The Empire County argus., 1854-12-23
Correspondence of the Argus.

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Whiskey and Mathematics.
Mr.. ARGUS You read the Atlantic papers of
course The people over in the old States are hav-
ing sweet time. and ray of truth is beginning
to penetrate their brains. Their aristocratc ira
ders merchant princes shin plaster bankers, stock
obbing swindlers, and Goldfish nobility are all being
blown up bya financial crisis. This whole con-
glomerated mass of worse than useless humanity
bleat like sheep. Look over the papers and see
the inquiry "What can the matter be ?" and hear
them squeal, it's sweet music Mr.. Argus. The in
solent and improvident fools have hitherto had the
hardihood to think that we miners would dig and
send them sixty or seventy millions of gold every
year for them to send to Europe after jim-cracks
The drones in the hive of industry there have
sent off all the gold and now they have shin plas
ters only for money, mean and poor as to be un-
fit to clean the filth off steam engine. They are
beginning to find out that they have been trottng
out their nags on our money, and actually begin
to think California has already saved their useless
necks from earlier ruin
Horace Greeley quakes and then snivels over the
stringency of the money market like boy about to
be fogged by pretty school mistress, and fears,
unless the nation returns back to some tariff system
for protection, every body including abolitionsts
and niggers will have to stop eating and all be,
cause they have no gold. What in the name of
common sense have the spendthrifts in Gotham and
elsewhere done with the $50 millions we have sent
them 1t plain They delight in paying from
two to five thousand dollars piece for shawls not
intrinsicay worth an old fashioned pstareen They
have delighted in paying foreign singers thousands
who made no better music than can be blown out
of a goose quill any day, and have paid thousands
more to see dancers wear short petticoats and jump
about on a stage like parched pea hot john
ny cake Now let them pay the fiddler, and if the
do, then down comes their shin plaster "diggins''
We have no rain yet, and if this weather contin-
ues, and we miners lay idle, only panning out
enough to pay grub" some of our rich and lordly
San Franciscans will find out whether they own
all this side Of creation or not. Steamer day will
come and if it don't rain, look out for such kiting
and shining as the world never before witness
ed.
There are some men who believe they themselves
sustain the whole country, when the only exertion
of an active character they make, is in getting
up to drink cocktails their fathers by success
full piece of rascality, hard work and stnginess
and pinching dimes until the eagle squealed, ac-
CURED a fortune, died and left it to some one of
these ''enterprising" gentlemen. Now let the mi
ners stop digging gold for three months only and
these nabobs would not be worth enough to buy
salt to season their soup. They all of Califor
MIA now, and their brethren who live down by the
Atlantic, few weeks ago thought they owned the
Continent, and all of these chaps thought they were
born booted and spurred expressly to ride into hea
ven on the Lacks of California miners (The only
way they will ever get there. The Major says he
can't afford to carry more than twenty into heaven
on his back.)
You need not pray for rain, can live without
it We are growing economical about Johntown,
when we travel hereafter we shall go on foot, I'M
less the California Stage Company will place the
fare at reasonable rates. We are going to live on
an economical scale, stop buying whiskey, keep
away from mountebank theatrcals, save our mo-
ney and in few years bring our wives to Califor-
MIA on Doctor Gwin's Railroad. We are going to
raise onions turnps, cabbages squashes, hens, and
turkeys, chickens and beets, kill grizzly bears for
beefsteak and live own hook.
Miss Pellett was up here lecturing, she is in fa-
vor of the Maine Liquor Law, and says the liquor
dealers in San Francisco, draw brandy, gin, rum
whskey, claret, vinegar, cider, Burgundy and
schnapps all out of the same barrel. She proved
this clearly, and so we all voted forthe Maine Law
and resolved to sign petition eight miles long pray
ing our Legislature to keep all such casks of liquor
outside the Golden Gate. Except what they want
for their own use) The miners are going to stop
drinking, and let the deadhead eating society pay
for their own knick- -knacks. Won't the saloon
keepers groan in spirit they will find out then
who owns the country.
Our claims here will pay when it rains and that
is all claims will do any where else. The newspa.
pers may puff, blow, and bray as much as they
please, we know full well all about erich diggngsr
big strikes, and big Jumps, that nobody ever saw
Or heard of. Except quill drivers.) We miners
have the best chance of getting swindled possible
in this world. A lot of travelling nuisances are
about peddling rattle tickets, chances to make for
tune for one dollar, every ticket drawing prize,
the prizes being $4,000 bricks Gone in the lo) the
balance brass rings and miserable daubs called pain
tings. The whole list of raffles are humbugs, and
the stuff called prizes not worth carrying out on
Long Wharf to fill water lot.
The Major and have nice time now, no wa
ter, and so spend the time feeding our chickens