CHAPTER VI.

Mormon Exploration of the Middle Fork--Headquarters of the

Gold-hunters--The North Fork--Smith’s Bar--Damming--Great Luck of a

Frenchman and his Son--Kelsey’s Bar--Rise and Fall of the

Rivers--Return to Weaver’s Creek--Agricultural Prospects--Culoma

Sawmill--An Extensive and Expensive Breakfast--“Prospecting” on the

South Fork--Winter Quarters--Snow-storm--A Robbery--Summary

Justice--Garcia, Bissi, and Manuel--Lynch Law--Trial for attempt to

Murder--Execution of the Accused--Fine Weather--How the Gold became

distributed--Volcanic Craters.

The banks of the Middle Fork have proved richer than those of any other

tributary of the Sacramento River. The fork is the central one of three

streams, which rise in the Sierra Nevada, and course their way to the

American Fork, a large branch of the Sacramento, into which they empty.

The first exploration of the Middle Fork was made in the latter part of

June, 1848, by a party of Mormons who had been at work upon the South

Fork, and had left them for the hills in search of richer deposits than

were found there. The first diggings were made at the Spanish Bar, which

is about twelve miles in a direct line from Sutter’s Mill, and has

yielded at least a million of dollars. The Middle Fork has now been

explored to its very source in the Sierra, but has not been found so

rich above as it was below. Since my first trip there, I have travelled

for thirty miles on both its banks, and never yet washed a pan of its

earth without finding gold in it. When the immense tide of emigration

began to pour in from the United States, the Middle Fork was the grand

headquarters of the enthusiastic gold-hunters, and its banks have been

torn to their very bottoms, and incalculable treasures taken from them.

Within the past summer and fall, at least ten thousand people have been

at work upon this river, and at the fair average of one ounce, or even

ten dollars per day to a man, more than ten millions of dollars worth of

gold dust have been extracted on this river alone. Its banks having

ceased to furnish a very large amount of gold, the river itself has in

many places been diverted from its wonted course, a channel dug for it

through a bar, and its bed wrought,--in many cases yielding an immense

quantity of the precious metal, and in others, comparatively nothing.

This is now about the only profitable labour that can be performed here,

as the banks of the stream have been completely riddled; but when

companies with capital and scientific mining apparatus shall commence

operations here, a rich harvest will follow.

About ten miles beyond the Middle Fork, and coursing in the same

direction, is another stream, the North Fork, whose banks have proved

nearly equal in richness to those of the Middle Fork. Within the past

spring and summer some fifteen points on this river have been dammed,

the channel turned, and the bed of the river dug. In one case, a party

of five dammed the river near what is now called “Smith’s Bar.” The time

employed in damming off a space of some thirty feet was about two weeks,

after which from one to two thousand dollars a day were taken out by the

party, for the space of ten days,--the whole amount of gold extracted

being fifteen thousand dollars. Another party above them made another

dam, and in one week took out five thousand dollars. In other cases,

where unfavourable points in the river were selected, little or no gold

was found; and a fair average of the amount taken out, in parts of the

river which were dammed, I think I can safely state at fifty dollars per

day to a man.

Here is an immense field for a combination of capital and labour. As yet

no scientific apparatus has been introduced, and severe manual labour

alone has produced such golden results. When steam and money are united

for the purpose, I doubt not that the whole waters of the North and

Middle Forks will be turned from their channels, and immense canals dug

through the rugged mountains to bear them off. There are placers upon

the Middle Fork, where, within a space of twenty square feet, are lying

undisturbed pounds of gold. This may appear startling; but facts and

experience have led me to an analogical mode of reasoning, which has

proved it to my own mind conclusively. A Frenchman and his boy, who were

working on the Middle Fork in November, 1848, found a place in the river

where they could scrape from the bottom the sands which had gathered in

the crevices and pockets of the rocks. These were washed in a machine,

and in four days’ time the father and son had taken from the river’s bed

three thousand dollars, and this with nothing but a hoe and spade. Two

men on Kelsey’s Bar, on the Middle Fork, adopted the same process, and

in two days washed from the earth, thus procured, fifty pounds of gold,

amounting to nearly ten thousand dollars. The great difficulty in the

way of labouring in this manner is, that there are very few places where

the water is sufficiently shallow to permit it, and the river bed is so

rocky, and the current so strong, that it is only in places where it

becomes a pool of still water that the soil can be taken from its

bottom.

The width of the Middle Fork is in most places about thirty feet, and

that of the North a little less. The current of both rivers is very

strong, being at the rate of five or six miles an hour. The beds of

these rivers are composed of huge rocks, tumbled together as they are

upon the banks; and it is in the crevices and pockets of these rocks

that the gold has secreted itself. Where the stream is narrow and the

current strong, the probability is that there is but little gold; but

where it expands, and the water becomes more quiet, the gold has settled

peacefully, there to remain till the hand of some irreverent Yankee

shall remove it from its hiding-place.

During the months of September, October, and November, and sometimes a

part of December, the rivers are at their lowest ebb, when the water is

from three to eight feet deep in the Middle and North Forks. In the

latter part of December, or the early part of January, when the yearly

rains commence, the rivers become swollen, sometimes rising eight or ten

feet in the course of a week’s rain. During the winter the rivers are

continually rising and falling, as the rains cease or commence again.

About the first of March, the snows which have fallen during the winter

begin to melt on the mountains, and flow in little streams down the

mountain sides. Every warm day raises the rivers perceptibly, sometimes

to the extent of four feet in a single day, so that in the heat of

summer they are fifteen feet higher than in the fall. The only

practicable time for damming is in the fall, or early in the spring.

When I dropped the thread of this narrative, I left myself about to

start up the hill on my return with the remainder of the party to

Weaver’s Creek. We found the journey up more toilsome than it had been

before, as the soil was reduced to a pasty consistency, into which we

sank ankle deep at every step, and the rocks were rendered so slimy and

slippery by the rain, that it was with great difficulty we could

maintain our foothold when climbing over them. After a tedious three

hours’ struggle, however, we succeeded in reaching the top, where we

encamped again, and the next day travelled to the summit of the hill

which overlooks Culoma. There we again encamped, and the following

morning entered the settlement. The country between the mill and the

Middle Fork is made up of a succession of hills, covered with oak trees,

and interspersed with beautifully watered valleys. In these valleys the

soil is a rich black loam, while the hills are barren, and of a red,

gravelly soil. As yet no attempts at agriculture have been made in this

region, but I am satisfied that the valleys would produce the common

field crops in great profusion.

We reached the mill about nine o’clock in the morning, a little too late

to get a breakfast at one of the stores, where sometimes the proprietor

was sufficiently generous to accommodate a traveller with a meal for the

moderate price of five dollars. The only resource was to lay a cloth on

the storekeeper’s counter, and make a breakfast on crackers, cheese, and

sardines. In order not to make a rush upon the trade, we divided

ourselves into three parties, each going to a different store. Mac and

myself went together, and made a breakfast from the following

items;--one box of sardines, one pound of sea-biscuit, one pound of

butter, a half-pound of cheese, and two bottles of ale. We ate and drank

with great gusto, and, when we had concluded our repast called for the

bill. It was such a curiosity in the annals of a retail grocery

business, that I preserved it, and here are the items. It may remind

some of Falstaff’s famous bill for bread and sack.

One box of sardines, $16 00

One pound of hard bread, 2 00

One pound of butter, 6 00

A half-pound of cheese, 3 00

Two bottles of ale, 16 00

------

Total, $43 00

A pretty expensive breakfast, thought we! If I ever get out of these

hills, and sit and sip my coffee and eat an omelet, at a mere nominal

expense, in a marble palace, with a hundred waiters at my back, I shall

send back a glance of memory at the breakfast I ate at Culoma saw-mill.

We laid over at the mill during the day, and travelled a mile or two up

and down the South Fork “prospecting.” It appeared remarkable that here,

where the gold was first discovered, and while hundreds and thousands

were crowding to the mines, not a single man was at work upon the South

Fork. But very little digging has ever been done at the mill, although I

doubt not there will yet be found vast deposits of gold on the banks of

the South Fork. We tried several places, and invariably found gold, but

in such small quantities that we thought it would not be profitable to

work there; and the day after, as the rain had ceased, we went into

Weaver’s Creek, with a huge load of blankets on our backs, sweating

under a broiling sun.

We found our companions there, anxiously waiting for our return, and

eager to listen to the glowing report we made them of our early success,

but disappointed almost as much as we were at the unfortunate ending of

the affair. We determined to settle down quietly for the rest of the

winter in our log house, and take our chance among the dry diggings. It

had by this time commenced snowing; and from the first until the

fifteenth of January it continued falling heavily, so that by the middle

of January it was about four feet deep on a level. All labour was of

course suspended, and we lay by in our log house, and amused ourselves

by playing cards, reading, washing our clothing, and speculating on the

future results of gold-digging. By the middle of January the snow

ceased, and the rain again commenced; and in a few days, the snow

having been entirely washed off the surface, we anticipated being soon

able to recommence operations.

A scene occurred about this time that exhibits in a striking light, the

summary manner in which “justice” is dispensed in a community where

there are no legal tribunals. We received a report on the afternoon of

January 20th, that five men had been arrested at the dry diggings, and

were under trial for a robbery. The circumstances were these:--A Mexican

gambler, named Lopez, having in his possession a large amount of money,

retired to his room at night, and was surprised about midnight by five

men rushing into his apartment, one of whom applied a pistol to his

head, while the others barred the door and proceeded to rifle his trunk.

An alarm being given, some of the citizens rushed in, and arrested the

whole party. Next day they were tried by a jury chosen from among the

citizens, and sentenced to receive thirty-nine lashes each, on the

following morning. Never having witnessed a punishment inflicted by

Lynch-law, I went over to the dry diggings on a clear Sunday morning,

and on my arrival, found a large crowd collected around an oak tree, to

which was lashed a man with a bared back, while another was applying a

raw cowhide to his already gored flesh. A guard of a dozen men, with

loaded rifles pointed at the prisoners, stood ready to fire in case of

an attempt being made to escape. After the whole had been flogged, some

fresh charges were preferred against three of the men--two Frenchmen,

named Garcia and Bissi, and a Chileno, named Manuel. These were charged

with a robbery and attempt to murder, on the Stanislaus River, during

the previous fall. The unhappy men were removed to a neighbouring house,

and being so weak from their punishment as to be unable to stand, were

laid stretched upon the floor. As it was not possible for them to

attend, they were tried in the open air, in their absence, by a crowd

of some two hundred men, who had organized themselves into a jury, and

appointed a _pro tempore_ judge. The charges against them were well

substantiated, but amounted to nothing more than an attempt at robbery

and murder; no overt act being even alleged. They were known to be bad

men, however, and a general sentiment seemed to prevail in the crowd

that they ought to be got rid of. At the close of the trial, which

lasted some thirty minutes, the Judge put to vote the question whether

they had been proved guilty. A universal affirmative was the response;

and then the question, “What punishment shall be inflicted?” was asked.

A brutal-looking fellow in the crowd, cried out, “Hang them.” The

proposition was seconded, and met with almost universal approbation. I

mounted a stump, and in the name of God, humanity, and law, protested

against such a course of proceeding; but the crowd, by this time excited

by frequent and deep potations of liquor from a neighbouring groggery,

would listen to nothing contrary to their brutal desires, and even

threatened to hang me if I did not immediately desist from any further

remarks. Somewhat fearful that such might be my fate, and seeing the

utter uselessness of further argument with them, I ceased, and prepared

to witness the horrible tragedy. Thirty minutes only were allowed the

unhappy victims to prepare themselves to enter on the scenes of

eternity. Three ropes were procured, and attached to the limb of a tree.

The prisoners were marched out, placed upon a wagon, and the ropes put

round their necks. No time was given them for explanation. They vainly

tried to speak, but none of them understanding English, they were

obliged to employ their native tongues, which but few of those assembled

understood. Vainly they called for an interpreter, for their cries were

drowned by the yells of a now infuriated mob. A black handkerchief was

bound around the eyes of each; their arms were pinioned, and at a given

signal, without priest or prayer-book, the wagon was drawn from under

them, and they were launched into eternity. Their graves were dug ready

to receive them, and when life was entirely extinct, they were cut down

and buried in their blankets. This was the first execution I ever

witnessed.--God grant that it may be the last!

The bad weather had cleared off, and our gold-digging life was again

commenced; and the little ravines that ran down from the hillsides

afforded us ample field for labour. The regularity and extent with which

the gold is scattered in California is remarkable. When wearied with our

continual labour in the immediate vicinity of our house, we would

sometimes start on a “prospecting” expedition some five or six miles

distant. During all these searches I have never yet struck a pickaxe

into a ravine without finding gold,--sometimes, however, in such small

quantities as not to justify the expenditure of individual manual

labour. Through this vast territory it is scattered everywhere, as

plentifully as the rich blessings of the Providence that created it. Our

labours usually yielded us sixteen dollars per day to each man

throughout the whole winter.

Various have been the speculations upon the manner in which the gold

became distributed in the gold-region of California. Some have supposed

that, like the stones that cover the earth’s surface, it was always

there; and others, that it has sprung from some great fountain-head, and

by a tremendous volcanic eruption been scattered over an extensive

territory. With these latter I agree; and observation and experience

have proved to me most conclusively the truth of this theory. The gold

found in every placer in California bears the most indubitable marks of

having, at some time, been in a molten state. In many parts it is

closely intermixed with quartz, into which it has evidently been

injected while in a state of fusion; and I have myself seen many pieces

of gold completely coated with a black cement that resembled the lava of

a volcano. The variety of form, which the placer gold of California has

assumed, is in itself sufficient evidence of the fact that it has been

thrown over the surface while in a melted state. The earliest

comparisons of the California gold were to pieces of molten lead dropped

into water. The whole territory of the gold region bears the plainest

and most distinct marks of being volcanic. The soil is of a red, brick

colour, in many places entirely barren, and covered with a flinty rock

or pebble, entirely parched in the summer, and during the rainy season

becoming a perfect mire. The formation of the hills, the succession of

gorges, the entire absence of fertility in many portions, distinctly

exhibit the result of a great up-heaving during past times. But there is

one phenomenon in the mining region which defies all geological research

founded upon any other premises than volcanic formation. Throughout the

whole territory, so generally that it has become an indication of the

presence of gold, a white slate rock is found, and is the principal kind

of rock in the mining region. This rock, instead of lying, as slate rock

does in other portions of the earth, in horizontal strata, is

perpendicular, or nearly so; seeming to have been torn up from its very

bed and left in this position. On the banks of the Middle Fork are

several excavations, which can only be accounted for upon the

supposition that they were at some time volcanic craters. There is one

of these on the mountain side, about five miles below the “Big Bar;”

from which, running down to the base of the mountains, is a wide gorge

entirely destitute of verdure, while the earth around it is covered with

shrubbery. This, I am fully convinced, was the bed of the lava stream

that was thrown up from the crater; and in searching for gold at the

foot of it, I found several pieces entirely covered with the black

cement or lava, of which I have previously spoken. From all these

evidences, I am fully satisfied that at some early date in the world’s

history, by some tremendous volcanic eruption, or by a succession of

them, gold, which was existing in the form of ore, mixed with quartz

rock, was fused and separated from its surrounding substances, and

scattered through every plain, hill, and valley, over an immense

territory. By its own gravity, and the continual washing of the rains,

it sank into the earth until it reached a rock, or hard, impenetrable

clay. It still continued washing and sliding down the hillside, until it

reached the rivers or ravines, and in the former was washed along with

its current until it settled in some secure place in their beds, or was

deposited upon their banks; and in the latter, rested among the crevices

of rocks.

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