Skip to content

Choose a Chapter | Purchase the eBook

1 The Collision Of Cultures
2 Britain And Its Colonies
3 Colonial Ways Of Life
4 The Imperial Perspective
5 From Empire To Independence
6 The American Revolution
7 Shaping A Federal Union
8 The Federalist Era
9 The Early Republic
10 Nationalism And Sectionalism
11 The Jacksonian Impulse
12 The Dynamics Of Growth
13 An American Renaissance: Religion, Romanticism, And Reform
14 Manifest Destiny
15 The Old South
16 The Crisis Of Union
17 The War Of The Union
18 Reconstruction: North And South
19 New Frontiers: South And West
20 Big Business And Organized Labor
21 The Emergence Of Urban America
22 Gilded-age Politics And Agrarian Revolt
23 An American Empire
24 The Progressive Era
25 America And The Great War
26 The Modern Temper
27 Republican Resurgence And Decline
28 New Deal America
29 From Isolation To Global War
30 The Second World War
31 The Fair Deal And Containment
32 Through The Picture Window: Society And Culture, 19451960
33 Conflict And Deadlock: The Eisenhower Years
34 New Frontiers: Politics And Social Change In The 1960s
35 Rebellion And Reaction In The 1960s And 1970s
36 A Conservative Insurgency
37 Triumph And Tragedy: America At The Turn Of The Century

Life in a Mining Camp (1867), Rachel Haskell

» Return to Document Reader
» Worksheet

The prospect of gold or silver lured hordes of people to the mining camps and towns that sprung up like mushrooms in California, Nevada, Arizona, Montana, and Idaho. The following selection comes from a month of diary entries made by Mrs. Rachel Haskell, who lived in Aurora, Nevada, where her husband was a tollkeeper, in 1867. It evokes the daily activities and concerns experienced by many in the mining communities of the Far West.

Sunday Mar. 3rd. Got up late as usual these stormy times. Breakfast noon. I washed boys, a good scouring all over, dressed them, then went thru my own toilet. Ella1 read Gulliver's Travels aloud to boys. . . . While Mr. H2 read in kitchen, I lay on sofa and enjoyed myself in said quiet position reading a book . . . till supper was nearly ready. Mr. H. keeps it going on stove. Washed dishes alone. Mr. H. talking in kitchen, Ella playing on piano some pleasant airs. Both ministers sick, so no church today. Came to sitting room, sat on a stool near piano while Ella accompanied songs by the family in chorus. . . . Mr. H., after playing on floor with two younger ones lay on the lounge and read likewise. . . .

Thursday 7th. Woke with dreadful headache, breakfast over felt still worse, pale as a sheet. Had to lay on sofa, could not sleep, tried to play some on piano, but no go. Mr. H. did all he could to relieve me, sat reading Esther or Job in the Bible keeping room quiet. I got some camphor and lay on the bed . . . which stopped the throbbing in my brain; so long since I had a heavy head ache I had forgotten the misery. Kimball and Carlton called in during afternoon. Felt better and got up. Went to table and ate some supper. Mr. Givin came in. Ella and John went to spend evening up town. Had a social chat in front room with the visitors, Maney very cross running from Mr. H. to me. He still reading Job. We ate some pine nuts. . . .

Friday, 8th. Pretty bright morning. Kept the house open for a while. Washed after arranging the shelves more to my liking, put specimens, shells, etc. on them. Washing easy, today. Mr. H. cleaned up stairs. Kept water and fire up and scrubbed kitchen floor, when I got thru. Wrote up this book from Tuesday while waiting supper. Snow falling lightly and tops of hills slightly invisible.

Saturday 9th. Exceedingly deep snow, the deepest of the season. Breakfast over and work was made easy today. Sat down to complete the dear little velvet breeches commenced so long ago. . . . Had a boiled dinner, of cabbage, potatoes and carrots, which were cooked on the front room stove. Ate our supper alone, Mr. H. not coming. Felt very much concerned thereat, worried in mind a good deal. Completed Birdie's suit, put him in them, admiring him as he ran up and down in his first habiliments. Hemmed some ruffling on machine to put on bottoms. Received a present of handsome carving knife and fork, from John D. Papa came home very late with a dreadful headache. He laid on the sofa saying "I never was so sick in his life." Threw up. And I went to sleep with Ella.

Sunday 10th. Almost snowed in, snow very very deep. 2 feet. John D. started home; gave me a nice, large platter to go with carving knife and fork, and side-board, both of which he bought of Mrs. Cooper. We were very very sorry to part with him having had a most brotherly visit of several weeks. The snow was so heavy we feared it would crack the kitchen roof, as it groaned once or twice, which made us all scoot. Papa ascended the roof and removed the weight. I washed Dudley and Harry and they went to morning service single file through the snow with their Father. Washed up the floor which looked rather soiled, while Ella . . . washed and dressed Birdie and Manie. . . . Pop and boys home in good season. I made plum pies and cunning little tarts, latter which pleased the five children exceedingly. Enjoyed our Sunday dinner. The children did not go to sabbath school. Donned my usual short grey to commence my rest just at dusk. Papa went to town, promising to come back soon with peanuts. I read aloud to Dudley and Harry. . . . Boys enjoyed their stories exceedingly. Mr. H returned in good season, peanuts all safe which we enjoyed, with the addition of a few pines. Finis to Sunday.

Monday 11th. Sprinkled last week clothes for ironing, made yeast. Ella ironed. . . . Howcomfortable and cozy the sitting room did look this evening by twilight. The shelves laden with books, specimens, minerals, shells. The Piano, the Sewing Machine, comfortable sofa and easy chair, with healthy, happy, prattling . . . little children. . . . We heard a most piteous wail of wind that seemed like a groan of the Spheres or the wail of a lost soul. Twice or thrice repeated, then died away into a perfect calm. We went to bed without Mr. H. who did not return till after 12 o'clock, ostensibly waiting for the mail.

Sat. 16th. Scrubbed kitchen again which looked terrific by this morning. Made bread, and set doughnuts—all tardy in rising. Sat in entry and read the Dodge Club in Harper3, Ella sewed some on machine while I sat at back window in sitting room enjoying the view and sewing Birdie's velvet pants which proved too short in legs. . . . Waited supper on Mr. H. who did not come. . . . Passed a pleasant evening. Mr. R. brot us a nice mince pie, had quite a talk with him. Mr. Chapin recd two pieces of music, both of which he presented to us, "What are the wild waves saying" and "Bonnie Eloise." Also a pack of author cards to the children which we played with much zest. After our callers left we sat up quite late children and all, warmed our mince pie and enjoyed eating it much. . . . Mr. H. did not come home all night. But I thought of other things. Ella's dress I must make for Odd fellows ball and so forth so I experienced no particular harassment.

Sunday 17th. Waked with rather a forlorn, angry feeling at heart. No matches. Dudley started up town to get them and see where papa was. Met him coming home. Had a sharp talk on these growing peccadillos, but went to church together. How wearied and haggard he looked. Small turn out of ladies at Church. Snowy path to church. Had to fry my cakes after return. Mr. H. lay down and slept till dark, supper over, Mr. Medley spent evening and I read my book till my eyes grew heavy and I threw myself on the bed and had good sleep. Mr. H. seems much more affectionate.

Monday 18th. Everything to arrange in cupboard and kitchen. Scrubbed floor and made every thing look neat. Read Hawthorne while resting. Ella making Maney a frock of some old plaid. Put on beans. Had liver and onion, pickles Mr. H brot down. After supper Mr. H. read near the stove in kitchen while I cut out flannel shirt for Dudley and sewed the seams. Ella writing some in her never ending style. Ball up town tonight, lot of boys came down to skating pond, our Dud got out of bed and joined them. Maney cross; could not sew or read so went to bed. Boys staid out long time. We did not hear them come in, but they were disgusted with the big boys who drank liquor from a bottle.

Tuesday 26th. Birdie was dreadfully croupy last night. His breathing intensely labored. Put a wet cloth on his chest which did not relieve him so promptly as it does generally. It was a great drain on my sympathy all the hours of the night. He talked excitedly too a great deal. My eyes were shut, and so very sore when I waked. This eternal covering of snow which continually meets the gaze so glittering must prove hurtful to an organ whose natural color should be green to look upon. . . .

Thursday 28th. Got up late, later than usual, which is not necessary. Disturbed Mr. H. by preparing for washing said weekly business being repugnant to his nerves. Swept rooms first and got thro well enough with the Herculean task which women all dread, but which is a diversion to me, and proceeded to getting supper. Made oyster soup which children hailed as glorious. Mr. H. ate his sour with vinegar. I washed dishes to let Ella get ready to attend of "Master Mason's daughter," up town. Our guest of previous evening Mr. Mitchener came for her. I never saw her looking prettier than when she came in soon ready to start, expectation in her countenance health in her cheek and nobleness in her manner. Left to ourselves had a quiet evening. . . .

Sat. 30th. Mr. H. gathered wood off the hills much to his satisfaction, boys accompanying him. Squaws engaged in same business packing off loads on their backs. Scrubbed kitchen and chairs. I sewed at skirt of Ella's dress. Had cabbage boiled for supper and bacon. Mr. H. washed entry and stairs down, [and he was]4 rather surly till supper was over when he beamed forth a little. Maney so cross and fretful and my eyes so painful I took her to bed quite early. . . .

1. A friend. (Return to text)
2. Rachel Haskell's husband. (Return to text)
3. A popular magazine. (Return to text)
4. Editorial insertion. (Return to text)
[From Richard Lillard, ed., "A Literate Woman in the Mines: The Diary of Rachel Haskell," Mississippi Valley Historical Review 21 (June 1944):81–98.]

Section Menu





Norton Gradebook

Instructors now have an easy way to collect students’ online quizzes with the Norton Gradebook without flooding their inboxes with e-mails.

Students can track their online quiz scores by setting up their own Student Gradebook.