Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1872-10-11
A SUNDAY hight IN pIocHE.
TFrom tho Review. October 7th.l

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Yesterday was one Of the most'de-
lightful Intervals of weather ever real
lied In any country, and the streets
were as live with men as an ant.hill
with ants. We say men. for the dis
proportion Of the sexes Is quite strik-
lug, though there Is a goodly percent
age Of the fair-as we'll as foul. But
the honest miner Is here In al, his 40
plory-his proudest boast Is the long
time he has tramped 1t here aud there
In his wild way. The whole history
of the Pacific coast Is here spread out
In living pages-gay, devil-may-care
sad and lonely ; hopeful as ever, and
played out as we'll Il ~forty-corpse
graveyard down the mountain side.
that speaks In silent tones Of the sweet
music of the revolver aud CLEAN OF the
bowie knife. And over all, the quiet
stars shed as tranquil light as though
this was not a wicked world and this a
most uugodly part thereof. About z
o'clock last evening, we strolled up
Meadow Valley street, indulglng In a
glimpse Of the different tableaux set
forth on either side. Each picture
would require a column to do 1t JUS
,ice. Cards aud whisky were the pre-
dominant attractions ; but there were
crowds OF men IN every conceivable
condition Of dress. and here aud there
what Milton said Of SIN" What
seemed woman to the waist and fair.
but ended foul In many q scaly fold.'
But they were as much women as the
men were men, and we don't know
but of the two human evils she Is tho
least. At one place we saw her deal
ing monte and Mro-at another she
fights the tiger herself. Every nation
atty under the sun Is represented In
these struggling, sweaty, sweet-scented
crowds. Music adds a special charm TO
the scene, and one Is compelled to
listen, II not look on. A voice with
more energy than cultivation Is heard,
accompanied by q plano aud violin,
and all combine to tell Us, In the Ian
yuage OF q Scotch tune, that the world
itself Is only "a castle IN the air." and
the chief end Of man to 60 1t while he's
young. We pass along to the dance
house, where the motley character OF
Phoebe society Is more definitely set
forth. The DEVILS social Of Tam
O'Shanter was a full dress, high toned
affair Ia comparison. The poor hur-
dies are put through a series Of modern
dances In a manner that would dis.
count the devil beating tan-bark, until
hey look like a batch Of dusty, wilted
vegetables. A little farther along Is a
whole saloon full of men INDUCING In
u gay song. the blinking of glasses and
stamping Of boot heels ; they literally
make Rome howl. A few rods farther
up. and the ~passer-by Is opposite the
cottage-like cages Of the "sollcd
doves" Everything betokens a stand
Ing invitation to 60 In and make your
elf at home-for the time. Iu the
midst OF these sinful seem aud
sounds OF deviltry by night" the
church bell Is heard OH the hill still
farther up. 1t "chips In" like ''the
voice Of one crying In the wilderness
alive with all sorts of wild and unclean
beasts. But by and by 1t gathers vol.
ume, and converts the bowling jungle
into a peaceful grove, musical with the
songs OF birds. The Increasing attend.
ance noticeable at the churches Is
worthy of special mention. But the
,lcvil still has the upper hand In Phoebe
Of Sunday nights. In short, he throws
skies where the Lord isn't deuce high.