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Updated: July 14, 2025
San Francisco formed in 1851 a vigilance committee of citizens, by which crimes could be more summarily and surely punished. The pioneer banking house in California began business at San Francisco in January, 1849. The same month saw the first frame house on the Sacramento, near Sutter's Fort.
One may start from Alviso, and sail in a general direction, almost without turning, one hundred and fifty-five miles to Sacramento city.
There were six of them altogether, tall wiry men all of them; they'd mostly been hunters and trappers in the Rocky Mountains before the gold was struck at Suttor's Mill, in the Sacramento Valley. They had been digging in '49 in California, but had come over when they heard from an old mate of a placer diggings at Turon, richer than anything they had ever tried in America.
"We must be related somewheres," the mason laughed, with a sense of irony. "Where did your family come from?" "Somewhere East Missouri, I think. But that was long ago before the gold times. Grandfather Stan came out in forty-nine and settled on the Sacramento River, and that was where father was raised."
"Well, I don't suppose you object to being held here," observed Presley. "Gives you a chance to visit your mother and the little girl." "And precisely they choose this day to go up to Sacramento," answered Dyke. "Just my luck. Went up to visit my brother's people. By the way, my brother may come down here locate here, I mean and go into the hop-raising business.
"I reckon as Sacramento is a sort of hell on arth, and guess there's more wickedness goes on in that ere little town than in any other place its own size on the face of creation. They tells me as San Francisco is worse, but at any rate Sacramento is bad enough for me."
"The kernel was talkin' in the bar room, and kind o' wonderin' why you hadn't got married agin. Said you'd make a stir in Sacramento but you was jest berried HERE." "I suppose he's heard of my husband?" said the widow indifferently. "Yes but he said he couldn't PLACE YOU," returned Miss Morvin. The widow looked up. "Couldn't place ME?" she repeated.
They were Matt Kelson and Ed Curtis; both of whom had been his colleagues at Meidler, Meidler & Co., in Sacramento Street, and like himself had been thrown out of work when the firm had "smashed." Since that affair Hamar had studiously avoided them.
Zenobia laughed too, and, lazily turning the chair around, dropped into it. "And by this time George Lee's loungin' back in his chyar and smokin' his cigyar somewhar in Sacramento," she added, stretching her feet out to the fire, and suiting the action to the word with an imaginary cigar between the long fingers of a thin and not over-clean hand.
He would make some excuse to Nott he smiled to think he would probably be classed in the long line of absconding tenants he would say good-by to Rosey, and leave for Sacramento that night. He ascended the stairs to the gangway with a freer breast than when he first entered the ship. Mr.
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