The pioneers of '49 A history of the excursion of the Society of California pioneers of New England . and all eyes were turned in that direction,when a novel sight in Pasadena, but one familiar to 49ers, met the view. A party of miners,with pack train and all the accoutrements, came trudging down the gulch, headed by a grizzlyold veteran on horseback, in the person of Judge C. S. Eaton, himself a 49er. Behind came aband of men, yelling at the burros, and punching them along. The remainder of the partyconsisted of the following gentlemen : Captain John Lindsey, as an old-timer; Fred. Burnham,a
The pioneers of '49 A history of the excursion of the Society of California pioneers of New England . and all eyes were turned in that direction,when a novel sight in Pasadena, but one familiar to 49ers, met the view. A party of miners,with pack train and all the accoutrements, came trudging down the gulch, headed by a grizzlyold veteran on horseback, in the person of Judge C. S. Eaton, himself a 49er. Behind came aband of men, yelling at the burros, and punching them along. The remainder of the partyconsisted of the following gentlemen : Captain John Lindsey, as an old-timer; Fred. Burnham,a miner; W. H. Storms, a miner disguised as a Pioneer; Harrold V. Poore, a horse thief,from Brodie; George Eaton, a pilgrim; George W. Glover, Jr., a gambler ; Howard Conger, atenderfoot; Al Carr, the washerwoman of the camp; Judd Blick, the pony mail carrier, andkid of the camp; and Will McGregory, mining expert. They were all characteristicallydressed, with big revolvers and knives at their sides. Having unpacked the weary, sleepy,forlorn, shaggy-eared burros, they commenced the washing for THE ROCKliR. The cradle and pan were taken to tlie stream, and a half liour devoted to the was soon running through the rocker, and the color was shown, when a yell greetedthe rich strike. D. C. Allen, of our party, was very skillful in this work. Every fresh arrival had to visit Ed. Carr, standing beliind his counter as a typical Pioneer,with corduroy pants protruding from long boots, a flannel shirt, red handkerchief in place of anecktie, iieavy, rough coat, slouch hat, with a genuine old clay pipe comfortably lodged in theouter band. As each miner came up and took a drink of — spring water,— out of the black 64 PIOJ^EERS OF 49. bottle, he pulled out his pouch and dropped a pinch of dust on the scales. If over weight hepulled back part of it. Occasional attention was given to two large campfires, whose mission itwas to keep the pots of bean soup at the proper tempe
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