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Page: of 627
360 JULY 26 & 27, 1865 NEVADA GAZETTE
DISTRICT COURT.—This Court was in session for a short time yesterday morning. A few orders of
little interest were made, and the Court adjourned till Monday next.
TOPSY TURVY.—This lady recently visited Grass Valley and Nevada, and in the San Francisco
Mercury of Sunday last she relates her “experiences” while ruralizing. She devotes some space to a
gentleman connected with this office, which our neighbor of the Grass Valley National copies for the
benefit of the “modest” young man. We can [now] reciprocate the compliment, and copy her laudatory
remarks of the editor of the National. She says:
I had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of John R. Ridge, the poet of California—the
poet of nature. His great soul is so filled with melody and music, that it seems like the spirit of
the mortals, dwelling in grand old forests of oak and pines, lulled by the roar of cataracts and
dash of waves, fed on the essence of the wind and flowers, and most alone when in a crowd.
If you don’t know exactly what that means, it is a short way of saying that he is a poet and a
gentleman.
That is what might be called rayther “heavy” on Ridge. Au-Topsy, you “shouldn’t orter.” Ridge
don’t look much like a man “fed on the essence of the wind and flowers” and things, if we are any judge.
One would think the “essence” he “feeds” on is something more substantial. Send a “sample,” J. R.
THURSDAY, JULY 27, 1865
COLFAX.—This is the name of the new town on the Pacific Railroad, half a mile above
Illinoistown. The surveys and plot of the town having been completed, lots will be offered for sale on
Saturday next. See advertisement.
EDITOR GAZETTE: In reading your spirited paper I see that you charge Mr. Aaron A. Sargent
with being the prince of bolters from regular nominations. Will you please give even one
instance where Mr. Sargent has ever bolted from a regular nomination made by any party in
Convention? LONG-HAIR.
We will accommodate you in a few days.
LONG-HAIR SENTIMENTS.—A political discussion occurred Tuesday evening near the post
office, between Mr. Loring—Long-hair—and other parties, whose names we did not learn. The allabsorbing topic in this campaign—negro suffrage—came up. Loring became excited as the discussion
waxed warm; and in the course of his remarks he asserted that “a nigger was better than a Copperhead.”
The crowd increased as the discussion grew boisterous and several foreigners were present, including a
few Irishmen. One of them slipped in a few words, when Loring made the following reply: “A nigger is
better than a foreigner, particularly an Irish foreigner.” These were his exact words as repeated to us by
several gentlemen present.
John A. Smith, as true a son of the Emerald Isle as ever plucked a shamrock, was standing by. It
was more than his Irish heart could bear, and he resented the insult by calling Loring a d—d liar. Loring
threw some beefsteak, which he had in his hand, in Smith’s face, and squared himself for a fight. Loring
sent in his left, which Smith warded off, and planted his right over Loring’s eye. Loring then let fly his
right, which Smith stopped with his left, and shot out his right on Loring’s opening for beefsteak, which
staggered Loring, and judging from his bewildered look he had concluded that Smith wasn’t his meat.
The officers then interfered and separated the belligerents.
The remark was a gross insult; and the foreigner, particularly the Irishman, who would not resent
it, deserves to be branded as a coward and kicked out of town by his countrymen. It was only another