CHAPTER XI.

PINE-TREES--SUGAR-PINES--WOODPECKERS AND ACORNS--QUARTZ

VEINS--COYOTE DIGGINGS--SPECULATIVE MINING--HIRING OUT--AVERAGE

YIELD OF THE MINES--LOAFERS--AN OLD SAILOR ON A SPREE--START FOR

THE YUBA--VEGETABLES--AN OLD FRIEND--“PACKING”--MEXICAN PACKERS AND

PACK-MULES.

In this part of the country the pine-trees are of an immense size, and

of every variety. The most graceful is what is called the “sugar pine.”

It is perfectly straight and cylindrical, with a comparatively smooth

bark, and, till about four-fifths of its height from the ground, without

a branch or even a twig. The branches then spread straight out from the

stem, drooping a good deal at the extremities from the weight of the

immense cones which they bear. These are about a foot and a half long,

and under each leaf is a seed the size of a cherrystone, and which has a

taste even sweeter than that of a filbert. The Indians are very fond of

them, and make the squaws gather them for winter food.

A peculiarity of the pine-trees in California is, that the bark, from

within eight or ten feet of the ground up to where the branches

commence, is completely riddled with holes, such as might be made with

musket-balls. They are, however, the work of the woodpeckers, who, like

the Indians, are largely interested in the acorn crop. They are

constantly making these holes, in each of which they stow away an acorn,

leaving it as tightly wedged in as though it were driven in with a

sledge-hammer.

There were several quartz veins in the neighbourhood of Nevada, some of

which were very rich, and yielded a large amount of gold; but, generally

speaking, they were so unscientifically and unprofitably worked that

they turned out complete failures.

Quartz mining is a scientific operation, of which many of those who

undertook to work the veins had no knowledge whatever, nor had they

sufficient capital to carry on such a business. The cost of erecting

crushing-mills, and of getting the necessary iron castings from San

Francisco, was very great. A vast deal of labour had to be gone through

in opening the mine before any returns could be received; and, moreover,

the method then adopted of crushing the quartz and extracting the gold

was so defective that not more than one half of it was saved.

There is a variety of diggings here, but the richest are deep diggings

in the hills above the town, and are worked by means of shafts, or

coyote holes, as they are called. In order to reach the gold-bearing

dirt, these shafts have to be sunk to the depth of nearly a hundred

feet, which requires the labour of at least two men for a month or six

weeks; and when they have got down to the bottom, perhaps they may find

nothing to repay them for their perseverance.

The miners always calculate their own labour at five dollars a-day for

every day they work, that being the usual wages for hired labour; and if

a man, after working for a month in sinking a hole, finds no pay-dirt at

the bottom of it, he sets himself down as a loser of a hundred and fifty

dollars.

They make up heavy bills of losses against themselves in this way, but

still there are plenty of men who prefer devoting themselves to this

speculative style of digging, in hopes of eventually striking a rich

lead, to working steadily at surface diggings, which would yield them,

day by day, sure though moderate pay.

But mining of any description is more or less uncertain, and any man

“hiring out,” as it is termed, steadily throughout the year, and

pocketing his five dollars a-day, would find at the end of the year that

he had done as well, perhaps, as the average of miners working on their

own hook, who spend a considerable portion of their time in prospecting,

and frequently, in order to work a claim which may afford them a month’s

actual washing, have to spend as long a time in stripping off top-dirt,

digging ditches, or performing other necessary labour to get their claim

into working order; so that the daily amount of gold which a man may

happen to be taking out, is not to be taken in itself as the measure of

his prosperity. He may take a large sum out of a claim, but may also

have spent as much upon it before he began to wash, and half the days

of the year he may get no gold at all.

There were plenty of men who, after two years’ hard work, were not a bit

better off than when they commenced, having lost in working one claim

what they had made in another, and having frittered away their time in

prospecting and wandering about the country from one place to another,

always imagining that there were better diggings to be found than those

they were in at the time.

Under any circumstances, when a man can make as much, or perhaps more,

by working for himself, he has greater pleasure in doing so than in

working for others; and among men engaged in such an exciting pursuit as

gold-hunting, constantly stimulated by the success of some one of their

neighbours, it was only natural that they should be loth to relinquish

their chance of a prize in the lottery, by hiring themselves out for an

amount of daily wages, which was no more than any one, if he worked

steadily, could make for himself.

Those who did hire out were of two classes--cold-blooded philosophers,

who calculated the chances, and stuck to their theory unmoved by the

temptations around them; and men who had not sufficient inventive energy

to direct their own labour and render it profitable.

The average amount of gold taken out daily at that time by men who

really did work, was, I should think, not less than eight dollars; but

the average daily yield of the mines to the actual population was

probably not more than three or four dollars per head, owing to the

great number of “loafers,” who did not work more than perhaps one day in

the week, and spent the rest of their time in bar-rooms, playing cards

and drinking whisky. They led a listless life of mild dissipation, for

they never had money enough to get very drunk. They were always in debt

for their board and their whisky at the boarding-house where they lived;

and when hard pressed to pay up, they would hire out for a day or two to

make enough for their immediate wants, and then return to loaf away

their existence in a bar-room, as long as the boarding-house keeper

thought it advisable to give them credit. I never, in any part of the

mines, was in a store or boarding-house that was not haunted by some men

of this sort.

Other men, with more energy in their dissipation, and old sailors

especially, would have periodical bursts, more intense but of shorter

duration. After mining steadily for a month or two, and saving their

money, they would set to work to get rid of it as fast as possible. An

old sailor went about it most systematically. For the reason, as I

supposed, that when going to have a “spree,” he imagined himself to have

come ashore off a voyage, he generally commenced by going to a Jew’s

slop-shop, where he rigged himself out in a new suit of clothes; he

would then go the round of all the bar-rooms in the place, and insist on

every one he found there drinking with him,

[Illustration:

J. D. BORTHWICK, DEL M & N HANHART, LITH.

FARO]

informing them at the same time (though it was quite unnecessary, for

the fact was very evident) that he was “on the spree.” Of course, he

soon made himself drunk, but before being very far gone he would lose

the greater part of his money to the gamblers. Cursing his bad luck, he

would then console himself with a rapid succession of “drinks,” pick a

quarrel with some one who was not interfering with him, get a licking,

and be ultimately rolled into a corner to enjoy the more passive phase

of his debauch. On waking in the morning he would not give himself time

to get sober, but would go at it again, and keep at it for a week--most

affectionately and confidentially drunk in the forenoon, fighting drunk

in the afternoon, and dead-drunk at night. The next week he would get

gradually sober, and, recovering his senses, would return to his work

without a cent in his pocket, but quite contented and happy, with his

mind relieved at having had what he considered a good spree. Four or

five hundred dollars was by no means an unusual sum for such a man to

spend on an occasion of this sort, even without losing much at the

gaming-table. The greater part of it went to the bar-keepers for

“drinks,” for the height of his enjoyment was every few minutes to ask

half-a-dozen men to drink with him.

The amount of money thus spent at the bars in the mines must have been

enormous; the system of “drinks” was carried still further than in San

Francisco; and there were numbers of men of this description who were

fortunate in their diggings, and became possessed of an amount of gold

of which they could not realise the value. They only knew the difference

between having money and having none; a hundred dollars was to them as

good as a thousand, and a thousand was in their ideas about the same as

a hundred. It did not matter how much they had saved; when the time came

for them to reward themselves with a spree after a month or so of hard

work, they made a clean sweep of everything, and spent their last dollar

as readily as the first.

I did not remain in Nevada, being anxious to get down to the Yuba before

the rainy season should set in and put a stop to mining operations on

the river.

Foster’s Bar, about thirty miles off, was the nearest point on the Yuba,

and for this place I started. I was joined on leaving the town by a

German, carrying his gun and powder-horn: he was a hunter by profession,

as he informed me, having followed that business for more than a year,

finding ready sale for his game in Nevada.

The principal kinds of game in the mountains are deer, quail, hares,

rabbits, and squirrels. The quails, which are very abundant, are

beautiful birds, about the size of a pigeon, with a top-knot on their

head; they are always in coveys, and rise with a whirr like partridges.

My hunting companion was at present going after deer, and, intending to

stop out till he killed one, he carried his blanket and a couple of

days’ provisions.

I arrived about noon at a very pretty place called Hunt’s Ranch. It was

a large log-house, with several well-cultivated fields around it, in

which a number of men were at work. At dinner here there was the most

extensive set-out of vegetables I ever saw in the country, consisting of

green pease, French beans, cauliflower, tomatoes, onions, cucumbers,

pumpkins, squash, and water-melons. It was a long time since I had seen

such a display, and not knowing when I might have another opportunity, I

pitched into them right and left.

I was lighting my pipe in the bar-room after dinner, when a man walked

in whom I recognised at once as one of my fellow-passengers from New

York to Chagres. I was very glad to see him, as he was one of the most

favourable specimens of that crowd; and according to the custom of the

country, we immediately ratified our renewed acquaintance in a brandy

cocktail. He was returning to his diggings about ten miles off, and our

roads being the same, we set out together.

He gave me an account of his doings since he had been in the mines, from

which he did not seem to have had much luck on his side, for most of the

money he had made he had lost in buying claims which turned out

valueless. He had owned a share in a company which was working a claim

on the Yuba, but had sold it for a mere trifle before it was

ascertained whether the claim was rich or not, and it was now yielding

150 dollars a-day to the man.

We crossed the Middle Yuba, a small stream, at Emery’s Bridge, where my

friend left me, and I went on alone, having six or seven miles to go to

reach my resting-place for the night.

I was now in a region of country so mountainous as to be perfectly

impassable for wheeled vehicles. All supplies were brought to the

various trading posts from Marysville on trains of pack-mules.

“Packing,” as it is called, is a large business. A packer has in his

train from thirty to fifty mules, and four or five Mexicans to tend

them--mule-driving, or “packing,” being one of the few occupations to

which Mexicans devote themselves; and at this they certainly do excel.

Though generally a lazy, indolent people, it is astonishing what

activity and energy they display in an employment which suits their

fancy. They drive the mules about twenty-five miles a-day; and in

camping for the night, they have to select a place where there is water,

and where there is also some sort of picking for the mules, which, in

the dry season, when every blade of vegetation is burned up, is rather

hard to find.

I came across a train of about forty mules, under charge of four or five

Mexicans, just as they were about to unpack, and make their camp. The

spot they chose was a little grassy hollow in the middle of the woods,

near which flowed a small stream of beautifully clear water. It was

evidently a favourite camping-ground, from the numbers of signs of old

fires. The mules seemed to know it too, for they all stopped and

commenced picking the grass. The Mexicans, who were riding tough little

Californian horses, immediately dismounted and began to unpack, working

with such vigour that one might have thought they were doing it for a

wager.

Two men unpack a mule together. They first throw over his head a broad

leathern belt, which hangs over his eyes to blind him and keep him

quiet; then, one man standing on each side, they cast off the numerous

hide ropes with which the cargo is secured; and when all is cast loose,

each man removes his half of the cargo and places it on the ground.

Another mule is then led up to the same spot, and unpacked in like

manner; the cargo being all ranged along the ground in a row, and

presenting a very miscellaneous assortment of sacks of flour, barrels of

pork or brandy, bags of sugar, boxes of tobacco, and all sorts of

groceries and other articles. When all the cargoes have been unpacked,

they then take off the _aparejos_, or large Mexican pack-saddles,

examining the back of each mule to see if it is galled. The pack-saddles

are all set down in a row parallel with the cargo, the girth and

saddle-cloth of each being neatly folded and laid on the top of it. The

place where the mules have been unpacked, between the saddles and the

cargo, is covered with quantities of raw-hide ropes and other lashings,

which are all coiled up and stowed away in a heap by themselves.

Every mule, as his saddle is taken off, refreshes himself by rolling

about in the dust; and when all are unsaddled, the bell-horse is led

away to water. The mules all follow him, and are left to their own

devices till morning.

The bell-horse of a train of mules is a very curious institution. He is

generally an old white horse, with a small bell hung round his neck. He

carries no cargo, but leads the van in tow of a Mexican. The mules will

follow him through thick and thin, but without him they will not move a

step.

In the morning the mules are hunted up and driven into camp, when they

are tied together in a row behind their pack-saddles, and brought round

one by one to be saddled and packed. To pack a mule well, considerable

art is necessary. His load must be so divided that there is an equal

weight on each side, else the mule works at great disadvantage. If his

load is not nicely balanced and tightly secured, he cannot so well pick

his way along the steep mountain trails, and, as not unfrequently

happens, topples over and rolls down to some place from which no mule

returns.

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