The Shasta courier., 1855-07-28
P A RT T H I R D .

Six years more are registered on the wheels
of Time, and Emperors reign supreme where
Presidents obeyed. New worlds have open.
up their glitteriug treasures to the Old Worlds
cupldlty. Commercial crashes have come and
gone, and they that were rich are poor-fhey
who reveled IN luxury, unknown To want. by
stern necessity are forced To gain their daily
bread by the sweat of their hrows'
We are in the land of gold" among tho
mountains, and here. too. civilization and fash.
ion have found their way. '1is The frs, Of May,
and all nature has donued her holiday Attire
the valies and The mountain sides are literally
carpeitd with wild flowers ,ieing in variety
and perfume with The rarest gardens "f the olden
States. The birds carroliug forth to the
pleased senses, their sweetest noies; md tho
very miner as he plies his pick and shovel, huns
some old song in the txnberance of his 81 iIiis.
We going 10 have bail tonight, and VIII, re
six years ago the Digger and ihe grizzly con.
tested, we viii have muse and dancing For
the savage yell and wild roar we will have mer.
ry laughter and soIt music.
lis II gh, and the bathroom is filled in true
California style. with the wives aud daus sht,rs
from neIshb"ring Tow us and rant he's. lie MT n
are truly Heterogeneous mass: lawyers, doc.
tors. Jew trad, rs. miners. editors, ptdlars aiti.
zans, judges, officers and office. seekers all nm.
bled up IN one undIsiluguslIaiIle nDass OF fun
and frol:c. Surely California is land OF pure
dies are mostly msirons, yet scarcely attained
TO the heyday Of le still full of vigor aud una.
ba;ed glrlisli frolic-nnly wall The stirring mu.
sic to make them entirely forget they are wives,
not girls Here in courtly parlance you observe
judge entertaining with Il thousand pleasing
noihings very bljou OF lady she is decided
iy pretty, and he-his dress is faultess, even to
his white kids. Tfere an editor. in vest Of flow.
cred silk-lalest agohy-is smiling himself into
he p,u or pf fair nd Iut. fare
Again, miner, rough. but strong OF as
sinew, is radiatiug his embrowned features
by reflection from some fair woman The mu.
sic strikes up. The judge. the editor, the miner,
and host more swing their partners in The
lilon +" The fun grows fast and turions" The
unfortunates-wall hnwers, all niale-look ON
with jealous hope for their neat turn.
Look along The room. as the dauce progresses.
among the idiers. See you that man watching
inten,ly with earnest aud puzzled gaze, lady
as she moves through the various figures He
is cropping back i'll The dim vista Of memory for
her counterpart. His is familiar face. yet you
cannot quite place. Who is he? Had you seen
him at noon you would have been sure OF his
calliug. but now he is metamorphosed, and
scarcely knows himself. His red funnel shirt
has been changed for standing collar ana uuuble
wrist bands, his dirt stained ducks Tor blue doe.
skns-wllite vest, black frock coat, simple satin
tie and lemon coored kid gloves complete his
toilet. There is no awk wardne i'll his manner,
and seems easy In bis present costume as it
it was his every day apparel, and yet be is q
hard working mir er toiilDg from rising to set.
ting sum-. Look again, you have seen his face
before. Yes, you recognise him now he il the
boy.-the merchant-now the miner. Six yeara
have stamped double their impress with tcarful
change upon his face. The buoyancy OF youth
has gone, and in its stead there is a reckless
hauteur; the eye had even more Of FIRE, aud the