VIRGINIA CITY
TERRITORIAL ENTERPRISE

To find a petrified man, or break a stranger's leg, or cave an imaginary mine, or discover some dead Indians in a Gold Hill tunnel, or massacre a family at Dutch Nick's, were feats and calamities that we never hesitated about devising when the public needed matters of thrilling interest for breakfast. The seemingly tranquil ENTERPRISE office was a ghastly factory of slaughter, mutilation and general destruction in those days.
- "Mark Twain's Letters from Washington. Number IX," Virginia City Territorial Enterprise, 3/7/1868