"... or who, seizing upon a sporadic case of extreme oddity, some drunken, brawling wretch, have given a caricature to the world as a typical miner. The so-called literature that treats of the golden era is too extravagant in this direction. In all my personal experience in mining camps from 1849 to 1854 there was not a case of bloodshed, robbery, theft, or actual violence. I doubt if a more orderly society was ever known. How could it be otherwise? The pioneers were young, ardent, uncorrupted, most of them well educated and from the best families in the East. The early miner was ambitious, energetic and enterprising. No undertaking was too great to daunt him. The pluck and resources exhibited by him in attempting mighty projects with nothing but his courage and his brawny arms to carry them out were phenomenal. His generosity was profuse and his sympathy active, knowing no distinction of race. His sentiment that justice is sacred was never dulled. His services were at command to settle differences peacefully, or with pistol in hand to right a grievous wrong to a stranger. His capacity for self-government never has been surpassed. Of a glorious epoch, he was of a glorious race."
Wrote E. G. Waite, in the May Century Democratic Times, Jacksonville, May 8, 1891, from a collection of letters at "Life and Death on the Althouse." (The Althouse is a creek in Oregon.)
July 13, 2020
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Althouse lives matter.
"Deadwood" was not a documentary? Why wasn't I told?
Has he ever read Jack London?
They were also heavily armed, and hanging a man for theft was the unquestioned outcome.
My father was a trial lawyer, back in the day when trial lawyers actually tried cases in the courtroom with juries. He said he always liked to have miners on his juries, that they were slow to judgement, careful, contemplative and willing to listen. He put it down to the attributes that helped you stay happy and alive working underground.
Wait a minute!
are they trying to say, that Paint Your Wagon Wasn't a documentary?
Great stories in the article. The Victoria Rush in Australia and the Klondike, except for the mobsters in Skagway, were reputed to be very civilized. The Comstock not so much if you believe Twain. Alcohol and gambling fostered murders that seem almost funny today, but took real lives in the day. The placer miners were replaced with the hydraulic mines, floating dredges, and deep lode mining. The poor and the Chinese cleaned up the rest in the depression, not a lot of placer left. There is a lot of open pit leach mining where a 100 ton truck load has half an ounce of gold in it.
Love that perspective on the Old Mining camps, but the ones in California Gold Rush had a high mortality rate, although it wasn't due to gunslingers and murder.
“ Has he ever read Jack London?”
A chronological impossibility.
"The Comstock not so much if you believe Twain."
Courtesy of Mr. Twain:
The best known names in the Territory of Nevada were those belonging to these long-tailed heroes of the revolver. Orators, Governors, capitalists and leaders of the legislature enjoyed a degree of fame, but it seemed local and meagre when contrasted with the fame of such men as Sam Brown, Jack Williams, Billy Mulligan, Farmer Pease, Sugarfoot Mike, Pock Marked Jake, El Dorado Johnny, Jack McNabb, Joe McGee, Jack Harris, Six-fingered Pete, etc., etc. There was a long list of them. They were brave, reckless men, and traveled with their lives in their hands. To give them their due, they did their killing principally among themselves, and seldom molested peaceable citizens, for they considered it small credit to add to their trophies so cheap a bauble as the death of a man who was "not on the shoot," as they phrased it. They killed each other on slight provocation, and hoped and expected to be killed themselves-- for they held it almost shame to die otherwise than "with their boots on," as they expressed it.
- Roughing It
GET OFF MY LAWN!!!
Are we saying, here, that so-called common knowledge about what happened in the past is not actually true? Well, blow me down with a feather!
The early mime has never been truly painted...
This evokes a memory of Kramer's fear of clowns.
A chronological impossibility.
Otherwise known as an anachronism
J.S. Holliday says much the same about the first years of the California Gold Rush in his wildly entertaining masterwork Rush for Riches: Gold Fever and the Making of California.
“In this vivid account of the birth of modern California, J.S. Holliday frames the gold rush years within the larger story of the state's transformation from the quietude of a Mexican hinterland in the 1840s to the forefront of entrepreneurial capitalism by the 1890s. No other state, no nation experienced such an adolescence of freedom and success. By 1883 California was hailed as "America, only more so."
“Holliday's boldly interpretive narrative has the authority and immediacy of an eyewitness account. This eminent historian recreates the masculine world of mining camps and rough cities, where both business and pleasure were conducted far from hometown eyes and conventional inhibitions. He follows gold mining's swift evolution from treasure hunt to vast industry; traces the prodigal plunder of California's virgin rivers and abundant forests; and describes improvised feats of engineering, breathtaking in their scope and execution.
“Holliday also conjures the ambitious, often ruthless Californians whose rush for riches rapidly changed the state: the Silver Kings of the Comstock Lode, the timber barons of the Sierra forests, the Big Four who built the first transcontinental railroad, and the lesser profit-seekers who owned steamboats, pack mules, gambling dens and bordellos—and, most important for California's future, the farmers who prospered by feeding the rapidly growing population. This wildly laissez-faire economy created California's image as a risk-taking society, unconstrained by fear of failure.”
"Has he ever read Jack London?"
London wrote pretty good fiction, as close to fact as today's New York Times cult members can pull off but rather more entertainingly.
He must not have been looking very hard. Here's another contemporary writer:
After awhile, seeing that Slade’s energetic administration had restored peace and order to one of the worst divisions of the road, the overland stage company transferred him to the Rocky Ridge division in the Rocky Mountains, to see if he could perform a like miracle there. It was the very paradise of outlaws and desperadoes. There was absolutely no semblance of law there. Violence was the rule. Force was the only recognized authority. The commonest misunderstandings were settled on the spot with the revolver or the knife. Murders were done in open day, and with sparkling frequency, and nobody thought of inquiring into them. It was considered that the parties who did the killing had their private reasons for it; for other people to meddle would have been looked upon as indelicate. After a murder, all that Rocky Mountain etiquette required of a spectator was, that he should help the gentleman bury his game—otherwise his churlishness would surely be remembered against him the first time he killed a man himself and needed a neighborly turn in interring him.
Mark Twain, Roughing It
I suppose it varied from one area to another.
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