The gold hunters : $b A first-hand picture of life in California mining camps in the early fiftiesBorthwick, John David
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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
From Oak Valley I went down to Slate Range with an American who was
anxious I should visit his camp there. After climbing down the mountain
side, we at last reached the river, which here was confined between huge
masses of slate rock, turning in its course, and disappearing behind
bold rocky points so abruptly, that seldom could more of the length than
the breadth of the river be seen at a time.
An hour’s scrambling over the sharp-edged slate rocks on the side of the
river brought us to his camp, or at least the place where he and his
partners camped out, which was on the bare rocks, in a corner so
over-shadowed by the steep mountain that the sun never shone upon it. It
was certainly the least luxurious habitation, and in the most wild and
rugged locality, I had yet seen in the mines. On a rough board which
rested on two stones were a number of tin plates, pannikins, and such
articles of table furniture, while a few flat stones alongside answered
the purpose of chairs. Scattered about, as was usual in all miners’
camps, were quantities of empty tins of preserved meats, sardines, and
oysters, empty bottles of all shapes and sizes, innumerable ham-bones,
old clothes, and other rubbish. Round the blackened spot which was
evidently the kitchen were pots and frying-pans, sacks of flour and
beans, and other provisions, together with a variety of cans and
bottles, of which no one could tell the contents without inspection; for
in the mines everything is perverted from its original purpose, butter
being perhaps stowed away in a tin labeled “fresh lobsters,” tea in a
powder canister, and salt in a sardine-box.
There was nothing in the shape of a tent or shanty of any sort; it was
not required as a shelter from the heat of the sun, as the place was in
the perpetual shade of the mountain, and at night each man rolled
himself up in his blankets, and made a bed of the smoothest and softest
piece of rock he could find.
This part of the river was very rich, the gold being found in the soft
slate rock between the layers and in the crevices.
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