The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1853-06-29

" lsE iOssn M S en- ne
Whsn sitting BY the Gre some rainy day.
Strange il the scene that breaks upon the view.
tn, scattered stores, who dags Of varied hue
Wave in the breeze: the clustered tents around;
The strange appearance Of the upturned ground
The crowds Of men, al busting to and fro,
human tide constant ebb and fiow-
Some IN their dishes bear the auriferous earth,
como at the cradles work and shouts Of mirth
From side to side resound. But further o.
A., crowd collects; the nirthful laugh Is gone;
lis now the voice OF war; IN hot dispute
Each tries to show himself the greater brute.
Oath follows oath, from words they come 70 blows,
And fists come in the argument to close
Till one bss proved himself the stronger man,
And then they end % wise they began.
Sunset winds up the labors of the day,
And homeward to his tent each wrnds his way;
Then supper over some in song delight;
Some on the flute wake echoes Of the night;
distant gun comes booming on tho ear;
The hint Is caught and presently you hear
scattered firing rafting all about
From guns and pistols, followed BY . shout
Some with their Colts Ievolvers In possession
Discharge score of shots In quick succession.
Now fires are blazing bright and dogs are barking,
Ard men are fddliDg, singing, drumming larking,
And some BY way Of change are busy scOidinsl
Some at the FIRE enjoying the dudheen
Some Weighing out their gold all washed and clean
To see how much good days work has been;
At last the songs are o'er the smoking ended,
The arguments and yarns are all expended.
Lights are put out, and all turned in to bed
TIL the next sun his early beams shall shed
Ger bill and vale.
The morn begins to dawn,
We wake, and stretch our limbs, and lazy yawn;
The IRE Is bt-up, up we all must Iise
The wntry sun begins to lume the skies;
On gses the kettle, on the frying pan
With savory chops to feast our inner man,
And give us strength to work and heart to stand
The cold and wet from winters chilly hand.
@ inH on We
Perchance foms new found gully we must try,
And thithtr hundreds rush with hue and cry
HurryinS with steps and anxious face,
Each vieiDg with another In the race
To be IN time to make his working space.
Onward they como, ourselves among the rest,
And each selects the ground he fancies best
But crowds still come, and more and more behind;
And soon from end to end the place ID lined
With ciggers all at work some marking out
The ground they claim Anon there comes q shout,
A nugget found! (oY else pretended SOY
Some rush to see whether tits true or no;
But some there Who having marked their ground,
Have sunk their holes and tried the earth below,
% sss: these hes 1 ws,y s.. thus know
On mere CHARGE to throw their time away:
And oft place to which the rush was great,
Whittier each hurried with his heart elAte
With golden hopes, ere many days are DER
IL left as silent ~ it Was before.
The false report brought numbers there at first
No gold is f0uDd-the bubble soon has burst,
The swarm has all dispersed to try again
Some other place, perhaps alike in vain:
But when the glittsrng dust resalss the eye,
With pick and shovel eagerly they strive
In anxious haste their profit to derive
Soon heaps on heaps OF yellow earth arise
From holes Of every shape, and every size.
All the incumbent earth is cast away,
Till they have reached the stratum Of tough clay
With quortzose pebbles mixed, and gold is there.
And this the digger gathers up with care,
Bears ii in bags or dishes to his tent
To wash it when he finds convenient.
Ills winter now, and clouds with threatening frown,
On earth expectant, pour their torrents down
The thirsty ground receives the welcome rain
In store. where e Nature may revive again,
And deck anew the wilds with herb and flower,
And fill with fragrance every leafy bower,
When spring returns. The digger with sigd
Views the relentless torrent sweeping BY,
Clearing its way with resistlsss force,
Al filing every hole upon its course;
Trees, undermined before to reach the gold,
No longer by their roots retaining hold
And by the torrent sapp'd, are PROSTATE laid,
AID add their wrecks to the sad ruin made
BY ruthless storm. Oh dire calamity,
Dishesrtenipg prospect, thus his work to see
Crushed into dire c0nfusion-all undpne
Here several holes are jumSled into one;
Here too, the ruin is with mischief rife
These holes will be the cause of future strife
All landmarks gone, some will lay claim to more
Than is their right or than they bad before
Then comes the contest, then may savage might
For short time prevail DER gepter right
Or hksler matched, The brute against the BRUTE,
The toughest skin may gain the coarse dispute,
Or. as occurred but lately near this place,
The gun and pistol may decide the case,
n-plivipg fellow creatures of their life
Wien gentler means might settle all the strife.
The storm il Ger, the sky again serene,
Again the digger with determir ed mien
Empties his mole and sets to work once more
Deep under ground to seek the golden store
With urdimnished yigor; undisrnayed
BY the ssd havoc which the Iain has made
And often OIL his labor too intent
Even to make the danger imminent
That o er him hangs, or careless till too Late.
His Is, alas sometimes an awful fate
For when the rain some secret course has found
Through open shinge underneath the ground,
Sealing in silence on its treacherous way,
NO signs its dangerous presence yet ba(Tay,
Till In moment crashes on his head
nlnn Ia, La. kl~nA
No time for thought alas no time for prayer,
No time to ask the Almighty haId TO spare,
Yet let US hope his sins have been forgiven,
And his freed soul has winged its fight to heaven
Some holes, deserted when the unwelcome rain
Had filed them TO the brim become again
To other cgeers who have holes close by,
And gladly seize the opportunity
To wash their staff which they had kept in store.
Till The lain came Now tubs are carried DER
In which TO steeo the stuff, so that the clay,
By water Oft renewed Is washed away
Ard nought remains but shirgle, gold aud sand.
Which then are placed in cradles close at hand,
And rocked by ore-snother pouring on
A stres IN Of water. till the geld alone
Remains behind thus simply do we free
The god from al the rough impurty
Then weigheo and esch rtceves his well earned share.
But rov the month is dra wing to q close,
Aud now appears the unlicensed digger Is foes,
The constatles. How lucky men arc they
Who eat, and sleep and have 80 much per day;
Keeping guard on the commits siorers tent,
Save when tbeiv valuable time is speut
Hunting among the holes to aid their funds
BY capturing unlicensed vsgsboEdsl
But II we're injured by the licensed thief
Long must se search ere obtain relief
All, little need their presence here be Wanted
They're never to be when they arc wanted;
Bush life is pleasant, ease is ever sweet
Ard 50 they choose quiet calm retreat,
In some green vale, and in situation
Remote from scene Of active operation.
Not theirs the merit. not to them is due
The praise that sets Of violence are few;
We as a class. are peaceful laborers--
No thanks for such protection as Ia theirs
Where is the gully here that is without
its various greg tents, and their rabble rout
While close beside THIN ever Is the tent
Of gamblers, always their accom- pauimeut;
No dggers these-LO toilers for their br cad
They i've by villsry, by crime are led
r. out these plague pots clear the ground Of These
linen TO your tents again TO take your ease,
Ntr then be greeted with the cry Of shame,
Nor hear contempt connected with your name. A. r.
Foreign Miscellany.
The fashionable world Of Paris had nearly all dis
persed at date of last advices Already the baths
the Pyrenees, the Spas Of vichy and Of Montpelier
were thronged with company. People were dali
setting out for the Rhine, and accounts from Bade
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