Up the Madera to Silverado

 (Anaheim Gazette, June 22, 1878)

Eds. Gazette: – Perhaps most of your readers have heard of the new silver mines recently discovered in the mountains east of Anaheim, but few of them, except those who have been there, have any very definite information about these mines. With the design of seeing for myself and obtaining something reliable in regard to these mines, one day last week I started out on a tour of discovery and exploration.


Striking out eastwardly from Anaheim, and crossing the waterless Santa Ana, you skirt the edge of the foot hills, with the grain fields and the orange groves of Orange spread out below you. Leaving the valley behind, you enter the Santiago Canyon, and are soon whirling along beneath the shade of gigantic live oaks, festooned with grape vines. Passing through clumps of forest trees scattered, at intervals, for two or three miles up the canyon, you again emerge into an open, treeless valley, where herds of fat cattle crop the succulent grasses. On past the Black Star Coal Mines, in whose black treasures lie the promise of many a new industry – many a new enterprise yet unknown to Southern California. Still ascending the canyon, now beneath the shade of wide branching oaks and again in hot sunshine, you pass numerous bee ranches where the busy bee “improves each shining hour” by filling the many little square boxes, that serve for hives, with golden honey. Some ten miles up we reach the junction of the Madera with the Santiago Canyon. Turning to the left, we follow up the Madera. The scenery grows wilder and more picturesque; bold bluffs of gray granite tower up above you two or three hundred feet high; huge fragments of rock, that the disintegrating storms and winds have loosened and rolled down from the mountains, lie scattered promiscuously in the narrow canyon. The road now winds along the edge of the bluffs, now plunges down into the bed of the creek, crossing and re-crossing it no less than thirty-seven times. This mountain streamlet deserves more than a passing notice. The poet who could enthuse over the sandy washes and drearily monotonous scenery of the Santa Ana or the San Gabriel must be blest with a super-abundant supply of the divine afflatus; but this mountain rivulet, rippling musically over the smooth pebbles, plunging down tiny cataracts, frothing and fretting itself into foam against huge boulders that have tumbled into its channel, is beautiful and picturesque enough to drive a bull whacker to perpetrate poetry. Up and down, but chiefly up, for thirty miles we have followed the devious windings of the mountain road. When the mountains close in upon the narrow valley and pinch it out of existence, there we come to a stop for we are in


The future Metropolis of the Santa Rosa Mining District. Silverado boasts of four houses. Before the largest of these we pull up our tired horses, and are greeted by our friend, P.A. Clark, Recorder, Assayer, stock-broker, and landlord of the Clark House. Mr. Clark is proficient and efficient in all, a host in himself as well as in his house. Silverado, according to surveys and measurements made by Deputy United States Surveyor Freeman, is twenty-two hundred feet above the level of the ocean. The surrounding mountains tower above the narrow valley from one thousand to fifteen hundred feet, and for some distance up the sides are covered with white sage. The blossoms of this plant make the very best bee feed. Nearly every eligible location in the different canyons is preempted for apiaries, or, in California parlance, bee ranches. The hum of millions of bees as they rise from their hives, on a clear sunshiny morning, and spread out on either side of the narrow canyon, sounds like the mutterings of a distant storm. The scenery in these mountains is wild and romantic, and it well replays a lover of nature to visit them. After years of the tame and monotonous scenery of our valleys it is exhilerating and refreshing in the extreme to see clear sparkling streams flowing over pebbly channels, tall forest trees, rocky dells and jutting of rock cut and carved into fantastic shapes by the winds and storms of centuries. To soften the wild and rugged scenery, a profusion of wild flowers, unknown to our valleys, border rippling streamlets and climb the sides of the mountains, pleasing the eye with their variegated colors and delighting the senses with their aroma. Tired after our long ride we seek the shelter of Mr. Clark’s hospitable roof and take lodgings for the night…. [s] J.M. Guinn

Anaheim, June 20th, 1878.

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The Road from Anaheim – The architecture of Silverado described – What is being done at the various Mines – Anaheim’s opportunity

(Anaheim Semi-Weekly Gazette, August 3, 1878)

Anaheim, August 1, 1878

Editor Gazette. – Your special correspondent started on Sunday morning with our friend M. for Silverado and the mines, about which there is so much excitement. With two lively horses from one of our stables, we got over the ground in a lively manner until we reached the first place which will attract the attention of any casual observer; then we didn’t get along so fast. And this place is our dry, sandy river bed, across which our road leads us. We could not help reflecting upon Anaheim’s well-known lack of enterprise. This is one of the worst pulls on the road, for a loaded team. An expenditure of about $20 would straw this place, and make it a good, solid road. We have in Anaheim some of the principal owners of the coal mine from which there are teams daily traveling this road, and it would no doubt eventually aid the merchants of our burg to


And yet we have not taken this important step. It should have been done long ago, independent of the county. The next bad places on the road are met before entering the foothills – two very steep, cut-up hills, over which the road runs. I understand a party of Anaheim gentlemen have viewed this and contemplate making a new road, to run around by the Barham house, and so avoid these steep grades. From here on to within three miles of Silverado the road is a very good and hard one. It was a delightful treat, this drive through the Santiago canyon, among the live oaks, all covered with beautiful hanging vines. It is like one immense romantic park. And about 18 miles up we pass the


To our left. About 5 miles further on is located another very rich coal mine, which is being actively worked, and from which some very rich coal is being taken. From here to the mines, 3½ miles further, the road becomes rougher. The grades are not very steep, but they are numerous. The road crosses the creek about 15 times, and each time there is a steep rocky descent and ascent. Messrs. Harvey & Thistlewaite, mine owners, have a crew of men constantly at work fixing the road, and no doubt there will soon be a good road all the way to the mines. The road gradually gets narrower, until there is only room for one team to pass at a time.

At 2 p.m., after a 4 hours’ drive, we arrived at


In Santa Rosa Mining District. The town, although incipient, shows a good healthy growth. The houses are not brownstone edifices, but they answer all practical purposes for which they are destined. Apparently there is one street – Main street – but Mr. Clark assures us that there are also numerous side streets, all duly named, etc. Clark & Co. have three houses of boards on Main st., used for boarding house, assay office, and residence. There is also a mill put up on Main street – a gin mill, Capt. Ruger proprietor. You see that commences to savor of a real old time mining camp of ’49. Next comes a butcher shop, which will be found a great convenience to the hungry miner, heretofore subsisting on bacon. On our way back we met teams loaded with goods for a store, to be commenced by Mr. Pierce from the Swamp. Mr. Huntington’s residence lies on the southeast side of town, on Main street. The town is also ornamented by numerous


There is plenty of place here to build a large town, and it would be larger by building up the side of the mountains. The imposing figure and beaming countenance of our portly townsman, Mr. P.A. Clark, welcomed our arrival. After going through his assay office, and inquiring in a scientific manner about the different ores, etc., we prepared to climb the mountains, to pass the night with our townsmen, Messrs. Hill & Pullen, preparatory to visiting the mines in the morning. Strapping our blankets to our back, a la pack mule, we toiled and perspired until we arrived at their camp, ¾ of a mile up Bear Canyon, and several hundred feet above Silverado. They are extremely comfortably situated here; have a neat-looking cabin,


With all accommodations and conveniences possible to have in such a wild place. A most delicious stream of ice cold water flows out of the side of the hill, and is led in troughs to their very door. This is the place where formerly bears used to come to “waller,” and where Jonathan Watson and Carter had the fight and killed a bear some years ago. We were cordially received by the hospitable Mr. Hill, and after partaking of a light supper, went to bed and passed a refreshing night.

Next day we proceeded to examine the mines. First near here, about 50 yards from the camp of Hill and Pullen, is the new ledge called the


Owned by the Anaheim Mining Co. A considerable tunnel has been dug and blasted, and they are in about 40 feet, and although they have not struck a very rich ledge yet, the indications are favorable, and the members of the company look forward to being millionaires yet.

The next new development is a rich strike made by Mr. J.C. Hill on the “Emma Mine,” situated on the trail leading to the large mine of Harvey and Thistlewaite. There is a good solid ledge of ore, well developed, and it is thought to be very rich. What the assay was we could not learn. The next mine up this mountain is the “Ophir,” of which Hill and Pullen are the chief owners. Considerable work has been done here, and a tunnel of about 30 feet deep has been run across the ledge. As yet they are not in a rich paying rock, but think when they get through the wall of rock on which they now are, they are sure to strike it rich. The idea is to cut across the entire ledge and see of what it is composed. They have struck quite


Which percolates through the iron-containing rock, and makes a very fine iron water, good to drink. Work goes on steadily here, and you may expect daily to hear of their rich strike.

The next mine is the “Blue Light,” situated on the top of this mountain, about 1,500 feet above town, and is on the main ledge of this district. Work is being very briskly pushed ahead. There are about 8 or 10 men employed, taking out ore, etc., and about 20 “burros” to pack it down to the mill site about two miles distant. It is an amusing sight to watch the packing of these small jacks. They come up in the morning about 9 o’clock, loaded often with water in 5 gallon kegs, and large square timbers used for tunneling. Should you chance to meet them on your way down, you will have to show your manners and get out of their way. There is one thing they are not trained to: that is to give you the road. It is a splendid lesson to take the conceit out of one – this showing deference to a jack. Arrived up there, they are unpacked and loaded with ore. The ore is put in small


Hanging on each side, and holding each 100 pounds. The patience and humility exhibited by a well trained jack is astonishing, and would make a striking model to follow. Loaded, they receive a slight hint, in the way of a slight kick in the ribs, that they may go on their way rejoicing, and they depart. I always thought it was the jack that had a propensity for kicking, but it is all a mistake. It is the jack which gets kicked. In the “Blue Light” they are gradually getting down deeper on their ledge, and have also struck water, which they must not run off. This is the best developed and best paying mine in the district, and the owners no doubt have a fortune. They are shipping ore to New Jersey for milling, which pays from $100 to $400 to the ton. This ledge alone is destined to make a good mining district of the place.

Immediately around on the other side of the mountain is situated the rich ledge about which there has been so much dispute and law, lately.


Had got possession of the mine and worked actively on it, and were just about banking away ore when an injunction was again put on them, and Harvey & Thistlewaite put in possession. The ore taken from this ledge is rich and goes as high as $500 to the ton. But it is so wrapped up in litigation now that the probability is the owners will receive no benefit from it, and that the lawyers will slowly but surely sap its essence. But they must also live.

Descending this mountain we arrive at its foot in Pine canyon, and at the original location on the ledge by Messrs. Purcell [?] & Taylor. This mine also promises to be a very rich one, no doubt as good as the “Blue Light.” It is not being actively worked at present. The next location up over the following mountain, in Silver canyon, is by Messrs. Lake and Sears. They have a


And a paying one. They begin work at once.

The other locations on this ledge on this side have not been opened out. We cannot pass without mentioning the “Thanksgiving Lode” owned by Messrs. Lynch & Nimmo, and situated to the west of the “Blue Light,” on top of a high mountain. It is an immense ledge, and some of the ore is extremely rich; as rich as any in the district. They are about to take in some capital and commence active work at once. There are also the “Warwick,” “Picl,” Granet & Wengar’s extension on the Grey Back, and the “Pride of the West” locations on this mountain. The “Blue Light” and two extensions on the same, were surveyed last week, when it was discovered that 750 feet unclaimed ledge intervened between Flanigan’s southern boundary and Granet & Wenger’s [sic] northern bounds. It was


By the surveyors – Mr. Jackson and our old-time friend and townsman Rumble. Rumble is in luck this time. Mr. J. Huntington has a gang of workmen on his rich $4,000 lode. He has had the richest assay made of all – some $4,300 to the ton. He had struck into a new formation when we left and was testing it, but we did not ascertain the result. He goes to San Francisco on Monday to obtain capital to work the mine. Mr. J.J. Guinn is the next extension on this ledge.

There are numerous other claims which as yet are merely prospects, but good ones, and warrant them all going on deeper and ascertaining the contents of their real ledges. Some of them will no doubt turn out bad. It so happens in every district, be they ever so rich. But that this will be a rich mining district and lively camp is in my opinion a foregone conclusion and anything which is done towards bringing


With such a place, will surely be richly re-paid. Let Anaheim bestir herself or she will surely be outstripped by her rival – Santa Ana. They are more enterprising there. They are now endeavoring to make a collection to build a road from there to the mines, directly over a depression in the hills, which will bring them within 17 miles of the mines. There are also two stage lines from Santa Ana – one daily and one running every second day. Anaheim cannot afford one. And yet it seems to me by the amount of teams hired weekly from livery stables, that such an enterprise would be a paying one, and being in daily communication with the mines would be beneficial to all. Even should it not be lucrative at once, in a few weeks when all know that there is such a line the travel would so increase as to be a paying investment for its owner. This is the first move we should make. The road should also be attended to at once. There is bound to be a town at Silverado to which we will have to have direct communication. The prospects of the mines will warrant all our efforts in this direction.

Mr. Scupham, civil engineer of the C.P.R.R. was at the mines for a few days examining into them. He is an expert in mining and his opinion should have great weight. He expressed himself favorably as to the prospects of the mines. His object was to ascertain whether it would warrant the Railroad Company to run a branch over to the mines for business. His report will no doubt be favorable for this also. So you see the news is getting abroad, and soon we may expect capitalists there, opening out the mines, and building mills. As soon as the mine owners try to put their property into the San Francisco market this will be the case. What a fine opening it will be for capital, and what a fine chance to build a wharf at the Landing, and narrow gauge railroad to the mines. This would give a new impetus to our town. Let us hope that we may be so fortunate as to obtain some lasting benefit for our town from these treasures which are now being taken out of the bowels of the earth. Yours until further developments, [s] Miner




The Prospects still encouraging – The Great want of the District – Various interesting Notes regarding the Mines

(Anaheim Semi-Weekly Gazette, September 18, 1878)

The drive from Anaheim to Silverado is not by any means a long or unpleasant one. The distance is only twenty-five miles, and the road, with the exception of a few miles, is what may be called good. For nearly all the way a cool wind sweeps down the canyon; and during the last week, when the thermometer in Anaheim climbed to the dizzy height of 104°, Mr. Taylor, the driver of the stage from Anaheim to Silverado, tells us that he experienced no unusual heat.

The stage which leaves Anaheim at 7 o’clock every morning arrives at Silverado at noon – just in time to be greeted by the noisy clamor of the dinner bell.

Our visit to the mines was rather ill-timed. We arrived on Saturday, and during the afternoon the miners held the meeting noted elsewhere. On Sunday the various claims were deserted, the miners being at their devotions.


Was the only one we thoroughly examined, thanks to the courtesy of Messrs. W.E. and A.C. Taylor, the principal owners. As our readers know, the ownership of the Florentine is in dispute, being claimed by Harvey & Thistlewaite and others. The title will be passed upon by the District Court in a few days. Notwithstanding the dispute, the Florentine Company have worked energetically to develop the mine. They have had five men at work for some time, and the tunneling done at various places on the claim will aggregate about one hundred and fifty feet. They made several small tunnels on top of the hill to ascertain the dip of their ledge, and having done so they are now tunneling into the side of the hill at a distance from the top of 150 feet. This tunnel is now in forty-five feet, and it is estimated that before striking the ledge they are seeking for, about thirty feet more of tunnel will be required. The ledge once found, they will take out ore sufficiently rich to ship to San Francisco for milling. The company sent a carload of ore to that city some time ago, and the returns, judging from the energy with which work has since been prosecuted, must have been very satisfactory. The paying vein is from twelve to fourteen inches wide. Assays of rock from this mine run all the way from $100 to $200 to the ton, and unless the knowledge of mining experts is at fault the ledge will be found to extend all through their claim. The Taylor Brothers themselves possess a mining experience which enables them to judge of the extent and prospects of their mine, and they would not spend money in the way they are doing were they not confident that a bonanza would eventually reward their exertions. A patent to the mine will be applied for next week.


On which is located the Florentine, Harvey & Thistlewaite, Dunlap & Flanigan and other mines of known richness, abounds in mineral. There are croppings on every foot of it; it is streaked with little seams of mineral. Even a novice can scarcely fail to comprehend the vast amount of mineral which lies in this huge mountain.

A great quantity of rock is on the dump of the Dunlap mine, and the quality is very rich. There is about two feet of water in the tunnel. The presence of water is said to be indicative of the permanence and richness of the ore vein.

For the reasons stated at the beginning of this article, we did not visit the other mines of the Blue Light Company. We have however arranged with our Silverado correspondent to give us a weekly letter, with information in regard to the work being done at the various mines, character of the ore, etc.

The Ophir mine, owned by Pullen & Hill, is doubtless very valuable. It and the adjacent Emma mine differ from the others in being


An assay of Ophir ore, made by Thomas Price of San Francisco, gives $40 gold and $6.50 silver to the ton. The Ophir is tunneled about thirty feet. The gold-bearing vein in the Emma is from 13 to 15 inches wide. Messrs. Hill & Pullen have a very pleasantly situated camp, and the presence of Mrs. Hill and Mrs. McDermott gave it quite a homelike appearance. Mrs. Hill has been in the mountains for a couple of weeks, and finds it so invigorating and agreeable that her stay will be prolonged indefinitely. Mr. McDermott and wife went up on Saturday and returned on Sunday.

The Taylor Bros. also own the Southern Belle mine, and are very sanguine of the prospect. They have two men constantly at work developing it; in fact 800 pounds of ore were brought down on Monday to the arastra, and we may receive some information as to its richness in a few days. The Lake and Sears mine is conceded to be one of the best in the district, and is being vigorously worked. The Huntington mine is also a promising one. They are now at work on an incline and have attained a depth of forty feet. The silver vein varies in thickness, but is is always rich.


Of the district is a mill, and unless one is speedily erected there will be an exodus of miners. On the other hand, the capitalist could hardly be expected to invest his money in a mill until the mines are better developed, and the sooner the Silveradoans recognize this fact the better it will be for them. There are probably a hundred locators who, having made a few feet of hole – just sufficient to show a vein of silver ore – are now sitting down, awaiting the building of a mill before they take any ore out. These people should remember that before capitalists can be induced to invest in a mill they must be fully satisfied that there is sufficient ore to keep it at work. A great many of the miners recognize this fact, and the great necessity of a mill is impelling them to develop their claims as far as their pecuniary condition will permit. Unfortunately, the financial condition of the mass is scarcely equal to developing a silver mine.


Is composed in the main of farmers from the various parts of the country. One meets familiar faces at every turn. Anaheim, Westminster, Santa Ana, Orange, Tustin, Newport, Downey and other towns in the county are largely represented, and when early winter rains give warning that the soil is once more ready for the plow, there will be a very general temporary abandonment of the various claims, unless, indeed, a mill is by that time established, and the ore is found to be as rich as is now supposed.

There is undoubtedly plenty of ore that will yield from $40 to $50 per ton, but it don’t pay to ship rock to San Francisco unless it yields at least $75 per ton. It has been suggested that a concentrator, such as is used at the Silver King mine in Arizona, would be a great benefit to the district. The concentrator reduces eight tons of rock to about one ton. This would permit the shipment of low grade ore until a mill is established. The cost of a concentrator is about $1,500. This sum could probably be raised among the miners in Silverado, and a joint stock company formed, if some one would take the lead.


Is as unlike a mining camp as could well be imagined. The presence of women and children has a depressing effect on the forty-niners, of whom there are not a few in camp. One of them was sitting in front of a saloon on Sunday, entertaining a small audience with reminiscences of his mining experience in early days. “We didn’t have any of them ar things about,” said he, pointing the finger of scorn at a group of women and children, “we could git drunker’n a biled owl, an’ rip an’ tear around quite promiscus, but when a feller comes to this here town he’s got to keep his face clean an’ take his pizen like a sneak, ’count of them ar wimmin.” Another cause of grievance to that ilk is the quality of the whiskey. Through a mistaken notion of the requirements of the camp, the saloon keepers all have a very good quality of liquor. This does not suit the Argonaut; indeed, it is one of his pet grievances that he cannot get the bug-juice of pioneer days – the kind, he explains, that used to knock a man half way round the block.

Mr. Tony Faber, of Los Angeles, opened a saloon on Saturday. There are now five in the camp. In fact, business houses of every kind are in excess of requirements of the place. For obvious reasons, money is not a whit more plentiful than in other places in the county, and for equally obvious reasons the business in a mining camp should be done on a cash basis.


Up to last Saturday evening two hundred and eighty locations had been made in the Santa Rosa District. On the Recorder’s books the names of about three hundred and twenty mine owners are recorded.

Shrewsbury Canyon [today's Harding Canyon] is now the objective point of nearly all prospectors. It is said that the number of people in that Canyon actually exceeds those in Silverado. Huge stories float over the intervening mountains into Silverado of the rich strikes being daily made. The locations in Shrewsbury’s are said to be three feet deep, and more is being piled on every day.

A new district, to embrace Shrewsbury and part of Ladd Canyon, will be organized in a day or two. It will be called Trabuco District.

Some of the incorporators of the Blue Light mine are men of wealth and enterprise, and it is confidently asserted that they will put up a quartz mill within three months. It may be here remarked that a recent statement that the principal place of business of this corporation would be in San Francisco is a mistake. Los Angeles will be the headquarters of this corporation.

Unless one is thoroughly acquainted with the country, mountain traveling is beset with difficulties and danger. Four young men came into Silverado on Saturday night with clothes “all tattered and torn,” and in a state of great physical exhaustion. They had started from Temescal in the morning, but, losing their reckoning, had wandered about the hills all day without food or water, until by a lucky accident they found the trail to Silverado. Geo. Hawkins and I.H. Gilman had a similar experience. They were on horseback, but suddenly came upon a precipitous bluff, which barred their further advance. They had to retrace their way back and make a fresh start in another direction.

Not only is great physical labor required to visit the various mines, but a resident of the valley labors under the disadvantage of being oppressed by the mountain air. The higher up one goes the greater is the oppressions – a feeling is experienced similar to what would be felt if a great weight should be laid on one’s breast. But the discomforts and labor involved in a climb bear a sweet recompense in the easy and rapid descent, half a dozen yards at a stride – or slide.

The miners at work on the American Union, in Shrewsbury Canyon, were visited by a grizzly two nights in succession last week. His presence was made known to them by a very unpleasant smell, said to be characteristic of grizzlies. It was too dark to see him, but they smelt and heard him. A big fire was built; each man picked out his tree, to be ready for any emergency, but the fire prevented his grizzlyship from making a charge. In the morning his tracks were found but a few feet distant.

Among the new discoveries, of which information was brought to camp on Saturday, were the following: Charles Cuningham brought in some very rich ore from Shrewsbury Canyon. He says there are hundreds of tons lying on top of the ground. Martin Benson, formerly of Anaheim, made a rich discovery between Silverado and Shrewsbury. He had been at work on the American Union, and while on his way from the mine to the camp, sat down on a convenient rock to rest and refresh himself. He picked up a small piece of rock at his feet, found it to be rich in silver, and further investigation showed that he had accidentally stumbled upon a very rich body of ore.

Messrs. L. Halberstadt, John Oefinger, and J.J. Hill, of Anaheim, are the owners of two very promising mines, the Nora and Isabella. The latter is being thoroughly prospected by Halberstadt and Oefinger, and it give us pleasure to record that the prospect of its being a rich mine is very flattering. Mr. Oefinger is an experienced miner, and he is very sanguine of the future of the mine. We are under many obligations to Messrs. Halberstadt and Oefinger for courtesies shown us during our stay.

Stevens & Whitehead made a location in Silver canyon recently, but as it was found that their location conflicted with another made by Huntington and others, the conflicting claims were united and they are now known as the Consolidated Black Lode. The ore is said to be as rich as any that has yet been shown in the district.

Messrs. Simpson & Lascelle entered into a contract some time ago to run a tunnel thirty feet, the consideration being a one-half interest in the mine. The rock was very soft and loose, and the tunnel had to be well timbered as the work progressed. They had about finished the thirty feet when through some negligence they did not timber the last foot of excavation. In the night the water broke into the mine, washed away the supports, and totally destroyed the tunnel. The only pleasant feature about the affair is that the disaster occurred in the night, when none of the men were at work. Otherwise there might have been loss of life.

J. Charleston, of Los Angeles, has entered into a contract with the Virginia Company, on the Thanksgiving Lode, to run a tunnel 40 feet, for a one-third interest in the mine. Stewart & Co. have contracted with the Silver Star Company to sink a shaft on the Mayflower mine until paying ore is reached. For this they will receive a one-third interest in the mine. Many contracts similar to the above are being made every day.

On returning from a hunting expedition the other evening, the popular Deputy Recorder, H.S. Knapp (may his tribe increase), retired to rest. As he was about dozing off into a sleep he felt something crawling on his leg. He nervously grasped the unpleasant thing and threw it from him. Procuring a light he looked in the direction in which he had thrown it, but discovered nothing. Some time during the night, his room-mate, Recorder Clark, arose to take a drink of water from a glass which he filled the evening before, and had put on a shelf near the bed. By the dim light he saw a dark object in the water, and upon examination it was found to be a tarantula – the same which Mr. Knapp had repudiated a short time previous. Mrs. Clark, not being fond of “tarantula juice,” quenched his thirst from another glass.

A stage line from Los Angeles to Silverado is the latest. The proprietor answers to the suggestive name of Walker. The distance is fifty miles, the fare is $3, and it is proposed to run the stage three times a week. One station is at Hindesville and the other at Keith’s near the picnic grounds. Few people nowadays care to travel such a distance by stage, even to save a dollar or two. Nearly all the travel to the mines is by way of Anaheim. The stage which leaves Anaheim every morning seldom has less than three or four passengers.

It was our fortune to stop at the Gillett House, where we found every comfort and convenience. Mr. Gillett is an experienced hotel keeper, and his wife is an amiable lady, and has a knack of fixing up appetizing dishes for her guests. We liked her bread so well that we prevailed upon her to tell us how she made it. She gave us a recipe for making yeast, which we will publish one of these days for the benefit of our lady readers.