Dendritic markings on sandstone.
Dendritic markings on sandstone.
Yes, collecting in the hills near Barstow in the Mojave Desert in late July. This family is enjoying themselves. Our group of thirty called it a day at noon. Good times.
Roughing It, written in 1872 by Mark Twain. Quotes collected from a course at Wilderness.Net.
“Hurry was the word! We wasted no time. Our party consisted of four persons–a blacksmith sixty years of age, two young lawyers, and myself. We bought a wagon and two miserable old horses. We put eighteen hundred pounds of provisions and mining-tools in the wagon and drove out of Carson on a chilly December afternoon.”
“We named the mine ‘Monarch of the Mountains’ (modesty of nomenclature is not a prominent feature in the mines).”
“Prospecting parties swarmed out of town with the first flush of dawn, and swarmed in again at nightfall laden with spoil–rocks. Nothing but rocks. Every man’s pockets were full of them; the floor of his cabin was littered with them; they were disposed in labeled rows on his shelves.”
“I had already learned how hard and long and dismal a task it is to burrow down into the bowels of the earth and get out the coveted ore; and now I learned that the burrowing was only half the work; and that to get the silver out of the ore was the dreary and laborious other half of it.”
“One assayer got such rich results out of all specimens brought to him that in time he acquired almost a monopoly of the business. They broke a little fragment off a carpenter’s grindstone and got a stranger to take it to the popular scientist and get it assayed. In the course of an hour the result came–whereby it appeared that a ton of that rock would yield $1,184.40 in silver and $366.36 in gold! Due publication of the whole matter was made in the paper, and the popular assayer left town ‘between two days.'”
“There never was any idle time in that mill. There was always something to do. It is a pity that Adam could not have gone straight out of Eden into a quartz mill, in order to understand the full force of his doom to ‘earn his bread by the sweat of his brow.'”
“It was a driving, vigorous, restless population in those days. It was a curious population. It was the only population of the kind that the world has ever seen gathered together, and it is not likely that the world will ever see its like again. For observe, it was an assemblage of two hundred thousand young men—not simpering, dainty, kid-gloved weaklings, but stalwart, muscular, dauntless young braves, brimful of push and energy, and royally endowed with every attribute that goes to make up a peerless and magnificent manhood—the very pick and choice of the world’s glorious ones. No women, no children, no gray and stooping veterans,—none but erect, bright-eyed, quick-moving, strong-handed young giants—the strangest population, the finest population, the most gallant host that ever trooped down the startled solitudes of an unpeopled land. And where are they now? Scattered to the ends of the earth—or prematurely aged and decrepit—or shot or stabbed in street affrays—or dead of disappointed hopes and broken hearts—all gone, or nearly all—victims devoted upon the altar of the golden calf—the noblest holocaust that ever wafted its sacrificial incense heavenward. It is pitiful to think upon.”
– Mark Twain, Roughing It (1872)
“It takes a gold mine to operate a silver mine.”
– Mark Twain
As someone born in Sacramento, California, and who has hiked the Sierra Nevada, I can appreciate Twain’s comments on the difference that only 6,000 feet of elevation and seventy-five miles can make. This was also written in 1872.
“There is a transition for you! Where will you find another like it in the Western hemisphere? And some of us have swept around snow-walled curves of the Pacific Railroad in that vicinity, six thousand feet above the sea, and looked down as the birds do, upon the deathless Summer of the Sacramento Valley, with its fruitful fields, its feathery foliage, its silver streams, all slumbering in the mellow haze of its enchanted atmosphere, and all infinitely softened and spiritualized by distance—a dreamy, exquisite glimpse of fairyland, made all the more charming and striking that it was caught through a forbidden gateway of ice and snow, and savage crags and precipices.”
“If you don’t understand print resolution you’ll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.”
Rick, Casablanca. 1942.
I thought some screen shots of my Garmin 650 Montana would be good for the book. I discovered, however, that the images are unusable. They can be read on the web, with difficulty, but they are not of print quality.
These images are in the long lost .bmp format and they are only 272 pixels by 480 pixels. At 72 pixels an inch.
I won’t attempt an explanation of the difference between screen resolution and print resolution here, but trust me, these files are too small for print. Those confused by pixels per inch (ppi — the web) and dots per inch (dpi — print) can go to this excellent site:
Please let me know if you have any advice on producing 300 dpi screenshots.
Welcome to a new site promoting a new book coming out in early 2020. The working title is A Beginner’s Guide to Rockhounding and Prospecting in the Southwest.
My name is Thomas Farley and I am a freelance writer living in Las Vegas. A longtime prospector for gold, I have in the last few years developed an interest in all rocks, gems, and minerals.
In my spare time I can be seen roaming the low and high deserts of California and Nevada, looking for agates, fluorescent minerals or uranium ore.
I have five Rock&Gem articles to my credit, so far, and I’ve penned multiple articles for Outdoor California. And an old article on gold for an American Heritage publication.
This site is simply a placeholder for Future Things. Visit my blog for everything I am working on now.
Thanks for visiting!