The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1897-06-30

DoDD AND TUE WOMAN RODE UP THE GULCu
ON THEIR MULES.
Sacramento, with strong arm and "A
bravo heart. for new camp and new
claim.
In tho big gulch, where he had stop
ped one day, under the midday sun, for
his coffee, he washed out pan or two,
and things looked promising Other
men came his way, dropping in by acci-
dent. until there were II score of them.
The creek i'll the gulch panned out bet
ter every day, and they found IL fair
lead in the hills, so they staked out the
camp and called it Downievile.
When Jack made his pile, he went
back east and he died there, but he left
Downieyillo rs "a monument to his mem
DRY.
Miles to the north of Downieville
and to the south there We're gentle hills.
green III the summer and brown III the
winter, and through the hills ran II
crooked creek, with "a ripping song OF
its own. To the west and to the east
We're rugged bluffs and cathedral walls,
sheer and high, az if giant hands had
carved them, and the clouds hung down
like gray blankets on the brown peaks
of the mountains.
The rugged bluffs echoed the sound
of the long tom and the rocker, and
from the mountain tops above the men
at work looked like red ants carrying
their burdens. They turned the creek
bed and threw up dirt i'll the dry gulches
and dug to the bedrock and built little
mountains of gravel everywhere i'll their
desperate search for the yellow gold.
David Dodd, who kept the store in
Downieville returned one day from
Sacramento, VIII Their he had journeyed
to purchase stock-red shirts and pick
axes and tin plates and plug tobacco
In his store he sold about everything
but rum. He confessed to a prejudice
against selling rum, but he owned &c
none against drinking it. Thus it hap
pened the Silver Star saloon had mo.
nopoly i'll the drink line.
When Dodd went away he went
alone. When he came back, he brought
woman with him He called her
Mrs. Dodd, and she said she was. To
make portrait of her ono required but
three oils. Her face was red her hair
was black, and her dress was brown.
Four were the total of her gowns, and
all were brown. The little hat she wore
was red, like her face and her eyes
were as black as her hair
Dodd showed the men who were in
quisitive a paper, duly signed by the
Baptist parson Of Sacramento. 1t said
she ,fIs of the age of Al, and her name
was Ellen Shanks. The men in Downie-
Vile received her with favor and gen
tility, and as PIE was the first woman
to arrive at the gulch the most Of them
We're too overjoyed at her presence to
ask foolish questions.
Dodd and the woman rode up the
gulch on their mules at shutdown. In
an hour every man III the camp had
passed upon her favorsbly. and crowd
gathered at the bar Of the Silver Star.
Toby Wimple raised his tin cup neck
high. and be shouted toast
Theirs en- angel in camp, an yero's
% 'er health" he cried as he wiggled
his red whiskers from side to side.
Drink to Their luck NV Mrs. Dodd nv
Downieyille. "
They drank with cheer.
Fill EN- up again" cried hoarse
voice at the other end Of the bar, and
Waily Dimmick, red shirted and six
footed, proposed second toast.
"An yeres fer ther old man." he
reared Drink 'er down fer Dodd.
And the red ruin gurgled in their
threats
There were 50 men in Downieville,
including the two Cinnamon. They
were a hard lot, bat they were generous