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Newspaper Notes - 1850s (NN-18.5)(1850s) (336 pages)
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“Twas then we washed the golden sand, nor fortune feared to share,
While evergreens and flow rets wild with fragrance filled the air.
From vender mountain erest now bare, there led an ancient trail,
Whieh wound around the hillside fair and compassed all the vale.
"Twas worn and smooth, for Indian feet for ages traveled o’er
That trail unto their lone retreat, laden with winter store
vicked from giant oaks, and nuts from pines long dead, Of acorns :
Re fruitful mountain side their staff of life has fled.
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Few cabins then along the trail the wand’ring miner found,
But each log-cabin was his home, though rough, with plenty crowned.
When evening shades began to fall around the camp-fire’s light,
The merry jest and tale was told, each heart with hope was bright.
The miner searched his carpet sack, and from its treasured store
He drew the loved ones’ letters out and read them o’er and o’er.
Then borne by memory’s magic spell. his thoughts did backward roam,
To where the loved ones, far away, lived in his Eastern home.
Perchance he saw, or dreamed he saw, his little ones the while,
Look up to catcha ray of hope, born from a mother’s smile
As tales of wond’rous wealth were told, found on the golden shore,
The gold that yet might bring relief, and the old bliss restore.
For he in faney saw the time when he should safe return
And banish want and fear and doubt, bright did the home-love burn.
For this was then a glorious school, where all might plainly see
That Nature, when she fashioned man, made equal all and free.
Then Charity, God’s choicest gift, was practiced here by men.
And woman, since the world was formed, was worshipped not as then.
Existed then Nevada’s pride, the Roger Williams spring.
From there a miners’ trail led up to Hamlet Davis’ store.
The only one on Broad street then, but Main street boasted more.
oe where the turbid water runs and slickens reigns as king,
Then Sunday was a holiday, and though no church bells rang,
There was a bull and bear fight here, and Loyell caught the gang.
Where Thomas Ford his law mill runs, there then lived Captain Kidd,
Not he the old song sings and tells how wickedly he did,
But no one doubted even then, he yet would riches find,
He kept a stone for miners’ use, and charged two bits a grind.
He was no pate on the sea, and all must understand
Phat though he after ran a Bak, no pirate on the land.
And Unele Nick, our Nick, was here, (not he who reigns below)
But he who kept the tirst hotel and gave gray shirts a show.
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