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〃So shall we find； at last； the Mother Lode； the virginity of the essence of creation； the beginning and the end。 The curve of the circle which is unchanging； insoluble； omniscient； which shall return to that which created it； which is all； which is God！〃
〃'49〃
〃We have worked our claims； We have spent our gold； Our barks are astrand on the bars； We are battered and old； Yet at night we behold Outcroppings of gold in the stars。
Where the rabbits play； Where the quail all day Pipe on the chaparral hill； A few more days； And the last of us lays His pick aside and is still。
We are wreck and stray； We are cast away； Poor battered old hulks and spars！ But we hope and pray； On the judgment Day； We shall strike it； up in the stars。
… Joaquin Miller。
Contents
One Sunday in Stinson's Bar The Tom Bell Stronghold The Hanging of Charlie Price Rattlesnake Dick Indian Vengeance Grizzly Bob of Snake Gulch Curley Coppers the Jack The Race of the Shoestring Gamblers The Dragon and the Tomahawk The Barstow Lynching
One Sunday in Stinson's Bar
I
〃On that broad stage of empire won； Whose footlights were the setting sun； Whose flats a distant background rose In trackless peaks of endless snows； Here genius bows； and talent waits To copy that but One creates。〃
… Bret Harte。
Now…a…days when you want to go from San Francisco to the Sierra Nevada country you step into your perfectly good Packard （or whatever it is … all the way down to a motorcycle side car）； and you ferry across the bay and the straits； and if the motor…cop isn't around； you come shooting up the highway forty miles an hour； and at the end of a glorious five…hour run you are there。
In the early fifties … when there was less to see； too … you took more time to it。 You came to Sacramento on the river boat。 Then if you were rich； you bought a horse or a mule and rode for the rest of your journey。 If you were poor； or thrifty perhaps； you walked； or tried to get a ride on one of the ox…freight teams which plied their way across Haggin Grant to Auburn and Dutch Flat； or to Folsom and Coloma。
Later a railway was built as far as Auburn station； then situated at a point three miles east of Loomis which was at that time called Pino。
Nothing remains of Auburn station。 But the road bed of the old railway is still to be found in certain wooded tracts which have not given way to the fruit ranches； and the highway from Fair Oaks into Folsom follows the old cuts and grades for several miles。
In the days preceding and immediately following the discovery of gold in California； building was very difficult。 Every stick of lumber in my grandfather's house came by ship 〃around the Horn；〃 and the fruit trees grape vines； flowers； even bees； for his lovely garden： were all sent from Europe。
In the smaller settlements there was seldom more than one large building which could be used for social purposes； and this was often the card room or bar room in connection with the hotel of the town。
So here is the tale that was told of one Sunday in Stinson's bar room； in the late '50s at Auburn Station：
They tried to give a ball once a year at Stinson's。 Persons came to it from 30 miles about； particularly if they were women； and every woman divided each dance among four men。 When a man invited a lady to come to a dance； in many instances he insisted upon the privilege of buying her a silken gown and slippers to wear； and this was not considered unusual； nor was she in any way obligated to him for it。 There were so few 〃ladies〃 that they were treated as little short of divinities。
This Saturday night there had been no dance； and the men at Gentleman Jack's table at Stinson's had played 〃three…card monte〃 on through the dawn and the sunrise； and into broad daylight。 The door was pushed open； letting in a rush of cool； sweet air which guttered the candles set in old bottles； and drove the heavy fog of tobacco smoke toward the blackened ceiling。 A voice boomed forth：
〃Come on； now； gentlemen。 Two ladies have come with posies in tall silver vases and a white altar cloth for this table。 The preacher's coming over from Folsom； and there will be church held here in one hour。 He's a busy man today。 An infant will be given a license to travel the long and uncertain road to heaven； and a pair of happy lovers will be made one。〃
〃One … unhappy pair。〃
It's William Duncan。 He's intoxicated again；〃 drawled Gentleman Jack； stretching his graceful length and smiling at a long； aristocratic figure crouched over a small table in a corner。 〃His last strike turned out to be only a small pocket； and so he drowns his woes in liquor； as usual。〃 He bowed to his recent card partners。 〃Gentlemen； I am sincerely sorry for your losses this night。 I shall sleep an hour before the holy man arrives。 He sauntered out； stuffing a buckskin bag of gold dust into his pocket。
〃There lies my pocket … in his pocket；〃 muttered Duncan。 〃No； Stinson〃 raising his voice authoritatively； 〃I shall not go out。 It is my desire to pray for my sins today * * * and there has a letter come from overseas which I must read … if I can。 If I can … 〃
In an hour the room was cleared of smoke； greasy cards； poker chips and empty bottles。 The bar was in a small room apart。 The poker table； supplemented with a box； was covered with a handsome altar cloth flanked by huge silver candlesticks and vases which had been carried across the plains。 Every individual in the community came to church and stayed afterward for the christening。 At least twenty men expressed a wish to be god…father to the baby and the proud mother accepted all offers。 When the christening was over； William Duncan lurched to his feet； his high…bred face full of tenderness； his long…fingered； fine grained hands poised over the rosy child； while he quoted：
〃May time who sheds his blight o'er all； And daily dooms some joy to death。 O'er thee let years so gently fall； They shall not crush one flower beneath！〃
〃Ah； 'here comes the bride！' 'All the world's a stage！' Let us on with the next scene；〃 and he reeled back to his little table in the corner。
The kissing and congratulations after the wedding were interrupted by the shouts of a man on horseback； and riding hard。
〃Where's the minister？ Send for Doc Miller！ That beast of a Mexican horse thief … he' shot Jim Muldoon down at Dolton's Bar。 Jim caught he's stealing his horse and I'm afraid the dirty greaser's killed him。 We got 'im； though； before he skipped。 Somebody go down to Rattlesnake for Doc Miller。 They're bringing 'em both here。〃
When Doc Miller saw Muldoon stretched on the barroom table； the same table which a few minutes before had served as an altar he shook his head。
〃He will be gone in half an hour；〃 he said。 The men standing about began taking off their hats。
〃I wish to write home；〃 whispered Muldoon。 The young mother handed her baby to its father and seizing pencil and paper； ran forward。 The minister opened his prayer book at the service for the dying。
When that service had been read； and what had been Muldoon carried away to be made ready for the last sleep； only the minister and