Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1866-03-02
LETTER FROM
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to your iourishing town, a few weeks
ago, we will now endeavor to give you
such scraps of news and nonsense as
might interest or amuse some Of the many
readers OF your spicy sheet.
Way Notes.
Leaving Gold Hill at halt-pass SIX In
the morning, we were ratified down to Gar
son by nine o'clock. where horses were
changed and breakfast dispatched. There
can be no better name than dispatch ap-
piled to that breakfast, for we had scarcely
been seated-I just scalded my throat
with an apology for coffee, and split open
a black and knotty murphy" to COM
mence on-when the COMPOUNDED driver
sang tut the quite original but most omi-
nous words, oil aboard" It occurred
to US at once, that the driver was either q
wonderfully prompt man, or else had a
private understanding with the hotel man,
to persuade passengers to spare the grub.
We make nc positive charge Of the kind,
but things looked rather awkward, and
such was the first impression produced
upon the mind, which is generally said to
be correct. However, we rushed out fu-
riously, jumped on the box with the
driver, gave q farewell greeting to "Fat
Frank" Of the I" Big Jake" exploit who
was just passing by, and at the lively
crack Of the whip started for
Gcnsn.
This one.horse little burg presents much
the same appearance it did three years ago,
when we first passed through it to the
land of " Washoc." 1t occurred to us as
a very proper place to take a Rip Van
Wankle nap in, as there seemed to be
nothing going on in the least calculated to
disturb the peaceful repose of any one.
The only familiar face we could discover
in the town was that of Hawley (ex-editor
of a sickly little weekly, which died there
q few weeks since), and he appeared en-
tirely unconscious Of the arrival Of the
stage or the hustle Of the outside world,
and apparently derived great consolation
in sucking a long-stemmed "dudeen,"
waiting, with Micawber like patience tor
something to turn up to his advantage.
Two miles from Genoa we commenced the
ascent OF the towering Sierras, and slowly
and tediously wound our way back and
forth up the craggy sides Of the rugged
mountain, each succeeding curve in the
road serving to elevate US = great distance,
until finally could be discovered a number
! of roads, one above the other. cut out Of
the granite sides Of the almost perpendic-
ular mountain. We scarcely knew which
to admire most ; the grand, frightful, and
sublime works Of Nature, or the handi-
work and enterprise Of man, in construct
ing such o safe and easy thoroughfare
across those frowning mountains.
About four miles up the mountain
canon, we were placed from the mud
wagons into sleighs, and from thence on,
made much. faster time, to the tinkling
music Of the merry bells, until the frst
summit was crossed and we swiftly de-
scended into
Lnkc tnltoy.
This Valley is now so well known. and
has been so often described by the able,t
pens, that it would be a difficult and fruit
less task to undertake to advance any new
ideas IN regard to it at this late day. But
we went through it in the night, and never
before had the pleasure of beholding its
beauty in the broad sunlight Of Heaven.
From the Lake shore to the head, this val
ley would appear to be about is miles
long and four miles wide. The noun
,ains rise abruptly on either side to the
height of several thousand feet, and being
at this season entirely covered with snow
present a most beautiful contrast to the
dark green foliage Of the lofty pines and
stately cedars in the valley below. Whilst
ascending and near the top Of the western
summit, the sur was nearly setting, and
the broad bosom Of the magnificent lake
broke clear and open upon the vision,
presenting to view the most gorgeous
panorama of landscape scenery we ever
beheld, and shall never forget. The clear
| blue waters Of the lake below; the snow
capped mountains above, tinged with the
golden colors of the setting sun, and the
fresh green of the magnificent forest sur.
rounding, combined to make up a picture
which could be felt but not described. I,
would do good to the heart Of any Usage
brush " individual to run over to the lake
at least once every year. Please take the
hint, Mr.. Editor, and our word for it you
will not regret it. The next place on the
route Of much "pomp and circumstance"
is
strawberry Valley.