Verum quid non 'auri sacra fames' compellit acquiescere

A California party on a pic-nic excursion. Lush, bucolic mountain scene with prancing horses and grandly outfitted riders, as Pastoral California fades in the wake of the Gold Rush. One of the “upper ten” in the diggings, and a California savan— “My charge for examination is exactly one pound of gold. ................
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