Prospector Sam - The Famous Tenderfoot Miner
There were many thousands of tenderfoot, greenhorn prospectors that came out west in the 1860s and 70s.
Some came to make their fortunes, some came to flee other problems back east, and some just came for the adventure.
Probably every one had a tale to tell, but one of these adventurous individuals was a young man named Sam Clemens, and this is his true story.
In his early 20's, Sam had fulfilled his childhood dream of becoming a riverboat captain, and was making a very fine salary until the civil war broke out.
In fact, when he was a riverboat captain, he boasted that he made more money that the Vice President of the USA.
Unfortunately, Civil War military blockades ended the lucrative river trade along the Mississippi River, and the once wealthy Sam found himself out of a job.
Good things seemed to pop up for Sam, and in the spring of 1861, Sam's older brother Orion was appointed by president Abe Lincoln as secretary to the Governor of the new Territory of Nevada.
Sam decided to tag along as Orion's assistant.
Luckily for us, Sam wrote letters to his family back east and kept notes of his adventure - he later wrote a book about his years living in the wild west.
It was quite an adventure in those days to come out west - the railroad did not yet reach across the continent.
Sam packed his belongings and traveled for weeks in a stagecoach, hearing stories of bloodthirsty desperados, and seeing sights and meeting people he never would have previously imagined.
Among the first things Sam noticed on his arrival in Carson City were the beautiful horses and the amazing horsemanship of the local residents.
Sam resolved to buy his first horse.
A few days later, an auctioneer came flying through town on a powerful steed that caught everyone's eye - he called it a genuine Mexican Plug.
Sam decided to bid and won the horse but later found out that he was only partly tamed and barely rideable.
Sam said that for years that horse held the speed record in Carson City for a mile and three quarters, as he simply left out the three quarters and did only the mile - jumping over fences, poles, scattering small children and generally throwing up dust storms.
Sam tried to loan the horse out, but folks told him that earthquakes were common enough on the west coast and they didn't want to ride one.
The horse ate huge amounts of food and hay was very expensive.
Sam realized he needed to get rid of the horse.
After found he was unable to sell it because everyone knew his horse, he finally gave it away to a passing emigrant stranger who led the beast out of town.
Sam read the local newspapers and was very interested in the reports of prospectors discovering fortunes all across Nevada on almost a daily basis.
The headlines screamed of the riches of the Nevada mountains.
It would be hard for any man to resist that type of excitement, and by and by, Sam was smitten with "the Fever".
Not knowing much of prospecting, Sam and a few acquaintances hooked up with an old sourdough prospector with years of experience.
One of the booming areas of the state at that time was Humboldt county.
The Sheba mine was pumping out millions of dollars worth of silver and new discoveries were being made regularly.
They decided to begin their prospecting at Unionville, right in the middle of the Humboldt range.
So Sam and his companions traveled by wagon across the 40 mile desert to seek the riches of the hills.
On their two week desert journey all they could do was dream of the potential wealth waiting for them at the end of the trail.
So on their arrival, Sam stole away from his companions at his first convenient chance and began looking around, at first pretending only to "go out for a smoke".
After a short walk closely examining every stone at his feet, a sparkle in a minor drainage ravine caught his eye.
It was golden! He picked up the flake and examined it closely.
No doubt about that golden color! He looked back at the ravine and spotted another golden flake.
Then another and another - within a half hour he had picked up a small handful of the golden treasure.
He laughed to himself that he and his friends had come to prospect for lowly silver, when here in this little ravine was an abundance of Gold! What luck - he had spent just a bit more than an hour prospecting and he had already found his fortune.
The wild newspaper stories seemed to him now to be too conservative! He spied around to be certain that no one was watching him, but the coast was clear.
His mind drifted off to how he would be spending his new found wealth.
After a time, he decided to return to his companions and share his exciting discovery.
He beat around the bush a bit at first, but finally let his friends know that he had made an important discovery.
He spread out his handful of glittering golden flakes before them and asked "what you think of that?" His greenhorn friends looked and beamed with excitement.
But old Mr.
Ballou, the long time prospector they had taken along to teach them about prospecting, was not so impressed.
Why, what do I think of it? He said with disgust - its nothing but a lot of nasty mica rubbish that isn't worth 10 cents an acre.
Sam was crushed! His sparkling "gold" flakes were nothing but mica.
It was there and then that Sam learned that gold in its natural state did not glitter and sparkle, and that mica did.
In spite of his lack of prospecting success at Humboldt, Sam was still very much taken up with the riches of Nevada mining and invested his savings and even some of his sister's money, hoping to strike it rich in mining stocks.
The gold and silver boomtown of Aurora in the Esmerelda mining District was yielding great riches at that time and Sam decided to go to Aurora to check up on some of his investments.
Some of the mining companies were shady at best, with one company collecting assessments from its investors to put in a 300 foot exploration adit into a small hill only 25 feet wide (the mine directors were living off the assessments and had no intention to complete the work).
Sam felt that if he checked things out in person, he could find which companies were the best ones to invest his money with.
Sam found out his investments in Esmerelda were worthless and not long after he arrived, his bankroll had run out.
He was again looking to find money for the source of his next meal.
In desperation, he decided to go to work in one of the local quartz mills for $10 per week plus room and board.
If Sam didn't like the hard work of mining, he found that the crushing, washing and smelting of the silver mill was even worse! Sam wrote that if only Adam could have gone out of the Garden of Eden directly into a quartz mill, then he would have realized the full impact of his punishment! Those mills often recovered only about two thirds of the metal in the ores, and it was common to screen and then re-treat the ores.
Sam said that perhaps the worst duty at the mill was the shoveling and screening of dry dusty tailings in the hot Nevada sun.
After a week, he could no longer stand it, and Sam went into the foreman's office and requested a raise.
The foreman said that Sam was being paid a fair wage, but asked what he wanted.
Sam told him that he'd like to ask for more, but $400,000 per week seemed like a reasonable amount.
He was promptly fired and ordered off the property! His bankroll had run out, he was basically penniless, and didn't even have enough money to travel back to Carson City where his brother lived.
He'd given up on finding work as a miner or mill operator.
He had hit rock bottom, but things were about to change.
Sam was an opinionated individual, and for some time he had been periodically writing humorous letters to the editor of the Territorial Enterprise Newspaper in Virginia City to let his voice be heard.
Mr.
Goodman, the editor, recognized the quality of his writing and contacted Sam to offer him a job at $25 per week, and at that point Sam really needed the money.
So it was only after he was running out of choices, without money and without food, that he pursued other options to keep himself from begging or starving.
It was a last choice - He wanted to be a prospector or a mining investor, and he never really intended to become a writer.
He was still very hopeful for the mining claims he held at Esmerelda, hopeful that he could strike it rich there.
It actually took him several weeks to decide to leave his Esmerelda claims behind, but Sam eventually accepted the job, and without any other means, he was forced to walk the 130 miles from Esmerelda to Virginia City on foot.
Sometimes fate has a way of working things out, and in the long run, becoming an author worked out quite well for Sam.
It took some time, but he became very successful and even famous as an author, far better than he ever did as a prospector.
In fact to this day, a good number of people still consider him the greatest author America has ever produced.
In those days, it was popular for an author to write under a made up "pen name".
One of the best known writers for the Territorial Enterprise at that time was a guy who had chosen the humorous "pen" name of "Dan DeQuille".
Sam's initial letters to the editor were written under the pen name of "Josh", but Sam chose a new one when he went to work as an employee.
So what pen name did Sam choose for himself? Well, I mentioned that Sam had been a riverboat captain on the Mississippi River before the civil war, a respected and well paying job.
Remembering those happier days, he chose a pen name relating to the terms of riverboat operations.
In those days, river pilots called out to mark the depth of the water in fathoms - it was important to avoid shallow water and sand bars where riverboats could run aground.
The minimum safe water depth was 2 fathoms and when that depth was reached the pilot called out "MARK TWAIN".
Sam chose the pen name of Mark Twain, and now you know (so they say) the rest of the story.
Sam greatly enjoyed his time at the Territorial Enterprise and often took the opportunity to visit the mines when he had a chance.
Mine owners commonly gave him shares of stock to write articles about their mine, and Sam ended up with a trunk full of stock, far more than he had ever owned when he was an investor! His gift stocks were so valuable that sometimes he didn't even bother to pick up his salary from the newspaper.
Sam was very popular and soon became a leader among the reporters of the Territorial Enterprise.
However, in time his strong opinions got him in trouble with the editor and Sam left to visit some friends who were prospecting for pocket gold in the mother lode country - even after working as an author he was still bitten by the gold fever.
It was there that he wrote the nationally famous tale of the Jumping Frog of Calaveras County.
The tale became famous across the country.
Because of his widening fame as a writer, Sam became a traveling reporter and went to Hawaii, Europe and the Middle East, writing humorous weekly accounts of the things he saw there.
Although Sam ended up marrying and settling down in the eastern US, his experiences in the untamed western US gave him writing material for the rest of his life.
Some came to make their fortunes, some came to flee other problems back east, and some just came for the adventure.
Probably every one had a tale to tell, but one of these adventurous individuals was a young man named Sam Clemens, and this is his true story.
In his early 20's, Sam had fulfilled his childhood dream of becoming a riverboat captain, and was making a very fine salary until the civil war broke out.
In fact, when he was a riverboat captain, he boasted that he made more money that the Vice President of the USA.
Unfortunately, Civil War military blockades ended the lucrative river trade along the Mississippi River, and the once wealthy Sam found himself out of a job.
Good things seemed to pop up for Sam, and in the spring of 1861, Sam's older brother Orion was appointed by president Abe Lincoln as secretary to the Governor of the new Territory of Nevada.
Sam decided to tag along as Orion's assistant.
Luckily for us, Sam wrote letters to his family back east and kept notes of his adventure - he later wrote a book about his years living in the wild west.
It was quite an adventure in those days to come out west - the railroad did not yet reach across the continent.
Sam packed his belongings and traveled for weeks in a stagecoach, hearing stories of bloodthirsty desperados, and seeing sights and meeting people he never would have previously imagined.
Among the first things Sam noticed on his arrival in Carson City were the beautiful horses and the amazing horsemanship of the local residents.
Sam resolved to buy his first horse.
A few days later, an auctioneer came flying through town on a powerful steed that caught everyone's eye - he called it a genuine Mexican Plug.
Sam decided to bid and won the horse but later found out that he was only partly tamed and barely rideable.
Sam said that for years that horse held the speed record in Carson City for a mile and three quarters, as he simply left out the three quarters and did only the mile - jumping over fences, poles, scattering small children and generally throwing up dust storms.
Sam tried to loan the horse out, but folks told him that earthquakes were common enough on the west coast and they didn't want to ride one.
The horse ate huge amounts of food and hay was very expensive.
Sam realized he needed to get rid of the horse.
After found he was unable to sell it because everyone knew his horse, he finally gave it away to a passing emigrant stranger who led the beast out of town.
Sam read the local newspapers and was very interested in the reports of prospectors discovering fortunes all across Nevada on almost a daily basis.
The headlines screamed of the riches of the Nevada mountains.
It would be hard for any man to resist that type of excitement, and by and by, Sam was smitten with "the Fever".
Not knowing much of prospecting, Sam and a few acquaintances hooked up with an old sourdough prospector with years of experience.
One of the booming areas of the state at that time was Humboldt county.
The Sheba mine was pumping out millions of dollars worth of silver and new discoveries were being made regularly.
They decided to begin their prospecting at Unionville, right in the middle of the Humboldt range.
So Sam and his companions traveled by wagon across the 40 mile desert to seek the riches of the hills.
On their two week desert journey all they could do was dream of the potential wealth waiting for them at the end of the trail.
So on their arrival, Sam stole away from his companions at his first convenient chance and began looking around, at first pretending only to "go out for a smoke".
After a short walk closely examining every stone at his feet, a sparkle in a minor drainage ravine caught his eye.
It was golden! He picked up the flake and examined it closely.
No doubt about that golden color! He looked back at the ravine and spotted another golden flake.
Then another and another - within a half hour he had picked up a small handful of the golden treasure.
He laughed to himself that he and his friends had come to prospect for lowly silver, when here in this little ravine was an abundance of Gold! What luck - he had spent just a bit more than an hour prospecting and he had already found his fortune.
The wild newspaper stories seemed to him now to be too conservative! He spied around to be certain that no one was watching him, but the coast was clear.
His mind drifted off to how he would be spending his new found wealth.
After a time, he decided to return to his companions and share his exciting discovery.
He beat around the bush a bit at first, but finally let his friends know that he had made an important discovery.
He spread out his handful of glittering golden flakes before them and asked "what you think of that?" His greenhorn friends looked and beamed with excitement.
But old Mr.
Ballou, the long time prospector they had taken along to teach them about prospecting, was not so impressed.
Why, what do I think of it? He said with disgust - its nothing but a lot of nasty mica rubbish that isn't worth 10 cents an acre.
Sam was crushed! His sparkling "gold" flakes were nothing but mica.
It was there and then that Sam learned that gold in its natural state did not glitter and sparkle, and that mica did.
In spite of his lack of prospecting success at Humboldt, Sam was still very much taken up with the riches of Nevada mining and invested his savings and even some of his sister's money, hoping to strike it rich in mining stocks.
The gold and silver boomtown of Aurora in the Esmerelda mining District was yielding great riches at that time and Sam decided to go to Aurora to check up on some of his investments.
Some of the mining companies were shady at best, with one company collecting assessments from its investors to put in a 300 foot exploration adit into a small hill only 25 feet wide (the mine directors were living off the assessments and had no intention to complete the work).
Sam felt that if he checked things out in person, he could find which companies were the best ones to invest his money with.
Sam found out his investments in Esmerelda were worthless and not long after he arrived, his bankroll had run out.
He was again looking to find money for the source of his next meal.
In desperation, he decided to go to work in one of the local quartz mills for $10 per week plus room and board.
If Sam didn't like the hard work of mining, he found that the crushing, washing and smelting of the silver mill was even worse! Sam wrote that if only Adam could have gone out of the Garden of Eden directly into a quartz mill, then he would have realized the full impact of his punishment! Those mills often recovered only about two thirds of the metal in the ores, and it was common to screen and then re-treat the ores.
Sam said that perhaps the worst duty at the mill was the shoveling and screening of dry dusty tailings in the hot Nevada sun.
After a week, he could no longer stand it, and Sam went into the foreman's office and requested a raise.
The foreman said that Sam was being paid a fair wage, but asked what he wanted.
Sam told him that he'd like to ask for more, but $400,000 per week seemed like a reasonable amount.
He was promptly fired and ordered off the property! His bankroll had run out, he was basically penniless, and didn't even have enough money to travel back to Carson City where his brother lived.
He'd given up on finding work as a miner or mill operator.
He had hit rock bottom, but things were about to change.
Sam was an opinionated individual, and for some time he had been periodically writing humorous letters to the editor of the Territorial Enterprise Newspaper in Virginia City to let his voice be heard.
Mr.
Goodman, the editor, recognized the quality of his writing and contacted Sam to offer him a job at $25 per week, and at that point Sam really needed the money.
So it was only after he was running out of choices, without money and without food, that he pursued other options to keep himself from begging or starving.
It was a last choice - He wanted to be a prospector or a mining investor, and he never really intended to become a writer.
He was still very hopeful for the mining claims he held at Esmerelda, hopeful that he could strike it rich there.
It actually took him several weeks to decide to leave his Esmerelda claims behind, but Sam eventually accepted the job, and without any other means, he was forced to walk the 130 miles from Esmerelda to Virginia City on foot.
Sometimes fate has a way of working things out, and in the long run, becoming an author worked out quite well for Sam.
It took some time, but he became very successful and even famous as an author, far better than he ever did as a prospector.
In fact to this day, a good number of people still consider him the greatest author America has ever produced.
In those days, it was popular for an author to write under a made up "pen name".
One of the best known writers for the Territorial Enterprise at that time was a guy who had chosen the humorous "pen" name of "Dan DeQuille".
Sam's initial letters to the editor were written under the pen name of "Josh", but Sam chose a new one when he went to work as an employee.
So what pen name did Sam choose for himself? Well, I mentioned that Sam had been a riverboat captain on the Mississippi River before the civil war, a respected and well paying job.
Remembering those happier days, he chose a pen name relating to the terms of riverboat operations.
In those days, river pilots called out to mark the depth of the water in fathoms - it was important to avoid shallow water and sand bars where riverboats could run aground.
The minimum safe water depth was 2 fathoms and when that depth was reached the pilot called out "MARK TWAIN".
Sam chose the pen name of Mark Twain, and now you know (so they say) the rest of the story.
Sam greatly enjoyed his time at the Territorial Enterprise and often took the opportunity to visit the mines when he had a chance.
Mine owners commonly gave him shares of stock to write articles about their mine, and Sam ended up with a trunk full of stock, far more than he had ever owned when he was an investor! His gift stocks were so valuable that sometimes he didn't even bother to pick up his salary from the newspaper.
Sam was very popular and soon became a leader among the reporters of the Territorial Enterprise.
However, in time his strong opinions got him in trouble with the editor and Sam left to visit some friends who were prospecting for pocket gold in the mother lode country - even after working as an author he was still bitten by the gold fever.
It was there that he wrote the nationally famous tale of the Jumping Frog of Calaveras County.
The tale became famous across the country.
Because of his widening fame as a writer, Sam became a traveling reporter and went to Hawaii, Europe and the Middle East, writing humorous weekly accounts of the things he saw there.
Although Sam ended up marrying and settling down in the eastern US, his experiences in the untamed western US gave him writing material for the rest of his life.
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