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Berlin city directory, made himself rich by watching the mining telegrams that passed through his hands and buying and selling stocks accordingly, through a friend in San Francisco. Once when a private dispatch was sent from Virginia announcing a rich strike in a prominent mine and advising that the matter be kept secret till a large amount of the stock could be secured, he bought forty ā€œfeetā€ of the stock at twenty dollars a foot, and afterward sold half of it at eight hundred dollars a foot and the rest at double that figure. Within three months he was worth $150,000, and had resigned his telegraphic position.

Another telegraph operator who had been discharged by the company for divulging the secrets of the office, agreed with a moneyed man in San Francisco to furnish him the result of a great Virginia mining lawsuit within an hour after its private reception by the parties to it in San Francisco. For this he was to have a large percentage of the profits on purchases and sales made on it by his fellow-conspirator. So he went, disguised as a teamster, to a little wayside telegraph office in the mountains, got acquainted with the operator, and sat in the office day after day, smoking his pipe, complaining that his team was fagged out and unable to travelā ā€”and meantime listening to the dispatches as they passed clicking through the machine from Virginia. Finally the private dispatch announcing the result of the lawsuit sped over the wires, and as soon as he heard it he telegraphed his friend in San Francisco:

ā€œAm tired waiting. Shall sell the team and go home.ā€

It was the signal agreed upon. The word ā€œwaitingā€ left out, would have signified that the suit had gone the other way. The mock teamsterā€™s friend picked up a deal of the mining stock, at low figures, before the news became public, and a fortune was the result.

For a long time after one of the great Virginia mines had been incorporated, about fifty feet of the original location were still in the hands of a man who had never signed the incorporation papers. The stock became very valuable, and every effort was made to find this man, but he had disappeared. Once it was heard that he was in New York, and one or two speculators went east but failed to find him. Once the news came that he was in the Bermudas, and straightway a speculator or two hurried east and sailed for Bermudaā ā€”but he was not there. Finally he was heard of in Mexico, and a friend of his, a barkeeper on a salary, scraped together a little money and sought him out, bought his ā€œfeetā€ for a hundred dollars, returned and sold the property for $75,000.

But why go on? The traditions of Silverland are filled with instances like these, and I would never get through enumerating them were I to attempt do it. I only desired to give, the reader an idea of a peculiarity of the ā€œflush timesā€ which I could not present so strikingly in any other way, and which some mention of was necessary to a realizing comprehension of the time and the country.

I was personally acquainted with the majority of the nabobs I have referred to, and so, for old acquaintance sake, I have shifted their occupations and experiences around in such a way as to keep the Pacific public from recognizing these once notorious men. No longer notorious, for the majority of them have drifted back into poverty and obscurity again.

In Nevada there used to be current the story of an adventure of two of her nabobs, which may or may not have occurred. I give it for what it is worth:

Col. Jim had seen somewhat of the world, and knew more or less of its ways; but Col. Jack was from the back settlements of the States, had led a life of arduous toil, and had never seen a city. These two, blessed with sudden wealth, projected a visit to New Yorkā ā€”Col. Jack to see the sights, and Col. Jim to guard his unsophistication from misfortune. They reached San Francisco in the night, and sailed in the morning. Arrived in New York, Col. Jack said:

ā€œIā€™ve heard tell of carriages all my life, and now I mean to have a ride in one; I donā€™t care what it costs. Come along.ā€

They stepped out on the sidewalk, and Col. Jim called a stylish barouche. But Col. Jack said:

ā€œNo, sir! None of your cheap-John turn-outs for me. Iā€™m here to have a good time, and money ainā€™t any object. I mean to have the nobbiest rig thatā€™s going. Now here comes the very trick. Stop that yaller one with the pictures on itā ā€”donā€™t you fretā ā€”Iā€™ll stand all the expenses myself.ā€

So Col. Jim stopped an empty omnibus, and they got in. Said Col. Jack:

ā€œAinā€™t it gay, though? Oh, no, I reckon not! Cushions, and windows, and pictures, till you canā€™t rest. What would the boys say if they could see us cutting a swell like this in New York? By George, I wish they could see us.ā€

Then he put his head out of the window, and shouted to the driver:

ā€œSay, Johnny, this suits me!ā ā€”suits yours truly, you bet, you! I want this shebang all day. Iā€™m on it, old man! Let ā€™em out! Make ā€™em go! Weā€™ll make it all right with you, sonny!ā€

The driver passed his hand through the strap-hole, and tapped for his fareā ā€”it was before the gongs came into common use. Col. Jack took the hand, and shook it cordially. He said:

ā€œYou twig me, old pard! All right between gents. Smell of that, and see how you like it!ā€

And he put a twenty-dollar gold piece in the driverā€™s hand. After a moment the driver said he could not make change.

ā€œBother the change! Ride it out. Put it in your pocket.ā€

Then to Col. Jim, with a sounding slap on his thigh:

ā€œAinā€™t it style, though? Hanged if I donā€™t hire this thing

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