[TWO DESCENTS INTO THE SPANISH MINE] § 29. The Spanish Mine Late October 1862
(This headnote is repeated in numbers 29 and 30)
When the Ophir claim was located on the Comstock Lode in June 1859, Emanuel Penrod
and Henry Comstock, two members of the Ophir Company, were allotted an extra one hundred
feet on the lead. The company gave them this either in return for water rights under
their control or, as Penrod later said, because he, supported by Comstock, had identified
the ore-bearing quartz lead. Later that year Penrod and Comstock sold their one hundred
feet for $9,500 to Gabriel Maldonado and Francis J. Hughes, who formed the Mexican
Company and began to work the Mexican, or Spanish, mine.1 It soon became one of the most productive and valuable mines on the Comstock Lode.
In late October 1862 and again in mid-February 1863 Mark Twain descended into the
Spanish mine and published two closely linked accounts of his visits. The first, called
“The Spanish Mine,” was published in the Virginia City Territorial Enterprise sometime in October, but is extant only in the Oroville (Calif.) Butte Record for 1 November 1862, which reprinted the Enterprise. The second, which is entitled “The Spanish,” survives in an Enterprise clipping; it fulfilled the author's promise in the first sketch to speak at a later
date of the “steam hoisting apparatus now in process of erection by the Spanish Company.”
Neither piece was signed, but circumstantial and stylistic evidence combine to show
that Clemens wrote both of them. The first sketch is, for instance, remarkable for
its irresistible drift toward humor. The author played
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with the notion of nearing “the confines of purgatory—so to speak,” and visiting “the
infernal regions.” The complex timbering prompted him to wonder “where the forest
around [him] came from, and how they managed to get it into that hole.” He compared
descending through these square-set timbers to “falling through a well-ventilated
shot-tower with the windows all open.” And he casually mocked his own guided tour
of a local marvel: “keep on going until you come to a horse.”
Dan De Quille, the mining expert on the Enterprise staff, was sharing the duties of local reporter with Clemens in October 1862. Dan
was capable of such playful reporting, but a number of circumstances show that he
did not write these two sketches. The style of each is unmistakably Clemens': the
use of the phrase “you know” and of “waltz” as a slang verb of motion are both practically
signatures. But beyond this, the implicit sense of naive wonder that pervades the
first sketch is not consistent with Dan's expertise.2 And he certainly could not have written the second one (forecast in the first), because
he had by then left Nevada for Iowa, and Clemens was writing all of the local items
by himself. The first sketch must, in fact, record Clemens' earliest exposure to mining
techniques, such as Philip Deidesheimer's square-set method of mine timbering, and
the relatively primitive methods of descent—a winding staircase, and a bucket at the
end of a rope.
Moreover, many of the details mentioned in the first sketch were used in other descriptions
of mine interiors that were demonstrably written by Clemens. In a letter probably
written early in 1863 to his family, Clemens said that if Pamela were to visit a mine,
she would see “great, dark, timbered chambers, with a lot of shapeless devils flitting
about in the distance, with dim candles flickering in the gloom; and then she could
look far above her head, to the top of the shaft, and see a faint little square of
daylight, apparently no bigger than one of the spots on a chess-board.”3 And in late May 1868, while visiting Virginia City on his western lecture tour, Clemens
wrote a newspaper letter in which he recalled visiting the mines:
In those old days, when we reporters went dangling down a dark shaft at the end of
a crazy rope, with a candle in our teeth, to the depth of two or three hundred feet,
we felt as if we were getting into the very bowels of the earth. We prowled uncomfortably
through muddy, crumbling drifts and tunnels, and were happy no more until the man
up at the bullet-hole that showed us a far-off glimpse of blue sky, wound us up with
his windlass and set us in the cheerful light of the sun again.4
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We may compare these passages with references in the first sketch to “workmen poking
about in the gloom with twinkling candles,” “bottomless holes with endless ropes hanging
down into them,” and “hot candle-grease” and the chance to “get your clothes dirty,”
and particularly to the anxiety to return to the daylight above.
External circumstantial evidence also corroborates Clemens' authorship. In January
1870 he reminisced about the Spanish mine and its sudden rise in “market value”: “I
was down in it about that time, 600 ft under the ground, and about half of it caved
in over my head.”5 “About that time” could mean either 1862 or 1863. Another factual detail, moreover,
seems to link Clemens with the first sketch. The mine superintendent mentioned late
in the sketch, Harvey Beckwith, was evidently known to Clemens in 1862, when the piece
was published: in January 1868 Clemens wrote a letter of recommendation for him in
which he said that Beckwith was “a first-rate man in every way—steady, faithful, smart
& particularly energetic. . . . God never made two such men. . . . I have known him six years.”6
The Enterprise clipping from the local column that included the second sketch is in the Grant Smith
Papers. Above it someone has penciled “Mark visits the Mexican mine, Enterprise Feb.
2, 1863.” This date cannot be correct, however, because February 2 fell on a Monday
that year, and the Enterprise did not publish on Mondays. Moreover, Clemens was in Carson City from January 29
until at least February 7 and so could not have visited the mine “yesterday,” if publication
occurred in the first week of February. Still, February 1863 is a plausible time for
it to have appeared. Clemens was then busily feuding with Clement T. Rice (the Unreliable),
whose head, we are told in the second sketch, was “filled with oysters instead of
brains.” And early in 1863 heavy rains caused flooding in some of the Comstock mines,
a condition alluded to in this account. It therefore seems likely that whoever annotated
the clipping in the Grant Smith Papers mistook the date by one digit, and we have
conjectured it as either February 12 or 22.
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When Clemens wrote this second sketch he had obviously learned more about mines and
mining than he had known in the fall of 1862, when he wrote the previous one. Sometime
between 17 and 22 February 1863 he also published “Silver Bars—How Assayed” (no. 43),
a rather wide-eyed account of what he had recently learned of the assay process. And
the first item in his column for February 19 was also devoted to mining news.7 But like other “experts,” including the officials of the Spanish mine, he did not
foresee the seriousness of the damage caused by the flooding. Water from the spring
thaw further weakened the mine's timbering and caused a major cave-in on July 15.
Editorial Notes
1 Myron Angel, ed., History of Nevada (Oakland: Thompson and West, 1881), pp. 56–57; Eliot Lord, Comstock Mining and Miners (Berkeley: Howell-North, 1959), p. 61. In his “Around the World. Letter Number 6”
(no. 268), first published in the Buffalo Express, 8 January 1870, pp. 2–3, Clemens gave a condensed version of the origin of the Spanish
mine which he later repeated in chapter 46 of Roughing It.
2 For instance, Dan probably wrote “Mexican Mine,” a detailed article describing the
mine's steam-powered hoisting apparatus, reprinted from the Enterprise by the Oroville (Calif.) Butte Record, 29 November 1862, p. 2. This highly technical account of the machinery is absolutely
humorless.
3 Clemens to Jane Clemens, [ca. February-March 1863], CL1, letter 66.
4 “Letter from Mark Twain,” Chicago Republican, 31 May 1868, p. 2.
5 “Around the World. Letter Number 6,” Buffalo Express, pp. 2–3. This recollection seems to conflate Clemens' memories of his visits to
the Spanish mine with those he made to the Ophir in July 1863, shortly before and
shortly after the Spanish mine caved in to a depth of 225 feet with a force that damaged
the bordering Ophir down to the fourth gallery. For Clemens' account of his descents
into the Ophir see “ ‘Mark Twain's’ Letter,” San Francisco Morning Call, 15, 18, and 23 July 1863, PH at Yale. His story in the Enterprise, “An Hour in the Caved Mines,” must have appeared about the same time; it was reprinted
at the end of chapter 52 in Roughing It, probably from an Enterprise clipping.
6 Clemens to Stephen J. Field, 9 January 1868, CL1, letter 176. Harvey Beckwith is listed as foreman of the Spanish mine in J. Wells
Kelly, Second Directory of Nevada Territory (San Francisco: Valentine and Co., 1863), p. 173.
The first printing in the Virginia City Territorial Enterprise, sometime in late October 1862, is not extant. The sketch survives in the only known
contemporary reprinting of the Enterprise, the Oroville (Calif.) Butte Record for 1 November 1862 (p. 1), which is copy-text. Copy: PH from Bancroft. There are
no textual notes.
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The Spanish Mine
This comprises one hundred feet of the great Comstock lead, and is situated in the midst of the
Ophir claims. We visited it yesterday, in company with Mr. Kingman, Assistant Superintendent,
and our impression is that stout-legged people with an affinity to darkness, may spend
an hour or so there very comfortably. A confused sense of being buried alive, and
a vague consciousness of stony dampness, and huge timbers, and tortuous caverns, and
bottomless holes with endless ropes hanging down into them, and narrow ladders climbing
in a short twilight through the colossal lattice work and suddenly perishing in midnight,
and workmen Ⓐemendationpoking about in the gloom with twinkling candles—is all, or nearly all that remains
to us of our experience in the Spanish mine. Yet, for the information of those who
may wish to go down and see how things are conducted in the realms beyond the jurisdiction
of daylight, we are willing to tell a portion of what we know about it. Entering the
Spanish tunnel in A street, you grope along by candle light for two hundred and fifty
feet—but you need not count your steps—keep on going until you come to a horse. This
horse works a whim used for hoisting ore from the infernal regions below, and from
long service in the dark, his coat has turned to a beautiful black color. You Ⓐemendationare now upon the confines of the ledge, and from this point several drifts branch
out to different portions of the mine. Without stopping to admire these gloomy grottoes
you descend a ladder and halt upon a landing where you are fenced in with an open-work
labyrinth of timbers some eighteen inches squareⒶemendation, extending in front of you and behind you, and far away above you and below
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you, until they Ⓐemendationare lost in darkness. These timbers are framed in squares or “stations,” five feet
each way, one above another, and so neatly put together that there is not room for
the insertion of a knife-blade where they intersect. You Ⓐemendationare apt to wonder where the forest around you came from, and how they managed to get
it into that hole, and what sums of money it must have cost, and so forth and so on,
and you wind up with a confused notion that the man who designed it all had a shining
talent for saw mills on a large scale. He could build the frame-work beautifully at
any rate. WhereuponⒶemendation, you desist from further speculation, and waltz down a very narrow winding staircase,
and the further you squirm down it the dizzier you get and the more those open timber
squares seem to whiz by you, until you feel as if you are falling through a well-ventilated
shot-tower with the windows all open.
Finally, after you have gone down ninety-four feet, you touch bottom again and find
yourself in the midst of the saw mill yet, with the regular accomplishments of workmen,
and windlasses, and glimmering candles and cetera, as usual. Now you can stoop and
dodge about under the “stations,” and get your clothes dirty, and drip hot candlegrease
all over your hands, and find out how they take those timbers and commence at the
top of the mine, and build them together like mighty window sashes all the way down
to the bottom of it; and if, after coming down that tipsy staircase, you can by any
possibility make out to understand it, then you can render the information useful
above ground by building the third story of your house to suit you first, and continuing
its erection wrong end foremost until you wind up with the cellar. You will also find
out that at this depth the lead is forty-six feet wide, with its sides walled and
weather boarded as compactly and substantially as those of a jail. And Ⓐemendationhere and there in little recesses, the walls of the lead are laid bare, showing the
blue silver lines traced upon the white quartz, after the fashion of variegated marble
—this, in places, you know, while others, where the ore is richer, the blue predominates
and the white is scarcely perceptible. From these various recesses a swarm of workmen
are constantly conveying wheel-barrow loads of quartz to the windlasses, of all shades
of value, from that worth $75 to that worth $3,000 per ton—and if you should chance
to be in better luck than we were, you may happen to stumble on a small specimen worth
a dollar and a half a pound. Such things
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have occurred in the Spanish mine before now. However, as we were saying, you are
now one hundred and seventy feet under the ground, and you can move about and see
how the ore is quarried and moved from one place to another, and how systematically
the great mine is arranged and worked altogether, and how unsystematically the Mexicans
used to carry on business down there—and you may get into a bucket, if you please,
and extend your visit to the confines of purgatory—so to Ⓐemendationspeak—if you feel anxious to do so; but as this would afford you nothing more than
a glance at the bottom of a drain shaft, you could better employ your time and talents
in climbing that cork-screw and seeking daylight Ⓐemendationagain. And before leaving the mouth of the tunnel, you would do well to visit the
office of Mr. Beckwith, the superintendent, where you can see a small cabinet of specimens
from the mine which has been pronounced by scientific travelers to be one of the richest
collections of the kind in the world. We shall have occasion to speak of the steam
hoisting apparatus now in process of erection by the Spanish Company at an early day.
The first printing in the Virginia City Territorial Enterprise, sometime in late October 1862, is not extant. The sketch survives in the only known contemporary reprinting of the Enterprise, the Oroville (Calif.) Butte Record for 1 November 1862 (p. 1), which is copy-text. Copy: PH from Bancroft. There are no textual notes.