Week 4 Response
I came up for the gold you
see. In ’49 they discovered it in the Sierra Nevadas. Before folks had heard
about gold a little while after they discovered it. In ’49 they had telegrams
so BANG, we knew. I was a miner in Sonora and knew what I was doing. I’d been
working in the mines most days since I was small. It was hard to tell whether they
were telling the truth about the gold finds up in the Sierras, but I had to find
out for myself so I decided to take off. I didn’t have much of anything holding
me down. I was still young enough to go on an adventure. I made my way up
across the border, not that it was much of a border at that stage or any stage
when I was alive, and into California. I got there a little earlier than most
folks I suppose and started looking. California had plenty of my people in at
that time and plenty of Indians too. We had set up camp in the mountains
already, when the white men started coming. By the thousands, then the tens of
thousands. Soon I was getting kicked off my claim. Just like that. Dozens of
white men with torches and rifles. They had plenty of camaraderie for each
other, but whenever something went wrong in the camps they lynched one of us.
Pure terror tactics. I wanted gold as much as the next man, but I wasn’t dumb
enough to stick around. I headed back down South about a year later. Pity is
there was enough gold to go around. It was a real gold rush out in California.
Started that place off as the land of milk and honey. You know paradise. Except
not for everybody. See I was there at the jump and the fact that you had to
slink back across that border however many decades later and live out on the
edges of the cities they built with what should have been my gold. Maybe I
should’ve stayed.
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