the inquisitive traveler

Published: The New York Times, February 28, 1890
Written by: Alfred Doten

THE INQUISITIVE TRAVELER

TWO CONSCIENCELESS NEVADANS GIVE HIM POINTS FOR HIS NOTEBOOK

Shortly before the recent long-continued snow blockade, writes Alf Doten to the Virginia (Nev.) Enterprise, two of us were on our return from Reno, seated in the comfortable smoking car of the regular passenger and mail train. on the seat ahead of us was a peculiar-looking individual, with small round top-hat, side whiskers, eye glasses, and tourist style. Nothing escaped his eye in passing, and he took frequent lead-pencil notes in a little book. His ears were evidently as eager as his eyes, for pretty soon he showed the same by frequently, and as we considered impertinently, interrupting our conversation with such questions as:"Excuse me, but what did you say the gentleman's name was that is going to build dams to irrigate with?""Newlands."Then we saw him note down "Newlands - dams - irrigation." Soon he again interrupted us with: "Is that the State prison, over there, that you speak of? How old did you say these prehistoric tracks are?""About 17,000,000 years; don't know exactly, but they were there before the prison was built.""Aw, dontcher know, that's a singular circumstance" - and we saw him note it down: "State prison - tracks of the builders - 17,000,000 years old.""Comstock ore - Morgan mill - full blast all the time, did you say?""Yes, yes, it's a quartz mill, where they grind the silver out of the rock that comes from the Comstock lode.""But how do they collect the silver?""Oh, that's simple enough; they grind the ore to a sort of sandy meal, as it were, and stir it up in a big pan loaded with quicksilver, which catches the silver and the sand washes off. Then they squeeze and roast the quicksilver out and have the pure commercial silver bullion."Down went this into his little notebook: "Comstock silver meal - roasted - commercial bullion."His annoying interruptions and notes, as well as his inquisitively peculiar style, began to interest us, and we didn't mind steam boating him a little."What's that you say - the trout in the river along here have no teeth?""Certainly not, below the mills; the floured quicksilver in the water salivates them so that their teeth drop out.""Egad! but that's natural enough" and we saw him note down: "Trout in river all salivated - lose teeth - become suckers.""No apples on sagebrush last year, did I hear you say?""None whatever; been getting scarcer every year for some time. Indians have to buy dries apples instead."Down went this in his notebook: "Sagebrush apple crop failure - the poor Indian."A party of Italian woodchoppers in the forward end of the car were amusing themselves with songs, choruses, and a big black bottle."How was that? An opera troupe?""Oh, yes; the railroad company employs them regularly to run over the road for the amusement of the passengers."Then we saw him note down: "Worst singers on earth travel the road; also two of the worst liars."Here he pocketed his notebook, for we had arrived at Virginia.Last week we met him again, on C-street. He was just up from Carson, where he had been during the blockade. He knew us right off, and shook hands."Got short of coal here, did you? How did provisions hold out?""Very well. Potatoes got scarce, but we soon got a supply from Dayton through the Sutro Tunnel and hoisted up the C. and C. shaft."We slyly glanced over his shoulder and saw him make the following note in his little book: "Only use made of Sutro Tunnel is transporting potatoes from Carson River to the Comstock. Met those two infernal champion liars again."

Alfred Doten "began writing detailed and candid personal diaries in 1849 and continued the practice until the day he died. His journals portray the life and times of the mining frontier. They are straightforward, blunt, and often mundane, but bursting with real life. The journals fill 79 leather-bound volumes containing over a million and a half words."

just a thought

Published: London Brighton, February 6, 1889
Written by: ?

did you know that a notebook can save your life?

Published: 1889, The New York Times

Written by: ?

A FIGHT WITH BURGLARS

A NOTEBOOK SAVES THE LIFE OF ITS FORTUNATE POSSESSOR

Baltimore, Aug. 25. - A daring attempt at robbery and murder, similar to the Luca case in Brooklyn, was made in the house of James O. Bates on Park-avenue early this morning. Mr. Bates is of the firm of Hennegen & Bates. He and his family are away except his son, Fred A. Bates, twenty-one years of age. Mr. Fred Bates and two servants were the only occupants of the house.

This morning, about 1:30 o'clock, Mr Bates was awakened by a noise. Picking up a revolver, he in the dark groped his way down stairs to the dining room. In the dark room he could just make out the outlines of a man bent over the table. Mr. Bates without delay shot at the fellow, but hardly had the pistol go off when he heard a chair being upset behind him. He wheeled about just in time to receive across his right shoulder a gash with a razor intended for his back. A morocco note book in his breast pocket, one quarter inch thick, saved the young man's life. The cut was inflicted by another man, whose presence was revealed by his upsetting the chair. The man gave Mr. Bates two more cuts extending from the right shoulder down to the breast. He also slashed him twice in the left breast and once above the heart. In the meantime he grabbed Mr. Bates's revolver, but the young man pulled the hammer and the second shot went off, missing the assailant, as unfortunately had the first shot.

After this the burglars disappeared. while Mr. Bates ran to the front door and shot three times for assistance. The officers found that there were two or three robbers, and that they had forced their entrance through a shutter into the kitchen. The cut into Mr. Bates's coat, seven in all, were inflicted with a razor. Mr. Bates was saved from bleeding to death only by his happening to have that jeweler's note book in the right breast pocket of his coat. The razor had cut through half the book. No arrests have been made.