Sutter’s Mill--Discovery of the Placers--Marshall and
Bennett--Great Excitement--Desertion of the _Pueblos_, and general
Rush for the Mines--Gold Mine Prices--Descent into a _Cañon_--Banks
of the Middle Fork--Pan Washing--Good Luck--Our Camp--Terrific Rain
Storm--Sudden Rise of the River.
During the month of January, 1848, two men, named Marshall and Bennett,
were engaged in the erection of a saw-mill located by John A. Sutter on
the South Fork of the American River, at a point, where oak, pine,
cypress, and cedar trees covered the surrounding hills, and where Indian
labour was to be procured at a mere nominal price. These were the
motives that prompted Sutter to establish a mill and trading post in
this, then unknown, region. Little did he imagine or foresee that, in
the hands of an overruling Providence, he was to be the instrument to
disclose to mankind riches of which the most sanguine day-dreamer never
dreamt, and open caves in which the wonderful lamp of Aladdin would have
been dimmed by the surrounding brightness.
One morning Marshall, while examining the tail-race of the mill,
discovered, much to his astonishment, some small shining particles in
the sand at the bottom of the race, which upon examination he became
satisfied were gold. Not content, however, with his own investigations,
some specimens which were found throughout the whole race were sent to
San Francisco by Bennett, where an assayer removed all doubt of their
nature and purity. The discovery was kept a profound secret while
Bennett proceeded to Monterey and tried to obtain a grant of the land on
which the gold had been found from Colonel Mason, then Governor of the
Territory. Colonel Mason informed him, however, that he had no authority
to make any such conveyance, and Bennett returned to San Francisco,
where he exhibited his specimens to Sam. Brannan, Mr. Hastings, and
several others. A number of persons immediately visited the spot, and
satisfied their curiosity. Captain Sutter himself came to San Francisco,
and confirmed the statements of Bennett, and about the 1st of April, the
story became public property. Of course, the news spread like wild fire,
and in less than one week after the news reached Monterey, one thousand
people were on their way to the gold region. The more staid and sensible
citizens affected to view it as an illusion, and cautioned the people
against the fearful reaction that would inevitably ensue. Yet many a man
who one day boldly pronounced the discovery a humbug, and the
gold-hunters little better than maniacs, was seen on the morrow
stealthily wending his way, with a tin pan and shovel concealed beneath
his cloak or _serape_, to a launch about proceeding up the golden
Sacramento. Before the middle of July, the whole lower country was
depopulated. Rancheros left their herds to revel in delightful liberty
upon the hills of their ranchos; merchants closed their stores, lawyers
left their clients, doctors their patients, soldiers took “French
leave.” Colonel Mason, then Governor of California, was himself seized
with the “mania,” and taking his adjutant and an escort, started for the
mines, “in order to be better able to make a report to the Government.”
The alcalde of San Francisco stopped the wheels of justice, and went
also. Every idler in the country, who could purchase, beg, or steal, a
horse, was off, and ere the first of August the principal towns were
entirely deserted.
In San Francisco, the very headquarters of all the business in
California, there were, at this time, but seven male inhabitants, and
but one store open. In the mean time the most extravagant stories were
in circulation. Hundreds and sometimes even thousands of dollars were
spoken of as the reward of a day’s labour. Indians were said to pay
readily a hundred dollars for a blanket, sixteen for a bottle of grog,
and everything else in proportion. In the mean time, new discoveries had
been made at Mormon Island, as far north as the Yuba River, and as far
south as the Stanislaus; and the mining population had swelled to about
three thousand. The stories that had been put in circulation in regard
to the richness of the _placers_ were in the main true. A few months
after their discovery I saw men, in whom I placed the utmost confidence,
who assured me that for days in succession they had dug from the bowels
of the earth over five hundred dollars a day.
But I have digressed in my narrative, and must now return to Culoma. We
purchased from one of the stores two hundred pounds of flour, for which
we paid three hundred dollars, one hundred pounds of pork for two
hundred dollars, and sugar and coffee at a dollar a pound, amounting to
another hundred dollars, making in all six hundred dollars expended for
about two months’ provisions. We crossed the South Fork, and mounting a
lofty hill overlooking the river, encamped for the night on its summit.
The next day we descended the hill, and passing through a long and
watered valley, struck the “divide” or ridge, which overhangs the river
at a point three miles above the “Spanish Bar,” at dusk. We again
encamped, anxious for a long and invigorating sleep to prepare us for a
descent in the morning.
The hill was so steep and entirely trackless and covered with such a
thick scrubby brush, that we abandoned the idea which we had entertained
of leading our mules with their packs on down to the river; and
distributing the load, each one took his share of the half of it, and
commenced the terrible descent into the _canon_. A jolly good fellow,
named M’Gee, a brother officer of mine in the regiment, had a good-sized
buck we had killed in the morning allotted as his burden, and, pioneer
like, started ahead; I followed with a bag of flour, and the remainder
variously burdened, brought up the rear. The hill was so steep, and so
craggy, that in many places we arrived at jagged rocks where a
perpendicular descent was to be made. At one of these, Mac, who was a
wild, harum-scarum fellow, had found himself just upon its very verge,
from a run or slide he had made above it. He was in a dangerous
position, his buck slung over his shoulders, and his only hope was to
precipitate the animal down the crag into a gulf that yawned below. Down
went the buck, and Mac as quickly as possible followed it; he found it
two or three hundred yards below us, rendered amazingly tender by its
voyage. The descent was a terrible and tedious one, and when about half
way down, we first discovered the river, looking like a little rivulet,
winding through its rock-girdled banks. About noon, after a two hours’
tiresome travel, we reached our camping-place on the narrow river bank,
and, depositing our loads, again ascended for the remainder of our
provisions.
The banks of the Middle Fork, on which we encamped, were rugged and
rocky. Awful and mysterious mountains of huge granite boulders towered
aloft with solemn grandeur, seeming piled up upon each other as though
some destroying angel had stood on the summit of the lofty hills and
cast promiscuously these rocks headlong down the steep.
What a wild scene was before us! A river rapidly coursing through a pile
of rocks, and on each side of it hills that seemed to reach the clouds.
The mountains that overlook this river are about two miles in height,
and are probably as difficult of travel as any in the world.
It puzzled us greatly to find a camping-place, although we had no tent
to pitch, and only wanted room to spread our blankets on a rock. I
searched the river up and down for fifty yards in this laudable
endeavour, and finally succeeded in finding a little triangular crevice,
formed by two boulders resting against each other, into which I crept,
and slept that night, with the pleasant anticipation that the rocks
above might possibly give way, in which case my gold-digging dreams
would meet with a woful denouement by my being crushed to atoms. No such
fate overtook me, however, and the next morning I arose fresh and
hearty, to commence my first day’s labour on the golden banks of the
Middle Fork.
We had packed on the back of one of our mules a sufficient number of
boards from Culoma to construct a machine, and the morning after our
arrival placed two of our party at work for this purpose, while the rest
of us were to dig; and, taking our pans, crowbars, and picks, we
commenced operations. Our first attempt was to search around the base of
a lofty boulder, which weighed probably some twenty tons, in hopes of
finding a crevice in the rock on which it rested, in which a deposit of
gold might have been made; nor were we unsuccessful. Around the base of
the rock was a filling up of gravel and clay, which we removed with much
labour, when our eyes were gladdened with the sight of gold strewn all
over its surface, and intermixed with a blackish sand. This we gathered
up and washed in our pans, and ere night four of us had dug and washed
twenty-six ounces of gold, being about four hundred and sixteen
dollars. The process of pan-washing is the simplest mode of separating
the golden particles from the earth with which it is amalgamated. A
common-sized tin pan is filled with the soil containing the gold. This
is taken to the nearest water and sunk until the water overspreads the
surface of the pan. The earth is then thoroughly mixed with water and
the stones taken out with the hand. A half rotary motion is given to the
pan with both hands; and, as it is filled, it is lifted from the water,
and the loose light dirt which rises to the surface washed out, until
the bottom of the pan is nearly reached. The gold being heavier than the
earth, sinks by its own weight to the bottom, and is there found at the
close of the washing, mixed with a heavy black sand. This is placed in a
cup or another pan till the day’s labour is finished, when the whole is
dried before the fire and the sand carefully blown away. The gold which
we found the first day was principally procured by washing, although two
pieces, one weighing thirteen and the other seventeen dollars, were
taken from a little pocket on the rock. We returned to camp exceedingly
elated with our first attempt; and gathering some green branches of
trees built a fire, cooked some venison, crawled into our holes and went
to sleep.
The next day, our machine being ready, we looked for a place to work it,
and soon found a little beach, which extended back some five or six
yards before it reached the rocks. The upper soil was a light black
sand, on the surface of which we could see the particles of gold
shining, and could in fact gather them up with our fingers. In digging
below this, we struck a red, stony gravel that appeared perfectly alive
with gold, shining and pure. We threw off the top earth and commenced
our washings with the gravel, which proved so rich, that, excited by
curiosity, we weighed the gold extracted from the first washing of
fifty pansful of earth, and found seventy-five dollars, or nearly five
ounces of gold to be the result. We made six washings during the day,
and placed in our common purse that night a little over two
pounds,--about four hundred dollars worth of gold dust.
Our camp was merry that night. Seated on the surface of a huge rock, we
cooked and ate our venison, drank our coffee, and revelled in the idea
that we had stolen away from the peopled world, and were living in an
obscure corner, unseen by its inhabitants, with no living being within
many miles of us, and in a spot where gold was almost as plentiful as
the pebble stones that covered it.
After working three days with the machine, the earth we had been washing
began to give out, and it became necessary for us to look for a new
place: accordingly on the fourth morning, we commenced “prospecting.”
Three of us started down, and three up the river. I sauntered on ahead
of the party on the lower expedition until, about three hundred yards
from camp, I found a pile of rocks that I thought afforded a reasonable
“prospect.” I started down to the river bank, and seated myself at the
foot of a vast rock to look around me. I observed above me, and running
in a direct course down the rocky bank, a large crevice, which I
carefully searched as high up as I could reach, but found only a very
small quantity of gold. Being disappointed in this, I determined to
trace the crevice to its outlet, confident that there a deposit of gold
must have been made. I traced the crevice down nearly to the edge of the
water, where it terminated in a large hole or pocket, on the face of a
rock which was filled with closely packed gravel. With a knife and spoon
I dug this out, and till when near the bottom of the pocket, I found the
earth which I brought up in my spoon contained gold, and the last
spoonful I took from the pocket was nearly pure gold in little lumpy
pieces. I gathered up all the loose gold, when I reached the stony
bottom of the pocket, which appeared to be of pure gold, but upon
probing it, I found it to be only a thin covering which by its own
weight and the pressure above it, had spread and attached itself to the
rock. Crossing the river, I continued my search, and, after digging some
time, struck upon a hard, reddish clay, a few feet from the surface.
After two hours’ work, I succeeded in finding a “pocket” out of which I
extracted three lumps of pure gold, and one small piece mixed with
oxydized quartz. Elated with my good luck, I returned to camp, and
weighing the gold, found the first lot amounted to twelve and a half
ounces, or two hundred dollars, and the four lumps last found, to weigh
sixteen and three quarter ounces. The largest pieces weighed no less
than seven ounces troy. My success this day was, of course, entirely the
result of accident; but another of the party had also found a pocket
containing about two hundred and seventy dollars, and a place which
promised a rich harvest for our machine.
The gold thus found in pockets and crevices upon the river banks, is
washed from the hills above them. In searching for the course of the
metal, I have found small quantities by digging on the hill-tops, and am
fully persuaded that the gold is washed by the rains, until seeking, as
it always does, a permanent bottom, it rests in any pocket or crevice
that can prevent it from being washed further, or falls into a stream
running at the base of the hills, to find a resting-place in its bed, or
be again deposited on its banks. If this theory be true, the beds of the
rivers whose banks contain gold must be very rich in the precious metal,
and recent labours in damming and turning the courses of certain
portions of them, have so proved. The richest deposits of gold upon the
rivers are found on what are called the “bars.” These bars are places
where there is an extension of the bank into the river, and round which
the stream winds, leaving, of course, a greater amount of surface than
there is upon the bank generally. They are covered with large rocks
deeply imbedded in the soil, which upon most of them is a red gravel,
extending to the solid formation of rock beneath.
There are two theories upon which the superior richness of the bars can
be accounted for. The first is, that the river in its annual overflows
has made the deposits of gold here, and that being more level and broad
than the river’s banks, they retain a larger quantity of the gold thus
deposited. The other, and the only one that accounts for the formation
of the bars themselves, is, that where they now are, the river formerly
ran; and that they were once the river’s bed, but that from some natural
cause, the channel has been changed and a new one made; and thus, are
left dry, these large portions of the river’s bed which annually receive
fresh deposits of gold from it in its overflow.
We were all ready to commence operations on our new place in the
morning, when, on waking, we found the sky hazy, and soon after
breakfast a severe rain set in. We crept into our holes and remained
there through the day, hoping for a cessation of the rain before the
morning, but it continued pouring in torrents. Never have I seen rain
come down as it did then and there; not only the “windows” but the very
floodgates “of heaven” seemed opened upon us, and through that doleful
night we lay upon our blanketed rocks, listening to the solemn music of
the swollen river rushing rapidly by us, and the big rain torrents
pouring upon its breast. In the morning we found that the river had
risen four feet, and observing, high above our camp, the marks of the
height to which it had attained during previous seasons, we judged it
prudent to be looking for higher quarters. The rain continued raising
the river through the second and third days, nearly three feet more,
until it nearly reached our rock-couches. We talked the matter over, and
determined to leave the next day, and return to our winter quarters on
Weaver’s Creek. We felt, of course, a profound sorrow at leaving our
rich spot, after having satisfied ourselves that a few months’ labour in
it would make us all wealthy men,--after having succeeded, with great
labour, in transporting to it two or three months’ provisions, and
having suffered so much by resting (if resting it could be called) our
labour-wearied bones upon rocks of the most unaccommodating and
inelastic character. But the dreaded rainy season we knew had commenced,
and rosy health was better than the brightest gold, so we stowed away
our provisions with the exception of what we supposed would be requisite
for our journey homeward, and on the fourth morning after the rain
commenced, took our line of march up the formidable hill.