Virginia City

The oldest things we have are mining towns because everybody went west.

So we go to Vulture City or Virginia City or Butte or nevada city where there's a certain type of ghost the more gruffer strong i'm going to go make my fortune and even stronger women came out but the farther i go east to get to back east then they have oh there is buildings from the 1500s 1600s and there's all this history in american history whole different set of ghosts and then we crossed the pond over to your side oh my god and we step right into antiquity Or you could talk to, you know, spirits in a French chateau from the year 1200.

And not that we even speak the same language.

But so I just love that I'm not even limited to local, that I get to travel the world doing this.

They did not know that he was literary.

Some of his home letters had found their way into a Keokuk paper and had come back to Orion, who had shown them to an assistant on the territorial enterprise of Virginia City.

The enterprise man had caused one of them to be reprinted, and this had encouraged its author to send something to the paper direct.

He signed these contributions Josh, and one told of, An old, old horse whose name was Methusalem, took him down and sold him in Jerusalem a long time ago.

He had gone into the wilderness to fight out his battle alone, postponing the final moment of surrender, surrender that, had he known, only meant the beginning of victory.

He was still undecided when he returned eight days later and wrote to his sister Pamela a letter in which there is no mention of newspaper prospects.

Just how and when the end came at last cannot be known, but one hot, dusty August afternoon in Virginia City, a worn, travel-stained pilgrim dragged himself into the office of the Territorial Enterprise, then in its new building on C Street, and, loosening a heavy roll of blankets from his shoulder, dropped wearily into a chair.

He wore a rusty slouch hat, no coat, a faded blue flannel shirt, a navy revolver.

I've been trailing him for two days.

I cornered him in Virginia City last night.

The local sheriff and me shot it out with him.

The sheriff got him as he was running for his horse.

He got me in a bad

spot on the left side under the horses.

When I told him about Berdugia being on trial for a crime he committed, he insisted on riding over from Virginia City at once.

He's game, I'll say that.

The French lady on the back seat was asleep too, yet in a half-conscious propriety of attitude, shown even in the disposition of the handkerchief which she held to her forehead and which partially veiled her face.

The lady from Virginia City, traveling with her husband, had long since lost all individuality in a wild confusion of ribbons, veils, furs, and shawls.

There was no sound but the rattling of wheels and the dash of rain upon the roof.

Suddenly the stage stopped, and we became dimly aware of voices.

First of all, Corvallis is not a mining town.

It's certainly possible that someone struck gold nearby, but he'd be far more likely to go south than strike it in Jacksonville or Virginia City, which means he'd be doing his drunken boasting there, not in Corvallis back home.

And secondly, rubber boots were uncommon and valuable items in 1857, not the sort of thing a man would use to bury something in.

Still, it's a fun legend to think about, and if you're ever visiting the Arboretum, who knows, it may even be true, and you could find it.

gold found in this vicinity? Around Benton? No, most of it's north and southwest of here.

Big strikes over to Virginia City and Bannock.

Mind you, there's talk.

Oh, you hear it around once in a while, the gold in these parts.

after this lengthy physical examination the et's conversed among themselves they then lifted tom from the table quickly dressed him in his clothes and inserted him back into the same tube-like elevator that they had used to draw him into the craft moments later tom found himself quote set free on solid earth to find myself with no sense of direction whatsoever so having no idea where he was tom looked around and saw that he was in the same prairie where he had parked his truck he then saw moonlight glinting off the windshield of his truck and as he says i then broke to pieces as my whole body shook uncontrollably i cried oh god why me i couldn't calm myself as i cried like a baby i was still shaking a lot but finally started my truck it died on me several times till i started crying again i finally half controlled myself and started the truck and made it home i don't know but i did get home now moving on to the third case that I'd like to talk about I call this case missing time in Mound House this is from my book UFOs over Nevada and it's a very very unusual case involving a gentleman who had an incredible encounter one that I've never quite heard like this before so let's just get started the witness to this testimony this case is anonymous i call him paul and as paul says this is a real true encounter and i do not wish to be known it has actually been a hard thing for me to deal with in my life paul is a resident of dayton in nevada and it was around 11 pm on an april night in 1996 when paul who was 25 years old was returning home to retrieve his guitar and then spend the night jamming with his friend chris a hopi native native american back in town Paul was driving on Highway 50 East near Mound House, Nevada, and was listening to the radio.

He had just passed the Virginia City exit when he noticed four extremely bright white-blue lights flying about 50 feet over the mouth of a small canyon.

He thought at first it was a jet flying much too low, until he realized that the lights were actually hovering.

They lit up the sagebrush on the hill, bright as day, he said, reminding him of stadium lights.