The union Democrat., 1871-04-29

By ELIJaH GooDIN.

iage, and little l ween the Judge imagined
that at that time he was laying foundation
more enduring than the Egyptian Pyramids
his name is bound to go down in story ant
song into the depths of the countless years tt
come. for Sonora may crumble and waste
away in hoary age, Columbia may be sluiced
out, but Tuttletown never In short time Tom
Gould, Bill Dem6eld and Oliver Twist came
Twist was romantic youth and the first &c
enter the bonds Of H5men. Shortly after
erecting cabin, he accidentally met beau
tiful virgin Hiawatha in the tangled wild
woods, one glance suficed to enslave him, be
chased Der to her great Fathers wigwam,
got the old shirtless warrior stuck after him,
with bottle Of whisky, gained his consent
to an interview, waved before his darling 8
eyes string of yankee beads, explained the
state of his heart by sweet loves pantomime,
stormed her affections, gszed fondly into her
eyes, and then bore her off in triumph
through the poison oak taicket under his
arm, for he was strong fellow, to his mud
Of an October sun upon the banks of Pigeon
Gulch. Great was the JOY over the event and
the camp went on big drunk for two weeks
in honor of the nuptials. Now this may read
like fiction to some of the old settlers, but if
they will rightly consider the subject they
can easily understand that with the lapse Of
time, how easy it is for some folks to forget
what others imagine they remember. As q
matter of history | will state that the plsce
was not known as Tuttetown until the fall
of so, as up to that time it was called "Tut
ties Camp. But in the fall however, q
man By the name of. Graham, put up sign
and christened it Tuttletown, in honor of the
Judge and shortly after it was celebrated far
and near, for its splendor and riches, its
handsome and gay cavaliers, its splendid
spawned spanish horses, its festive landau
gos, its dark-eyed sencritas, its gambling
bells and for its bloody midnight broils.
Simon Burns was the first to start grave
yard he went to sleep one night after spree.
he was a good fellow and it is to be hoped
the Lord won't forget to arouse him at tae
great awakening. Dick Jones shortly after
wards butchered himself in fit of delirium.
Pendleton and Maryatt the son of the Eng
to attempt the reduction of quartz in that Vi
cinity. In the fall of 81 great fire broke
out and reduced the town to heap Of ashes.
The fire originated in Graham's store and
could easily have been extinguished, if it had
taken place a few minutes sooner or later,
the fact was tie boys in the store were
engaged in game of cards and it was our
deal for was one of the party myself. we
were six and six and we kept smelling fire.
one of the boys said to me. "Lige you had
better see what that is roaring in the back
room, for it goes like hell has busted loose
somewhere" but we kept on until the hand
was dealt when turned Jack and went out.
But it was too late, when opened the door
the fire leaned in my face and singed nv
whiskers, the lining of the store caught in a
moment aud it was about as much as we
could do to get out before the whole concern
for it was easier then than at present to build
a town, the Lord help her now If she was to
60 up in 'fame ond smoke" for have
my serious doubts if she would ever come
down again. do believe the '49ers. bear
ing few faults were the best folks that ever
came to these mountains. and when one of
the old fellows die just think how much
better it would be IL a thousand '59ers had
died in his place. In those days when fire
would take place every body would help to
save his eighbors property, and when they
did they would return it to its owners, but
now "bless your SOUL" if big fire takes
place and if there is much clothing to he got
OF, you can see regiments of finely dressed
fellows for months afterwards.
Every camp has its little graveyard, in
them sleeps the early miners. In out of the
way and forgotten places where now remains
no vestige, they lie beneath the sod with
young pines waving over them. l have ma
nv an old partner buried in lonely places ard
always stop when come to their graves
and think of them and the gems that have
fed, and then no one hut God knows how
dreary and lonesome feel, the very air gets
thick and heavy and have to leave and ban
ish all thoughts of them from my mind. or I
believe would go crazy. But what is the
use of looking on the dark side Of the picture.
il will not be long before we all will have to
lie down and be forgotten like these poor fell
lows, ana it will come soon enough If one
will only have patience without seeking the
aid of the pistol or knife. Poor old miners.
of all the unfortunates they are to day the
most miserable, for the government has TAX
en- the last hope away that sustained them,
in selling the mineral lands, and they see or
think they do which is all the same, nothing
bat misery and starvation in the future.
Well as was saying Tustletown burnt
up, but it was cnly mere matter of moon