor. As
I had been there frequently, and the landlady knew me, she made no
objection. Luckily she went out a few minutes after, and gave me more
freedom to operate than I had expected.

“I immediately went to the young lady’s room,—of course it was very
impolite for me to do so,—and searched it thoroughly. It is of no use
telling you all I found there, unless you have never been in a lady’s
room, and do not know what it contains. She had a very good wardrobe,
better than most young women in her position. It struck me as very odd
that she had four dresses of rich black silk, which did not appear to
have been made a very great while. Four dresses of black silk are a
pretty good supply for a school teacher on a small salary, and I made
up my mind that the silk came from the dry goods store where Johnson
was engaged.

“There is a great difference between believing a thing and proving it.
You may be certain of it from the circumstances, but it may not be
very easy for you to go into court and show its reality. Now, here
was my predicament. I thought four dresses were too many for one young
lady, just as I once thought, when I searched a man’s trunk, and found
fourteen coats of different sizes, and no trousers or vests, that it
was a remarkable wardrobe for a gentleman to have. But how was I to
get at the fact, and show the connection between the wearing apparel
of Miss Johnson and the Broadway dry goods store?

[Sidenote: A DETECTIVE MAKING LOVE.]

“To help matters along, I made love to Miss Johnson in the regular
way, referred to my relations with the dry goods house, and obtained
an indorsement from the head of the firm, as a relative of his wife.
I was getting along very well, only I did not want to propose and get
an engagement, because that might make the situation a little awkward.
I deferred the day of proposal on the ground that my uncle in the
country, from whom I had expectations, was opposed to my marriage,
except to a lady of his choosing; and that I should be obliged to
wait until he had handed in his checks, which would be before a great
while, as he had a lovely cough, and the rheumatism, supplemented with
the dyspepsia and gout, so that the situation was perfectly charming.

“Johnson approved of my attentions to his sister, and of course we
became warmer friends than ever. All this time I was studying to
entrap the two, so as to fasten the robbery of the dry goods house
upon them. One day I pretended a great admiration for a certain kind
of silk that I had seen at the store. I told Laura that it suited
her complexion exactly, and was just the dress she ought to wear. It
was a light- silk, of a peculiar shade, which had been made
expressly to order for the dry goods house, and I knew that they had
the monopoly of it. I spoke about it several times, and said I hoped,
one of these days, to be able to present her with a dress of this
sort, but did not know when it would be, as my income, just at that
time, was too small for any lavish expense.

“Love for me made the girl incautious. Four or five days later, twenty
or thirty yards of this silk were missing from the store; and in a
week or more, when I made a call, Laura surprised me with a dress of
the material I had so much admired. I praised it, and I praised her,
and she was happy.

[Sidenote: A SUPPER AT DELMONICO’S.]

“I invited her to accompany me the following evening to a theatre,
and told her she must wear that dress; that I wanted her to be the
prettiest and best dressed woman there; and, dressed in that, I knew
she would be. We went to the theatre, and afterwards to Delmonico’s,
where I had arranged to be shown to a private room for supper. I had
invited her brother to join us, and, to avoid his suspecting anything,
I told him that the day before, I had received a remittance of fifty
dollars from my uncle, and was going to have a pleasant evening,
without regard to the expense.

“But her brother was not the only person to be there that evening. The
head of the firm was waiting where he could see us enter, and with him
was a policeman.

“Our supper was brought, and was progressing finely; we had each taken
a glass of champagne, and possibly two glasses, and, as the servant
came into the room bringing something I had ordered, he was followed
by the head of the firm and the man in blue. Johnson was arrested
for theft, and his sister for being an accessory to the theft. Both
turned pale; the young lady fainted, so that we had to dash water
in her face—seriously injuring the elegant dress she wore. Johnson
stoutly denied his guilt. He was taken from the room before his
sister recovered. When she came to her senses, we told a pardonable
falsehood, and said that he had confessed everything. She supposed
our statement true, and then acknowledged that she had first urged
her brother to the commission of the theft, in order to gratify her
love for finery. With an eye to economy, she had always induced him,
when stealing on her account, to take enough to pay for making up
the material, so that she would not be subject to any expense at the
dress-maker’s.

[Sidenote: A CONFESSION.]

“Johnson maintained his innocence until his sister told him that she
had made a confession. Then he acknowledged his guilt, and explained
how the robberies had been carried on.

“He had managed to ingratiate himself with the porter who swept out
the place after the day’s work was over. During the day he would fold
the silk he intended to steal into a bundle that might resemble a lot
of waste paper, watch his chance, and throw it in a place just large
enough to receive it, under a shelf, a few inches above the floor.
When the porter swept the store, he brought out the package with his
broom, taking care to have a sufficient quantity of waste paper and
rubbish lying near to prevent attracting attention to the package.
In this way he would get it outside, and take it to his home, where
Johnson would call for it. The porter received something for his
efforts in the cause of dishonesty, and the stolen property would be
taken to Laura’s house, whence it would go either to the dress-maker
or to a receiver of stolen goods.

“The porter was arrested an hour later, and both he and Johnson
received the punishment due to them for their crime. As for the
girl who was the cause of the theft, she was allowed to escape,
on condition of leaving the city immediately. The firm would have
prosecuted her, had it not been for my intercession. I liked the girl,
and was ashamed of the trick I had played upon her; but then, you
know, it was in the interest of justice, and a man ought to be willing
to do anything for the sake of honesty.

“It is a little off color to make love to a girl, and pretend you want
to marry her, just for the sake of entrapping her into the disclosure
of a crime; but this is the way of the world, and anybody who thinks
differently does not know the whole duty of the detective. Why, I have
been to a fellow whom I suspected, and told him that his wife and
children had been killed by a railway accident, and got him worked up
to a terrible condition of anguish. I did it just to throw him off his
guard, make him a little crazy perhaps, and then, while he did not
know what he was about, I would accuse him of a crime, and get him to
own up.

“If a man is going to be a good detective, he must not go frescoing
around with anything like fine feelings. If he does not go in for
all the tricks of the business, he is not likely to succeed in his
profession.”




LXXI.

WAR AND PRISON ADVENTURES.

     EXPERIENCES OF AN ARMY CORRESPONDENT.—RUNNING THE BATTERIES OF
     VICKSBURG.—EXCITING SCENES.—PERILOUS SITUATION AND HAIR-BREADTH
     ESCAPE.—SHOT, SHELL, STEAM, FIRE, AND WATER.—TWO YEARS AS A
     CAPTIVE.—TUNNELLING.—ITS MODE, MANAGEMENT, AND MISHAPS.—TOILING
     FOR FREEDOM UNDER GROUND.—BOLD AND PROSPEROUS EFFORTS FOR
     LIBERTY.—LIFE IN A DUNGEON.—PERISHING BY INCHES.—DEATH ON EVERY
     HAND.—SUBTERRANEAN SEEKING FOR THE LIGHT.—SELF-DELIVERANCE AT LAST.


When I was a small boy, and fed my miniature mind with thrilling
accounts of the adventures of famous men, of their incarceration in
prison, and of their escapes, I had no expectation of one day sharing
in experiences of a very similar character. I can understand now why
I felt so much interest in the biographies of Baron Trenck, Walter
Raleigh, Cervantes, Silvio Pellico, and other noted personages who had
spent much of their life in confinement. I little dreamed then that I
should be for two years a prisoner, and last of all a prisoner in my
own country, held by my own countrymen.

As may be supposed, the fortunes of war—our Great Rebellion—proved
adverse to me, and I became the occupant of no less than eight
different southern prisons.

The way I chanced to fall into the enemy’s hands was this. Having
been a war correspondent for twice a twelvemonth, and having learned,
under a variety of circumstances, how it feels to be shot at, and what
the feeling is of just escaping death, I had a curiosity to enjoy the
sensation of running the formidable batteries of Vicksburg during the
spring of 1863. I communicated my intention to two of my companions,
and they said that they would go with me. We were at Young’s Point,
Louisiana, whence the army had already begun to move, by land to New
Carthage, designing to cross the Mississippi River there, and attack
Vicksburg in the rear. A number of gunboats and several transports
had already run the batteries, and on none of these had I been able
to obtain permission to go. Just at this time, another expedition,
consisting of two large barges loaded with provisions, and bound to
a steam-tug, was fitting out, and almost ready to start. Running
the batteries was considered extremely perilous—so much so that the
soldiers accompanying the transports, instead of being ordered to that
duty, were allowed to obey their own inclination. The custom was for
the officers of the regiments to announce that so many privates were
needed, and that those who wished to take the risk would step forward.

[Sidenote: A HAZARDOUS EXPEDITION.]

The special expedition in which we military journalists were concerned
was deemed an unusually dangerous one, for the reason that the river
had then fallen, and there was considerable probability that the boats
might get aground in front of the great guns, and be shot to pieces.
Moreover, the moon was at the full, and at the hour of our starting—a
little after midnight—would be in the very zenith of the heavens. The
other vessels had gone down on dark and stormy nights, when they could
hardly be seen from the Mississippi shore, and when the probability of
their being struck was very small. Several old south-western pilots
advised me not to try the experiment; for, if I did, the chances were
twenty to one against my coming out alive. “I know the river,” one
said, “and the state it is in just now. Besides, those two big barges
will be so clumsy, hitched to that little tug, that they’ll be dead
sure to stick on that bar opposite Vicksburg, and then you boys’ll
have a lively time. The rebs will riddle you from stem to stern, and
there won’t be a Yankee left to tell the tale.”

I laughed at this gloomy picture, quoting, “The gods take care of
Cato.” The pilots, who had never read Cato, or even heard of Addison,
replied in their literal way that they didn’t know my name was Cato,
and that they were sure there was no such steamboat on the river.

[Sidenote: A SLOVENLY PREPARATION.]

The night we cast off our lines and floated down the Mississippi
on our eventful expedition was as lovely a night as I have ever
seen in any part of the world. The sky was without a cloud; the air
was deliciously soft, and the heavens were so bright that we could
read the newspapers without the slightest difficulty. There were
thirty-five of us in all, including some twenty enlisted men, who
had volunteered to go along in order to resist the enemy, if our
vessels should be disabled and boarded. Never was any expedition worse
prepared. The two barges were laden with barrels of pork and boxes
of army bread, and on the top were bales of hay. The hay, which was
extremely dry, was scattered all over, so that a spark—not to speak
of a bursting shell—might ignite it in a moment, and so destroy our
vessels inevitably. In addition to this, we had not a bucket on board,
in the likely event of fire; nor had we a single small boat to get
away with, should the flames master us. Still, all being volunteers,
none of us were obliged to go unless we wished, and, as we said, the
greater the danger, the greater the sensation, and the more we should
enjoy its memory, provided we were fortunate enough to escape. It is
due to the prudence of Captain ——, who fitted out the expedition in
such an admirably reckless manner, to say that he did not intend to
accompany us.

We had about five miles to run before reaching the batteries. There
is a sharp bend in the river just above Vicksburg, caused by a tongue
of land or peninsula on the Louisiana side. This peninsula had been
covered with trees; but the rebels had cut them down, so that their
guns had full sweep across it, and could command any and all vessels
descending the stream when they were nearly three miles above the
batteries. We floated at first, knowing that the puff of steam from
the tug could be heard at a long distance in the midnight silence,
and would necessarily attract the attention of the enemy. The first
twenty minutes were passed quite pleasantly. We opened a bottle of
wine, and drank to the success of our adventure, lighted our cigars,
and chatted upon the possibilities of the situation. Thinking
disaster might befall us, we tore up the few private letters we had
in our pockets, and indulged in all kinds of jests respecting the
potentiality of the result.

[Sidenote: UNDER FIRE AT VICKSBURG.]

We had scarcely reached the bend of the Mississippi, when we saw a
flash from the hostile guns, heard the boom, and felt that the outer
barge was struck. We thought that to be hit by the first shot was
pretty good to begin with. Knowing, too, that we should be nearly
three quarters of an hour under fire,—most of the time immediately
in front of the batteries,—our prospects of a happy issue to our
expedition were far from brilliant. There being no further use in
attempting to steal on the foe, the engineer of the tug set the engine
in motion. Our progress, hampered by the huge barges, was necessarily
slow—very little greater than that of the current.

The initial gun was followed by a hundred others. For several miles
along the Mississippi shore, the batteries belched forth shot and
shell, until the bank of the river seemed all ablaze. Those who went
for excitement certainly found it. The roar of the guns—some of the
largest calibre—was almost deafening. The round shot howled over our
heads; the shells shrieked fiercely and then exploded, many of them
just above the barges. We could hear fragments falling about us,
and it appeared as if the shot, so thick did they come, sometimes
grazed our hair and our whiskers. As a pyrotechnic exhibition, it was
splendid, and we should have enjoyed it greatly, had we not heard in
the brief intervals of the cannonading the groans of the poor fellows
who had been struck.

Such a situation is certainly a strong test of courage, which
frequently quails in an entire state of placidity, when it would not
blanch before the deadliest peril, could it be actively met. All we
had to do—all, indeed, we could do—was to stand and take it. There
was no possibility of shrinking or retreating, even had we been so
inclined. We were precisely in the position of a regiment under a
galling fire, and ordered not to move or return a single shot. Boom,
bang, boom! whiz, yship, hursh! roar, crack, shriek!

[Sidenote: EXCELLENT GUNNERY PRACTICE.]

Such were the indescribable sounds that greeted and surrounded us for
fully forty minutes, and you may be sure the minutes were not short.

The whole night was radiant, with flashing artillery and bursting
shells. The brightness of the moon and stars was quite eclipsed; they
looked dim and yellow through the blaze and smoke of war. The barges
were struck again and again, and so were the bales of hay; but still
the boats were not materially injured, and we could plainly hear the
puff, puff, puff, of the tug, doing its best to carry along the great
burden to which it was tied.

My two journalistic friends and myself were side by side, watching the
exhibition with an interest that might be called personal. We were not
excited, as we had supposed we should be, owing, no doubt, to the fact
that we had had two years’ experience in the field. And yet we were
forced to admit that it was about the liveliest experience under fire
which we had ever enjoyed. I presume that our nerves were at a higher
tension than we suspected, though we talked very glibly, and discussed
the probability of our getting through, albeit much of what we said
was lost in the infernal din.

What the French call the fire of hell was unremittingly kept up.
A hundred guns seemed to explode, and a hundred shells to burst,
every second. We suggested that the so-called Confederacy would soon
expend all its ammunition, if it long continued such a tremendous
cannonading; but then we remembered that long before it could be
exhausted, we should be in a condition to know or care very little
about it.

Under such circumstances, men who have any coolness, or inclination to
speculate, are very apt to become fatalists, irrational as fatalism is.

“I don’t believe,” said one of my companions, “that I am destined to
die here.” And the other remarked, “If my time has come, it might as
well be here as anywhere else.”

[Sidenote: A TERRIBLE EXPLOSION.]

Our speculations were cut short by an explosion, not so loud as, and
altogether different from, any other that had taken place; and almost
at the same instant there was a rush of steam, with a great deluge of
live coals and cinders all about us. “What the devil is the matter
now?” asked one correspondent. “This seems to be a new sensation!”
exclaimed the second; while I solved the mystery by declaring that the
boiler of the tug had exploded.

That I was right, was proved by the immediate cessation of the regular
puff, puff, puff. A large shell had fallen upon the little steamer,
and, bursting, a fragment had penetrated the boiler, causing the
explosion, and throwing the fires of the furnace upon the dry hay
covering the upper part of the barges. The loose hay caught at once.
We ran to extinguish it; but our effort was vain. The fire blazed up
before and behind us, and not having any means of putting it out, we
abandoned further endeavor. On looking around, we discovered that
a number of the soldiers, and those of the crew of the tug who had
not been killed outright, were very severely scalded. Others, as we
knew, had been badly wounded by shot and shell. At least half of the
thirty-five men with whom we had set out were either dead or badly
hurt, and our first thought was to help the poor fellows that could
not help themselves.

Those who were sound began pushing the bales of hay into the river,
and putting the wounded upon them. The barges burned like tinder,
and in a few minutes after they had been ignited, two thirds of them
were wrapped in flames. The rebels, strangely unmindful of their
much boasted chivalry, continued their fire, though they must have
seen that our expedition was utterly wrecked. Having gotten off the
wounded, we who were unharmed jumped overboard, and secured a bale
apiece, designing to float down the river beyond the city, and then
those of us who were expert swimmers, at least, strike out for the
Louisiana shore, and try to get back to our camp at Young’s Point.

Alas for the vanity of human expectation! One of my journalistic
associates and myself had arranged this programme to our
satisfaction, when, hearing the sound of rowlocks, we knew the enemy
must be out in small boats to capture the survivors of our ill-fated
expedition. Consequently we left our bales, and floated,—nothing but
our faces out of the water,—believing that by so doing, we should
remain unnoticed. We had not floated quite a minute before a yawl,
filled with armed men, was rowed up to us, and we were seized and
drawn into the boat, with the remark from a rebel captain, “We will
get you d——d Yankees once in a while.”

[Sidenote: IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY.]

We did not like our capture, but we took it good-naturedly, though it
seemed rather hard that, after escaping shot, shell, steam, fire, and
water, we should have the bad luck to fall into the enemy’s hands.

The old pilot had proved a prophet. There was not a single Yankee left
to tell the tale. The expedition was reported a total loss, with all
on board, and some of us had the pleasure, long after, of reading our
own obituaries in the northern journals. They were very kind; so kind,
indeed, that we had some hesitation in declaring ourselves alive,
lest, when we should really shuffle off this mortal coil, we might
not be spoken of so generously. General Sherman, who then had, and
may still have, a tender affection for war journalists, expressed his
sympathy that night with our reported death by saying, “We shall have
despatches from h—l now before breakfast.”

Even we correspondents, who had had glowing visions of the highly
rhetorical accounts that we had intended to furnish to the New York
journals, were deprived of the privilege of putting a word on paper.
Our career of imprisonment began, and a very dreary career it was.
We were thrust into two places of incarceration in Vicksburg; were
then transferred to Jackson; then to Selma; then to Atlanta; then
to Richmond, and finally to Salisbury; having in that time been the
inmates, as I have said, of eight different prisons, each one of which
was, if possible, more repulsive than that immediately preceding.

[Sidenote: PLANS FOR ESCAPING.]

At the famous Libby Prison we made our earliest efforts to escape;
for at the other places we had not remained long enough to perfect
any plans for freedom. We all had more faith in tunnelling than in
anything else; but being kept on the upper floors of the old tobacco
house in Richmond, we had no opportunity to put our faith into the
form of works. If we could only have tunnelled the air, we should have
come out in the camp of the army of the Potomac before we had spent a
month in the Libby.

Numerous efforts were made by the Union officers, while we were
with them, to have their quarters changed to the ground floor, on
the score of comfort; but their southern keepers were too shrewd to
put them there, knowing full well that the prospect of escape by
tunnelling would be vastly increased. The northern invaders, as they
were denominated, could get down to one of the lower floors, a few at
a time; but these were not enough to do the digging, and the other
hard work required, within any safe period. They did not, however,
surrender their plans, and frequently at night we used to discuss at
length the most available means for securing our freedom.

Months after, when one of my fellow-scribes and myself (the second
had been duly exchanged at Richmond) had been sent farther south as
“hostages for the good conduct of the Washington government,” we were
delighted to learn that the gallant officers we had left behind in
Libby had at last succeeded in digging the long-contemplated tunnel,
and, what was better, getting their liberty once more.

The ground floor in the most western of the three adjoining warehouses
composing the Libby Prison was devoted, during the winter of 1863-4,
to storage and lumber, and was seldom visited by the rebel officials.
This was very fortunate for the Yankees, who had been prevented
before from commencing operations in that quarter, in consequence of
the occupation of the floor by some of the southern subordinates. As
soon as the prisoners learned that they could operate to advantage,
they sawed a hole through the floor of the second story, carefully
concealing it by the piece of plank they had sawed out. This story
was part of their quarters, and they could readily determine when
the coast was clear, and let down some of their number, who were not
long in removing enough of the first floor to begin their digging.
They worked like beavers, relieving each other every two hours, and
performing all their labor at night. They began their tunnel just
inside of the outer wall, went below the foundation of the building,
and then dug laterally to a point where they deemed it safe to come up.

[Sidenote: WORKING IN A TUNNEL.]

I have had so much experience in tunnels that I regard myself as an
authority thereon. They are generally only large enough to admit the
body of a good-sized man, who creeps into them, and, lying nearly
flat, digs as hard as he can with any instrument he may procure.
After the tunnel has been extended thirty or forty feet, lack of
ventilation prevents the burning of lights, and anything like freedom
of breathing. The Libby tunnel was some seventy feet long; and to
remedy this defect, the officers made a large pair of bellows, much
resembling those used by blacksmiths, with tacks, blankets, and
boards. With this rude but ingenious instrument, they supplied with
oxygen the two men employed in the tunnel, one in advance digging,
and the other behind, carrying out, or rather backing out, with the
dirt in a haversack. Progress, under such adverse circumstances, is
necessarily slow, the digging generally being done with a pocket or
case knife. Sometimes not more than two feet is made by twelve hours
of hard labor, and no one works more than an hour at a time, as the
foul air is very exhausting.

[Sidenote: THE GREAT TUNNEL AT LIBBY PRISON.]

The Libby tunnel was not completed in less than a month, the officers
being in constant dread lest it should be discovered. But it was not
even suspected, and on a certain morning everything was pronounced
ready for the test of its practical availability. Those who had done
the most work and been the longest in confinement had precedence.
About ten o’clock the prisoners began crawling into the tunnel
one by one, while the entire number, including those who had no
expectations of freedom, lay anxiously awake, awaiting the result of
the undertaking. When daylight came, nearly a hundred and twenty, if I
remember rightly, had gotten out; after that hour all further attempt
had to be abandoned. A few poor fellows in the mouth of the tunnel
were obliged to creep back and surrender the prospect of freedom for
which they had so earnestly longed.

At the Libby, as in most prisons, the roll was called and the men
counted every morning and evening, for the purpose, of course, of
seeing if anybody had escaped. That particular morning at the Libby,
the absence of the one hundred and twenty rendered the existence of a
tunnel so highly probable that the rebels at once set about finding
it, and in less than an hour they succeeded. They were angry enough,
especially as one of the missing was Colonel A. D. Streight, who
had been captured with a number of his men on a raid into Georgia,
and whom the rebels so cordially detested, that they refused to
exchange him, or the officers with him, thus interrupting the cartel
until nearly the close of the war. I knew Streight very well in
captivity,—he fell into the enemy’s hands in Georgia on the same date
that I had a similar fortune in front of Vicksburg,—and I was rejoiced
at his getting away, because his foes were so anxious to retain him.

The officers who escaped had a very severe experience. Long
confinement and wretched food, not to speak of the poisoned air they
had breathed, had rendered them weak and incapacitated for exertion.
They had not more than seventy-five miles to go to reach our camp,
but many of them could not march, others lost their way, and others
again lacked the nerve and will to push steadily on. At least half of
them were retaken, and those who arrived within our lines were in a
pitiable condition. They had suffered from want of food and shelter;
were excessively fatigued, and so foot-sore that in numerous instances
their toe-nails came off, and they were unable to walk any distance
for weeks after.

[Illustration: OUR QUARTERS IN LIBBY PRISON.]

The second prison in Richmond to which we were consigned was the
notorious Castle Thunder. There was no more opportunity for digging
tunnels there than there had been at the Libby; and yet we had,
if not expectations of escape, a settled determination to employ
every possible means in our power. We plotted and plotted by night
and by day; had secret communications with Unionists in Richmond; had
rendezvous appointed in the event of our getting out; had the guards
bribed; had our programme fully arranged; indeed, had everything
complete except our escape. The fault certainly was not ours; for
prisoners were never more prudent, never more watchful, never worked
harder than we. Fate seemed to be against us. There was always a
hitch, a tangle, a broken link, for which we were not in any way
responsible. Having three of the guards properly bribed, one of them
on the particular night when we intended to get out would inevitably
become intoxicated; some agent whom we had trusted for a certain
emergency would fall ill; a highly important message would miscarry
at the critical moment; and thus were we cheated of our exertion
and enterprise so repeatedly that it is singular we did not despair
altogether.

[Sidenote: HOW PLANS WERE FRUSTRATED.]

We were betrayed once by a contemptible Marylander, who, himself a
prisoner, and pretending to be excessively loyal, imparted to the
authorities what he had suspected, in the hope of gaining their favor.
The result was, that we were thrust into a noisome dungeon, and kept
there for two weeks, with half a dozen deserters from the rebel
army, who had varied their military life by forgery, burglary, and
assassination. Having been returned to our old quarters, and having
just formed a new project for emancipation, which we felt assured
would fulfil its purpose, we were ordered off to Salisbury.

I remember that three or four desperate rebels in the condemned cell
adjoining the apartment in which we were confined, freed themselves in
an audacious manner, that entitled them to my admiration. They sawed
through the floor, keeping up such a rattling of their chains while at
work, that nobody could hear them, got down to the first floor, seized
each a loaded musket from one of the racks, dashed out of the front
entrance, shot one of the sentinels through the head, knocked another
down with the butt of a gun, ran by the third, and disappeared in the
darkness. The third sentinel fired his piece after them, and a general
alarm was given; but, in spite of the fact that the Castle was in a
much frequented part of the city, the bold fugitives got clearly away,
and were never seen after in Richmond. They deserved a prosperous
issue for their reckless courage; but there was something of luck in
it, and I doubt, had I made the same attempt, if I should have been
able to reach the outer door.

[Sidenote: TREATMENT AT SALISBURY.]

At Salisbury we were kept like cattle (except that we were not nearly
so well treated), in a large enclosure, sleeping, or rather lying
down, in an old building formerly used as a cotton factory. This
building, with a number of miserable out-houses, was employed as the
prison quarters, until some thousands of enlisted Union men were sent
down there, when a system of freezing, starving, and murder seemed to
be deliberately established by the rebel commandant.

Things soon became so bad that they could hardly get worse. It was
death to remain, and even if an attempt to escape proved to be death
also, we thought we should have the satisfaction of dying in an effort
to obtain freedom, instead of perishing like rats in a hole.

Salisbury was the most hideous prison-pen, not even excepting
Andersonville, in the entire South. Its one redeeming feature was,
that it was not without facilities for tunnelling. These did not
amount to a great deal, for the reason that we had spies in camp; the
captives being made up of deserters from both armies, professional
ruffians, and miscreants of every sort. Moreover, so intense was the
suffering that not a few men, naturally loyal, but not of heroic
stuff, could not resist the temptation to treachery, when they knew
that their treachery would be rewarded by the food and raiment for the
want of which they were perishing.

Tunnels were digging constantly, and were as constantly failing
for the reasons I have mentioned. As my friend and myself were the
only war correspondents at Salisbury, we were individualized to our
fellow-captives, and having been longer in prison than anybody else,
they were not only willing, but glad, to do anything which would aid
us to escape. Consequently, we were informed of any and all plans,
and given an interest in every tunnel that was projected, begun, or
partially constructed. After one had fairly gotten under way, we
would be invited to, and we would, examine it. Creeping on our hands
and knees through its length, and then retreating in the fashion of
a crab, we would pronounce the tunnel good, with the simultaneous
instinct that it could not long remain undiscovered after we had made
its acquaintance.

[Sidenote: RIGID SEARCH OF PRISONERS.]

No wonder we often thought we were destined to breathe our last in
durance vile. Every scheme, contrivance, or device for our deliverance
appeared doomed to an untimely nipping. I can recall a dozen occasions
when I entered tunnels in the evening just ready to be tapped, and
through which I intended the next night to take my departure. The
first thing I would learn, the following morning, would be, that
somebody had turned informer, and that we must have recourse to still
another enterprise.

I never did much work myself. I was as willing as Barkis; but I had
little skill in that species of practical engineering, and was so
much excelled by my companions in captivity that I did not insist on
performing my share of the labor. So many of our tunnels had exploded,
as we used to style it, that the authorities put on double lines of
sentinels, compelling us to carry a tunnel so far that the obtainment
of oxygen became impossible. Sixty or seventy feet, or even eighty or
ninety, may be managed; but one hundred and forty or fifty feet cannot
be accomplished without a ventilating apparatus, and at Salisbury we
were absolutely without implements of any kind. It was quite common
there for our custodians to draw us up in a line, and compel us to
surrender, not only our valuables, on pretence that we might bribe
the guards, but also our pocket-knives, and anything that might in
any way aid us in our liberation. Old scraps of iron, and whatever
might be converted into a sharp instrument, were, therefore, in active
demand, and the supply entirely inadequate. I recollect that I was
hailed with joy, on a certain afternoon, when I exhibited an ancient
case-knife that I had contrived to conceal, and which not the neediest
rag-picker in Paris could be persuaded to throw into his basket.

How the poor unfortunates at Salisbury did toil at tunnels, and how
perverse fortune always proved! I make no question that scores of
the captives, at the rate of three dollars a day, would have earned
hundreds of dollars each in digging, and all, alas! to no purpose. The
fabled industry of the Trojans was not to be compared to theirs. No
sooner was one tunnel discovered than they set about making another,
and when that blew up, they turned to a third, and a fourth, and a
fifth, and a sixth, as if they were incapable of discouragement. Hope
springs eternal in the human breast, especially when the human breast
is famishing by slow degrees, and freedom smiles never so faintly in
the far-off distance.

[Sidenote: SEVERE LABOR IN TUNNELS.]

If there be any severer labor than tunnelling, I am unacquainted with
it. The first time I became a digger was on a hot summer day. Armed
with an ordinary jack-knife, the blade of which was broken, I attacked
the firm earth, and, for nearly two hours and a half, strove, like
Hercules, against one of the original elements. The work would have
been nothing in the open air, even with the noonday sun blazing down;
but in that narrow, underground channel, where half a respiration was
impossible, every movement of the muscles, every throb of the pulses,
every beat of the heart, resembled a spasm, and the slightest exertion
appeared like the greatest. The perspiration started from all my
pores, my head ached, my lungs grew painful, my breath became hot and
stertorous. The man behind me, who was engaged in removing the dirt,
insisted on my stopping, saying that I was overworking, and that an
hour at a time was quite as much as anybody ought to endure.

I would not heed him. My opposition was aroused, the spirit of
the perverse was prompting me. I had determined to stay there and
toil as long as I could move my hands, or catch a breath. I went
beyond my resolution. I dug and dug, and after a while the sense of
semi-suffocation and the pain in my breast seemed to cease. My head
appeared to be on fire; the little candle I had before me shone as
a calcium light. I fancied that I was inspired, that I could never
be fatigued, and I wrought feverishly, but effectually, until my
assistant wondered at the amount of earth he was obliged to carry
off. I imagined that hours and days had passed. While I was delving
energetically, though wildly, I lost consciousness, and chaos and
oblivion came. I knew nothing more until I found myself stretched on a
blanket, and my faithful Achates—noble fellow that he was—bathing my
face, chafing my temples, and wondering if I should ever revive.

[Sidenote: NARROW ESCAPE FROM SUFFOCATION.]

Then I learned that I had swooned, and been dragged out of the tunnel
by the feet—more dead than alive. The fever of delirium had seized me,
and this I had mistaken for inexhaustible strength. Unquestionably
I had been very near my end. If I had been allowed to remain there
five minutes longer, I should have been thrown into the trench near
the prison where so many poor fellows had gone before me, and have
furnished the theme for a brief obituary.

Give me liberty or give me death! has become a stereotyped phrase. It
is impossible to tell which is the better of the two; but I came much
nearer gaining one than the other in the tunnel, which I had before
associated only with the former.

[Sidenote: HOPE AND DISAPPOINTMENTS.]

When next I am thrown into prison—I do not believe it will be in my
own country—I trust I shall have the means for constructing tunnels
after an approved manner, and that they will not continue to balk my
desires, and cheat my expectations. Tunnels, I must confess, have
treated me shamefully. Again and again I have built high thoughts upon
them; again and again I have placed implicit faith in them; again
and again I have crowned their issue with the glorious symbol of
freedom; and yet while they kept the word of promise to my ear, they
broke it to my hope. Among perfidies they have been most perfidious,
among treacheries the most treacherous, among disappointments the
most disappointing, among deceits the most deceitful. For nearly
two wretched, painful, terrible years, I thought of tunnels kindly,
advocated them warmly, loved them tenderly, labored for them, in them,
through them; and still in the hour of my direst need, and in the
mightiest peril of my being, they refused me comfort, gave me despair
for bread. I never shall forget—I never can forget—that when freedom
dawned at last, it was through the darkened sky overhead, and not
through the opened end of a channel under ground.

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