Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1884-02-02

to quit the neighborhood and betake him.
self to Other parts, but refused to go under
one hundred dollars With all this fresh
in your mind, you sit before old Mr.. Har-
vey, who longs to hear something comfort.
/ ing from his lost and never.to. be-found
son. You wish that he would 90, because
it is hard work, in answering his inquiries,
to equivoeate, and squirm, and sneak, and
| dodge about the truth. which is not to be
| told at all times about Dick.
One certain opinion possesses all Doze.
vile. 1t is that any man in good health,
who has spent years in the land OF gold,
ought to have fortune. Vainly you rea.
son, and attempt some explanation on this
point Vainly you talk concerning the
risks of mining ; of the months idly spent
on Pacific Flat, waiting for water OF the
years spent in barring the rivers bed at
Grizzly Canyon of the race so extensively
cut through solid granite ledge; of the
fume at Split Bar, costing thousands, only
to be swept down stream by the fall
freshets of the gravel that did not pros
pect cent to the cart-load when you did
get into bed of the river Of the tunnel
it took years to bore through the rimrock
of Table Mountain Z; of the high prices
paid for water, which took all the life out
of your profits in the hydraulic claim at
Coyote Creek of capital put into the Co.
lumbia quartz lead, whose rock assayed a
cent per pound, and whose actual returns
fell little short of cent per ton
of the fruitless scrambles to Fraz=r
river, to Colorado of the unsuccess-
full hunt for the Comstock extern
sion in Nevada. All this is useless.
Dozevillians have it firmly rooted in their
brains that when a man goes to California
it is his duty to get rich. That he does
not is an indication oE a loose screw in his
moral machinery. You cannot alter their
minds. They have locked in this convc-
ton for twenty years, and the wards are
too old and rusty to be tarned back with.
out danger of breaking to pieces.
You remain in your dear old Dozsville
couple of months Would you stay
there for life? VIII you call it your home
now?
No, no, no There IS another land,
nearer to the setting sun, which claims you
for her own. You are longing now for San
Francisco, with its afternoon gales and mo-
sale of nationality for the sight of the
Contra Costa hills, heoked in the spring
time with their thousand shades of green,
and clouds and sunshine; for Tamalpsis at
eve, with its avalanches OF white fog
rolling down its sides; for the great
inland plains, walled westward by
the dimly-blue Coast Range, east
ward by the far-away, snow tipped
Sierras for the dark green chaparral, ana
the scent of pine and balsam in the foot.
bills, with their rich foliage and heavy
laden vines. Dozeville is dear, but it is
not galvanic enough Tor you. You require
earthquakes, grizzlies and periodical gold
fevers. Dozeville is pleasant, calm and
quiet, but it seems the calm and quiet of
we'll. kept churchyard. It abounds over
much with widows, carefully outstanding
the property of deceased partners. 1t Is
outhanked by too many rheumatic aunts
with lame backs and Dutch clocks. Doze-
vile is dear because it was your hoyhood's
home; but the lively Dczeville of your
youth no longer exists; the realized Doze-
vile of 1872 has passed away forever
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