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
We felt no particular fancy for it, however, especially as we could not
get a claim; and having heard favorable accounts of the diggings on
Weaver Creek, we concluded to migrate to that place. It was about
fifteen miles off; and having hired a mule and cart from a man in
Hangtown to carry our long tom, hoses, picks, shovels, blankets, and pot
and pans, we started early the next morning, and arrived at our
destination about noon. We passed through some beautiful scenery on the
way. The ground was not yet parched and scorched by the summer sun, but
was still green, and on the hillsides were patches of wild-flowers
growing so thick that they were quite soft and delightful to lie down
upon. For some distance we followed a winding road between smooth
rounded hills, thickly wooded with immense pines and cedars, gradually
ascending till we came upon a comparatively level country, which had all
the beauty of an English park. The ground was quite smooth, though
gently undulating, and the rich verdure was diversified with numbers of
white, yellow, and purple flowers. The oaks of various kinds, which were
here the only tree, were of an immense size, but not so numerous as to
confine the view; and the only underwood was the mansanita, a very
beautiful and graceful shrub, generally growing in single plants to the
height of six or eight feet. There was no appearance of ruggedness or
disorder; we might have imagined ourselves in a well-kept domain; and
the solitude, and the vast unemployed wealth of nature, alone reminded
us that we were among the wild mountains of California.
After traveling some miles over this sort of country, we got among the
pine trees once more, and very soon came to the brink of the high
mountains overhanging Weaver Creek. The descent was so steep that we had
the greatest difficulty in getting the cart down without a capsize,
having to make short tacks down the face of the hill, and generally
steering for a tree to bring up upon in case of accidents. At the point
where we reached the Creek was a store, and scattered along the rocky
banks of the Creek were a few miners’ tents and cabins. We had expected
to have to camp out here, but seeing a small tent unoccupied near the
store, we made inquiry of the storekeeper, and finding that it belonged
to him, and that he had no objection to our using it, we took possession
accordingly, and proceeded to light a fire and cook our dinner.
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