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WILSI-N HILL BUCKYER & HILL, Having associated themselves together in the practice of the Law. will attend promptly to all business confided to their care in Nevada and adjoining counties. Office —In Kelsey's Brick Building, Commercial street, Nevada. April 8, 1858. 213 m 7. ». M'CONNELL, A.C.S'ILES. McCOYYELL & UTILES, Attorneys and Counsellors at Law-, Will practice in all the Courts of the 14th Judicial Dis trict, and in the Supreme Court. ■Office — Kidd's Brick Building, up Stairs. 21 3m B. S. OLDS, M. D., PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON—OFFICE, st Moore’s Hotel, Moore’s Flat. 4tf BUSINESS CARDS. ATTEYTIOY, EVERYBODY« BARNEY LEVISON Has just received from below a choice stock of Cigars and Tobacco? "Which he is prepared to dispose of at wholesale or retail at very low rates. Pipes, Tobacco and Sun IT Boxes, And FANCY GOODS in an endless variety. Confectionery, Fruits &c. Received weekly, and sold cheap for the oro. CHEAP PUBLICATIONS, Bcantifnl Prihts, Plaving Cards. Stationery, Ac., Ac. CUTLERY. The keenest kind konstantly kept on sale for kash. Store on Main street, next to Post Office my2l J. W. SULLIVAN’S great pacific emporium , General Agency of Periodical Literature , AND SOLK AGENT FOR “THE CALIFORNIA TRUE DELTA” California Boston Journal, Missouri Republican, Cin cinnati i Com '•rriaL. X. T. Courier da Etats Unit, New lor!,- Herald, Tribune and Times. Ac., Ac., Ac. •WASHINGTON ST BET, THE POST OFFICE, San Fr anciseo. JEWELLERS. JEWELRY. MR. VANDERLOOT, HAVING assumed the proprietorship of the estab lishment of Mr. Schwartz, respectfully informs tthe public and his old friemls that he is prepared to Manufacture Jewelry, •of all descriptions in the neatest and best possible man gier, at short notice. Mr. V. has long had the reputation of being a cora perentand faithful Watchmaker, and will give good satisfaction in all kinds of Watch and Clock Repairing, and warrants all his work. 4S*-Give hiroa trial.'sA ££»Main streat, opposite C. Schardin’s. 29tf CHARLES W. YOUNG. MANUFACTURER OT California J ewelry ; iX WATCHMAKER, And Dealer in . Ine Watches, Jewelry, Diamond- Work, Ac. Junction of Main and Commercial streets, NEVADA. Nevada, April Bth, ISSS. 213 m THE HYDRAULIC PRESS. SALOONS & LIQUOR STORES. BILLIARDS, 25 CTS. A GAME ! San Juan Exchange C. SCHARDIN &. CO., HAVING purchased the interest of John Woods in the above San Juan Exchange.and made large additions and improvements, the Saloon now compares favorably with any in the Mountains. Three Billiard Tables, In first-rate order—two of them new Marble Beds and equal to any in the State. The wood bed is the fa vorite of the place. It is the intention of the proprietor to use every exer tion to make the Exchange the favorite resort of all seekers of healthy pleasurable exercise. THE BAR will be furnished with the very best WISES AND LIQUORS To bo had in the San Francisco Market, and no pains will be spared to make everything pleasant and attrac tive. 10 Largest Stock in the Mountains. Pioneer Liquor Store. WHOLES ALE and RETAIL. OPP ‘SITE FRANK SMITH’S TIN SHOP, MAIN STREET. THE snbscriber having refitted mid refurnished the above store, is now prepared with a large and complete stock of Wines, Liquors, Ale and Porter of the best quality, and at as Low Prices, Wholesale or Retail, as they can he bought below, both in Quantity and Quality. All orders promptly attended to, and Stair- Goods de livered free of charge. CALIFORNIA WINE, OREGON CIDER , and a variety of choice beverages, always on hand and for sale by the case, bottle or glass. The Pioneer Liquor Store is one of the oldest estab lishments of the kind .in this vicinity, and the proprie tor expects by close attention to business, to create for it an increased popularity. D. KRAFT. North San Juau, April 2d, ISSB. 20mytf J Fine Old liran flics C. E. HELFRICH, Soda Water Manufacturer, a DEALER IN FINE BRANDIES, Wiucs, Ale, Porter Ac. Brandies, of the following brands : Old Sazorac, Otard, Jules, Robin A Co., United Tine yards, Martctle, Champaigne, Otard, &c., &c. Philadelphia and Holland Gin, Old Tom, Santa Cmz and Jamaica Rum, Monongahclu, Bourbon, Irish and Scotch Whiskey: Ueidsick, Schreider and Morizette Champaigne; Port, Sherry, Ginger, Hock, Sauterne Claret Wines. Assorted Case Liquors, and SYRUPS. His extensive stock is now complete in every depart ment, and will be offered at the most Reasonable Prices. San Juan North, Nov. 17, 1857. [ism] C. SCHARDIN & CO., Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Wines, Liquors, Cigars and Tobacco. Also— a general assortment of FRESH AND DRIED FRUITS, And Confectionery. s<bib oa a abu This cool and delicions beverage is kept on hand du ring the summer months. SOUTH SIDE OF MA N STREET. Forth San Juan, For. 17, 1857. [1 tf ] n o o u s: BOOKS FOR THE MILLION. J. E. HAMLIN, 53 Broad street, corner Flue, NEVADA. Has just received the largest and boot as , sorted stock of Booles and Stationery', Musical Instruments, - CUTLERY. GOLD PENS, FANCY GOODS, TOYS &c„ ever brought to the city of Nevada, which will be sold at Wholesale and Retail Cheaper than the Cheapest! My stock consists in part of a good assortment of Law Medical, Historical, Poetical, Miscellaneous, Masonic Works, Catholic Piety, and School Books of every vari ety. Any quantity cf A circulating Library of 1,000 volumes, new, and in good order, and I am constantly receiving the latest and most desirable works published, direct from New York and Philadelphia. Magazines, Periodicals, News papers, Ac from all parts ■ «f the Globe. Steamer papers and California Weeklies, neatly put up for mailing—Postage Free. It is useless for met* try to enumerate the endless variety of everything. And I will say I have as good an assortment as can be found this side of San Francis rristmas Presents, Valentines, Ac., for the Holidays. New and improved Diaries, and Daily Journals, for 58. A variety of sizes for the pocket and Counting wn. CHEAP PUBLICATIONS. Persons wishing anything in my line of business will save money by calling on me before purchasing else where. Oar Motto Is We Strive to Please. 21 3m J- E. HAMLIN. Thomas’ New Bridge at Linda TEAMSTERS mitt others, traveling to and from Marysville, will consult their own interest by bearing in mind that the Bridge at Linda, crossing the Yuba, is the most eligible route. The Bridge is one of the best in the State, and the roads lead::., to it in ex cellent condition. It is the nearest route to Marysville from all portions of Nevada, Yuba, Sierra and adjoining counties. D. W. THOMAS. Linda, may 27,1858. 28 tf GALVANIZED IRON HOSE. THE subscriber is now prepared to manufacture Galvanized Iron Hose, for miners" use, of superior quality and manufacture, at the lowest rates. He has a quantity ef Iren and Bands on liand, and can fill or ders at short notice. Call, or send orders to the Tin A Hardware store. Main street. F. SMITH. North San Juan, March 5, ’5B. 16tf To Miners. WE are prepared furnish any articles not usual ly kept in the stares in this place at TWO DAYS NOTICE; such as Anvils. Blocks, Ropes, Pulleys, Hose, and every article wanted. PECK A COLLY NORTH SAN JUAN, NEVADA CO., CAL., SATURDAY, SEPT. 25, 1858. Poetry. From the Atlantic Monthly. Fifty and Fifteen. With gradual gleam the day was dawning, Some lingering stars were seen. When swung the garden-gate behind us, — He fifty, 1 fifteen. The high-topped chaise, and old gray pony Stood waiting in the lane: Idly my father swayed the whip-lash, Lightly he hold the rein. Tlie stars wont softly back to heaven, The night-fogs rolled away, And rims of gold and crowns of crimson Along the hill-tops lay. That morn, the fields, they surely never So fair an aspect wore; And never from the purple clover Such perfume rose before. O’er kills and ! w romantic valleys And flow i v by-roads through, I sang mj -nope •! - mgs, familiar, Th.it be might Ing them too. Our souls lay open to all pleasure,— No shailows e ime between ; Two children, busy with their leisure, — lie fifty, I fifteen. ******* As on my conch in langour, lonely, 1 weave beguiling rhyme, Comes hack with sweetly strange remembrance, That tax removed time. The slow-paced years bare brought sad changes, That morn and this between; And now. on earth, my years are fifty, And his, in heaven, fifteen. [ original . ] LOG CABIN INKLINGS. No. VI. One of the pleasures peculiar to the miner’s life is found within the ruddy circle of his camp-fire at night. When the gold-seeker dwelt more in tents or temporary coverts of brush, and less in cabins or the more preten ding edifices such as he now inhabits, the fire by which his evening meal : was prepared was always built in the : open air; and after his rude supper was discussed, this fire was his pleas- | ant companion until the welcome arms of sleep drew him to his blankets. Where several parties were camped in close proximity to one another, he who had the biggest firo was not al lowed to enjoj it alone, but was fa-; vored for the evening by a group of visitors who came without cards of invitation, and settled around the cheerful blaze in various attitudes up on the ground; smoking their pipes, | relating their experiences, indulging in reminiscenses of home or visions of the future, singing songs, laughing at one another’s jokes and telling sto ries. These groups around the camp fire often consisted of men from diffe rent parts of the world, of various degrees of mental culture and posses- 1 sing characters of the utmost diversi ty, yet all levelled to an equality for the time by identity of occupation and feeling. Any assumption of superi- j ority on the part of an individual would be immediately resented by tho j most aggravating ridicule or by con* , temptuous silence. Many a conceited young fellow has been schooled by in tercourse of this character into a more proper estimate of himself and greater respect for others. The hum blest exterior and the most unpreten ding demeanor have often proved to have lurking beneath them fine talents and splendid reputations ; sc that it has sometimes occurred that our sec ond meeting with a member of such a group as hero described has taken place when ho was in a position to make us blush for our original esti mate of his worth. I have always derived much profit, as well as am usement, from these fire-parties.— Some of the stories told at them are representative of the miners life, and one of that class would do as well as hundreds to Californians, whilst oth ers relate to the various careers pur sued by the narrators before they were seized by the gold mania. A couple I will relate at this time, as types of two kinds of men—the rude, hearty frontier hunter, and the cultivated citizen, both on a level at the camp-fire, relating each his tale to laughing, wondering and sympa thizing auditors. The first of these was told by a bronzed son of Ken tucky—a man upwards of six feet in stature, firmly, evenly built through* out, clad in fringed buckskin frock and trowsers, his brow rather wide than high, his hair curly, and his bearded face lit up by the steady yet cheerful blaze of the bluest eyes. lie had fought under Scott in Mexico, and came from that country to Cali fornia, in whose mountains he had passed for several years an adventu rous life as hunter, gold digger and Indian fighter. We were all talking about grizzly boars one night, when “Kentuck,” os he was called, velun teered the following characteristic account of how one of the brutes treed him on a certain occasion. He was out alone hunting deer,and was about returning unsuccessful when he espied a young bear cub.— After debating within his mind whe* ther he should shoot it or not, he con cluded to fire. He knew from expe rience that the old bear must be near, but, sa : d he, “I jest allowed I had a dead thing on him at forty yards, an’ kalkilated ef I tuk him plumb thro’ the eye he wouldn’t holler, so the old dam wouldn’t show herself till I made tracks with mister cub. Well, lup gun an’ let sliver, an’ tuk the dern thing right plumb in the belly, an’ he hollered like blazes!— Hell an’ thunder! You’d oughter heerd tho brush crack then! I didn’t stop to see what was cornin’—you bet! but made straight for tho near dcst tree —an’ I’m d—d ef thar wer moro’n cno in sight! You’d oughter seen me a cuttin’ for that tree! I could hear the ol’ bar takin’ after me, blowin’ an’ snortin’ like a dang’d big hog run wild ter beechnuts, an’ a tar in’ up the yarth reel savage. I drops my gun an’ up tree I gets, keepin’ a clim’in’ till I was high up as I could git among the slim branches; an’ then I begun to feel toler’blo easy, an’ looked down to see what the ol’ bar was doin’. Wal, airs, she marched right up within sixty feet of the tree, an’ thar sho stopped an’ roared up on her hind legs, an’ give tho awfullest howl that ever I heyard since Godal mighty made mo;’twas reel human. Then she turned about an’ made for whar the cub was lyin’ kickin’ an’ moanin’ like a dog, an’ picked it up give it a couple of licks—like this— with her big paw, knockin’ it down reel ugly. An’ then the dern thing picked it up agin, put her arms around it, like, an’ squoso it up tight agin her two or three times. Wal, as soon’s she’-d done that, she dropt it an’ made off, very imperlite, never noticin’ this chap in the tree at all. She’d done killed tho dang’d cub— for you know they never let ’em stay alive after they gits hurt, but kill ’em and leave ’em. I watched the old bar goin’ over the mountains for five mile afore I got down from the tree, an’ then I picked up my gun, shoul dered mister cub, an’ made a beedine for the camp. It was gittin’ kinder dark, an’ afore I got home tho owls wor a hootin’, au’ tho doves wor a gurglin’, an’ tho branch was roarin’ louder’n that bar. You bet I made a high old supper on the cub ! But tho kiotes barked around very anx* ious, so that I had to pepper one or two of ’em, for the sake of peace an’ quietness.” When “ Kentuck ” finished there was a general laugh, and many com ical reflections. The picture he had drawn on our memories so vividly, of his position in the solitary tree, with Mrs. Bruin on her hind legs beneath him, produced ludicrous fancies which wo expressed only by our laughter. “ Kentuck's ” phraseology, indige nous to western border life, but fa miliar enough to Californians, amused mo more than his stories ; it was the very seasoning of them. He always transmogrified cards into ke-yerds, and bears into bars, paid no attention to grammatical rules, and garnished his speech with dreadful Spanish, learned from the Diggers. When he was not speaking, or when I saw him walking in his usually graceful, up right manner, he looked like a culti vated gentleman. He was a gentle man of tho woods—kind-hearted, brave, and truthful, but a bitter hater of Indians and eastern dandies. He is dead now. He heard a wo* man screaming as he passed through our mining village one evening, rush ed to protect her from a biutal assault, and received a knife-blade deep into his side. That was the last of poor “ Kaintuck,” but the miners sent the craven spirit of his murderer after him. I can see now the long mound which marks the spot of the soldier hunter’s rest—there, at the foot of that pine, on which is nailed a board bearing the rough inscription of “Poor Kentuck.” A writer in tho Westminster Re view calls the newspaper tho Bible of tho nineteenth century. ORIGIHifc AX OLD-TIME PARTING. BY CRUCIBLE. “There is no ‘Genessee’ where I am going.” Thus spoke tho old mother as her first-born was leaving the ark to go forth alone upon the ocean of life. ’Twas an old-time parting—a par ting indeed; for homes were sacred then; the old roof-tree was loved mora dear, for he who trained its branches to nestle close to the south* ern wall, sleeps ’neath its shadows; and the grassy lawn sloping away to tho east steals fairer crystals from tin night than others do, for it was his hand that redeemed it from the wild and made Eden envious. An old-time parting ! Long ago, when the West bespoke a wilderness indeed; when its “outer walls” were bathed by the deep flowing Hudson, and the “other side” of a truth be longed to sunset land; yet, from out the wilderness a voice had been heard telling of sparkling rills and crystal streams leaping through emerald set tings of fair fields and fertile rallies A ‘Genessee’ had been found—stories of its surpassing loveliness reached the East—the circling mists gathered more closely around Mt. Monadnock to learn of a fairer land than theirs, and old Holyoke assumed a sterner look as he heard of other Kings than Philip. Soon, however, was heard tho elastic step of eager youth hast ening thither, and how they went and how they parted, ’tis almost worth the telling. It was long before Fulton had lit a “soul of fire within ribs of oak;” lung ero a “thread of thunder” was wove through the woof of primeval forests, making the “sounding aisles of the dim woods” shout back the hoarse voice of the panting engine, till startled nature herself almost re fused the echo. Yes —’twas long ere this; for in those days of primitive life when one did not blush to love and own his home, the postman’s weekly visit was the only link connecting frith the world; and as the transitions from place to place were necessarily slow, so was purpose of mind and thought equally gradual, and they were along time there in the old home making up their minds to let John go forth to the promised land, for the old hive had never “swarmed” before, and they feared to have it now ; yet he must go, for others had gathered harvests there, and a year or two would ripen his; and so the day of his going was set. ’Twas the first day in the week but one, for in those days there were Sabbaths in the land, and that Sabbath was a holy day, for to-morrow John was going. He was to go at sunrise, and how very early was the dawning! The family were early astir, and seemed unusually busy—perhaps the heart was very busy, and the hands need keep it company —and so they did; for over and over again had they packed the simple wardrobe, and still it was not done. Kellie had found a button off, and mother must sew it on; but the old mother’s eyes were dim, and she could not thread the needle; she put on her spectacles, but something was the matter with them, and she wiped them; something was the matter with her eyes, and sho wept. But the task is completed, breakfast is over, and with his knapsack fastened to his shoulders, John is ready to start. He has crossed the threshold—the thresh old /us feet helped make smooth, and where long years ago he used to sit and gaze with childish wonder upon the rainbow he thought the angels had painted on the clouds. The gate way is reached—the garden gate where he used to swing—and there he lingers. 0, for a railway now to hasten the parting with a scream!— ’Twould indeed be a blessing, even though the faint “good-bye” were crushed in two by its iron wheels! “Write, won’t you?” says sister, softly; and mother—the old mother— with one withered hand placed lov ingly upon the shoulder of her first born while the other toys with his moist locks, says—“let me look at you once more John, before you go, for I shall be gone when you come back, but you’ll know where to find me; for there is no ‘Genessee’ where 1 am going!” NUMBER 6. A father’s deep “God bless you,” and words that sound like sobs, and John is lost in the forest—he has gone, and the “old time parting” ended. Cherokee, Sept. 14ih, 1858. THE HYDRAULIC PRESS A Few Words About the Grand Event.— We cannot give, neither will any one expect, in a small journ al like this, full details of the sublime triumph over space and the ocean ele ments which now fills every mind and occupies every tongue. Enough that we have briefly recorded it, and that we hare also recorded our sym pathy with the world’s great joy.— To attempt more would be as pre sumptuous, and as useless, as if we should aim to give in our insignific ant columns, from time to time, the stately history of Gibbon, which has been well termed “the splendid bridge which connects the old and new world,’’ —an office now literally performed by the Atlantic Cable.— Neither shall we indulge in the ex pression of those enthusiastic emo tions and hopes which inspire every breast that can entertain an unselfish feeling throughout the two continents. Every journal in the broad Union will publish its eloquent or its labored “leader” on the absorbing topic; and we can best distinguish ourselves by abstaining. Our province is tho humble, yet sufficient one of record ing local events and opinions: let tho world’s great newspapers bear on their ample pages the records of passing history. —So much by way of showing that our silence does not proceed from insensibilities. The remark of Emerson, that“ev ery great and commanding moment in the annals of the world is the tri umph of some enthusiasm,” is forcibly illustrated by the admitted fact that the success of the Atlantic Telegraph at this time is largely due to the ener gy ? perseverance and enthusiasm of Cyrus W. Field. But in the enthu siasm of the people themselves —ia the deep joy that lights up every man’s face and even moistens so many eyes—in the universal exultation over Mr. Field’s success, we can see the germ and promise of a success much nobler. The bare fact that the hard and sordid natures of our utili tarian countrymen can be so profound ly stirred as they are by emotions of the most elevated and cosmopolitan character, is a grander and more nificant event than the laying of the Cable. A people capable of this must be destined to realize their own glorious hopes in reference to the re cent electrical triumph. They must bo in earnest when they cry for peace and love, and offer to an hereditary foe the grateful sacrifice of heredita ry prejudice, whilst extending the pure warm hand of eager friendship. There must be a meaning in these ringing bells, and firing cannon and pyrotechnics, and music, and crowd ed streets, and fervent shouts, —a meaning that the future will inter pret by a millenium of peace and a confederation of nationalities, for the strong desire of the present surely indicates the time to be. A Woman Singing in ins Night. —A clear, sweet voice, a silvery trill, a tone of pathos —how they cleave tho starry atmosphere, and bathe tho listening sou! iu tenderness ! Mem ory, floating on those tremulous waves of sound, is borne to other scones— to the hazy shores of tho long forgot ten past. The dreamy echoes of ex quisite old melodies awake within the heart and mingle with that woman’s singing in the night. It is a mother’s song of love, so gaily warbled when a bride, and afterwards more plain tively in widowhood. How much of sadness in the sound —of vain regret —of keen, protracted yearning! — How the heart beats its mournful measure, and tears obscure “ the windows of ihe soul!” “ Tears, Idle tears, I know not what they mcaij. Tears from the depth divine despair.'