A Hundred Years of Rip and Roarin Rough and Ready By Andy Rogers (1952)(Hathitrust) (117 pages)

up and down the Sierras, and along the North and middle, and South Yuba Ribers, MUST, by legal means, if possible, but by ANY means if necessary, be compelled to obey our laws. Here and now, I promise them swift and terrible justice at the hands of’ an outraged citizenry, unless they mend their ways, or depart from our midst, and pronto. Before me, listening to my voice, I see many of the great men, the strong men, who travelled endless miles with me to build these Western communities of peace, and their faces are hard and grim, and weather grained. Seeing these men, real Americans, before me, and knowing them as I do, gives me still greater courage to say that we SHALL protect the innocent from wrong and injustice; we shall protect the weak from oppression, and we shall hold fast to the honor and respect of this nation, and this flag, and this state. Americans must help and protect the poor and needy among us, or all our boasted philosophy, and the tragedy and patho of human struggle, are in vain. We, who love our state, are the marrow and the bone, and the heart of it. We must devote ourselves to liberty under the law, end even at the cost of our own lives, to maintain forever an orderly and a constructive government for the benefit of great will and small. We shall, in these times, it may be in wilder times to coms, keep aloft the radiant torch of Christian faith and American liberty, rejoicing in the presence of Him who gave us His help to the poor outcast who knew not where to lay his hand. God grant us the courage and wisdom to follow through to the limit, the laws which are expressed of the American ideal of freedom and justice, and right. May we, who serve the public well, partake always of the guidance that makes us wise interpreters. God of our fathers, author of liberty, we are grateful this day for the wise and brave men who brought to the cradle of our infant nation, the gifts of unselfish devotion. We pray thee now for liberty ~ through the centuries for all, and that our glorious flag may ‘be emblemetic of all that is good and great, in a tomorrow of free men. 0. P. Stidger *Complilerts Note:" The above should sink into the souls of officials. Those days they had savages now we have too many Communistic ways Deep Freezes, Fur Coats, Rackets, and high handed corruption in high places. _ APPARENTLY VERSIONS OF WRITINGS It was admitted that civilization processes of Rough and Ready are not marked by any of the ameliorating conditions of other improved camps. after the discovery of the famous "Eureka" lead, there was the usual influx of gamblers and saloon keepers, but that was accepted as a matter of course. But it was. thought that after a church was built and a new school erected, there was a year or two of kind of mutation is said to struggle with adult civilized wickedness. Then the name it held disappeared by an act of legislature. The growing town was named “"Atherly," after the owner of the Zureka mine. Peter Atherly, who had given the largeness to the town in its water works and a gin Google 56 mill, as the new Atherly Hotel and its gilded bar-rooms were now called. _— Atherly's father was bucolic emigrant from iiissouri, and his mother had done washing for the camp on her first arrival. The Atherly's had suffered on their overland journey from drought and famine, with the addition of being captured by Indians who held them captive for ten months. Mr. Atherly, Sr. never recovered from the effects of his captivity, and died shortly afterward. Mrs. Atherly had given birth to twins. Peter and Jenny Atherly. There was a scant knowledge for Peter, in the glorification of his name through his immediate progenitors. It was believed, beyond a doubt, that Peter's great grandfather was an Englishman, who brought over to his majesty'’s Virginian possessions, his only son, than a Yeo His widowed mother had been for the last two years, an inmate of a private asylum for inebriated, through certain habits contracted while washing clothes for the Camp, in the first year of. her widowhood. Peter Atherly was known to be rich. “while Peter's mother was dying, delirious and raving, she talked of Peter with bitter resentment, for Peter's attitude towards her. Peter winced, but insisted to hear more of his father's land and possessions of his great grandfather. ‘That's what you're coming to the old wash-woman for, is it? Well, give it up,” she repeated, “ask another,” then she scorned her husband for skulking her away and fooling her. Sally MaGregor, whose father had niggers of his own. Peter tried to induce the doctor to bring her too. The doctor said, "It's not my intention to pring her back to pain, for the purpose of general conversation." Miss Sally MaGregor was the daughter of . Colonel Bob MaGregor, and was in well-to-do circles. Peter, at great expense, procured thirty carriages from Sacramento, a wonderful casket of iron and silver from San Francisco, with the addition of a royal crown to ornementize the casket. Citizens resented her different motives, drinking habits and powerful vocabulary, and felt at peing tricked at the funeral, and her being a wash-woman. Peter's sister quit the Convent. Peter went to Europe in quest of his other relative, Sir Edward. Finding out that Peter's search, and of him being rich and not claiming kinship, with Sir Edward's attention to his mortgage on Atherly Farn, agreed to a meeting. ne Seeter received word to come home, to accept nomination to Congress; he returned and was elected. At the White House, in the East roon, shaking hands with Congressmen, doors open, crowd fell back, five Indian Chiefs stalked majestically into the center of the room, coming to show respect to the great white father, the President, in costumes of glamour, Gray Eagle picked. Peter out, saying "How" -"How", said the other four Chiefs. At Peter's *UGH," Gray Magle said "UGH,* and the other Chiefs said the same. The interpreter said to Peter, “He knew your father; he was a great Chief, with many horses and many squaws. He is dead.” “ly father was an Znglishman," said Peter, with an odd nervousness creeping over

up and down the Sierras, and along the North and middle, and South Yuba Ribers, MUST, by legal means, if possible, but by ANY means if necessary, be compelled to obey our laws. Here and now, I promise them swift and terrible justice at the hands of’ an outraged citizenry, unless they mend their ways, or depart from our midst, and pronto. Before me, listening to my voice, I see many of the great men, the strong men, who travelled endless miles with me to build these Western communities of peace, and their faces are hard and grim, and weather grained. Seeing these men, real Americans, before me, and knowing them as I do, gives me still greater courage to say that we SHALL protect the innocent from wrong and injustice; we shall protect the weak from oppression, and we shall hold fast to the honor and respect of this nation, and this flag, and this state. Americans must help and protect the poor and needy among us, or all our boasted philosophy, and the tragedy and patho of human struggle, are in vain. We, who love our state, are the marrow and the bone, and the heart of it. We must devote ourselves to liberty under the law, end even at the cost of our own lives, to maintain forever an orderly and a constructive government for the benefit of great will and small. We shall, in these times, it may be in wilder times to coms, keep aloft the radiant torch of Christian faith and American liberty, rejoicing in the presence of Him who gave us His help to the poor outcast who knew not where to lay his hand. God grant us the courage and wisdom to follow through to the limit, the laws which are expressed of the American ideal of freedom and justice, and right. May we, who serve the public well, partake always of the guidance that makes us wise interpreters. God of our fathers, author of liberty, we are grateful this day for the wise and brave men who brought to the cradle of our infant nation, the gifts of unselfish devotion. We pray thee now for liberty ~ through the centuries for all, and that our glorious flag may ‘be emblemetic of all that is good and great, in a tomorrow of free men. 0. P. Stidger *Complilerts Note:" The above should sink into the souls of officials. Those days they had savages now we have too many Communistic ways Deep Freezes, Fur Coats, Rackets, and high handed corruption in high places. _ APPARENTLY VERSIONS OF WRITINGS It was admitted that civilization processes of Rough and Ready are not marked by any of the ameliorating conditions of other improved camps. after the discovery of the famous "Eureka" lead, there was the usual influx of gamblers and saloon keepers, but that was accepted as a matter of course. But it was. thought that after a church was built and a new school erected, there was a year or two of kind of mutation is said to struggle with adult civilized wickedness. Then the name it held disappeared by an act of legislature. The growing town was named “"Atherly," after the owner of the Zureka mine. Peter Atherly, who had given the largeness to the town in its water works and a gin Google 56 mill, as the new Atherly Hotel and its

gilded bar-rooms were now called. _— Atherly's father was bucolic emigrant from iiissouri, and his mother had done washing for the camp on her first arrival. The Atherly's had suffered on their overland journey from drought and famine, with the addition of being captured by Indians who held them captive for ten months. Mr. Atherly, Sr. never recovered from the effects of his captivity, and died shortly afterward. Mrs. Atherly had given birth to twins. Peter and Jenny Atherly. There was a scant knowledge for Peter, in the glorification of his name through his immediate progenitors. It was believed, beyond a doubt, that Peter's great grandfather was an Englishman, who brought over to his majesty'’s Virginian possessions, his only son, than a Yeo His widowed mother had been for the last two years, an inmate of a private asylum for inebriated, through certain habits contracted while washing clothes for the Camp, in the first year of. her widowhood. Peter Atherly was known to be rich. “while Peter's mother was dying, delirious and raving, she talked of Peter with bitter resentment, for Peter's attitude towards her. Peter winced, but insisted to hear more of his father's land and possessions of his great grandfather. ‘That's what you're coming to the old wash-woman for, is it? Well, give it up,” she repeated, “ask another,” then she scorned her husband for skulking her away and fooling her. Sally MaGregor, whose father had niggers of his own. Peter tried to induce the doctor to bring her too. The doctor said, "It's not my intention to pring her back to pain, for the purpose of general conversation." Miss Sally MaGregor was the daughter of . Colonel Bob MaGregor, and was in well-to-do circles. Peter, at great expense, procured thirty carriages from Sacramento, a wonderful casket of iron and silver from San Francisco, with the addition of a royal crown to ornementize the casket. Citizens resented her different motives, drinking habits and powerful vocabulary, and felt at peing tricked at the funeral, and her being a wash-woman. Peter's sister quit the Convent. Peter went to Europe in quest of his other relative, Sir Edward. Finding out that Peter's search, and of him being rich and not claiming kinship, with Sir Edward's attention to his mortgage on Atherly Farn, agreed to a meeting. ne Seeter received word to come home, to accept nomination to Congress; he returned and was elected. At the White House, in the East roon, shaking hands with Congressmen, doors open, crowd fell back, five Indian Chiefs stalked majestically into the center of the room, coming to show respect to the great white father, the President, in costumes of glamour, Gray Eagle picked. Peter out, saying "How" -"How", said the other four Chiefs. At Peter's *UGH," Gray Magle said "UGH,* and the other Chiefs said the same. The interpreter said to Peter, “He knew your father; he was a great Chief, with many horses and many squaws. He is dead.” “ly father was an Znglishman," said Peter, with an odd nervousness creeping over