The weekly Sierra citizen., 1857-08-15
FoE he Sierra citias;a--
H0MEwARD hound.
"Going home! Going home."
/ Oh!what music in the sound!
Going home to see the loved ones
How II makes nv bosom bound

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Going loved ones +.
How it makes my bosom boundi
Yes!3I am going home In few hours, bid fares
well to these grand old neutrality-suspicious. forever.
little than year SINCE they were strangers to ne
now scarcely nook peak but what has its thousand
associations rising up before with kind Of melan
choy greeting making my heart sad at the thbught Of
leaving them have wandered oyer their rugged sides
-cliihed IL the tops of their highest
along he banks Of the sparkling Yuba it hurried
to wed the brny waters of the peaceful Paci6c ow
tive as Eoan strans-anon dashing down its craggy
though anxious to break through the granite
barriers chat had 50 ong mpeded its course and kept it
imprisoned in the bosom of the mountains &
How oft has my spirit in its different tt05ds, chimed
in with its flow. and seemed to hold friendly connunion
with the murmur of its waters: and ch,. faint and
weary with Summers heat. ot. eft have sOight IT'D
transparent pools and bathcd in their COOL refreshing
waters till my whole soul felt rejuycnated.
Memories fast and thick come stealing over tie as I
look back my life in California; Ny mind goes back
to the day when first arrived, when all uncertain
ty and the future was before with all its untred
scenes of life in the southern mines-my first attempt
at mining, blstered hands. aching arms, and weary
body unsuccessful trials at cooking and disgust in
sequence buying salted claim and losing my all Dig
gng bitches to claims and not making sufcient to
pay water money. Amidst all these disappointnents
and harshps the recollectons of the pure dsn-
terested friendship and sympathy Of those noble heArfd
who were my companions and higher opinionsof my
ifelluwnen follows when think of their many acts Of
unstuded kindness.
little further on and my mind reverts to the past
ntef spent in these mountains-viyid ecenes OF win
tefs figdr with its snow storms and intense codrcc
ollections of numerous journeys huge drifts to
the nearest Post Office 20 miles distant to get leters
from The q BID folks at ho:1e" WANDER back in mag
inati0n To The darkest Hour 0f Winter, when SO long
and fierce vas the storm that feared being buried
alive. refer to my journal and find the following:
pcnned on that dreary, fearful evening ,,.s.
Loud round our cabin roars the wintr1 blast, n ss
The drifting snow sweeps onward through the vale;
While through the rtree forests, drear and vast
The Storm-King thunders in the wintry gale
Perched on a rock far up the mountain side,
The hungry wolves howl forth with piteous cry,
And as the keen cayotes round them glide 5ss ~
Their bcxls id concert with each other vie. rsx
The Swollen rlser rusles madly by. s. Msas. -
Roaring and crashing down its craggy coufse -
While the loud tempest ecboing through the sky.
Sends forth its voice in mntterings fierce and hoats
JAN 4th ls57-snow is feet deep. and prospect u
the storm ccasing. afa ssasss ~
Dut all i past and with light heart and bright
|anticipatons, am (. homeward boundl Adeu, old
mountains Often; ID memory, will visit you &gain
and lise aver tie happy hours hare spent il your
midst Khep NEXT see you, ( etersl lie will b&ye 81
plszsf xad TIE past silI be bat drssm aIousd wheh
memory will fondy lingsr. WozA
s sfElnA NEvADA 3orsr AXIS. Cara, Ans 1h. 1857