The Shasta courier., 1854-04-29
Z H E SHASTA C0URIE R.
Letter from, Rare. vieax.

hung in our bedchamber, to greet us when the
mornings first rays peep through our window
panes, to gaze upon the last moment e'er we
consien ourselves to the embrace Of the dozy
God Morpheus, and as we look we fancy that
had not our young aspirations been "mp'd In
the bud" we should have been a hunter-Nim-
rod like have followed the bounding stag DER
brook and mountain--our home the green turf
our bed quilt the blue heavens-a mossy rock
! our pillow.
1t was willed otherwise. Perhaps our passion
for the chase exhibited tselfa at too early date ;
perhaps was not appreciated by our parents and
guardians; at least from them we received not
the least encouragement
We hunted our neghbors chickens, CATS rab-
bits, etc., and this, with finding many things
that were not lost, led to unpleasant results
We We're always hunting, and the consequent
result, an introduction to a birchen stick; thus
in our younger days, we had suficiency Of the
chase, and we did not become Nimrod. But
the spirit is not dead-it slumbers only; let it
but awaken, and unnumbered elk, antelope,
deer, countless quail, owls. geese, and chicken
hawks shall sleep the sleep of death.
Chirp, fly about, brush up your feathers ye
winged bipeds, be gay and comfortable, but look
ye animals that sport four legs; little do you
think that we are putting our shooting stick in
| order, and are at this moment screwing OH her
up to whiz leaden messenger through your
| vitals
| 1t was the picture of Diana that made our pen
trace these recollections of our boyhood; our
fancy did the rest two days hunt has told us
| SINCE that we are no hunter
A short time ago we joined party to look for
game, as we were clean out of meat, and had
been for a month. The trip at first pleased US
very much, SO delightful the prairie looked with
its myriads of wild geese, and endless gardens
of flowers that filled the air with sweetest in
cense, its clover and green grass, and farther on
the snow top mountains shining in the morn
ings sun. This was all very fine, very beauti-
full and withal very pleasant, until we found that
the wagon we were in jolted rather much for
comfort, the sun grew rather warm, and our
journey of twelve miles bid fair to number at
least twenty-five. We walked awhile, then we
rode. and dozed, and at last lost ourselves in
| world of figures, trying to estimate how much
it would cost Jules Haul to perfume all the pra-
rie, as well and as sweetly as Dame Nature had
done it gratis. Noon came with its heat, eve-
ming with its chill wind, and night found us far
from home, cold, tired, and hungry, by the side
of running stream : we soon built fire, got up
roast hot coffee. &C., afterwards pipe, and
then rolled up in blankets to slumber. To
sleep perchance to dream of home and love,
of friends, kind greetings, reunions, delightful
suppers, and live oysters
We would quietly observe to adobe" that
once we were at Weayerville, and more
charming, beautiful town we never saw any
where; we said at the time that prettier spot
did not lie out of doors. We were there in the
spring time of the year, when all was fair and
lovely; those high big hills, all green, haunt our
memory still. We should have liked to have
seen the spot fresh from the hands of Nature,
before the Anglo-Saxon had raised their frame
buildings and hung out their signs of +" Miners
supplied Groceries and provisions for sale
Weavervile during our visit. We left Shasta
Of morning, and reached there the same eve
ming 1--WE ought to have been six days on the
road to see the scenery and be comfortably
tired to death, suffering from loss of leather,
and as helpless as soft shell-crab. Of course
on our arrival we Immediately retired to bed,
slept soundly, and was awakened in the morn
ing by loud reports of firearms; at this mo-
ment in came the bar-keeper with two GIN
cock-tails-" thank you, said we, what is all
this row about ~ =" A man and woman killed"
said he. "and the sheriff shot, don't 'spect he'll
live" and he moved from the room, as cool as
raw-oysters and ice. We jumped from the bed,
and instantly swallowed one of the cocktails
killing people before breakfast, thought we, as
we pulled on our drawers. and heard in the
room adjoining voice exclaim, where In
lsometbine) is my cocktails" We drank off
tho contents of the other tumbler at once, the
h,s;ness that brought us here was OF but little
;m,ortance said we, and we began to think ace
Lad mo business there at all. Supposlng that tel
low should shoot us, for drinking his cocktails
II would be of no use telling him tnat we
thought from the bar.keepers bringing 'nen IN
!, vas the custom of the place to drink two In
bed of morning. This was enough for us, onr
mind was soon made up how to proceed We
aided softly past that room. with boots IN our
66and look the back.track," mounted our
mule nor did we look back until we had gained
the highest top of the mountain that leads Snas-
ta.wards. We hav'nt been at Weaverv,lle
-, Nav all success attend the hill encircled
,o.yn of Weaverville, and may jolly hours, smil-
inc faces. true friends, health and bouncing big
I,,cL r. ever with that unbarnt brick !" Adobe
should he ever come our way, he must drop IN;
aad he sball receive the same welcome as did
,hs man who could play on fiddle. the second
mart Of the Arkansaw Traveller"
Most truly yours.