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THE CAMDEN JOURNAL,
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VOLUME 3. CAMDEN, SOUTH-CAROLINA, MARCH 30, 1852. NUMBER 26J .
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From the International.
CRADLE AND COFFIN.
Two receptacles awaiting
Meet the needs of human kind;
k Each with its appropriate freighting.
Each with garlands intertwined;
Cradle where the child reposes?
Coffin which the dead encloses.
Cradle, placed in marriage chamber,
Swaying, swaying to and fro;
Up its sides the children clamber,
Toiling in a rosy glow :
Whispering angel 3 oft descending,
Sweetest dreams the child ere lending.
Coffin, midway placed, and dreary,
Cold, funereal, draped and still;
And its tenant resting weary,
With the death-damp stealing chill
Shrinking shapes, grief-struck weeping,
Round the couch are vigils keeping.
Cradle?coffin?intervening,
O! the long and aching years!
? ? 1 t A? 1 1-1.
ooui, Slow learning nrae s nam meaning,
Eyes out-looking through their tears:
Kindly, seems the death cold stillness,
Genial seems the rest and chillness.
All the nooks where self has hidden
Memory searches to the core;
Till dark spectres come unbidden
Through the lattice and the door;
Come upbraiding our omissions?
Self-convicting our commissions.
* Loving deeply, fondly, truly,
We infinitude demand;
; Yielding up, spontaneous, duly,
Free-wilt offerings, heart and hand;
Hence this anguish is but telling
Of the depth whence love was welling.
HEART WISDOM.
BY VINCENT LEIGH HUNT.
Tis weak to pine for pleasures past, or scorn
To hoard their leaves stiil green in memory. ;
Our-happiest days, like frailest flowers must die
The winds that take the blossom, leave the thorn;
E To some hard trouble all of us are born.
Blessed the day that's passed without a sigh;
I Blessed a day tfith sighs?if we can dry
The the tears of those who Jiave a cause to mourn.
How many hate, who might each other love,
* Did they but judge the living as if dead?
Stretched cold before thein with dim stony eyes!
Diviner far than all the,stars above
Is one forgiving word in kindness said?
One loving look that in the memory lies!
From the Muscogee Democrat.
ELLEN LACJRENS:
AN INCIDENT IN THE LIFE OF MARION.
D Y S. D.
CHAITER I.
It was at the close of a spring day, in the
year 17?, that two persons were walking together
in one of the then extensive forests in
the State of South Carolina. They seemed to
be engaged in earnest conversation. The youngest
and tallest was dressed in a hunting frockcoat,
and his pants were confined by the tops of
bis boots. ' Around his neck was suspended a
handsomely worked powder horn, also a pouch.
On his shoulder was a splendid looking rifle, and
the shining barrel, and the absence of any of
those marks which show ill-usage, made it evident
that no small degree of care was taken in
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^ locks waved around as handsome a set of fea- !
tures as one could desire iu man. The small
mouth, high forehead, and light bluo eye showed
a becoming degree of firmness, resoluteness
of purpose, and promptitude in action. His
height was about five feet eleven inches, and
was shown to the best advantage by his coat being
buttoned up to the chin.
Harry Singleton was about fivc-aud-twenty
years of age, and a constant life in the open air
l had hardened his muscles, and rendered him
* fully capable of the life he had chosen, which
was a determined resolution to opjiose the invaders
of his country, and, if necessary, to shed the
last drop of his blood in its cause. He was in
affluent circumstances, and well acquainted with
Marion and other patriotic men of his State.?
His companion was oressed as a person who
I* lived in the wood, and whose only means of suj>port
was his rifle. His sun-burnt countenance,
sandy hair, and rough manner of speaking, betokened
a life Rpent in the woods. And from
his manner of constantly searching the woods
with hi* eves, it would seem that lie was not
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only accustomed to be on his watch for game, 1
but also for any lurking danger, whether from <
man or beast. Having been engaged in wars
with the Indians, he imbibed their habitual cau- 1
tion, until ho became an equal if not an over- j 1
match for them, in all their cunning and wood- (
craft. v
He, too, carried an old, heavy looking rifle, r
which seemed to have a peculiar interest in his
eyes. And from long companionship, he enter- s
tained a kind of love for it, which was made evident
by the respect which he seemed to handle j c
it. 1
'And you really saw a band of Tories, on one
of their usual expeditions of rapine and slaugh- a
ter?' This was addressed to Joe Baker by his I
companion. a
'Yes! Mr. Singleton, I seed 'em on the road
that leads by Joel Bunker's. They were migh- t
ty good humored some how or other, as if they a
expected to have mightvgood luck about some- j
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tiling. IV^CKOIl llltfy wjiiic uui iu iiuiitiuc * va. v
Wonder they didn't bring any dogs. -Foxes are i
cunning iniinals, and it ain't every dog that can s
come up with 'em, any how. The way the lea- r
der on 'em made the curses and oaths fly, is a }
warning to morality. I felt main like sending 1
a ball through his head, only for Captain's \
'spress orders.'
'Did you take any notice of their conversa- 1
tion V
'Why, not much, but they did seem as if they s
were bent on catching somebody, and getting a \
big reward for 'em in Charleston.'
'Tell me all about it.' t
'Well, you see I was scoutin' along to see what
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got here last night, and is at 'Oak Spring,' waiting
for Bill Thatcher to return from up the country,
where he carried an old gentleman who was
mighty fraid of the Tories, and wanted some
men to 'comapany him. It must ha' bin mighty
curious bisness he was about, or Captin wouldn't
ha' gin him so many men. Well, as Captin
told Bill to meet him at the 'Spring,' he is there
now, waiting for him, and sent me out to pick
up news. I was goin along, jist alongside the
road, to keep from being too public, when I
heerd horses trampling. I dodges behind a tree
and looks up the road, and seed twenty or thirty
of them traitor Tories coming along, bragging
and talking as if on purpose to let every
body know they was coming. They spoke of
taking somebody, I don't know who, and chuckled
mightily to think they was about to git
somebody in their clutches. One said he meant
to git 'roaring drunk, as they were paid.' I
heard the Captin say 'she's devilish pretty, and
once mine, I'll make her beud, for all she was
so haughty awhile ago.' 'Yes,' says another,
leftenant, I suppose, 'and you'll keep the father
to make her more pliant.' 'Damme, if I don't
I'll?' That's all I heerd, and I begun to think
he meant Col. Laurens, and his daughter, Miss
Ellen.'
'Do you think,' answered Siugleton, 'they
would dare touch a hair of her head .''
'They'd dare do anything. I know 'em well. <
Any hody what would turn agin their country I
wouldn't stop at murdering, or burning houses
cither, if they could git money bv it.' - j
'By all that's true, they shall not. I'll go this ;
minute to Col. Laurens and inform him of his
danger, as I understand lie intends soon to visit
his friend Joel Bunker.'
'Stop a minute, Mr. Harry, don't be in a hurry
; you'll ruin all the fun. llow would you (
like to take 'em V ^ <
'How! what do you mean ?'
'Why, I mean that we can and must take or j
kill this whole band. Do you suppose 1 came i
all the way here, purpose to see you, for noth- j
ing ? If you prevent them from taking the ,
Kernel, they might 'tack his house and set it j
afire afore we could get men enough to stop 'em.
Don't be in such a hurry, and I'll explain.'
'Well, go on.'
'You go to Captin and tell him all I've told |
you. You'll find him at 'Oak Spring,' about one mile,
in a straight course in the swamp. Tell i
him I'll come as %soon as I can, for the grass .
shan't grow under my heels. I must go to look i
for Kurnel, and maybe I can help him?-jist look
what a beautiful shot.' i
Ilarry Singleton lifted his eyes from the j
ground, where he had kept them during the
preceding dialogue, and followed the direction i
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inuicaieu uv ins cuiujmiuuii a iiugei, <uiu uuuuiu
a noble buck gazing steadily at them, at the
distance of about two hundred yards. It was ,
only for a moment, for, giving a start, it bounded
away and was soon out.of new. 'Ef I'd <
have been hunting them 'old nation' would have 1
had her talk, before you could have hopped away
that easy, old fellow.' And he stroked his
gun, which he called by the familiar name of ]
'old nation.'
'Well, Joe,'said Harry, 'we must be moving; ,
it is no evening stroll from here to 'Oak Spring.' ]
'Good bye, then, and I hope to see you agin j
soon.'
They parted?each taking a different course.
CHAPTER II. ,
It is to one of those noble southern mansions 1
that I will now take mv reader. Col. Laurens ,
was truly a southern gentleman. Hospitable, ,
friendly, and, moreover, a strong Whig. None
were more willing to take up arms in their country's
cause. He had already seen a good deal of (
service, both against the Tories and ludians, and
had thereby gained the title of 'Colonel.' lie i
had one child, an only daughter, whom he prized
dearly. It were useless for me to attempt to (
describe her. To say that she was pretty, would
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a fair outline, such flashing eyes, such bewitching
smiles, and such flowing curls, it is rarely al- (
lotted to man to behold. Her countenance was ]
one on which you could never tire of gazing, and
when she opened her mouth to speak?showing (
a set of pearly teeth ? her silvery tones enchan- ;
ted you, and made captive the heart. Such a i
ringing laugh had slu*, that it put all in a good '
luraor who heard it, and might have been call^1
innocence itself.
It was on the morning after the meeting of
larry Singleton and Joe, that CoL Laurens and
jis daughter were sitting at the breakfast table
liscussing the merits of the various dishes of
vhicb it was composed. It was just as Ellen
ose to retire that her father said to her?
'Well, Ellen, I hope you will soon be ready to
et out. Have you made all your preparations'' .
'Yes, father, and will be ready jus soon as you
lesire. I finished my packiug last night and
lave only to change this for a travelling dress.';
'That's a dejir girl; run, now, and get ready j
us soon as possible. I am in a hurry to get oft". ;
have been promising Joel a visit a long time,
md mean to take him by surprise.'
'13ut, father, are you not afraid of some of
hose bjinds of Tories that do so much damage, ;
ind kill so many innocent persons ?'
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"1 WOUKl oe airaiu u 1 muugiii uicic was uuy :
langer. But lie would be a tiend that would '
njure you, and it is only on your account that I
mi fearful. If I atn informed aright, there are
lone about at this time; so calm your fears, and
>repare to start. I dare say you wish you could
lave Harry as a guard. No doubt your journey j
vould pass more pleasantly.'
'Now, father! how can you talk so? You;
mow?'
'Oh, yes! I know very well how it is. lie is '
t truant knight, and you will have to scold him
vhen you see him.'
'If he knew we were in danger, he would be
he first one to fly to our rescue.'
'Certainly lie would. I know him very well,
md I knew his father before him. He is a fine
-oung man, and if the wind keeps fair, who
mows what might happen ? He may take it
nto his head that the marriage state would be j
nore conducive to his happiness than the single. I
4 ...l.~ knt in Ilia Minim lip !
1IIU WJAU MIIMM CUC, ill iiumiug tiiu ..? ,
night?whore to now, girl ? Off, like the wind,
t's certain that she loves him, and as certain
hat he loves her. But he is every way worthy
>f her, and is the only one of my young acquainances
whom I would be proud to call son-in- j
aw.'
Harry Singleton had graduated at a northern
jollcgc. Often during his collegiate course did
le picture to himself a fair form flitting among
.he woods, plucking the wild flowers, or dashing
ilong the road, as he had been want to do, in
ler company, before his departure. How much
e desired to be free to return home, can only be
.old by how swiftly he sped on his way thither
,vhen the time of his emancipation camc.
Sanguine as were his hopes, he was hardly able
,o realize the vision that burst upon his view, the
irst time he saw Ellen. Just budding into wonanhood,
she formed a fit object for his overflowng
tide of affection. He did not endeaver to ;
estrain himself in the least, but felt that he could
>nly live for her?that she was indeed a prize j
north striving for. lie became a constant visi- ;
tor at her father's house, nor did he try* to hide I
lis purpose. To say that she had forgot the j
jne who climbed the high rock to pluck from
thence the flower, growing in the crevice, or who J
was ready at any time to scour through the fields
m her company, where their light-hearted laugh
inadp the woods ring again, would be saying
more than was true.
She waited, therefore, very anxiously for the j
time of his arrival, for she felt as if he was her I
brother. But instead of seeing him as her imagination
pictured to her, she saw him a jK>rfect
gentleman. Precious little sleep did she get
that night. Was she in love ? Oh, no! Time
passed on until at the period of the opening of
thistale they considered themselves to be all in
all to each other. Though he had not virtually
offered himself, it was his intention to do so on
an early day.
It was about nine o'clock of the morning on
which the previous conversation took place that
a company was seen to depart from Col. Laurens's
and take the road towards the left, and
which led in a westerly direction. First came
the Colonel, and by his side rode Ellen. Three
servants followed behind, oue female and two
males, who carried all the things necessary for a
week's sojourn, except what was contained on
[lie buck ot' the sixth horse, led by one of the negroes.
It was one of those pleasant days on
which all nature puts on a smiling aspect, and
the birds carol their songs among the trees, as
if in praise of their creator.
'Now isn't this pleasant ?' said Ellen. 'It puts
me in ecstncics.'
She could not keep from looking back and
speaking to her maid, or calling her father's attention
to some object which came into view.?
Her very horse imbibed her spirit, and tossed his
head as if lie would have been very glad to mend
[lis pace. Tiiere was a proud, happy smile on
her father's face, and as he answered her enquiries
or spoke to her in any manner, he cast on
her a look b Jatning with pride and parental affection?for
she was a treasure to be proud of.
It was towards three or four o'clock in the afternoon
as they liegan to weary, that they passed
a dark, swampy part of the road. On each
side were thick bushes and vines intermingled.
1 hoy woreruling .suenuy aiong, expectingnaugm
of evil, when suddenly a man stood before tliem
on horseback.
'You are my prisoner, sir!'
'Not yet,' answered Col. Laurens, and was endeavoring
to got his pistol.
But the other quickly presented a pistol, and
said?
'It is bettor for you to yield, us at one call I
can surround you with my men.'
Little did he think, that at that instant there
was an unerring rifle, not seventy yards distant,
which could have sent a leaden messenger of
death tlirough his head before ho could have
levelled his own j>istol.
The Colonel yielded with a bad grace, and,
casting one look of tenderness upon her who but
a moment before had been all life, and who nowsat
the picture of despair, be motioned to the
Tory leader to proceed. Not a word was spo
keu by any one, but the Tory Captain wheeled
his horse and took the direction in which Col.
Laurens and his daughter were proceeding. It
was something strange to see horseman after
horseman enter the road, as the cavalcade passed,
and, forming a line, follow on in silence.?
There was no visible emotion in Col. Lauren's
face; only a slight movement of the nether lip
showed how much he regretted the capture?
not for his own, but tor his daughter's sake.
How could she bear it ? What would befall her?
were questions he could not answer. But her
natural strength of mind had by this time gained
the ascendancy ; and her calm features evinced
a firm reliance on Providence, and a determination
of baffling, if possible, a most atrocious
scheme; for she easily recognized in her captor
a former suitor for her hand, whilst sjlending the
winter in Charleston. His suit had been modestly
but firmly rejected. And he was told that
she had no love to bestow on him, as her affections
were pre-engaged. Bitter rancour took the
nl.nrfl of love in his heart, and he vowed veil
gounce for his supposed insult. Long had he
meditated concerning the beat method of gaining
his object, and many were the schemes proposed
and rejected, until, for purposes far different, he
obtained a company of soldiers, and set out for
her father's residence. Chance put in his power
what he intended to effect at any price. lie
rode on before in moody silence, only now and
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safe. ITc really liad great respect for Ellen's
father, ami therefore did not intrude his company.
He presently called one of the men to him,
and after a few words turned and said to Col.
Laurens?
'As our course lies somewhat different from
your intended one, perhaps it would be better to
quicken our speed, if you wish to have a pleasant
place for your encampment; as I have the disagreeable
necessity to inform you that wo will be
obliged to camp out to-night.'
Captain Branchville is aware that I have been
accustomed to a soldier's life, and therefore it
will not incommode vie in the least. But there
wonc to whom the ground will be a hard bed,
and canvass but a. slight protection from the
night air. However, there is one who tempcreth
the wind to the shorn lamb.' If it please
you, we can easily move faster.'
Giving his daughter one confiding look of affection,
the Colonel spurred his horse on. and
the whole company were soon going at a trot.
Towards night they halted and encamped at
'Oak Spring.''
CHAITER 11 I.
We now change the scene to Marion's camp.
Perhaps no other person was as well fitted for
the sort of warfare he engaged in, as was Marion.
No one could tell the precise place he occupied,
and at times, when the British thought
him farthest off', he would pounce on them, and,
committing great havoc among?if not cutting
them to peices?would retire before they had
recovered from their surprise.
Enclosing himself within the swamps, he defied
pursuit, and remained secure until another
occasion offeror 1 f->r doing his country a service.
It was from this that he earned and received
the appellation of'Swamp Fox.' lie had, at
the time we now speak of, only just arrived at
[' Oak Spring.' lie had appointed this place as
the one at which one of his Captains should
meet him, who had been sent on a certain expedition.
This was the day appointed for his return.
Marion, as usual, had sent out his scouts,
and waited impatiently for their return, for with
his diminished forces he could not hope to fight
to any advantage. One entering his camp would
not suppose a human being to be in miles of
liiin. A universal stillness reigned, and nothing
was to be seen, as trees were the only tents used,
and they were too careful with their fire to al
low it to be seen. One tent formed of the
branches of trees joined together, and concealed
its much as (lossiblc, constituted Marion's 4 Oak
Spring' abode. In this was seated Marion, enjoying
a slight repast, when a man ushered in a
visitor.
4 Ah P exclaimed Marion, 4 how are you, Singleton
? Happy to sec you. Take that stool,
and help yourself to some of these baked potatoes.
Any news ? You look as if you had
something to saw'
4 And so I have, General.' And he forthwith
repeated all that Joe had told him, and gave his
own suspicions to add force to his story. Marion
listened in deep thought; and at bust spoke.
4 May be it is not so bad. Wait until Joe
comes, and we am tell what to do.'
Very impatiently did he await the arrival of
his most trusty scout, and often did he wish
Thatcher would return, so that having a sufficient
number of soldiers, he could attack and drive
back the band of Tories; but being situated as
he was great circumspection was necessary.
Sometime before dusk, Joe returned with the
intelligence of the capture.
4 Now listen P said Marion. 41 want you to
go immediately to their camp. I am determined
to get possession of this Tory captain. He
shall commit no more ravages. Do you disguise
yourself as a countryman, enter the encampment,
be saucy, so as to be kept a prisoner, and endeavor
"to arrange some method by which wc
may know who is the captain, ilow will you J
do it ?
Joe studied a while and then said: 'I have it;
you will know him by his feather/
'Very well; take Tommy Tadpole with you;
his 'gift* may be of sdrnc benefit. The attack
will be made at 'the Walnut,' as they will probablv
take the road to Charleston. Act according
to circumstances, for I must have him prisoner.'
Harry Singleton was also desirous to accompany
Joe, but, his Marion would not allow, saying:
'You will have enough to do to rescue your intended,
Harry.'
It was dusk when two other prisoners were
brought before the Tory Captain, who demanded
who they were.
'Why, I'm myself, Capting, and I knows you
well. I seeii yon often down at Charleston
'mong the Britishers. I'm jist from thar now.?
I carried a whole lot of these to sell, and they took
mighty well, I tell you. Every one Of'em has
one o' these stickin' in his hat, and it loolre petty,
too. I got a dollar apiece tor each one of
them, but you may have that one for half a dollar.'
And Joe displayed a handsome bunch of parrot
feathers, looking as if made for a military hat.
'Let me see,' And the Tory Captain took it and
placed it in his hat. 'Did you meet any body
on the road? Anv of those d?d rebels?1
'No! I never seed a rebel?
'No impertinence, sir! Have you heard of the
'swamp Fox'?'
'No; we have 110 swamp foxes, that I ever
heam of, but we have plenty of grey ones; and a
deal of mischief they do among the poultry.'
'Sir, are yon making fun of me? I have but to
say the word, and thy carcass will hang on yonder
tree. Answer my question; are any of the
rebels about?'
Not as I know3 of, bnt they'd come mighty
quick efsomebody could tell 'em you were here.'
The tory cast one searching look in his face
and said?
'Take them away and bind them; it will not
do for him to escape.'
'My half a dollar, ef you please.'
Til give you this!'said Branchville, as he made
a lunge at Joe, which, luckilr he avoided. The
Tory Captain replaced his sword in his scabbard,
muttering?
'My booty is too precions to lose. Scorn, indeed!
She shall soon know into whose power
she has fallen.'
It was very evident that his temper was soured.
It was only a few minutes before, that as
be had endeavored to catch Ellen's eye, he met
there such a glance of withering contempt that
roused the demon in himfhnd raised his passion
to a pitch beyond his control.
Joe and the other person, whom he called *son
Tommy,' were taken away, and bound. Tommy
stood staring at every thing he saw, like a perfect
idiot. Pointing to a bayonet he asked
'what that wasi' Some one taking it and, by
way of answer, touched him with it, causing
him to give a cry of pain?after that he asked
no more questions.
CONCLUSION*.
The following morning, though bright and
beautiful, opened gioomilv on the prisoners. On
that day they would be dragged to Charleston,
and perhaps thrown into prison. A horrible
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and all started for " Oak Spring" at a fast walk.
The Tory Captain's hat shone from the effect of
the feather, and his face shone from his anticipated
triumph. It was about nine o'clock that
they came to a long sandy stretch of the road,
; and they allowed their horses to walk more slowly.
First came Col. Laurens and his daughter,
riding with Branchville. Next came Joe and
his " son Tommy," together with the servants.
After them came the whole company of horsemen.
They were just passing a large walnut
tree (the Captain endeavoring to carry on a conversation
with the Colonel, who was too downcast
to talk much) when the report of a rifle was
hoard and one in an bit the dust Then followed
a volley from each side of the road and others
tumbled from their horses. The rest, badly
frightened, and being taken surprise, all took to
flight.
In the beginning of the affray, Tommy Tadpole
dexterously slipped his hands from the cords
and cut Joe loose in an instant. He, as soon as
free, turned a somerset in the air, lit on the Tory
Captain's horse, pulled him from the saddle
to the earth, and before he could struggle had
him tied on the ground, and stood over him in
triumph.?Tommy, in the meantime, slipped into
the woods and soon returned, bearing two rifles.
lie handed one to Joe, who quickly raised
I .- i.:? ol.Mil.lnr firpd the retreatinc crowd.
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and smiled to see one fall.
At the s iund of the first shot, Col. Laurens
had dismounted, and helped Ellen from her
horse. She, who was calm and collected in danger,
now gave way to a flood of tears, and her
j strength failing her, she fell back into the arms
of?Harry Singleton.
Col. Laurens looked around, and seeing Marion
by his side, grasped his hand. Being too
much overcome to speak, he remained silent, until,
finding words he said?
1 My best friend ! how can I repay thee V
Marion, smiling, whispered something into
his ear. Col. Laurens, turning round and seeiug
the state of affairs, answered 'I will!' andgrasphis
hand firmer than before.
Six months from that time there was a great
vedding. Many were the guests, and among
?ne rest were Joe and Marion. The bride, Ellen
Laurens?the bridegroom, Harry Singleton.
Col. Laurens gave away his daughter, and at
the eud of the ceremony, turning to Marion, he
" 1 1 v ? -"-I ' Vinva lyjrfnmiiwl mv limmiui '
sain, " 1UU PCC . * imiv |<viiui?uv? ...J pvmiuv.
Marion nodded assent.
Agricultural Prospects iic California.?
The San Francisco He raid, of the 12th ull.,
says that ermgrantsjuow come to farm as well
. work in tne mineSj^fhutHho^sands age forsaI
king the mines and taking to the cultivation of
the earth ; and that rapid progress has been
made in the interior in the settlement of agricultural
lands. In Yuba, Calaveras, Tuolumne
and San Joaquin counties, which have heretofore
been known only for the mineral treasures, an
immense quantity of land has been taken up
and improved. Farms of 160 acres each have
* i_!J ?.4 ?nr./t fannul \rA?f farm
oeen lain uui?unv>.w ....v ?^..v ......
houses are springing up in every direction, and
nli the signs of an old settled and well cultivated
country are fast making their appearance.
An unprecedented amount of land has
been put in seed: this season, giving promise tint
California will soort ceaso to depend upon other
countries fbf the produce of the soil.