CHAPTER II.

A GREAT COUNTRY--IMPROVEMENT--ADVENTURERS--DRINKING-SALOONS--THE

OLD JUDGE--BANKS--MINE SPECULATORS--GAMBLING HOUSES--“DON’T

SHOOT”--CLIMATE--HIGH AND DRY.

_June, 1850._

The fire was fast subsiding; and as the embers died away, and the heavy

smoke rolled off to leeward, the site of the conflagration was plainly

marked out to the spectator like a great black chart. There is nothing

particularly impressive in the scene, for although four hundred houses

have been destroyed, they were but of wood, or thin sheet iron, and the

“devouring element” has made a clean sweep of everything, except a few

brick chimneys and iron pots. Everybody seems in good humour, and there

is no reason why the stranger, who has lost nothing by the calamity,

should allow himself to be plunged into melancholy reflections! Planks

and lumber are already being carted in all directions, and so soon as

the embers cool, the work of rebuilding will commence.

I found it amusing next day to walk over the ground and observe the

effects of the intense heat on the articles which were strewed around.

Gun-barrels were twisted and knotted like snakes; there were tons of

nails welded together by the heat, standing in the shape of the kegs

which had contained them; small lakes of molten glass of all the colours

of the rainbow; tools of all descriptions, from which the wood-work had

disappeared, and pitch-pots filled with melted lead and glass. Here was

an iron house that had collapsed with the heat, and an iron fireproof

safe that had burst under the same influence; spoons, knives, forks, and

crockery were melted up together in heaps; crucibles even had cracked;

preserved meats had been unable to stand this second cooking, and had

exploded in every direction. The loss was very great by this fire, as

the houses destroyed had been for the most part filled with merchandise;

but there was little time wasted in lamentation, the energy of the

people showed itself at once in action, and in forty-eight hours after

the fire the whole district resounded to the din of busy workmen.

On the “lot” where I had observed the remains of gun-barrels and nails,

stands its late proprietor, Mr. Jones, who is giving directions to a

master carpenter, or “boss,” for the rebuilding of a new store, the

materials for which are already on the spot. The carpenter promises to

get everything “fixed right off,” and have the store ready in two days.

At this juncture passes Mr. Smith, also in company with a cargo of

building materials; he was the owner of the iron house; he says to Jones

interrogatively,--

“_Burnt_ out?”

JONES.--“Yes, and _burst up_.”

SMITH.--“Flat?”

JONES.--“Flat as a d--d pancake!”

SMITH.--“It’s a great country.”

JONES.--“It’s nothing shorter.”

And in a couple of days both Smith and Jones are on their legs again,

and with a little help from their friends live to grow rich perhaps, and

build brick buildings that withstand the flames.

This fire was attributed to incendiarism, but when the general

carelessness that existed is considered, it is quite as probable that it

resulted from accident. It is much to be regretted that these fires did

not sweep off the gambling houses; but these buildings were now

constructed of brick, and were tolerably well secured against all risk.

When the burnt portion of the city was again covered with buildings, I

had an opportunity of judging of the enormous strides the place had made

since two years back, when it was, by all accounts, a settlement of

tents. Three fires had checked its growth in this short space; but a

daring confidence had laughed as it were at these obstacles, and any one

who knew human nature might see, that so long as that spirit of energy

animated every breast, the city would increase in size and wealth, in

spite even of conflagrations so calamitous. For though many individually

are ruined by the flames, and are forced to retire from the field, yet

in a small community where all are armed with strong determination, the

vacant ranks are soon filled up again, and shoulder to shoulder all

march on in unity of purpose, and gain the victory at last, though at

ever so great a sacrifice. Twelve months back there was little else but

canvass tents here, and a small, shifting, restless, gambling,

population: who was it then, when all looked _uncertain in the future_,

that sent away so many thousand miles for steam excavators, and

tramways, and railway trucks? who were those, again, who sent from this

hamlet of shanties for all the material for large foundries of iron and

brass, for blocks of granite, bricks and mortar, for pile-drivers and

steam-boats? I don’t know,--but these things all arrived; and now, in

eighteen hundred and fifty, the sand-hills tumble down as if by magic,

and are carried to the water’s edge on a railroad where the

pile-drivers are at work, and confine them to the new position assigned

them on a water lot. The clang of foundries is heard on all sides, as

machinery is manufactured for the mines,--brick buildings are springing

up in the principal thoroughfares, steamers crowd the rivers, and

thousands of men are blasting out huge masses of rock to make space for

the rapid strides of this ambitious young city. The better portion of

the population of San Francisco in eighteen hundred and fifty, may be

said to have consisted of adventurers; these were of all nations, the

Americans being in the proportion of about one-third. Many people object

to the term adventurer, as one that has been generally associated with a

class who travel with scanty purses and easy consciences. But Johnson

defines an adventurer as “one who hazards a chance;” and when we

consider that the population here have to a man almost made sacrifices

elsewhere, in hopes of the speedier reward held out by the vicinity of

these vast gold-fields, the term is not misapplied. Neither is it one

that should ever carry opprobrium; while fresh countries remain to be

explored, and facilities of communication are daily increasing, I have

no objection to call myself an adventurer, and wish that I had been one

of those fortunate ones who conferred a vast benefit upon mankind (and

secured _moderate advantages for themselves_) by the discovery of the

gold-fields of California and Australia. The most successful merchants

of San Francisco were needy men, who by chance were on the spot when

first the gold was discovered. The colossal fortunes that a few of these

have reaped, sprung only from the chances that were open to all. Sam

Brannan is probably the wealthiest of these speculators, and he

commenced, they say, by levying a tax on the profits of a party of

Mormons whom he piloted to the diggings. When the Mormons declined to

pay the tax any longer, he called them a parcel of fools for having paid

it so long, and then speculated in building-lots and real estate in San

Francisco and other cities. The rapid rise in the value of this property

elevated Sam to the top round of the ladder of fortune, where he will

probably hold on as long as he can.

The stranger in San Francisco at this time is at once impressed with the

feverish state of excitement that pervades the whole population; there

is no attention paid to dress, and everyone is hurried and incoherent in

manner. Clubs, reading-rooms, and the society of women are unknown; and

from the harassing duties of the day’s business, there is nothing to

turn to for recreation but the drinking-saloons and gambling-houses,

and here nightly all the population meet. Where the commerce engaged in

fluctuates with every hour, and profit and loss are not matters of

calculation, but chance--where all have hung their fortunes on a die,

and few are of that class who bring strong principles to bear upon

conduct that society does not condemn--the gambling-tables are well

supported, and the merchant and his clerk, and perhaps his cook, jostle

in the crowd together, and stake their ounces at the same table.

Drinking is carried on to an incredible extent here; not that there is

much drunkenness, but a vast quantity of liquor is daily consumed.

From the time the habitual drinker in San Francisco takes his morning

gin-cocktail to stimulate an appetite for breakfast, he supplies himself

at intervals throughout the day with an indefinite number of racy little

spirituous compounds that have the effect of keeping him always more or

less primed. And where saloons line the streets, and you cannot meet a

friend, or make a new acquaintance, or strike a bargain, without an

invitation to drink, which amounts to a command; and when the days are

hot, and you see men issuing from the saloons licking their lips after

their iced mint juleps; and where Brown, who has a party with him, meets

you as he enters the saloon, and says, “Join us!” and where it is the

fashion to accept such invitations, and rude to refuse them;--what can a

thirsty man do? The better description of drinking-bars are fitted up

with great taste, and at enormous expense. Order and quiet are preserved

within them during the day; they are generally supplied with periodicals

and newspapers, and business assignations are made and held in them at

all hours. Everybody in the place is generous and lavish of money; and

perhaps one reason for so many drinks being consumed is in the fact that

there is ever some liberal soul who is not content until he has ranged

some twenty of his acquaintances at the bar, and when each one is

supplied with a “drink,” he says, “My respects gentlemen!” and the

twenty heads being simultaneously thrown back, down go “straight

brandies,” “Queen-Charlottes,” “stone-fences,” “Champagne-cocktails,”

and “sulky sangarees,” whilst the liberal entertainer discharges the

score, and each one hurries off to his business. There is no one in such

a hurry as a Californian, but he has always time to take a drink. There

is generally a sprinkling of idlers hanging about these saloons, waiting

for any chance that may turn up to their benefit, and particularly that

of being included in the general invitation of “drinks for the crowd,”

which is from time to time extended by some elated gentleman during the

day. These hangers-on are called “loafers.” There is a story told of an

old judge in the southern part of the country, who was an habitual

frequenter of the bar-room, and who with his rich mellow voice would

exclaim, “Come, let’s all take a drink!” Gladly the loafers would

surround the bar, and each would call for his favourite beverage; but

when all was finished, the judge would observe, “_And now let’s all pay

for it!_” which the loafers would sorrowfully do, and then retire wiser

men.

* * * * *

Perhaps in no other community so limited could one find so many

well-informed and clever men--men of all nations, who have added the

advantages of travelling to natural abilities and a liberal education.

Most of these are young, and are among the most reckless, perhaps, just

now; but by-and-by, when this fever of dissipation has given way to

better impulses, these men will gladly abjure a life which has been

entailed more upon them by circumstance than choice, and will be the

first to help to elevate society to a standard adapted to their real

qualities--and tastes.

The banks of San Francisco are naturally important, as being the

depositories of the wealth that thousands are hourly accumulating on the

rich “placer” fields. These buildings are of brick, and have fire-proof

cellars; and although at the time they were erected the outlay was

enormous, both for material and labour, it was a mere trifle in

comparison with the profits of their owners. The banks line one side of

Montgomery Street, the principal thoroughfare of the city; and as the

space on all sides has been entirely cleared for some distance by the

fire, this row of buildings stands alone just now and solitary, like the

speculative “Terrace” with “extensive marine view” that fronts an

unpopular watering-place in England. At the corner of a street is

Burgoyne’s Bank; you enter and find it very crowded and full of

tobacco-smoke; instead of the chinking of money, you hear a succession

of thumps on the counter, as the large leathern bags of gold-dust come

down on it. Some of the clerks are weighing dust, some are extracting

the black sand with a magnet, and others are packing it in bags and

boxes. The depositors are, generally speaking, miners who have come down

from the diggings, fellows with long beards and jack-boots, and of an

unwashed appearance for the most part. However, many of these are not by

any means what they seem; they have just arrived, perhaps, from a

toilsome dusty journey, and deposit their gold as a first precaution;

and before the evening they will have been metamorphosed into very

respectable-looking members of society, and will remain so until they

return again to the diggings. Large blocks of quartz lie about the room,

in all of which are rich veins of gold. These have been sent down from

the mountains to be assayed; and the rich yield that these solitary

specimens afforded led some time afterwards to a great deal of very

ruinous speculation, for it had been represented that these specimens

were average samples of great veins, and it was only when money had been

expended in large sums that it was discovered that these rich morsels

were merely accidental deposits of gold, and by no means indicated the

value of the veins. A few rich lumps were brought to England, and, by a

little judicious handling and a few public dinners, were turned to good

account; and nothing but the bungling stupidity of some of those who

were sent here to _pull the wires_ prevented the consummation of some of

the greatest swindles that ever were imposed upon the English public. I

feel sore upon this point, for the dishonesty thus practised produced an

ill feeling against the country which was undeserved, and the stigma of

fraud and dishonesty was unjustly cast upon the whole population.

There are no public lamps in the town at this time, so that the greater

part of it is admirably adapted for that portion of the population who

gain their livelihood by robbery, and _murder_ in those cases where

people object to being robbed. But Commercial Street, which is composed

entirely of saloons, is a blaze of light, and resounds with music from

one end to the other. No expense is spared to attract custom, the

bar-keepers are “artists” in their profession; rich soft velvet sofas

and rocking-chairs invite the lounger; but popular feeling runs

strongest in favour of the saloon that contains a pretty woman to attend

the bar. Women are rarities here; and the population flock in crowds and

receive drinks from the fair hands of the female dispenser, whilst the

fortunate proprietor of the saloon realises a fortune in a week--and

only has that time to do it in, for at the end of that period the

charmer is married! A French ship arrived during my stay, and brought as

passengers a large number of very respectable girls, most of whom were

tolerably well looking; they were soon caught up by the saloon

proprietors as waiting-women at salaries of about 50_l._ each per month,

and after this influx the public became gradually inured to female

attendance, and looked upon it as a matter of no moment.

Near the centre of the town is a square, which, in common with many

other things in the country, retains its Spanish appellation, and is

called the “Plaza;” two sides of this are occupied by brick buildings,

devoted solely to gambling. We have the “Verandah,” “Eldorado,” “Parker

House,” “Empire,” “Rendez-vous,” and “Bella Union,” in one row. Most of

these establishments belong to companies, for the amount of capital

required is very large. One or two of the houses are under French

superintendence; companies having been formed in Paris, who openly

avowed their object in the prospectus they issued. On entering one of

these saloons the eye is dazzled almost by the brilliancy of chandeliers

and mirrors. The roof, rich with gilt-work, is supported by pillars of

glass; and the walls are hung with French paintings of great merit, but

of which female nudity forms alone the subject. The crowd of Mexicans,

Miners, Niggers, and Irish bricklayers, through which with difficulty

you force a way, look dirtier (although there is no need of this) from

contrast with the brilliant decorations. Green tables are scattered over

the room, at each of which sit two “monte” dealers surrounded by a

betting crowd. The centres of the tables are covered with gold ounces

and rich specimens from the diggings, and these heaps accumulate very

rapidly in the course of the evening, for “monte,” as played by these

dexterous dealers, leaves little chance for the staker to win. The thin

Spanish cards alone are used, and although the dealer is intently

watched by a hundred eyes, whose owners, in revenge for having lost,

would gladly detect a cheat, and fall upon him and tear him to pieces,

yet are these eyes no match for his dexterous fingers, and the savage

scrutiny with which he is assailed as his partner rakes in the stakes

produces no emotion on his pale unimpassioned face. The duty of a

“monte” dealer is one of great difficulty; although surrounded by a

clamorous crowd, and the clang of music, his head is occupied by

intricate calculations, his eyes are watchfully (though apparently

carelessly) scanning the faces that surround his table, yet they appear

to be rivetted to his cards; he has, in the presence of vigilant

observers, to execute feats, the detection of which would cost him his

life;--nightly almost he draws his revolver in self-defence;--and

through all this he must never change a muscle of his face, and must be

ready at all times to exercise a determined courage in resenting the

mere suspicion of dishonesty on his part, if such is expressed

incautiously by those about him.

There is no limit to the introductions one is subjected to in a

Californian crowd;--if the “monte” dealer rises from his chair, you

will probably be introduced to him, and I had the honour of shaking

hands with a murderer quite fresh from his work, who had been acquitted

a day or two previously by bribing the judge, jury, and the witnesses

against him. I should have declined the honour had I learnt his

profession with his name, but custom insists on your shaking hands on

being introduced to a fellow-mortal; and to refuse to do so is tacitly

to deny one of the great principles of the model republic, which holds

that “one man is as good as another;” and, as I heard a democratic

Irishman observe, “_a d--d sight better_!”

Amidst all the din and turmoil of the crowd, and the noisy music that

issues from every corner, two or three reports of a pistol will

occasionally startle the stranger, particularly if they should happen to

be in his immediate vicinity, and a bullet should (as is not uncommon)

whistle past his head and crack the mirror on the other side of him.

There is a general row for a few moments, spectators secure themselves

behind pillars and under the bar; there is a general exclamation of

“don’t shoot,” which means of course “don’t shoot till we get out of the

way;” but after the first discharges the excitement settles down, and

the suspended games are resumed. A wounded man is carried out, but

whether it is a “monte” dealer who has shot a player, or one gentleman

who has drawn on another gentleman, in the heat of altercation, one does

not learn that night, but it will appear in the morning paper; if the

former it will be headed “_Murderous affray_,” if the latter,

“Unfortunate _difficulty_.” There are different names for the same

thing, even in a democratic colony! The climate of California is very

healthy;--there is a tendency in it to intermittent fever and ague in

some parts of the mountains; but in the mines, sickness has generally

resulted from imprudent exposure, and the drinking of the worst possible

description of ardent spirits. On the sea coast and at San Francisco,

the weather is very changeable during the summer months. When the sun

rises and clears away the fog that hangs over the Bay, the air is as

pure and transparent as that of Naples; by noon the glass is at 90°, and

then the sea breeze sets in, and would be welcome, but that it does not

fan one gently like other sea breezes, but bursts on you with the force

of a hurricane, blows off a bit of the roof of your house, and sends the

fine dust in whirling clouds along the street, in such a way that the

people would profit by lying down flat on their stomachs, as they do in

a regular Simoom! As the sun goes down the “doctor” subsides, after

having done a great deal of good in

[Illustration: HIGH AND DRY.]

airing the town, which as yet is unprovided with sewers. Then there

creeps in steadily a heavy, fat fog, which takes up its quarters in the

Bay every night, and disappears as before mentioned when the sun

rises--under whose influence it does’nt melt like other fogs, but goes

out to sea, and watches the town gloomily, until it is time to come in

again.

These varieties of temperature during some months are methodically

regular, but are not productive of sickness of any kind. The front of

the city is extending rapidly into the sea, as water-lots are filled up

with the sand-hills which the steam excavators remove. This has left

many of the old ships, that a year ago were beached as storehouses, in a

curious position; for the filled-up space that surrounds them has been

built on for some distance, and new streets run between them and the

sea, so that a stranger puzzles himself for some time to ascertain how

the “Apollo” and “Niantic” became perched in the middle of a street, for

although he has heard of ships being thrown up “high and dry,” he has

probably sufficient nautical experience to observe that the degree of

“height” and “dryness” enjoyed by the “Apollo” and “Niantic” resulted

from some other cause than the “fury of the gale.” Leaving San Francisco

for the present to return to it again by-and-by and watch its growth

and improvement, I got all ready for a start for Benicia, a little town

on the Bay, from whence I intended to travel leisurely to Russian River.

I had chosen this district as it abounded in game; and was in quite an

opposite direction to the diggings--a visit to which I postponed until

the ensuing summer, my object for the present being to encamp myself in

some snug place in the mountains, and there live upon my gun, in all the

enjoyment of a free life and the pleasures of the chase.

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