The Placer herald., 1870-11-05
PINO CORRESPONDENCE.
PINo, October 31st, 1870.


JL.. Editor:-While the northern part of
our county is duly represented through the
columns of your paper, we, of the southern,
albeit it is the emporium of bull-frogs and
fever and ague, have no voice in the mat
ter. But the Assessment Roll still includes
us in its embrace, and our Revolutionary
sres taught us, "No taxation without Rep
resentation;" therefore we claim to be heard.
We have no miraculous discoveries to chron-
icle, but we have some ranches that grow
fruit unrivalled, and grapes that produce the
wine ''that makes the heart o'erhow like
an oasis in the desert; of chapperal, their
green foliage tempts the way-worn traveller
to rest beneath their shade; and then our
quarries, they send their products to every
city in the State. AT Penryn they have
Just completed the Mint contract at San
Francisco their stone is acknowledged par
excellence, 10 be the best in soundness and
beauty in the State. We, of Pine, have
furnished stone for San Francisco, Marys-
vile, Sacramento and San Jose. AT
present from our quarry the main force is at
work on the Railroad over the mountains
they are at work full handed at Rocklin.
About our miners (the sad remnants of a
once prosperous vocation) are patiently await
ing the sign, no bigger than a mans hand
for the opening of the windows of Heaven to
replenish the earth, or rather their water
bitches that they may resume their winter 5
avocationit makes one melancholy to trav-
ell around our ravines and gulches, where
once the stalwart energy displayed by our
miners now is field of solitude; its silence
is broken by few dilapidated crows hold
ing a consultation on a pile of tailings, or a
lonely Chinaman sitting by his little rocker,
like "patience on Monument. Our dull
listless, life is broken daily by the arrival
and departure of the cars, when animation
is restored for brief respite from our list
lessness, they come with shrek and a
snort, and few passengers get out, few
get in, the conductor gives a majestic wave
Of his hand to say call right, call aboard, "
and the iron horse starts to convey its living
freight over hill and plain. How changed
the scene since the days of "Auld Lang
Syne, when we were boys, Mr.. Editor
when the Mail-coach carried passengers and
conveyed news through the country. Well
do remember as the coach approached how
the dull inhabitants of the country village
awoke from their lethaigy, and as the horn
sounded from the adjacent hill, the black
smith, begrimed with suit and dust stripped
of his leathem apron, the shoemaker, rising
from his wax-end, the merchant closing his
ledger, rushed simultaneously to the Stage
House, followed by the inevitable troupe Of
draggle tailed boys; the driver refining his
four steeds with as much dignity as if he
held the reins of Government, halts at the
door, and, descending from his perch with
all the dignity of a Railroad conductor, strides
into the Hotel, and dashing off glass of rum
and sugar, turns complacently on the crowd
The village politician asks, "any election
news?' ono, my nigh leader is growing
lame in his left fore-foot'" Is the Hon.,
coming tomorrow" ''No he has gone the
other road" So much for the opposition
and the new turnpike, he mounts his box
and away to other scenes, leaving the town
to the dull quiet of the day, to be resumed
on the coming day.
We have an abundance of "tarantulal
juice, and as the Divnes tell us the world
is degeneratng, we say so is the whisky;
but our people are equal to the emergency
like the old Jerseyman who had sucked Jer-
sey lightning all his life, happening into his
favorite saloon, and finding the proprietor
absent, helped himself. The proprietor re-
turning moment after found bottle sitting
on the counter, with good drink, he hasti-
y enquiring of stranger who had had it
rushed out the back door and found old Joe
saving wood.
"Joe, how do you feel, have you pains
in your stomach? Why Joe, YOU are a dead
man, you have drank dose of aquafortis .
"Well, said Joe, 81 thought that stuff
was in the 'forties, cause when | wiped my
mouth on my shirt-sleeve, it burnt hole il
it"
must close by saying you may heal
again from Elevator.