Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-10-07
Weaverville, October 7, 1876.
OLD TIMERS MEETING.

OAO l. m Z mo AL GG LIN w.
A POEM-In which the author (unknown)
describes a meeting between couple of
Prospectors Their greeting is hearty and un-
affected, and the conversation which ensues
brings forcibly to mind the early days of Pio-
neer Life on the Pacific Coast. The names of
Mining Camps all have Tor had) an actual ex-
istence, and are well remembered by the Old
Timers.
Hellor 'Hellon why, Jim y why, Dan =
Good Lord | want to knowr
Well, well! old fcl! give us your ham
But, lin, how does it go?'
'Oh sometimes gay and sometimes rough
And how's it go with you?
| Well, times jus now's little tough
! Up here in l-da-ho,'
But where ye been, j i'm, ever since
We left the StaniSlow
And pulled up stakes down thar at Dents
! Now eighteen years ago?'
We'll, sence that time that we put out
On that stampede from Stony,
Been mos the time knockin' about
Down into Air-e-zony.'
Only been back a mcnth or so
And thought I'd take a tramp
Through the old diggin's long with 10,
Who stops at Niger Camp
Started from Alpha on our trip,
| And passed up the Divide,
| Through Tangle-Leg and l4et-ll ller-Rip,
Red Dog and Whisky Slide
Then after leaving thar we went
Down by the Tail-llolt Mill,
| 'Cros Greenhorn Mountain to Snow Tent.
And up to Gouge Eye llill.'
From Gouge Eye down to Esperance,
| Slap j ack and Ora Fin;
| Through Deadw0od to Last Chance,
Root Hog and Lost Rayine.
From Petticoat 20 Shirt-Tail Flat,
And on by Murderer's Bar,
! 'Crost Bloody Run and thro' Wild Cat,
| To Poker and Lono STAR
From Angels Camp down by Rawhide
e took a run one night,
| Through Chinese koost and Satan's Pride
| Acrost to Hell's Delight
Then came along to Poverty,
| Dead Broke and Bottle Ridge,
| by llaugtown, Poor Man and Lone Tree,
Garrote and Smash-Up BRIDGE
Through Nip and Tuck and Old Bear Trap,
! Coon Hollow and Fair Play,
! A long the scorpion and Fur Cap,
! kanaka and FL Key.
We stopped one day at Mover Sweat,
Another up Mt Ophr,
| Then moved our boots on to You Bet,
| And struck across By Gopher;
'To Sucker near Grass Widow Bend,
har as twas getting late,
We brought our journey TO an end
Down by the Devils Gate
| Wal jim, you must NV seen, heap;
I'd like to make the rounds
As you have done, and cast Il peep
THrOuph the old stnmDinp prounds1
Yes, but l tell you what it is,
The times thoy amt no more
In Caliiorny as they was
Way back in Fifty Four
But bout the girls. and schnoider's frow
And Kate AMI Sal Magec
| suppose they've all got married now
Leastwiso they ought to be-
Married! You can buck high on that;
Some of them several times;
First iel lerS they jest had to get
They didn't have the dimes.
Well, we'll! do tell is that the way
The gals is goin on?
But hOw's the boys and old man Ray,
And Ike and Steve and John?'
And what became of Zacheus Wade,
Who run the big mule train?'
w -a-l Iack he made his pile they said
And then went back to Maine
And so did old Pop Ray and Steve,
And Ike and Johnny Yates
And made IA raise at last, b'lieve,
And went home to the States
And S,latcr, him that took the trip
W ith as to aZoo iiranch?'
'Wal, Slate he kind % lost his grip,
And settled on rauch.'
And Jackass Jones that came about
With whskey on the Bnr?'
w al, Jackass, too, he petercd out,
And went-l don't know whar'
And tell me, whore is Jerry Ring,
" ho kept the Grizzly Bear,
Jes' down torninst the LobscOuse Spring,
And kilt the Greasers there?'
That Greaser Jose don't you know,
That stabbed Mike at the ball,
The time we had the iandango
AT Blood and Thunder Hall?'
'Oh Jerry didn't do no good,
Got sweet on woman,
md tuck at last to driDkn' hard,
Cause she got sort o. common
'Y-a-s was by nature low inclined,
And went clean to the bad,
Which worked so on Jerry's mind
1t almost made him mad
Dick went one day up Pike Divide,
And there lay j erry Dead,
A navy pistol by his side
A bullet in his head
Tight papers them on Jerry Ring,
But, } i'm, just bet your life,
Them women is II dreadful thing
For memo, nary wlien
But Plug Hat Smith that kept a stand
Sold pens and ink and sich?'
: Wal, Plug he helt poorish hand,
And never struck it rich'
Got sort o. luny and stage struck
Cut up heap o. eapers,
And final went below and tuck
To writin' for the papers,
And Sally Jake, that drove 90 long
There on the Lightnin Line,
And afterwards from One-horse Town
10 WebfOot and Port WineP
Got hurt on Bogus Thunder Hill
Throwcd over his horses necks-
Was carried up TO Coyoteyille,
And thar hant in his checks
Twas kind o. queer; these, they said,
War the dying words o. Jake:
Wal, boys, I'm on the dOwn-hill grade,
And cannot reach the brako.'
And Butcher Brown that used to boast