Mining Camps: Myth Vs
Mining Camps: Myth vs. Reality BY DUANE ALLAN SMITH Hidden in the vastness of the Rocky Mountains survive skeletal remains of what once were live, restless mining camps. People lived, worked, played, and died in some as early as 1859 and in others even later than the turn of the century. Mark Twain, in his delightful book Roughing It, has left a vigorous account of what life was like then. Although the topic of his examination, Virginia City, Nevada, was slightly west of the Rocky Mountains, the description he gave holds true for all camps going through "flush times." Virginia had grown to be the "livest" town, for its age and population, that America had ever produced. The sidewalks swarmed with people.... The streets themselves were just as crowded with quartz wagons, freight teams and other vehicles. The procession was endless .... Joy sat on every countenance, and there was a glad, almost fierce intensity in every eye, that told of the money-getting schemes that were seething in every brain and the high hope that held sway in every heart.1 Money was plentiful, Twain noted, and every individual considered himself potentially a mining nabob. Street fights, wide-open gambling palaces, saloons, theaters, and hurdy-gurdy houses enlivened the scene, and there was even "some talk of building a church." These were people busily engaged in that most popular of all American vocations, making a fortune, but they were also participating in the joy of spending it with relish. Life here had the quality of a frontier adventure alloyed with the gambling excitement of mining.
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