The Texas Miner, Volume 1, Number 9, March 17, 1894 Page: 2
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TEXAS MINER SUPPLEMENT.
\ írginia in 1892 show an output of 7,777,570 tons (see Colliery
Engineer for May, T893, page 229). Coal mined
in Great Britain in 1892, was' 181,786,671
tons (see Colliery Engineer for May, 1893, page 228),
making a total of 287,1.11.685 tons from those five sources
alone, which it is safe to say does not form one-half of the coal
produced in the world. I hen 287,111,685 divided by 365
equals 789,346 tons per day. Then counting "Novice's" 90
percent, loss, we have 789.346X. 90 equals 7 10.411. (789.346
710.411) divided by 3 equals 26,312. Men, at the rate of three
tons per day, to mine this coal produced by Great Britain and
four states of the Union only, in view of these facts, we can
hardly believe 2,700 men could dig all of the black diamond
used in making the steam power of the world if every unit of
it were utilized in doing actual work. Learner.
our "tammany tiger" again.
Thurber. Tex., March 15, 1894.
To The Miner:
I had hoped that I might sit quietly and drink in the wisdom
of your great paper, but I find myself in the condition of the
pious old deacon, who always accepted with sublime resignation
whatever ills the Lord saw fit to impose upon him. One day a
tornado came along and tore down bis fruit trees, leveled his
fences and destroyed his crops. He took it all with good forti-
tude and quiet submission. After a while he ran out to his barn
and tried to save its contents from the fury of the wind. As he
reached the door a shutter swung around and knocked him
into a manure heap. Picking himself up he remarked: "Oh,
Lord ! I think it is time for me to express my sentiments."
Now, do you really believe that America alone in the face of
all other nations could keep up the free coinage of silver ?
\\ ould not we find ourselves in the same pcsition, as you say
Mexico finds itself? We have not coined any silver for years,
and the buying of the white metal, giving a living of course, to
a few, comparatively speaking, would not have helped the
masses any. It was simply stored in the treasury vaults, and it
is there still;-now would you or I get any of it? If the buying of
silver by the Government would help, outside the few silver
miners, anybody, I would say, like you buy it; but I believe we
would soon find ourselves in the shoes of India, who has to pay,
as you say, 90,000 000 rupees more now, not because gold has
advanced, but silver has depreciated—and I did not read this
in "Pulitzer's World," neighbor; nor do I believe Boss Mc-
Laughlin had anything to do with the depreciation of silver, nor
with the hard times in 1873 and the few following years. Men
who considered themselves millionaires found that they were
beggars, men living in palaces, supposing they had enough to
give sunshine to the winter of their age, supposing they had
enough to have all they loved in affluence and comfort, suddenly
found they were medicants with bonds, stocks, mortgages all
turned to ashes in their aged, trembling hands. The chimneys
grew cold, the fires in furnaces went out, the poor families were
turned adrift, and the highways of the United States were crowd-
ed with tramps. I think there is heroism in living for a thing !
There's no glory in digging potatoes. You don't wear a uniform
when you're picking up stones. You can't have a band of mu-
sic when you dig potatoes ! In 1873 came the great crash; and
you could not charge the same, to the tune of a few thousand
millions, up to the Democrats. Millionaires found themselves
paupers. Palaces were exchanged for hovels. The aged man,
who had spent his life in hard labor, and who had accumulated
enough to support himself in his old age, and leave a litle some-
thing to his children and grandchildren, found they were all
If I am fortunate enough to leave a dollar when I die, I want
it to be a good one; I don't wish it to turn to ashes in the hands
of widowhood, or become a Democratic broken promise in the
pocket of the orphan. I want it money. I saw not long ago a
piece of gold bearing the stamp of the Roman empire. That
empire is dust, and over it has been thrown the mantle of ob-
livion, but that piece of gold is as good as though Julius Caesar
were still riding at the head of the Roman Legion. I want
money that will outlive the Democratic party.
They tell us—and they are honest about it—they say, "when
we have plenty of money we are prosperous." And I say, when
we are prosperous, then we have credit, and credit inflates the
currency. Whenever a man buys a pound ot sugar and savs
"charge it," he inflates the currency; whenever he gives his note
he inflates the currency; whenever his word takes the place of
money he inflates the currency. The consequence is that when
we are prosperous, credit takes the place of money, and we
ha\ e what we call "plenty. But you can t increase prosperity
simply by coining silver, or inflating your money.
I don't blame the man who wants inflation. I don't blame
him for praying for another period of buying silver. "When it
comes, said the man who had a lot of shrunken property on his
hands, "blame me it I don't unload you may shoot me."
It's a good deal like a game of poker ! I don't suppose any
of you know anything about that game ! Along towards morning
the fellow who is ahead always wants another deal. The fellow
who is behmd says his wife's sick, and that he must go home.
\ ou ought to hear that fellow discant on domestic virtue !
And the other fellow accuses him of wanting to jump the
game, of being a coward; etc. A man whose deadwood is hung
up on the shore in a dry time wants the water to rise
once more and float it out into the middle
of the stream. They say that money is a measure of value.
I isn't so; a bushel doesn't measure values. It measures dia-
monds as well as potatoes. A man don't sell half-bushels, he
sells corn. Some say there isn't money enough. That's so:
I know what that means myself. I am in favor of honest money;
I am in favor ot gold and silver, and paper with gold and silver
behind it. Hut I want a silver dollar worth a gold dollar, even
if you make it, or have to make it, four feet in diameter. No
government can afford to be a clipper of coin ; and we, alone,
can t afford to go to the free coinage of silver or we would soon
be put in very much the same condition as the darkey's cow.
He had been left in charge of the home in Mississippi while his
employer was a\\a\. The cow was taken sick ; in writing to the
tamily, he said: "The cow has been sick. I done give her
some medicine and she are well of the disease, but I think she
will die of the remedy."
Now. Mr. Miner, I am as anxious as anybody to see the
country cured of disease, but I would not like'to see a remedv
that would be worse than the disease. Tammany.
a "lightning greaser's" epistle.
1'hurber, Tex., March k, 1804..
To The Miner:
I have often thought of writing a line or so to The Miner.
but every issue is brimfull of such good, solid reading it made
me think you would not give space to my humble pen—but here
Judging from the excellent reading matter and the attention
you give to the principal political issues of the day, your paper
has a circulation ot 100.000 copies. I here are "no flies on Thf
Miner," and don't you foget it.
There is nothing new under the sun—it is said. I heard the
other day that in two years from this particular date the village
°f would be dead of consumption—decline, you know, and
that in two and one-half years the.farmers would be ploughing
up its streets and planting cotton and corn in them and
is so very near Thurber, too.
The farmers are coming here from away on the other side of
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McAdams, Walter B. The Texas Miner, Volume 1, Number 9, March 17, 1894, newspaper, January 27, 1894; Thurber, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth200456/m1/10/: accessed February 24, 2018), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Tarleton State University.