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
At last the solid mass of four-horse coaches began to dissolve. The
drivers gathered up their reins and settled themselves down in their
seats, cracked their whips, and swore at their horses; the grooms
cleared out the best way they could; the passengers shouted and
hurrahed; the teams in front set off at a gallop; the rest followed them
as soon as they got room to start, and chevied them up the street, all
in a body, for about half a mile, when, as soon as we got out of town,
we spread out in all directions to every point of a semicircle, and in
a few minutes I found myself one of a small isolated community, with
which four splendid horses were galloping over the plains like mad. No
hedges, no ditches, no houses, no road in fact--it was all a vast open
plain, as smooth as a calm ocean. We might have been steering by
compass, and it was like going to sea; for we emerged from the city as
from a landlocked harbor, and followed our own course over the wide wide
world. The transition from the confinement of the city to the vastness
of space was instantaneous; and our late neighbors, rapidly diminishing
around us, and getting hull down on the horizon, might have been bound
for the uttermost parts of the earth, for all we could see that was to
stop them.
To sit behind four horses tearing along a good road is delightful at any
time, but the mere fact of such rapid locomotion formed only a small
part of the pleasure of our journey.
The atmosphere was so soft and balmy that it was a positive enjoyment to
feel it brushing over one’s face like the finest floss silk. The sky was
clear and cloudless, the bright sunshine warmed us up to a comfortable
temperature; and we were traveling over such an expanse of nature that
our progress, rapid as it was, seemed hardly perceptible, unless
measured by the fast disappearing chimney tops of the city, or by the
occasional clumps of trees we left behind us. The scene all round us was
magnificent, and impressed one as much with his own insignificance as
though he beheld the countries of the earth from the summit of a high
mountain.
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