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VOLUME I.
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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
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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,
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C. SCHARDIN &. CO.,
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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
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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.
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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.'