Main Street Hornitos, 1912,  published by Mrs. F. Olcese
photo donated by Janet Foster (jmaefoster@hotmail.com)

Janet is researching the REEB family.
 

From the Mariposa Gazette, May 15,1925- transcribed by Steve Miller, March 9, 2002

HORNITOS
Poem by Ned Prairie

Way back in the early days,
When digging for gold was the strong
          man's craze,
I have seen your streets 'neath the
          coaloil night,
When your day began at the fall of
         night
When the miners came with their
          sacks of gold,
And the game ran high for the free
           and bold,
And the couples sped o'er the dance
          hall floor,
Hornitos knows them now  no more
Gone are those days--now all that's
           left,
Are the lonely graves on the side-
            hill crest,
And the adobe walls of the Plaza
           square
Stand giant and grim in the sun-
           light's glare.
Now-the squirrels play in the grass-
            grown streets
That resounds no more to the miners'
          feet,
And your crumbling walls are the
           only signs
That's left of the Days of '49.
 

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