The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1903-08-27

upon the Pioneers of California and Ne
yada. In an editorial reference to the
article the Bee said:
ut is most eloquent tribute to race
almost extinct, from the pen Of one of
the most brilliant men who ever con-
Quoted an editorial page, and one of the
brayest souls who ever battled against
entrenched injustice and empurpled
wrong. Charley Goodwin is no longer
young, nor even middle-aged. He is
walking down the hillside where the
shadows are beginning to gather. But
his heart is as light, and his pen as true,
his soul as undaunted, as when in his
prime he made the Virginia City Enter
prise au eritome of all that was brightest
aud best in newspaperdom. No one can
read his tribute to the old pioneers on
this page to day and not recognize the
gentle heart and kindly soul still green
in this old penman eloquent. And he
who reads that tribute must also feel
that the old race OF brilliant editors will
not have entirely passed away SO long as
Charley Goodwin lives to draw liberal
draughts from his inexhaustible well Of
English undefiled."
We make the following extracts from
the old mans interesting and eloquent
article:
"When the Comstock was discovered
the pent-up energy Of the great State be-
gan to expand beyond its borders. On
the Comstock the problem of mining and
reducing silver ores was seized upon,
and within four years experts from the
Hartz Mountains came to study the ad-
vances in the work which had not been
discovered in Germany in thousand
years Of mining. From that point the
same race spread out and gave direction
to mining in all the great realm between
the Sierras and Rocky mountains, and
spread their Anericanism with their
mining.
"They arc nearly all gone now; gone,
and some Of the noblest of them are
quite forgotten. No one will ever know
what hopes they repressed, what re-
verses they met. what they suffered,
what hardships they underwent, until at
last when they lay down to sleep the
frost that fell upon their hair would not
melt in the sun of the morning, until,
o'erweary, they thought they would sleep
a little longer, and from the sleep passed
on.
"Not many are left, but | saw one but
recently. More than four score years of
age, he has mines in Utah, In Idaho,
great possessions in California and New
York, and be still exclusively looks after
all his affairs. His step is sprightly, his
eyes are bright, he has the old Golden
State jolly ways about him, age cannot
wither him nor custom stale bis marvel
Gus vitality, and when | saw him last
thought of what Senator Vest once said
Of Senator Morrill,: Look at Morrill,
said he. When the day of judgment
comes they will have to shoot Morrill,
A friend tells me Of his youth. lie is
worth millions now aud wears hand-me-
down clothing, but in the old days before
he had his millions it was different. He
was then the best dressed and one OF the
handsomest young men in California,
and understood and practiced all the re-
quirements OF polite society. But it is
in his record that in one OF those old
daye he unbent. 1t was on Christmas
day, 1852.
"At that time, am told, g great flood
had submerged Sacramento and covered
half the site of Marysville. The other
half was afcat ip sea of mud about
ten inches deep.
"Well, the legend runs that on that
Christmas morning in Marysville, a
party of young men, all equipped with
the regulation long rubber boots, en-
gagged the tallest and slinmest man in
the little city to play the fife, and the
shortest and stubbiest man to beat u
huge bass drum, and with this band
they paraded the city and played before
every house. When the proprietor of a
house opened his doors and rendered
mash and cigars, tho company cheered
him to the echo; whea the music brought
no response the company gave three OF
the old. day California groans. The art
of calling up that groan has been lost.
Thus they paraded the whole day, and
the legend further rehearses that the
same millionaire, who now is alert and
joyous and shrewd as ever, though in
the eighties, led that band. The ex-
PLANTATION he makes of his age is worth
remembering. He says man is only
as old as he feels, and that while he has
necessary worlI to perform, it is his bus
mess to keep doing it; so he works be-
cause it is his first and second nature TO
work, and that is one of his ways of en-