Amador County High School - Skip Yearbook (Sutter Creek, CA)

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KTwenty , X.i,4f.rgfiT, pn ,tiif sig. 1' '.', Q ,f'ji'f ,al! lr a X .. l.ii' ,..x21XA ' I M' 'T Ill '3 5 QF--if ?.i': tt-az -f' ff ' f- - Qlltu, NC -asa X I - a. M was - ' A few days were spent in exploring the town and a few of the surrounding hills. Aunt Julia grew fond of the country and decided that she would spend a part of her remaining summers there. The worst did not come until about a week or so after we had landed there. We were hiking over around Quart's Mountain, a small used-to-be mining camp, and ran onto an old prospector patiently panning for gold. Aunt Julia had always liked to impress people and started a conversation with the old man. He grew quite interested in her and when he told her that he had been around the world two times, she said no more. He then turned to me and asked if I liked that part of the country. Well, I admitted, It is not at all what I expected to see but maybe after I have been here a while longer I shall learn more of its historic events, Historic events, returned he, If you want to hear of one of those things, just sit yourself on that rock and listen. 'iMore than a half century ago, began he, carelessly lighting his pipe, a great many Mexicans had settled in this part of the country. Some owned small mining claims while others gambled and occasionally worked for a living. The feeling of the Mexicans toward the Americans was very bitter at that time, It often reached the point of robbery and sometimes murder. Public roads were found dangerous to travel over. Several attempts were made to banish the Mexicans from the country, but when driven from one camp they would only go to another, and as the miners were continually moving about and the population changing, their acts were soon forgotten and they would return even more sullen than before. Good gracious, I hope they are gone by now, exclaimed Aunt Julia, pretending to be deeply interested in the story, but in reality, I knew that the sooner it was over the better she would like it. At this the prospector returned to Aunt Julia saying, Don't get nervous, lady, the worst is yet to come, and then he continued. 'lWhen the news of the slaughter of six or seven persons at Rancheria spread over the country, the angry people were moved to deeds that were afterwards regretted. These mur- ders were committed by twelve men, one who seemed to be white, one exceed- ingly dark, and the rest of the ordinary Mexican type. They were Iirst seen on an August night, at the Q Ranch, a large boarding house or hotel located near lone. CAunt Julia rose from the rock on which she had been sitting and came closerj. 'lThe following morning they left the ranch and made their way towards Drytown, first robbing a Chinese camp and leaving all the Chinamen tied. Their next step was to attack Drytown and then go to Rancheria. But by some fortunate cause the citizens learning of their scheme immediately prepared to save their city. Two prominent citizens volunteered fourl