The gold hunters : $b A first-hand picture of life in California mining camps in the early fiftiesBorthwick, John David
History
The gold hunters : $b A first-hand picture of life in California mining camps in the early fifties
Borthwick, John David
California -- Gold discoveries; California -- Social life and customs -- 19th century; Mining camps -- California -- History
We were not kept long waiting. In an incredibly short space of time the
company began to return to the bar-room, some still masticating a
mouthful of food, others picking their teeth with their fingers, or with
sharp-pointed bowie-knives, and the rest, with a most provokingly
complacent expression about their eyes, making horrible motions with
their jaws, as if they were wiping out their mouths with their tongues,
determined to enjoy the last lingering after-taste of the good things
they had been eating--rather a disgusting process to a spectator at any
time, but particularly aggravating to hungry men waiting for their
dinner.
When they had all left the dining-room, the door was again closed while
the table was being relaid. In the meantime there had been constant
fresh arrivals, and there were now almost as many waiting for the second
table as there had been for the first. A crowd very quickly began to
collect round the door, and I saw that to dine at number two, as I had
intended, I must enter into the spirit of the thing; so I elbowed my way
into the crowd, and secured a pretty good position behind a tall
Kentuckian, who I knew would clear the way before me. Very soon the door
was opened, when in we rushed pell-mell. I labored under the
disadvantage of not knowing the diggings; being a stranger, I did not
know the lay of the tables, or whereabouts the joints were placed; but
immediately on entering I caught sight of a good-looking roast of beef
at the far end of one of the tables, at which I made a desperate
charge. I was not so green as to lose time in trying to get my legs over
the bench and sit down, and in so doing perhaps be crowded out
altogether; but I seized a knife and fork, with which I took firm hold
of my prize, and occupying as much space as possible with my elbows, I
gradually insinuated myself into my seat. Without letting go the beef, I
then took a look round, and had the gratification of seeing about a
dozen men leaving the room, with a most ludicrous expression of
disappointment and hope long deferred. I have no doubt that when they
got into the bar-room they guessed there would be lots to eat at table
number three; I hope there was. I know there was plenty at number two;
but it was a “grab game”--every man for himself. If I had depended on
the waiter getting me a slice of roast beef, I should have had the
hungry number threes down upon me before I had commenced my dinner.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account