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
THURSDAY, SEPT. 24. An Englishman called at the court to-day, and
desired me to issue a warrant for the apprehension of his mistress, who
he said had run away and carried off a rich shawl and diamond breastpin
which did not belong to her. I told him, when he entered into a criminal
compact of that kind with a person, he might expect just such results as
he had experienced,—and as for a warrant, I should issue none, and would
not if she had carried off every thing in his house, and him too; for I
should consider the community quit of two persons who could in no way
benefit its morals. He looked not a little surprised at this decision,
shrugged his shoulders, and departed. The first thing a foreigner does
here is to provide himself with a horse; the second, with a mistress;
the third, with a pack of cards. These, with a bottle of aguardiente,
are his capital for this world and the next. This is true of many, but
not all; there are some high and honorable exceptions.
FRIDAY, SEPT. 25. The Congress left her moorings last evening, and held
her course majestically out of the bay for San Francisco. Com. Stockton
proposes, while there, to construct batteries which can command the
entrance to the harbor, and afford protection to our merchantmen in the
absence of our squadron. The new city will probably be located before
his return. It is the point towards which all eyes are now turned. The
tide of emigration is setting there with as much steadiness and strength
as the rivers which roll into its capacious bosom. The day is coming
when the spires of a great city will be mirrored in its waters.
SATURDAY, SEPT. 26. The Indians here are practical Thomsonians or
Hydropathists; they sweat for every kind of disease. Their bath is a
large ground-oven, to which you descend by a flight of narrow steps, and
which has a small aperture at the top for the escape of the smoke. In
the centre of this they build a fire, close the entrance, and shut
themselves in till the temperature reaches an elevation which throws
them into a profuse perspiration. They then rush out and plunge
themselves into a stream of cold water. This is repeated every day till
the disease leaves or death comes.
But many, without any ailment, resort to this bath as a luxury. They
will stay in the oven till they are hardly able to crawl out and reach
the stream. It is great fun for the more sturdy ones to lift out the
exhausted and dash them in the flood. You hardly expect to see them rise
again, but up they come, and regain the earth full of life and vigor.
The reaction is instantaneous, and the effect, I have no doubt, in many
cases beneficial. It, at least, gives them a good washing, which they
would hardly get without, and which they too often need. The Indian also
takes to the water to quench the flames of rum. His poor mortal tenement
is often wrapped in such a conflagration. It would be a good thing if
all the rum-drinkers could be marched once a week under the falls of
Niagara.
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