The Nevada Democrat., 1856-11-19
THE MINERS CAMP.
From the Boston C''ltiUoior.


Brothers leave the sluee INTENDED
Shadows darken on the river;
In the canon day Is ended,
Far above the red rays quiver ~
Turn the waters out to play,
Let the huge wheel cease from creakng,
Like slave it tolls all day,
In its pcrspiraton rocking.
Miner. lay aside the spade
Let the pickaxe rest from driftingi
See how much the claims has paid
Where the gold dust has been sitting.
From the boxes take the sand,
Wash IL out, pleasant duty;
Now the gold remains, clean s'panned,"
Beam upon us, bright and beauty
Brighter than a maidens glances,
Are the gold grains flashing DER US,
And smile OF pleasure dances
On each swarthy face before US.
Turn the water out to play,
It has proved good reiiner,
Cast the pickaxe, spade away,
For the campfire calls the miner.
Tell us tales Of wizard band,
In the wyths ofages olden,
When the coroner's potent wand
Turned all earthly things to .Iiffni
Pick and spade are magic rod
Toll and industry OWNERS
Drawing gold from sands r "a f
Touched by brawny ban oi miners
labor is the mighty king
Drawing wealth from cky mountains
At the beck, the rivers Dring
Golden tributes from their fountains;
labor seizes treasures vast,
Locked in Natures vaults for ages,
Reads the records Of the past
Written "dust" on golden pages.
Gather round the cheerful fire,
In the deepening darkness cleaning,
Now ne red tongues leaning higher.
Seem like banners upwards streaming;
On the swarthy son Of labor,
How the ruddy hre-light flashes,
And anon, upon his neighbor,
Rough and bearded, quickly dashes,
Stretched around the supper fire,
Hear the iron kettle steaming,
While the sharpness Of desire,
Lulls into luxurous dreaming;
On the oven heap the Goals,
Till 1t seems dragon waking,
For a dozen hungry souls
Wait for the bread within It baking
On the ground the tin plates spread,
Pour the tea out strong and stronger,
From the "Dutchmann draw the bread
We can wait for il no longer,
Roll II out upon the ground
Pray the gods to be propicious,
Never loaf before was found
With an odor so delicious
Labor crowns il with blessing;
Now the hungry crowd looks bland,
Each n smoking piece possessing.
Pass the ham around this way,
Quick before II all Il taken,
Hang, philosophers, we say
We have barely ''saved our baconW
Co 10 grass. ye Graham eaters
Fowers nice fed, scraggy CATTLE
Starving vegetation "creeters"
Fit with Cinnamon to battle
In the water let you shiyer,
Turn from drones TO easy workers,
Weld the pick till muscles quiver--
You would gladly turn to "porkersP
Now the evening meal is done.
Let us try game of euchre,
All our bets are jokes and fun,
Gambling not for filthy lucre;
Closer draw the merry ring
Laughing makes the hours fly quicker,
We have won now, boys, just bring
Out little dish Of liquor
Spread tie blankets On the ground,
labor needs not couch or feather;
In a circle clustered round,
We will all lie down together
labor brings refreshing sleep,
No luxurious couch can borrow,
And our slumbers sound and deep,
Give US strength for toll to morrow.
Watch each rising silver star,
Drifting from the depth Of Alden
Think you not OF friends afar,
Wife or child or blue-eyed maden4
Comes there not misty vision
0er the drowsy spirit stealing,
And in reveries elysian,
ALI the joys of home revealingS
As the needle fTHil and shivering,
On the ocean wastes aiar,
Veerng, changing, trembling quiyering
Settles on the polar star
So in breasts of those who roam,
loves magnetic fires are burning
To the central point at home
Trembling hearts are ever turning