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 arrived at Nevada after a day and a half of very muddy traveling, but
the weather was bright and clear, and seemed to be a renewal of the dry
season. It did not last long, however, for a heavy snowstorm soon set
in, and it continued snowing, raining, and freezing for about three
weeks,--the snow lying on the ground all the time, to the depth of three
or four feet. The continuance of such weather rendered the roads so
impracticable as to cut off all supplies from Marysville or Sacramento,
and accordingly prices of provisions of all kinds rose enormously. The
miners could not work with so much snow on the ground, and altogether
there was a prospect of hard times. Flour was exceedingly high even in
San Francisco, several capitalists having entered into a flour-monopoly
speculation, buying up every cargo as it arrived, and so keeping up the
price. In Nevada it was sold at a dollar a pound, and in other places
farther up in the mountains it was doled out, as long as the stock
lasted, at three or four times that price. In many parts the people were
reduced to the utmost distress from the scarcity of food, and the
impossibility of obtaining any fresh supplies. At Downieville, the few
men who had remained there were living on barley, a small stock of which
was fortunately kept there as mule-feed. Several men perished in the
snow in trying to make their escape from distant camps in the mountains;
two or three lost their lives near the ranch of my friend the Italian
hurdy-gurdy player, while carrying flour down to their camps on the
river; and in some places people saved themselves from starvation by
eating dogs and mules.
Men kept pouring into Nevada from all quarters, starved out of their own
camps, and all bearing the same tale of starvation and distress, and
glad to get to a place where food was to be had. The town, being a sort
of harbor of refuge for miners in remote diggings, became very full; and
as no work could be done in such weather, the population had nothing to
do but to amuse themselves the best way they could. A theatrical company
was performing nightly to crowded houses; the gambling saloons were kept
in full blast; and in fact, every day was like a Sunday, from the number
of men one saw idling about, playing cards, and gambling.
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