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Newspaper Notes - 1850s (NN-18.5)(1850s) (336 pages)
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There were few dudes around his place, for such Nick did not seek,
Dollars was what 2r sought; just twenty-one a week.
He waited on the gray-shirt guests, a man of wondrous parts,
The grace with which he slung the hash would break esthetic hearts,
A dollar ‘twas for lodging then, the bunks were in three tiers,
[was rather hard for those that drink, inebriates, but not cheers.
For once as I for lodging asked he placed me on the top, .
When down through two below I came and on the floor did stop.
Then rose a dreadful row below, and one, a cockney swell,
Cussed all the blasted land and said, ‘‘The ’ouse may go to ’ell!’’
-\cross the creek where Eilerman dispenses lager beer,]
A restaurant was kept by one old-timers all revere.
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A christian man, against whose fame slander could cause no blush,
He did no deeds to soil his name, ’twas Samuel W-Grush,
One of the earliest pioneers first in this county seen, .
One of the Drummond’s crew that named Boston’s old famed ravine.
And Preacher Cummings too was one, and Uncle Henry Soule,
They all are gone—1 think all dead—’tis thuS the cycles Toll.
And Uncle Te, ke Williamson, to auctions did incline,
And when the Sundays happened fair then mules were in his line.
And ize! But Blaize came after that, helped me to whisky kill,
No doubt we done our level best but couldn’t fill the bill.
And Churchman too, and Francis Dunn were giants in their line,
Why, how they come at memory’s call! tis time I, too, resign. .
There are a few still floating ’round, but fewer still I fear,
Who, when they’re dead and lost to sight, will be to memory dear.
And that is why they strive to stay and show an iron will,
They’re not the blossoms of a day—How’s that, friend Harry Hill?
Tis said ‘why trouble they the earth? They have not long to last,”’
Perchance they have no future, but grand memories of the past.
For equity took place of law in the first on time
As thunder follows lightning flash, so punishment did crime.
There was no class, there was no caste, there was no great, no small,
Each knew the individual good must be the good of all.
No sharpers followed in the track of sturdy sons of toil,
Amid the grand old mountains here, far from the world’s turmoil
No spies on miners then were found, whose conscien
Na xian eS : ates ce tyrants own
Each miner then was regal king and reigned upon his throne. ‘
No middlemen came here to take of labor's fruit J ash
No banks could steal the golden hoard and drive him to despair.