“A fellow establishes a claim, that piece of land becomes his property. He sets to work a-diggin’ with a shovel or a pickax and he shifts the dirt he digs up. If there’s water runnin’ through the property, he takes a pan that looks like a sieve and holds it in the stream. If his luck is good, he comes up with shiny nuggets that are bein’ washed down the river. Maybe all he gets is some gold dust, but enough of it is worth a heap o’ money too….”
The California Gold Rush, in a nutshell, as described by frontiersman Randy Gregg.
In the book’s opening pages, we meet the husband and wife team of Rick and Elisabeta Miller.
Rick had always been a go-getter, leaving home at the tender age of fifteen, then becoming a hunter and trapper in the Rocky Mountains before migrating to Texas, where he had risen high in the ranks of the famed Rangers.
Elisabeta grew up in Spain, sheltered by her parents until a treacherous, deceptively charming seducer convinced her to follow him to Texas. This venture proved to be a great ordeal for her, both in mind and perseverance.
And it was in Texas that Rick and Elisabeta met and fell in love.
She had elderly relatives that owned a ranch in California’s Sacramento Valley, and when they’d passed, willed the property to her.
The couple then moved to the ranch, located seventy-five miles from San Francisco, not far from the village of Sacramento.
The year was 1846.
For the next couple of years, the couple lived in newlywed bliss at the ranch. Elisabeta’s pride and joy were her plant and vegetable gardens. She also enjoyed the carriage rides out to visit their neighbor friends.
Rick also took great pleasure in living at the ranch. On the career front, he was encouraged to become the sheriff of Sacramento Valley, due in part to his steadfast way of carrying himself, one that instilled confidence in those he interacted with, and also because of his stellar work record with the Texas Rangers.
In those days, there was peace, prosperity and good living in the area. The low rate of crime allowed the lawman the luxury of extra time to word the ranch, a pastime Rick enjoyed immensely.
But all of that tranquility, good honest living and same community began to take a sinister turn toward chaos and danger when gold was discovered in the nearby American River. The few initial strikes quickly spawned a series of wild, breathlessly old tales that there was much more gold to be discovered in the nearby hills and rivers.
Fortune seekers from all over America, and still more from overseas descended on the area.
At this time, the State of California had just joined the United States of America. Having been granted its own statehood in 1848, the new government lacked the organizational departments, operational infrastructure and manpower to enforce the newly passed laws. The influx of gold seekers was far outpacing the development of this infant state.
In the pages of the story itself, we learn of the reality:
“The flood of immigrants to California that began in late 1848 became a tidal wave as the Great Gold Rush gathered force the following year. Before 1849 ended, more than a hundred thousand newcomers would arrive, most of them men and more than seventy-five percent born Americans. Among the foreigners who came were the first Chinese ever to move to the western world.
By the end of the year, more than five hundred sailing ships would ride at anchor in San Francisco Bay, many of them deserted by crews eager to join in the search for gold. San Francisco expanded at a dizzy, unprecedented pace, and by the end of 1849, would boast a permanent population of more than twenty thousand, with more transients passing through the community than the overwhelmed city fathers could count.
The California Gold Rush frenzy did not go unnoticed by the federal government. California was a new state with very few services and even less policing. Those in the halls of power in Washington, D.C. considered this to be a perilous combination of factors.
To this end, one of Zachary Taylor’s first acts as president, in March of 1849 was to increase the size of the Presidio Garrison. General Lee Blake received even more help than he had requested and was relieved when transports brought him one thousand additional infantrymen and one thousand cavalrymen. His units, which included a far smaller garrison at Fort Vancouver on the Columbia River in the Oregon Territory, composed the only force west of the Rocky Mountains capable of imposing order on an unruly population.
Rick Miller was less fortunate when it came to these arrangements. The Sacramento Valley was in the heart of Gold Rush country and was inundated. Overnight, the previously sleepy village of Sacramento was transformed into a bustling city where murder, robbery, mayhem and burglary were common, and the forty deputies Rick was authorized to hire could not handle the ever-mounting crime wave. He swore in scores of volunteer and part-time deputies, but as he had predicted, these amateur law enforcement officers found it almost impossible to keep the peace.”
It was a wild country inflamed by a lust for gold.
I’d only ventured 10% the way through the book when I came to understand and appreciate the full scope of this story’s plot. I was eager to read on, the story was built on an intriguing, historically significant period in history. I would learn more about the era, while being entertained at the same time. I was looking forward to the reading adventure that was to follow.
And what an adventure it was!
As I passed through page after page, and chapter after chapter I met an amazingly colorful and diverse cast of characters, including: A woman who had a head for numbers and was handy with a rifle, a New York society attorney turned buckskin wearing county prosecutor, a lavishly dressed beauty who had a penchant for household chores, a wise scholar from Nan King turned philosophical gold prospector, a teenager possessing sound judgement beyond his years becoming a deputy and a prostitute turned benefactress to a starving boy.
I was in awe as I read of a shattering of a single shop window turning into a city-wide riot.
It was a story of evil and treachery, offset by individual courage and a strong sense of community.
By the end, I found myself so much more than entertained. I was better informed and was most inspired by characters that I really cared for. Especially Melissa Austin.
This was my first foray into the “Wagons West” series, and based on my love of this first book, it will not be my last!