The land of gold; or, Three years in CaliforniaColton, Walter
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The land of gold; or, Three years in California
Colton, Walter
California -- Gold discoveries; California -- History -- 1846-1850
TUESDAY, DEC. 12. The quicksilver mines of California constitute one of
the most important elements in her mineral wealth. Only one vein has as
yet been fully developed; this lies a few miles from San José, and is
owned by Hon. Alexander Forbes, British consul at Typé, in Mexico—a
gentleman of vast means and enterprise—and who has a heart as full of
generous impulses as his mine is of wealth. Many of our countrymen, in
misfortune, have shared his munificent liberality. His mine, in the
absence of suitable machinery, has been worked to great disadvantage;
and yet, with two whaling-kettles for furnaces, he has driven off a
hundred and fifty pounds a day of the pure metal. If this can be done
with an apparatus intended only for trying blubber, a ton may be rolled
from a capacious retort constructed for the purpose. The title of Mr.
Forbes to this mine has excited some inquiry, but it will be found among
the soundest in California.
Instead of attempting to shake this title, a more wise and profitable
course will be to open a fresh vein. They lie in the contiguous spurs of
the same mountain range, and only require a small outlay of labor and
capital to develop their untold wealth. The metal need not travel from
California to find a market; vast quantities will be required in the
gold mines: the cradle and bowl must give place to more complicated
machinery; the sands of the river pass through a more delicate process;
and the quartz of the steep rock, crumbled under the stamper, surrender
its gold to the embrace of quicksilver. This stupendous issue is close
at hand; and they who anticipate it, will find the fruits of their
sagacity and enterprise in sudden fortunes.
MONDAY, DEC. 25. The multitudes who are in the mines, suffer in health
and constitution from the extreme changes of temperature which follow
day and night. In some of the ravines in which we camped, these
variations vibrated through thirty and forty degrees. In mid-day we were
driven into the shade to keep cool, and in the night into two or three
blankets to keep warm. The heat is ascribable in part to the nature of
the soil, its naked sandy features, its power of radiation, and the
absence of circulation in the glens. But the cold comes with the visits
of the night-wind from the frosty slopes of the Sierra Nevada.
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