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
The Californians at last retreated, and Gen. Kearny encamped on the
disputed field. But what a night it must have been! The camp-fire threw
its pale light on the countenances of nineteen, who sprung to their
saddles at the break of day, but who were now locked in the still
embrace of death. The burial rites performed, and another sun in the
heavens, the general was again on his way. But another hill bristling
with lances obstructs his march; it is stormed, carried, and here again
the weary and the wounded require repose. Through the energies of Lieut.
Beale, who seems ever to be where the hardiest enterprise demands, a
message is conveyed through the beleaguering lines of the enemy to the
camp of Com. Stockton, and a detachment of seamen and marines, under
Lieut. Gray, of the Congress, is sent out. This fresh force obliged the
Californians to relinquish their purpose of another engagement. Had they
not arrived, it was the intention of Gen. Kearny to cut his way to San
Diego, be the odds against him what they might. His gallant guard had
shown the reliance which might be reposed in them, by the desperate
valor which they had already evinced. The conduct of Capt. Turner, of
Lieut. Emory, and Capt. Gillespie might give a feature to any field
where life is perilled and laurels won; while the muse of history would
inscribe her glowing eulogy on the tombs of a Johnson, a Moore, and a
Hammond. They sleep in the soil of California, where the undying year
“Garlands with fragrant flowers their place of rest.”
SATURDAY, JAN. 16. The depredations complained of by those who took up
arms in the neighborhood of San Francisco, were committed by some of the
volunteers, previous to their joining Col. Fremont on his present
campaign. They are a class of persons who have drifted over the
mountains into this country from the borders of some of our western
states. It is a prime feature in their policy to keep in advance of law
and order, and to migrate as often as these trench on their
irresponsible privileges. Their connection with our military operations
here is a calamity that can only find a relief in the exigencies of war.
Were their lawless proceedings directed against those who are active
participators in this revolution, the evils which they inflict would
have some palliation. But the principal sufferers are men who have
remained quietly on their farms, and whom we are bound in honor, as well
as sound policy, to protect. To permit such men to be plundered under
the filched authority of our flag is a national reproach. No temporary
triumph can redeem the injuries inflicted, or obliterate their stain.
But the rash acts committed by one portion of the Californians, and the
wrongs endured by another, are fast drawing to a close.
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