Roughing It by Mark Twain

guessed without my telling it: peopled turned their stock loose to

starve, and before the spring arrived Carson and Eagle valleys were

almost literally carpeted with their carcases! Any old settler there

will verify these statements.

I managed to pay the livery bill, and that same day I gave the Genuine

Mexican Plug to a passing Arkansas emigrant whom fortune delivered into

my hand. If this ever meets his eye, he will doubtless remember the

donation.

Now whoever has had the luck to ride a real Mexican plug will recognize

the animal depicted in this chapter, and hardly consider him exaggerated

–but the uninitiated will feel justified in regarding his portrait as a

fancy sketch, perhaps.

CHAPTER XXV.

Originally, Nevada was a part of Utah and was called Carson county; and a

pretty large county it was, too. Certain of its valleys produced no end

of hay, and this attracted small colonies of Mormon stock-raisers and

farmers to them. A few orthodox Americans straggled in from California,

but no love was lost between the two classes of colonists. There was

little or no friendly intercourse; each party staid to itself. The

Mormons were largely in the majority, and had the additional advantage of

being peculiarly under the protection of the Mormon government of the

Territory. Therefore they could afford to be distant, and even

peremptory toward their neighbors. One of the traditions of Carson

Valley illustrates the condition of things that prevailed at the time I

speak of. The hired girl of one of the American families was Irish, and

a Catholic; yet it was noted with surprise that she was the only person

outside of the Mormon ring who could get favors from the Mormons. She

asked kindnesses of them often, and always got them. It was a mystery to

everybody. But one day as she was passing out at the door, a large bowie

knife dropped from under her apron, and when her mistress asked for an

explanation she observed that she was going out to “borry a wash-tub from

the Mormons!”

In 1858 silver lodes were discovered in “Carson County,” and then the

aspect of things changed. Californians began to flock in, and the

American element was soon in the majority. Allegiance to Brigham Young

and Utah was renounced, and a temporary territorial government for

“Washoe” was instituted by the citizens. Governor Roop was the first and

only chief magistrate of it. In due course of time Congress passed a

bill to organize “Nevada Territory,” and President Lincoln sent out

Governor Nye to supplant Roop.

At this time the population of the Territory was about twelve or fifteen

thousand, and rapidly increasing. Silver mines were being vigorously

developed and silver mills erected. Business of all kinds was active and

prosperous and growing more so day by day.

The people were glad to have a legitimately constituted government, but

did not particularly enjoy having strangers from distant States put in

authority over them–a sentiment that was natural enough. They thought

the officials should have been chosen from among themselves from among

prominent citizens who had earned a right to such promotion, and who

would be in sympathy with the populace and likewise thoroughly acquainted

with the needs of the Territory. They were right in viewing the matter

thus, without doubt. The new officers were “emigrants,” and that was no

title to anybody’s affection or admiration either.

The new government was received with considerable coolness. It was not

only a foreign intruder, but a poor one. It was not even worth plucking

–except by the smallest of small fry office-seekers and such. Everybody

knew that Congress had appropriated only twenty thousand dollars a year

in greenbacks for its support–about money enough to run a quartz mill a

month. And everybody knew, also, that the first year’s money was still

in Washington, and that the getting hold of it would be a tedious and

difficult process. Carson City was too wary and too wise to open up a

credit account with the imported bantling with anything like indecent

haste.

There is something solemnly funny about the struggles of a new-born

Territorial government to get a start in this world. Ours had a trying

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