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Historical Clippings Book (HC-11) (314 pages)
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Since writing the little history of this little town we havo
vecoived a letter from an old resident of Sweetland, who wag
also born there, She had made a trip to and through the tow
in 1929, had a conversation with aresident thero and on
arriving home had written the following lines:
Sweetland
The name of this place? Why its Sweetland
Les you're off the beaten track
You took the wroaig turn at the top of the hill
You'll have to turn here and drive back
If you want to follow the highway,
‘That takes you on up tho ridge
Why sure, I'll tell you about the place
And think its a privilege.
This road to the left goes to Birchvilles
And Then to French Corral;
and this oe ahead is the stageroad,
Been abandoned for quite a spell.
You ask me Pard why I want to stay
In this God-forsgaken placa
Where all the buildings down
And I hardly see a face.
From Monday morning to Sunday night
And then oly just for awliile,
Well, I911 tell you Pard its a long tale
And no doubt you'll want to smile,
When you hear the reasms plain and true,
Why the old place holds me tight,
Altho! I'm oid and all alone
From early morning, 6111 night.
Why I can remember when this town
Was teeming with life and man
When the mines were working at full blast
And These roads were full of men,
Waen you could hear fran davm till dusk
Those heavy deafening roars
As they took the gold from these here mines
With hydraulic monitors ;
And after five when the whistles blew,
You could gee alm@meg the trails
The men as they wended their way back home,
“ith their boots and thoir dinner pails,.