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Show BINGHAM. " IMus Ultra " (iues in J hat Direction. Account of His Trip ti rami Sights Acres of Ore. (Special Orronpondiiiwv.) 8alt Lake City, Juno 2Cih, 1S70, I IoR Salt Lake city on the morning morn-ing of the 23th bound for Bingham and a look at its bonanza mines. The railroad south from tho city to the junction with the Bingham canon railroad, passes through one of the richest agricultural districts of the territory, and tho sight of tho field ot waving graiu, plantation, orchardu and oozy, com fort ablo farmhouses on the routo, fills tho heart of the-ordinary pilgrim with delight not easily described, and tho feeling which fills the soul of the appreciative lovor of the beauties of naturo and rural life is simply ecstacy. SANDY. The place is appropriately named. It is sand, sandy, sandiest. The terra finna in that soction id altogether alto-gether sand. The people living there have a dry, sandy, gritty appoarauce, which, if one of them was suddenly transported to some distaut and more alluvial country, would without fail indicate to the people of the more favored clime that the plaeo of hit or her nativity was a sand desert, and if Darwin's theory of evolution be correct, I expect that some time in the great future these people will be come migratory gnnustonea. Here we went aboard the BINGHAM CASOX RAILROAD, which I heard a driver say was a "D J narrow-gauge, jrra&ihopper arrangement." It is one o! tho insti , tutious of which the weary traveler in this vale of tears would say, "I'll lake a little more, please." Wo g.t seated in the smoking car, the de-minutiva de-minutiva but complete engine began to squeak and groan, pull and blow as if it wers collecting all its energies for the task before it, and then awy we went, like a thing of life, over the swollen river, up tho bench, across ravine and gully, past herds of cattle and sheep, without stop or stay, till we arrived at a point near the month of the canon, and in the yiciuity of tho cotton ranche, and the scene of the slaughter of trie family of that name, tho local ion of the participants in that terrible feud beiDg pointed out to me by a fellow traveler, who, by the way, told me an anecdote of Ben Tasker that famous lover of tuer people's horses which may be appreciated, this being one I of his favorite haunts. Tho fancier of equines was being officially interviewed inter-viewed by that chronic moralist, ex-Judge ex-Judge Clinton, who, after summing up the evidence in the case, and, as usual, committing Tasker, essayed to turn him from the evil of his ways by advising him to become an ho;et man, when Ben made the following retort: "Why, judge, you wont let me be honest. You haul me up here, put me id prison for a week or two; it costs me four or five hundred dollars to employ legal talent to take me out, and then the only course left for me to get even is to go to stealing horses again. All your fault, judge; all your fault." The engine having assuaged its thirst we again began to move forward, for-ward, and soon made our entry into BINGHAM CAS0N, and in a short time were threading our way amongst the houses which line either side of the cation and constitute con-stitute Bingham city. It being Sunday, Sun-day, the town presented a lively appearance. ap-pearance. The streets were crowded with miners. Tho different stores and saloons, judging from the Dumber Dum-ber of men who lined their bars and counters, and hung in swarms around their doors, were doing a rushing business. rtiE MINES of this camp are generally producing pro-ducing ores of a low grade, but in quantity sufficient to suit the most fastidious of seekers after the hidden things of the earth. At least such would be the impression on the mind of the "looker on in Venice" when he hears men talk glibly of a body of ore having been developed in the Nes Perces which in extent equals an acre of ground; of the Winamuck producing 100 tons per day, and only waiting the completion com-pletion of a new shaft which is to double that quantity; of the Yose-mite Yose-mite which duplicates the above, and many others of which I could not take note or have not space to speak; and which almost takes one's breath away to think of. Mounted on the hurricane deck of a sprightly i CAYUSE TONY I I made my way up the Curr fork,! past the Highland Boy mine with its 600 feet of tunnel. Ehaft, incline and drifts, showing vast bodies of lead ore; to the Red Wine with its shaft sunk into and showing a vein of ore seven feet thick, and on up the canon to the very summit near the Clipper mine, to the Miller mine, in full view of the north end of Rush valley, the entire scope ol Tooele nnd Salt Lake valleys, and a partial sight of the Great Salt Lake. The : grandeur ot the scene which was ' spread out before us is beyond my poor powers of description, and I felt, standing in the presense of the gigaa-1 gigaa-1 tic sublimity, very much like a Dicmv amonest a host of the sons of Anak; or line a ripple amongst the 1 mountain waves of old ocean. the return. After loitering about for an hour we i began to make our way down tho mountain side iu a zig zag course now this direction, now that, to avoid the holes which the industrious prospector had dug to serve, apparently, appar-ently, as pit falls for the feet of the unwary, until at last we reached the bed of the canon, and soon after Bingham city, where, committing my corporal body to the care of Par-lin Par-lin fc Thompson, my spirit to its appropriate ap-propriate guardian, after mauv a rude I jolt and bump landed me at Walker . Brothers' corner, feeling and looking very much like an animated dust heap. Plus Ultra. |