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
The diggings here had been exceedingly rich--men used to pick the chunks
of gold out of the crevices of the rocks in the ravines with no other
tool than a bowie-knife; but these days had passed, and now the whole
surface of the surrounding country showed the amount of real hard work
which had been done. The beds of the numerous ravines which wrinkle the
faces of the hills, the bed of the creek, and all the little flats
alongside of it, were a confused mass of heaps of dirt and piles of
stones lying around the innumerable holes, about six feet square and
five or six feet deep, from which they had been thrown out. The original
course of the creek was completely obliterated, its waters being
distributed into numberless little ditches, and from them conducted into
the “long toms” of the miners through canvas hoses, looking like
immensely long slimy sea-serpents.
The number of bare stumps of what had once been gigantic pine trees,
dotted over the naked hillsides surrounding the town, showed how freely
the ax had been used, and to what purpose was apparent in the extent of
the town itself, and in the numerous log-cabins scattered over the
hills, in situations apparently chosen at the caprice of the owners, but
in reality with a view to be near to their diggings, and at the same
time to be within a convenient distance of water and firewood.
Along the whole length of the creek, as far as one could see, on the
banks of the creek, in the ravines, in the middle of the principal and
only street of the town, and even inside some of the houses, were
parties of miners, numbering from three or four to a dozen, all hard at
work, some laying into it with picks, some shoveling the dirt into the
“long toms,” or with long-handled shovels washing the dirt thrown in,
and throwing out the stones, while others were working pumps or baling
water out of the holes with buckets. There was a continual noise and
clatter, as mud, dirt, stones, and water were thrown about in all
directions; and the men, dressed in ragged clothes and big boots,
wielding picks and shovels, and rolling big rocks about, were all
working as if for their lives, going into it with a will, and a degree
of energy, not usually seen among laboring men. It was altogether a
scene which conveyed the idea of hard work in the fullest sense of the
words, and in comparison with which a gang of railway navvies would have
seemed to be merely a party of gentlemen amateurs playing at working
_pour passer le temps_.
A stroll through the village revealed the extent to which the ordinary
comforts of life were attainable. The gambling-houses, of which there
were three or four, were of course the largest and most conspicuous
buildings; their mirrors, chandeliers, and other decorations, suggesting
a style of life totally at variance with the outward indications of
everything around them.
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