Year: 1860

September 3Oth.


DEAR DEMOCRAT After the grand Doug
las gloridcation at Grass Valley, on Saturday
night, during which John Nugent, Judge
Brosnan and Judge Mcconnell entertained
the crowd of citizens with their eloquence,
a. b. Dibble Esq, invited those gentlemen
and Others among whom our humble self
was included, to his delightful residence, a
little out of the business portion of the town
and there seated us at a most magnificent
banquet. 1t was late before the supper was
over, Gut the "time flew by wi tentless
heed, and "twiXt the late and early, your
humble servant and a half dozen of the Neva.
da boys, including that jolly butcher, Kent,
and that whole-hearted lover of true fun and
sound Democracy, Martin Branan, mounted
behind a fast team, over the superb turnpike
road Zone of the finest in the State) rolled
into Nevada at 2;40 speed, and arrived there
at an hour which was full bed time at least
Early in the morning, having barely had
time to greet our most excellent and warm
hearted friend, Gen. Allen, ofthe Transcript,
(God bless him, and may he live a thousand
years y we, that is to say the writer, jumped
into the stage for San Juan, and arrived here
at about eleven o'clock in the morning Sat
urday). Here we have been ever since, and
here do We find such very marked kindness
and hospitality that we would fain remain
for an indefinite length of time to come. We
find our friend Bausman, of the San Juan
Press, in admirable health and spirits, and
his paper hourishing. To say that the vari-
Gus hours which We spent at his home on the
hillside were delightful would be, TO any one
at all acquainted with him and his fascina
ting lady, a superhuous observation. He
lives in a neat little cottage with shrubs and
trees around, piney mountain in the back
ground and a wide prospect of tall, blue
ranges in the distance. 1t is peculiarly
| pleasant spot for the home of man like
Bausman, poet and an editor. We must
mention that there is one thing of which
Bausman is especially proud, and that is a
beautiful, bright eyed boy who has come to
his pGternal hearth, like descended blessing
| Heaven-sent from the Lord of the Angels.


We see in the eastern suburbs of San Juan
many pleasant residences, embosomed here
and there in fragrant gardens and other
where in green and fourishing orchards
Among the most attractive of these is The
residence Of Dr. 0. F. Clark, a man of taste
and letters. In the midst of his orchard ar,
two cool and gushing springs, which threat
their way among the trees with silver
sweetness. His cabin stands on the border
Of his field, in reach of the music of the pine:
that are here and there rooted in the hill
sides, and its picturesque aspect adds much
to the quiet beauty of the scene.


The Sunday has been very like sabbath
in respect TO the sound of the chureh-goino
bell on one l.iil and much unlike it in re.
spect to TO the shooting match on the other.
Sunday turkeys and an indefinite number OF
chickens forfeited their lives to The unerring
aim Of the jolly mountain marksmen. To say
that ,ne Of the turkeys fell at the crack of a
rifle in the hands of your humble servant, at
distance of two hundred yards, would be
( to impeach the editorial character, not for
yeracily, but for a due regard for the Sab
bath, and consequently we will leave the
fact unmentioned.


The business of the town is on healthy
basis, and we are told that a state of un
bounded prosperity would exist, if water
would only come down TO twelve cents an
inch The owners of the water seem to think
that they cannot afford it at that price


We are taking some notes of this region.
aud will probably write them out on our re
turn home. AT present we must be excused
by the readers of the DEMOCRAT for Il very
briefand imperfect epstle.


The Douglas cause is holding its own in
these parts with vigor. We have met with
many Of our old time friends from the sunny
South and the honest West, and find them
almost to man in favor of Douglas and
johnson. Yours truly, R.


COMMON COUNCIL.