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VOL. 2.— NO. 14.
POETRY From the Oourllnnd County (TV. IV. W‘g. MEMORIES. A tide of olden memories Come rushing o’er me now* They sweep across my spirit’s lyre, While sadness veils my brow. I’m thinking of the winsome days— The sunny days of yore. Of golden memories pass, d away, To bo ours nevermore. I’m thinkim? with a thnbbing heart Of the clear olden time, When in old classic halls, dear tones Were heard in silvery chime; But other gleesome tones are there, And other sunnier smiles; And many a bright .and gifted one Each light winged hour beguiles. And they, that band, have met, and tones Of eloquence were heard. And sentiments of truth gushed forth In many a burning word. They met to part—and lingered long O’er one long wild farewell, As in a thrilling tone, the word So sad and mournful fell. And yet the lone and bitter word lias gushed in other ye us, From lips asquiv’ring, and from hearts, Heavy with unwe pt fears. % And many years w ill come and go, SThc word will oft bo said rewell! as every year shall pass Kg those forever fled, • And to that land will come a dream Of those bright halcyon hours, And tnem’rys fair, will cluster round Their hearts like buds and flowers, And oft to them, as now to me, The olden time will come, Like fragrance from a distant flower, Luke a far stream's dreamy hum. Ph i i. a . MISCELLANY. FIRST ANNUAL CELEBRATION OF THE CITIZENS OF PIKE AND POSEY. PiVc county Missouri, and Posey county, Indiana, are known throughout the whole world. Pike is known in Cal ifornia, (brother Menton knows ’em in his “Oaliforiau Pi'gim”) and Posey county, Indiana, is known to the “rest of mankind.” Dr. Kan dull, late collector, and pre sent post master at Monterey—the only Democrat who held office in California, and the oldest whig office holder in Cal ifornia at the present time—is a native of “Posey.” Notwithstanding the numerous repre sentatives of “Pike” and “Posey” in California, it was reserved for Oregon to get up the “first annual celebration of the son? of Piko and Posey, residing on the Pacific roast.’’ The “suckers” and the “TToosi ms” nnited in a bond of brotherhood at Sa lem, the capital of Oregon territory, late ly, and celebrated the landing of the Sons of Pike and Posey in the territory. The following arc the proceedings, as published in the Statesman of— First Annual Celebration of the Sons of Pike and Posey, residing on the Pa cific Coast, Dec. 22, 1853. This ever to be remembered morning was ushered in by the tiring ofsquibbs by *niall bovs in the streets, which was re sponded to by numerous curs in the im mediate neighborhood. u As the first rays of the gilded morn(r) was seen in the eas t—neither Aurora, (vulgarly called the sun,) nor Mr. Hood could be seen, ow j n^ —as is frequently the case in the latitude of Salem, at this time of the year, to something like a mist—which usually gives promise that we shall hear something drop before night. This fre quently casts a damper upon those con cerned. However, about 12 o’clock, m., the crowd commenced fall ng in, under the superintendence of the marshal of the d*y; the right resting on the grocery, »nd the left forming an Irish circle, in the same direction, in the following Order of Procession; Marshal. Aid. ‘Ox Horn Band,’ consisting of four Boys, ‘blowing the drum.’ Committee of Arrangements. President of the “Pike Club.” Assistants. Orator of the day— Squire Dogberry. Native Sons of Pike. "Hut shall the FUSS, The PEOPIO SIGHTS nahtaii: Oimd bj ItHitnce, ltd mbiibtd bj CAIN." COLUMBIA, TUOLUMNE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY n, 1854 * Aids. His Exqpllency. 2 Aids. Gov. Swinebugger. Secretary of Pike Club. Officers of the House.” Ex-Officers of Pike Co. Officers of Oregon Militia and Navy. Rank and file of same. Members of “Third House.” Kditori.il • cor pi of Oregon and such guests as were willing to be Been in such company. Sons of Pike, vatural eyed ' Sous of Posey. ■ 1 Nidij,- Ihilancoof the At one o’clock the prusession com menced moving to the tune of “We’re all a toddling,” by the Ox Horn Band, tfter moving about from one grocery to another, as is the custom of Pike and Posey, the procession finally arrived at Yell Hall, where the following original *ong was sung by its author—Fairly Panting, Esq.: ’ * was a gloomy day, and almost night, M ayworn and nearly lost. An old ox team rolled slowly on, 1 owards the roaring coast. But the whip was in thy hand, 0 Dad! To drive our cattle thar, To smooth the rugged path they trod, Until their feet grewjjure. Hie d orn was first upon the “tongue,” ' When broken on a rock. You cussed the bull that did the wrong, The wildest of our stock. Through sand, sage-brushes, and through pains, In misery not alone, You said God darn the tarnal plains, I wish we were at home. But now we’re here, both youth and age, And turning up the sile, Fed In our weary pilgrimage, That grub depends on tile. Peach us, O Dad, for to believe That wo no more shall cry— Show us, O Pad, that we may live Ou corn broad and “old rye.” The song was'sung iu excellent style, the performer putting in the base through his nasal organ, which was decidedly o riginal. After the song, squire Dogberry one of Pike county’s brightest son’s got off the following ORATION. Fellow-Citizens of Pike and Posey: We have fotched ourselves together on no ordinary occasion. We are con vened to commemorate an epoch in Pike’s eventful history, which may chal lenge the inquiry of comparison for a fu ture, in the influences it has exercised upon the fortunes, and will yet exert or the unrevealed destinies, not only of a whole continent, but of every portion of the earth where hog and hominy is known. Wo have met under to ordinary con catiuation of circumstances, on the still untamed shofes af the Pacific—the Ju piterannum of waters. We have come together to render a tribute of distinct professions of lively and exAatie attach m nt to the early prognosticators of an cestral, bee-hunting, coon catching, and Injin scalping progenitors. Eminently appropriate it i> that w T e should not in actively remember the prolific occurrence of the anniversary of our self sacrificing i tads’ disembarkation at the Dalis from the fust ox-wagon that traversed the mighty carnivorous plains. Never shall I—and I trust that no son of Pike or Posey will ever be so reluc tant to his oxcrutiating ancestors, as to forget the time when the range begin to br cat out —when steam fixins sheered the game from the big bottoms—when the primeval bee, the pertinacious coon, an I the infernal red-skins began to make themselves scarce in our diggins Add to this the poriannual frantic fa naticism with which mighty Missouri came down in all its magistifical gran dure, like a two year old cub from the top of a tall hackbcrry, sweeping awav i our cabins, Larth-stoncs, and bee-gums !of futer generations. Yes, feller-citi i zons, the sturdy cycamore, as it is in j jected with the caving banks, amid the . ambiguous flood, docs not present a I more grandiloquent picter of moral gran der, than is extenuated in a washed off settlement of our ancestors. The trusty rifles and unoring butcher-knives, which had sent the red-skins to that place from whence they don’t come back, and sup plied our fathers with game, ever since they left North Carolina and Hacken sack, now stood appalled. Our ances tors consoled themselves with the reflec tion that— ‘Truth masht to ycarth Will get up again.’ But the’/all of the river did’nt git up the cabins, and restore them to tbar antq quity, so they squatted about on chuncks wasting thar sweetness on the desert air. Not a coon nor deer was left in Pike. The pissims emigrated to the contagus counties, even the warnuck trees, which had afforded coloring matter for onr woolsey, had been uprooted and hurried amid mighty variated conglomerated masses of flood-wood down the father of waters. Asa climax of our misfortunes Kit Bullard’s still-house had shared the incxonerable fate of the settlement and left us entirely spiritless. It was in the middle of this catastro phe, trial and misfortune, that our stur dy ancestors, prompted by a love of life, liberty and something to live on, deter mined to brave the antedeluvian plains and demonistical savage, to find a new home and establish thar patriotic princi ples in the Pike of the mighty Pacific, here their posterity had reason to exclaim with the poet— There is a destiny which shapes our ends rough, Hew them as wc will. [Pass that jug this way.] I shall not attempt feller-crecters, to enter into (he detail of our comiscating the mighty mountains and circumadjacent country which supports the arch of heaven, in :he Rocky Mountains, suffice it to say that our mocasons soon became in a hiirh -fate of deiapidation by the exuherent taking it a foot, that the prickly-pair •'tuck our feet, and in short tried our 'Ouls. After a perilous trip to which the voyage ef Columbus, in the ship In dependence, bears no comparison; we landed safe ou (ho “Rock” at William otte Falls, bursting our way through the Cascades like the principles of civil and religious liberty, in shattered basaltic fragments, and it was only by the kind ness of Providence and a few other gen tlemen, that we succeeded in obtaining a small quantify of boiled wheat. But let us revert to the object to-day of our veneration. [Pass the jug again.] j Ascend with me the gentle eminence 1 that o’erlooks the creek, nestling in the repose of happiness at its feet. Itisl ut • a short time since, situated on the brew! of a hill you might have watched the sol itary bark to its quiutescent base and j there in all bis native grander, seer 81a comb tote the still animate salmon to his odoriferous lodge. ‘‘lie was a lovely beast I gess, To see, The painter in the wilderness, M as not more fierce than he.” es, fuller-citizens, our destiny has driven us out of the crack, to make room tor the Quaker-ham ing and witch burning offspring of the land of wooden nut megs. And while we have become the pioneer founders of a new Pike, the hallowed spot on which we first pitched our tents at the Williamette, has been desecrated by vendors of beech hams, horn gun flints, wooden nutmegs, bass wood cucumber seeds, and cast iron beet seeds, warranted not to rot in the ground. A Joscpheus says in his life of Hen. Scott, “sick transick glorious Monday morning.” [At this part of the oration squire Dogberry complained of being fatigued, and his remarks were continued in rath er an inaudible tone, which our repor ter found difficulty to transfer to paper, os they at intervals escape from an old crockery crate. ] Cue of the audience then sung in the most admirable and impressive manner, seldom equalled—never excelled—the following hymn, by mrs. somebody, we dir,remember her name, a native of Po sey county ; Hush dear Betsey, don’t you cry, I’ll be back again byma-by, After the song the folding doors were thrown open, and what a sight met the eye. Several tables nearly groaned un der the delicacies that would have tempt ed a wooden nutmeg pedlar to have in vcsted in his last “scad.” Conspicuous among the viands were those truly Pike county dishes—“possum pie” and “corn dodgers.’ 1 Two hundred and fifty guests, more or less, comprising a large portion of the masculine, beauty and chivalry of Pike county, sat down to this feast of reason and flow of soul At five o’clock, the president Tugmutton, esq., rose from his seat on an inverted candle box, and welcomed in a few eloquent re marks, the invited guests to the hospital ities of the sons of Pike and Posey. He too ferred in a happy style, to the com pliance of the aforesaid guests, in adopt ing the yallar warnuck colored unmen tionables, the uniform of the sons of Pike. He also referred in magnani mous style, to aonehorse supper, gotten up by a few of tho sons of the land of cod-fish and small potatoes, down thar at Portland, who style themselves pil grims, he didn’t care a darn which, when it is a noted fact —yes str-ee —said the speaker—every fool knows that the most of them ar Quakecs who come to this country by water, while we crossed the plains, and are the only pilgrims. This reasoning was received with shouts ’of applause and of dose, dost! hias , hias dose! when the speaker took a drink and squatted. After music by the band—tune one eyed Riley—the toast master, S. Roots esq., arose and read, with his usual na sal twang, the following REGULAR TOASTS: Ist. President of the Pike and Po sey Association. Music—“ H—l to the Chief.” 2d. The Cornstalk Malitia. Re sponse by capt. Sugggs. 3rd. Flat boatmen of Posey county. Music—“ Dance ye Boatmen Dance.” 4th. The night we celebrate. Re sponse by Dogberry. sth* The Pilgrims of 1843. Re sponse by “Socks.” 6th. The American Republic—the fruit of witchcraft. Met with no re sponse. 7th, The Civil and religious liberty— the ultimate result of hanging Quakers and burning witches. Nary word in response. Bth. The pre^s —an expectorant of American sentiment. Perriwinkle had a ‘response’ prepared for this, but had gone out to spit, and wan’t thar. Mu sic—“ Root-a toote and go down.” 9th. Pike and Posey in our legisla tive councils. Responded to by an “un cle” of one of ’em. 10th. The Chenook navy. Re sponse by a ]>etrl little man, with har on Ids upper lip—descendant of one of the “fust families of Virginia.” 11th. The late governor of Oregon. Responded to by,the hero of Eacarna cion. 12th. Mothers and daughters of Ore gon. It v.vs expected that Toddy Jep would respond to the above, but he was tired and couldn’t. 13th. Orator of the day—Squire Dog berry—without having the fear of the Maine Liquor Law before his eyes, had by this lime become so inebriated by drinking toasts as to be entirely unable to report. Music—“Qo it old Puddin head.” "Wouldn’t ee Licked! —Talking of Forrest reminds u.i of a pretty fair thing in the way of a joke, that occurred at Albany a few years ago: A genius of very peculiar tempera ment, running over with eccentric no tions. and withal rather pugnacious, by the name of Centre, was captain of the “supes,” at the theatre. Forrest ap peared in one of his pieces iu which he enacted the usual amount of his stage heroics—gritting Ids teeth at tyrants, shaking his fist at the mob, and backing down whole squadrons of warriors, and all that. Finally he rushed out, and charged upon the grand army—four’ prentice boys and five spindled-shankcd men —at (he head of which valiant Cen tre stood. “Ah-h-h!” growls Forrest, making a ferocious lunge at the army, all of whom vamoosed except Centre. “Ah-h-h! cow ards, fly!” roars the tragedian—but there was no fly in Centre; he went in, backed down, hacked away, cut and slashed, licketysplit with hi? longsp-'ar, until the hurley tragedian fairly caved in, and re tired amid deafening apiplause for the brave Centre, who remained master of the field, in spite of the cries of the stage manager and prompter to ‘‘Come off! came oflf!” The way that Metamora exclaimed , was some, doubtless. The Late Breach of Promise Case, —Ten members of the jury, inclu ding (he foreman, have come out in a card, in which.’they say that after having spent eleven days in a searching and rigorous investigation of the character of Miss Gates on the charges against her contained in Mr. Buckingham’s answer, and advanced daring the trial of the cause, feel it due to her to certify that they entirely and fully acquit her of each and all of said accusations. This is a gallant and very proper statement.— Republican, the 20th January, at Grass Valley the thermometer stood at 10° below zero, and on the 31st day of tho same month 75° above. A Human Being with Nothing to do —Most miserable, worthy of most profound pity, is such a being. The most insignificant object in nature be comes a source of envy; the birds warble on every sprag in ccstacy of joy ; the tiny flower, hidden from all eyes, sends forth its fragrance of full happiness; the mountain stream dashes along with a sparkle and murmur of pure delight. The object of their creation is accom plished, and their life gushes forth in harmonic work. Oh, plant! oh, stream! —worthy of admiration, of worship, to the wretched idler! Here are powers ye never dreamed of—faculties divine*, eternal; a head to think, but nothing to concentrate the thoughts, a heart to love but no object to bathe with the living tide of affection; a hand to do, but no work to be done; talents unexercised, capacities undeveloped; a human life thrown away—wasted as water poured forth in the desert. Birds and flowers, ye are gods to such a mockery of like! Who can describe the fearful void of such an existence, the yearning for an object, the self-reproach for wasted pow ers, the weariness of daily life, the loath iug of pleasure, of frivovlity, and the fearful consciousness of deadening life— of a spiritual paralysis, which hinders all response to human interests—when en thusiasm ceases to arouse, and noble deeds no longer call forth the tear of joy; when the world becomes a blank, hu manity a fair off sound, and no life is left but the heavy, benumbing weight of personal hopelessness and desolation. Happier far is the toiling drudge who coins body and soul into the few poor shillings that can only keep his family in a long starvation; he has hope unceas ingly to light him, a duty to perform, a spark of love within that cannot die; and wrecthed, weary, unhuman as his life may be, it is of royal worth—it is separated by the immeasurable distance of life and death from the poor, perhaps pampered, wretch, who is cursed for having no work to do. An Editor in Heanen. —lt appears from the following that editors some times go to heaven, while lawyers gen erally go to “ ’tother places.” A south ern editor gives, under this caption, a glowing picture of that new abode : “Are we not also glad that such an editor is in heaven? There no cry of ‘copy’ shall ever fall upon his distracted cars. There he shall never be abused any more by his political antagonists, with lies and detractions which would shame a demon to promulgate. There he shall no more be used as a ladder for the aspiring 10 kick down as they reach the desired height, and need him no more. There he shall be able to see thejimmonse masses of mind he moved,all unknowingly and unknown, as he has during his weary pilgrimage on earth. “There he will find his articles cred ited—not a clap of his thunder stolen— and there shall be no horrid ‘errors’ to set him in a fever.” A City Asi.eep. — A day or two ago, we visited a city, a populous city, whose houses will outlast New York, for they shall endure “till doomsday.” Strange to say, it is not noted on the best maps; stranger to say, though its population is daily increasing, no colony ever issues from its borders. The golden chime of Pacific’s waves have never charmed a single car there; the shout of the Pioneers in the further West, has never lured them hence, to seek new homes. Indeed, the city we speak of stands alone, like a rock-bound isle in the midst of a turbulent ocean— the busy world whirls and roars around, but there it remains unmoved. We visited it in broad day, hut the streets were empty;not a familia face or voice to greet us; not a light step to make music to the ear. It was indeed strange, very strange: there shone the sun, with the mild and beautiful radiance of autumn, and yet no sound of living thing. Marble mansions were on every hand, but none of the solemn tenantry, for it was a solemn city, came forth to meet and welcome us. Names were carved on every portal, but they that owned them—where were they? It was a city of names and not of things; of words and not of works. At length there came a train—there was an arrival. On it came, noiselessly, slowly. Was it all a dream? By man sion after mansion it passed, and stop ped. A tenant for another dwelling; a home for another wanderer; a rest °for another weary. So it seemed to us as we stood there, and so, the shadows thickening over the thought, we hurried awav f.-- n» Green WHOLE NO.« wood cemetery, and once more miugip with the tide of the living.— N. Y. Tri bunt. HOW TO MAKE HENS DO TIIKIII DUTY. We have beard housewives in S>m Joaquin county frequently complain tha’ their hens will not furnish eggs, albti: they fed them on the best market afford* .Ve have picked up the fullering very graphic description of an ingeniona con trivance to remedy the evil.— S. J. Republican. One day, in our youth, while on th-* magnificent farm of Mrs. Nancy Small eye, we watched her struggling with a fractions heubiddy, which she had seized by the legs and was resolutely bearing from the hen-roost. The screams of the foul were awful, and she spread her feathers some, and indulged in sun dry fierce pecks at the underpinnings of Mrs. Sraalleye, evidently dissatisfied with the undignified mode of her con veyance. “What are you going to do with her?’* asked wo. “Going to have a stew for dinner?” “A stew? No, child,” was the an swer. “Fetch mo a tub from the shod, and I’ll show you.” The tub was speedily brought. “Turn it upside down,” said she. We did as bid, wondering what wo* to be done with the biddy. Immediately Mrs, Smalleye clapped the enraged hen under the tub, and with a triumphant voice exclaimed: “There, now! stay there, you pesky crittur! I’ll have it out of you to-day, or you shan’t have a mouthful of wittles.” “Have what out of her?” inquired we, in a pcrfcct_cloud of innocent unso • phisticalicily. “The egg , of course,” said she. “Why, you can’t make a hen lay an egg, can you?” said we. “Poor child!” exclaimed Mrs. Small eye, with uplifted eyes and a compas sionate smile upon our ignorance. “You don’t know how Ido it. You see, dear Willie, hens will get j lazy, like other folks, and shirk their'duty and not lay— as we could afford to feed’em for noth ing. Some folks will put up with it; but I won’t! I know their eggs, and" I can tell, as sure as ever was, who does lay and who don’t. Them that lays, I let have their liberty to go around and and pick and scratch, and court tha roosters, and tantalize each other, and do just about what they please. But them that don’t, I allers puts under tho tub. The handles, you see, dear, leave just crack enough for ’em to the other hens a enjoying of themselves— and it's aggravating enough, I know.— Sometimes they’re mighty stubborn, and won’t give in; but eventooally they coma to their milk, as the saying is, and lay an egg; and then I let ’em out.%Thii hen is the contraricst hen I ever seen. I don’t much expect to get an egg out of her before four o’clock; but it's got to come out! Yes, indeed!” Luckily for the hen, it did “como out,” in the course of an hour, and sho was liberated, and went off crackling proudly, evidently cheered by the pleas ing consciousness of having done her duty. Accident to the Steamship San Francisco. —A copy of the New Or leans Picayune o( January 7lh, received by the Sau Francisco Herald , has a tele graphic dispatch from New Aork, dated January 6th, stating that the steamship San Francisco, which sailed from New York on the 24th of December, with 800 passengers for California, Lad been seen at sea on the 26th of December, in a disabled condition, and that the Govern ment would dispatch a steamer to her relief. A “Very Curious Table.” —The Spiritual Telegraph gravely tells the fol lowing Spiritual chopper. “We have the following from an au- source, but are not authorised to mention names. A table was set for an oyster supper with lamps, dishes, and all the necessary paraphernalia upon it, and the company was assembled in the room, and about to be seated at the repast. Among the rest there were two or three mediums for Spiritual Manifestations. While no one was within three or four feet of the table, the latter commenced slowly tilting, and bowed until its edge touched the floor, when it slowly turned back again to its right position without spilling a particle of fluid or deranging a lamp or dish, or altering the position c anything upon it! Wonderful! but w know of several similar cases that ha /\r - - -• J ’’