XIV
ALL ASh.o.r.e
So interested had most of the pa.s.sengers been, that they had omitted to collect their baggage and make the grand rush as at Chagres. But now at the dropping of the anchor the charm was broken. Helter-skelter they all ran, to be ready for the first landing, but suddenly were halted by the word that n.o.body could go ash.o.r.e until morning. The ship must first be examined by the health officer. So a howl of dismay and wrath arose.
"The captain thinks he"ll keep us aboard all night, does he? Well, he can"t and n.o.body else can, either. Ain"t that right?"
Charley had been carried along by the rush to gather the baggage; and now this voice spoke at his elbow. He looked quickly, and saw the profile of the long-nosed man, who was talking to one of his partners.
"There"ll be plenty of boats sneaking around, and plenty of sailors taking French leave for the mines," continued the long-nosed man.
"We"ll just join "em. We"ve got too big a stake ahead of us, to waste a night here."
"Sure. We"ll let the other party do the wasting," answered the partner. "We"re ahead, so far, and we"ll stay ahead."
"All right. Keep your eyes and ears open, and a little money in your hand, and at the first chance, we leave. Tell Jack, if you see him before I do."
Charley slipped away. So the long-nosed man"s party were planning to go ash.o.r.e anyhow, were they? Well, he"d see about that. He"d tell his father, who"d tell the captain, and the captain would make them play fair.
But his father shook his head, after Charley had excitedly appealed.
"No, we won"t do a thing. Grigsby and I had decided anyway that we"d better stay on board till morning. We"ll all gain nothing by going ash.o.r.e in the dark, Charley. Lieutenant Sherman says it"s a miserable place to find your way around in, and it"s full of the riff-raff of all nations, besides the better people. As for the Jacobs party, what they do is none of our business. They"ll deny that they have any notion of going--and then they"ll go, just the same. The captain has other things to tend to, than watching the pa.s.sengers."
"But they"ll beat us," complained Charley.
"Nonsense," laughed his father. "The crooked trail is the longest way "round. When they get ash.o.r.e in the dark they"ll not be much nearer the end than we are. We"ll mind our own business and play fair, and then you"ll see who comes out ahead at last."
"Is that San Francisco?" quavered somebody near them, at the rail. She was one of the worn, plucky women who had traveled the Gila trail. "It looks like a big camp-meetin"."
And so San Francisco did! Many more lights had been struck; a few flickered here and there, as if they were being carried about, but the majority appeared to be behind canvas, through which they shone with pale yellow glow. Evidently even some of the business buildings were only canvas; and these, and the mult.i.tude of tents, gleamed dully like a great encampment. Voices sounded constantly, echoing across the water; hammering never ceased; music floated--strains of violin and trumpet and piano! From the water-front clear back up the sides of the hills San Francisco was alive by night as by day. And on the hour all the vessels in the harbor struck their bells, in a great, melodious chime.
Charley and his father and Mr. Grigsby stood long at the rail, as did the other pa.s.sengers, gazing at the dim sh.o.r.e and its mult.i.tude of spectral lights, and talking. The whole ship seemed to be athrill with great expectations; row-boats approached, circled and mysteriously lingered, as if awaiting; and the little waves murmured low and invitingly, as they slapped against the steamer"s sides.
Yes, after the trip of forty days and nights from New Orleans (fifty from New York!), and of six thousand miles, by water, and twenty miles by land, here they all were, at anchor off the Land of Gold.
Charley rather hated to turn in. However, the three of them went to bed, at ten o"clock, and San Francisco was still as lively as ever.
Once, in the night, Charley woke up, thinking that he heard a soft hail and the splash of oars. He wondered if the long-nosed man"s party were taking their "French leave." He sat up and peered out of the open door; and there, across the water, were the lights of San Francisco, and the uproar of voices and hammers and music. Apparently, San Francisco didn"t sleep.
All in all, it wasn"t a very good night for sleeping, anywhere. Some of the pa.s.sengers on the decks talked the whole night through, it seemed to Charley, discussing plans. At daylight began a general stir, to prepare to go ash.o.r.e, the Adams party were ready about as soon as anybody, waiting for the boats to start their trips. Luggage was piled high, everywhere aboard; and by sunrise people were impatient.
It happened to be a beautiful morning, with wisps of fog drifting out to sea. How large the bay was, extending north and south and three miles wide! Porpoises were numerous, rolling their backs through the tumbling gray surface; gulls sailed and circled and screamed; and there was a hoa.r.s.e, grunty barking which Mr. Grigsby said was from sea-lions, on the rocks of the sh.o.r.e.
Now San Francisco lay revealed, sprawled from the wharves of the water"s edge, on back up the sides of the bare rounded hills behind.
"Who would have thought, when I came out here with Fremont," murmured Mr. Grigsby, as they three gazed again at the town, "that the old hide landing of Yerba Buena would have jumped to this. My idea for a city would be the other side of the bay, on the mainland. But here was the starter, boats were used to it, and nothing can stop the place now."
"It"s not very pretty, that"s sure," commented Mr. Adams.
And indeed, evidently built of anything that came to hand, with its houses squatted in haphazard, hasty fashion, and the country around bare and brown and bleak, San Francisco did not look attractive. But the bay was grand; and the hundreds of ships flying the flags of the United States, and England, and France and Spain and Mexico and Germany and Denmark and Sweden, were interesting beyond words. There were several United States men-of-war. One, the line-of-battle-ship _Ohio_, lay not far away from the _California_. How tremendous she looked, with her yards all aslant, and the round, black muzzles of her cannon staring out through her open ports! Nothing could lick _her_, decided Charley, proudly.
A bustling fleet of rowboats put out to the _California_, yelping for the business of taking pa.s.sengers and baggage ash.o.r.e. The ship"s boats also began work early; and now, at last, Charley found himself embarked in a skiff and making for the sh.o.r.e. He did not see any of the Jacobs party, on the decks or in the other boats. As like as not, then, they had sneaked away during the night.
The one wharf toward which the boat seemed to be making was crowded with people and piled high with baggage. Every inch appeared occupied--and now another difficulty presented. The tide was out, for the water ended a quarter of a mile from the sh.o.r.e! The boat sluggishly stopped.
"Here you are," said one of the boatmen. "Tumble out."
"What do you mean?" demanded Mr. Adams. "We"ve paid you two dollars each to take us ash.o.r.e. You don"t expect us to walk through this mud, do you?"
"Walk or fly. This is sh.o.r.e, as you can see for yourself. Boats don"t travel on stilts, in this country."
Other boats also were being stuck, and many of the pa.s.sengers were already wading knee-deep in ooze, for the dry land.
"An outrage!" exclaimed Mr. Adams.
"We can"t control the tides, stranger, even in California," spoke the other boatman. "We can leave you here and come again in about four hours and take you the rest of the way for two dollars more. Tide"ll be turned by that time."
"What"ll you charge to carry us in from here, now?" asked Mr. Grigsby.
"Five dollars apiece for self and baggage."
"Come on, Charley," bade Mr. Adams. "Off with your boots and stockings. We can do as the rest do."
"That"s the talk," approved Mr. Grigsby.
Barefooted, trousers rolled high, out they stepped, and lugging their bed rolls and other hand baggage, stumped for the sh.o.r.e.
"Five dollars apiece!" muttered Mr. Grigsby. "Money must be mighty cheap out here."
"If that"s a sample of prices, the quicker Charley and I get out of town, the better," answered Mr. Adams. "Eh, Charley?"
All along the stretch of tide-flats pa.s.sengers from the _California_ were wading ash.o.r.e. The women were being carried pickaback--and screamed when their helpers stumbled. It was a comical sight, for several men already had tripped and fallen, and were a ma.s.s of mud.
A number of men and boys were digging in the mud for clams. One man they pa.s.sed had such an odd appearance that Charley turned and stared back at him. He was of a strange yellow complexion, his eyes were set slantwise, he wore a short, loose, bluish frock with wide sleeves, and a round little hat, and down his back hung a long pig-tail.
"There"s a queer sort of Injun," remarked Mr. Grigsby. "Some sort of a Sandwich Islander, I reckon."
"No; that"s a Chinese--a Chinaman they call him in New Orleans," said Mr. Adams. "I"ve seen some down there, and in Mexico, too."
"Well, he"s an odd one, all right," insisted the Fremonter. And Charley agreed.
The crowd on the wharf and sh.o.r.e were cheering and laughing at the antics in the mud. From the wharf a long, steep flight of steps led down, and up this, in the procession, toiled the Adams party.
It was a very good-natured crowd, almost all men, in rough costumes of miner"s red or blue or gray shirts, and trousers tucked into boots, slouch hats, faces well whiskered and pistols and knives thrust through belts. Some of the men were uproariously greeting newly-arrived relatives and friends; but there was no one here to greet the Adams party. So the first thing to do was to find the trunk, and then a lodging-place.
"What"s the proper hotel, Grigsby?" inquired Mr. Adams.
"I"ll find out." And Mr. Grigsby addressed the nearest citizen--a small, gray-shirted man with a beard almost as gray. "Pardner, what are the lodging-houses here now? City Hotel still running?"
"City Hotel, Parker House, Portsmouth Hotel, United States Hotel; they"re all running, and full to the roofs, too, stranger. If you want a bed you"ve got to make tracks--and I reckon by the looks of your feet you"ll make "em."