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Hoisting Works of the Comstock Lode,
Virginia City,
Nevada
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McLoud; however, survived to tell the tale of the first
silver assay made on the Comstock. What it amounted to, the Grosh brothers
kept to themselves. But McLoud told the storekeeper in Last Chance, that he saw
the Groshes "pour some of the silver ore in a glass after pounding it in a
pot and wetting it," and that after that "they got very much excited." The assay
thus described by McLoud was unquestionably the first assay ever made of
the silver deposits of the Comstock. McLoud later moved to Montreal, Canada, where he
practiced medicine.
What a subject this scene would have made for a
painter's brush -- in the interior of a miner's camp at night, the faces
of two fortune-seekers lit by the ruddy glow of the cupel-furnace, as they
eagerly held up the glass where the silver-button had dissolved in the
acid solution!
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On the result of that assay, the fortune of
thousands hung.Out of that assay sprang the millionaires of the Coast, blocks of the
finest buildings which now adorn San Francisco, the great enterprises that
have made
Nevada and
California famous, and along with it, a landslide of
misery and bankruptcy that carried thousands to the foot of the hill
to be covered with the debris of shame and oblivion. Out of the little
glass came a giant more powerful and relentless than the awful shape that
sprang from the pan in the Arabian story, and this giant continued to live
to make and unmake the destinies of thousands.
A man named George Brown, who was out on the Humboldt
River, was in some way a partner of the Grosh boys, but in what way has
never been clearly stated. He was murdered at Gravelly Ford on the
Humboldt River shortly before Hosea Grosh injured his foot. He was mentioned by
the Grosh boys as "our partner," and they said that he was coming to help
them with $600. When they heard of his death they were very despondent.
They learned the news of Brown's death from a Mrs. Louisa M. Ellis, whose
name at that time was Mrs. Ellis. She would later state that she first met
the Grosh brothers in
Nevada as early as 1854.
They told Mrs. Ellis in 1857 of their discoveries, and also
pointed to Mt. Davidson, saying that the big silver ledge was at the foot
of the mountain, and that in locating their claims, they had put her down
for 300 feet. Mrs. Ellis became quite interested in the
discoveries, and made a proposition to sell her property in
California and
put $1,500 into the scheme of developing the discovery. However, when
winter came on, Mrs. Ellis went to
California
and never had the opportunity to make the investment.
A man named Johnson Simmons, of Oakland,
California, who was stopping temporarily
at Last Chance at the time, gave the following account:
"I recall the time when two miners were brought into
Last Chance in the winter of 1857. Some men were out hunting deer when
they found the two lying in the snow, where they were dying of cold and
hunger. The one named Grosh never spoke after he was brought in. The
miners carried them from the place where they were first found, as they
were too weak to walk. Grosh, I think, lived about three days after being
brought in. His stomach refused nourishment and his legs were frozen. The
other man we found pulled through, but they were obliged to amputate his
feet. The miners then took him to Michigan Bar, where they kept him until
spring and then raised a subscription to send him to his relatives in
Canada. Before he left for Canada he told me of his trip. He said their
provisions gave out after passing Lake Bigler and their sufferings were
terrible.
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They had their provisions on a pack-mule, but there was
nothing but small twigs for him to eat and he became so weak that they
were obliged to kill him. After the mule was killed he was cut up and
portions of his flesh roasted. The meat was lean, tough and unsavory, and
only their terrible hunger made it endurable. They ate their last
cooked mule on the banks of the Truckee River, and, slinging as much of the
roast meat as they could carry on their shoulders, they pushed on. They
became so faint that they could no longer carry anything except their
blankets, so they ate as much as they could and threw the rest away. At
that point, Allen Grosh, who had kept his maps and assays through
the journey, concluded to abandon them also, and so he tied them up into a
piece of canvas and deposited them in the hollow of a large pine tree. McLoud said that he never saw the assays, Grosh being very close-mouthed
regarding them. All that he knew of them was that they were high in
silver, and from a conversation he overheard, he believed them high in the
thousands. The tree in which they were deposited had blown down in the
wind, having broken about twenty feet from the ground. Grosh told them that it was
safer to select a tree of that kind than a standing one, liable in a storm
to be uprooted. The hollow in the tree was quite small, and after
depositing the records he cut a mark on the tree with his knife and rolled
a good-sized stone in front of the hollow. The next day there was a big
snowstorm, and they finally threw away their blankets, as they were
useless from the wet, and their matches were useless from the same cause.
After the snowstorm it turned colder, and for four days and nights they
wandered in the mountains nearly dead and demented from exposure and
hunger.
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At night they could hear the howling of the
wolves, but none were ever near enough to attack them, and once they
crossed the track of a bear. They finally sank down with exhaustion
near some rocks, and Grosh
said he had rather die there than make any further effort. After giving
themselves up for lost they heard shots, and McLoud roused himself and
went in the direction of the shots, when he came on a party of miners
hunting deer. He took the party to Grosh, only a few hundred yards away,
and then sank down alongside him. The miners carried the two to Last
Chance, a camp nearby, and there, Grosh died after a few days, never
having been able to speak. Had he been able to speak, McLoud felt
confident he would have made some statement relative to his discoveries."
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