One oldster remembered Eilly Orrum of Virginia City. "She had followed the covered wagons and made a living washing our clothes, but she got into our hearts. Everybody liked her. Some say she forgot to get a divorce from her second husband before she married Sandy Bowers. Nobody blamed her. She and Sandy ran a beanery. Eilly would feed anybody on the cuff. John Rodgers ran up a board bill and couldn't pay it. He had a few shares in a no-count claim and talked Eilly into taking the shares to settle the bill.
"Within two weeks Eilly was getting $20,000 a month from that deal. It wasn't long before she was giggling happily and telling everybody she didn't see how folks could live on less than $100,000 a year."
"Julia Bulette? Ran a snooty fancy house. But she taught Virginia City how to eat and what, and soon the rich fellows wouldn't stand for anything except the world's best foods."
"Oh yes, everybody knew Old Virginny. Gave the town its name. Always drunk. Discovered the Ophir. Swapped it for a mustang pony and a pint of likker to old Pancake Comstock. When he sobered up he discovered the pony was blind. Pancake swapped an eighth interest in the Ophir to a Mexican, Gabriel Maldonado, for two burros. The Mexican took out $6,000,000. Pancake was quite a lady-killer. Ran away with a miner's wife. Fellow was glad to get rid of her, but decided he'd beat hell out of Pancake. Found him in new diggings nearby and jumped him. 'You don't want her,' Pancake says. 'Be reasonable. I'll buy her.'
"They haggled awhile and the fellow agreed to accept $50 and a plug horse. He took the money and started for the horse.
"'Wait a minute,' Pancake says, 'I want a bill of sale,' and wrote it out on the spot, and made the fellow sign it. Didn't keep her long though. She ran away with a tramp fiddler. The Comstock Lode produced over a billion dollars. He might have had a fifth of that. Just too smart for his own good. Finally paid the price. Found him on the trail one day. Brains blowed out. Suicide."
Dobe Charlie Nels was at Bodie, rendezvous of the toughest of the bad men when the United States Hotel rented its rooms in six-hour shifts and guests were awakened at the end of that period to make places for others. He recalled Eleanor Dumont, whose deft fingers dealt four kings to the unwary and four aces to herself. Smitten lovers had shot it out for her favors on the Mother Lode and on the Comstock, but when life and love still were fair, fate played a scurvy trick on the beauteous Eleanor. The shadow of a little down began to show on her lip and darkened with the years and so she became Madame Moustache. "She just got tired living and one night she went outside, swallowed a little pellet and passed the deal to God."