The early 1850s found old Hangtown up one minute
and down the next, but always hanging tough.
The irrepressible ravine city was forever booming or busting. In 1852 the little metropolis was thriving,
and rapidly gaining renown as the bustling hub of activity in the heart of the
mother lode. The picturesque structures
along Main Street were in a constant state of metamorphosis. The tinder dry buildings were forever burning
down, abandoned, or completely renovated. Main Street itself, for whatever
reason, never seemed to change. The real
estate changed hands, and the ramshackle, rough-sawn facades were gradually
replaced by brick and iron, but the dusty, rut-riddled boulevard held
tenaciously to its steady, time-honored course; passed the courthouse, down the
grade, and widening for its familiar promenade at the bellower, before
narrowing at the Round Tent and making a beeline passed the cozy inns and the dimly
lit saloons. The already infamous settlement gradually spread northward into
Bedford’s tent city and eastward up Hangtown Creek. Eventually referred to as
upper and lower town, the long narrow settlement was bisected by a crossing
near Blair’s Lumber Yard where upper town proceeded eastward along the creek
until gradually petering out just short of Smith Flat, home of Three Mile House
and the Blue Lead Mine. SC
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