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

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Two miners working in the Old Iron Clad fine at Rough and Ready, got.in a scrape over a girl, Englishman and a Cousin Jack. One day one was coming down the stairs in the Hotel, the other going up. One pulled out a dagger and stabbed the other. The dagger was thrown in a well, which saved the dagger holder's life, as no evidence of a weapon could be found, so just a few years sentence was handed out. Fifteen years after, the well was being cleaned out and the dagger was found. ; McCharles of Randolph Flat had to haul some material off a place, adjoining the ‘fropie Ranch and was cotipelled to drive across Tropie's. McCharles got permission to cross, and in doing so he loaded up on each trip back with Tropie's wood. Mrs. Tropie approached McCharles and accused him of stealing. McCharles, in a heated argument, struck Mrs. Tropie. Some time after Mr. Propie heard of the instance from others, and he laid for McCharles, and shot his thumb off, and then beat hin, leaving him for dead. Court refused to take action. W. Britt or Woods would get liquored up or stewed one cold raining and snowing night. He crawled under the watertrough in front of the old Rough and Ready Hotel. Rain water overfilled the trough, and water dripped over the sides, and icicles formed. Soon iced in under the watering trough, and had to be chopped out as he was frozen in. The Gough Mine, east of Rough and Ready, Grant, Early and Reese, took out $12,000.00 in buneoh gold. TROPIES GOAT: Jim McManus’ cabin with a fence around, with two low windows. He had an old muzzle loader, which he made into a shotgun. Tropie's goat was trained to fight, and once got tangled up with McManus’ sow, with a litter of pigs. McManus shot at the goat, missed, and shot a pig. The pig ran through the gate into the house, through the window. Tropie saved his goat until later the goat got into a Chinaman's store, knocking over jars of ginger, and the Chinaman killed the goat. On one occassion, this goat ran a man up a tree, and kept him up the tree for three hours. McManus’ uncle and Tropie came in 1854, via the Isthmus. We reldted a divorce in Rough and Ready on the receding...so let's have THE WEDDING AT ROUGH AND READY The rainy season was on once more, The rein all day was steady. When Christmas eve was ushered in Up there in Rough and Ready. The miners had been gathering in, From near anda far away; They were coming in to celebrate For the morrow was Christmas day. And another loadstone beckoned them4n event of great renownA much loved couple were to wed, That same night in the town. Of course, they all had invitations. And no man could say no, For Jean was sweetheart to them all 4nd all the camp loved Joe.
Google 35 THE WEDDING AT ROUGH AND READY (Cont'd) The camp was motley in those days, With men from every state; They had heard of big Jim Marshall And his strike of '48, 4nd so they rushed all westward bound, A hunting fame and wealth, Determined for to win or dieAnd each man for himself. That class of men made up the camp, The worst were there that night; But yet the best were in the lead, And no man dared to fight. For in all the invitations That Jean had wisely writ, She exacted solemn promises That fight and drink be quit. Be quit at least until such time, As she and Joe were wed; And every man agreed forthwith His evil deeds to shed. They took a solemn vow that day, To evil habits shun, Until their Jean was stoutly tied To Joe, the blacksmith's son. Saloons were crowded all day long, And well into the night; But not a drunken man was seen, And not a single fight. The nuptial rites were set for eight, The ball and feast thereafter; And every candle to be found, Was hung on wall and rafter. The Walling hall was a barnlike place But the best in the town that day, But when the boys had finished the job The hail with holly loomed gay. No parson yet had come to town As early as '53,. And so they sent for preacher Jones, Way up near Cherokee. At 8 o'clock the candles beamed, The hotel bell was rung; And soon the hall was crowded With the miners, old and young. John Saunders played a wedding march Upon his violin, . And in wedding party came Amidst an awful din. For everyone was gay that night, All proud of Jean and Joe, And loud they cheered that bridal pair Beneath the mistletoe, When the noisy cheer was silenced And the parson had begun To perform his solemn duty And convert the two to one. He bethought to read the license Now required in the State; But the license they'd forgotten, So the wedding had to wait.