The bay narrowed, and between two points called San Pablo (or Saint Paul) and San Pedro (or Saint Peter), guarded by islands called the Brothers and the Sisters, the _Mary Ann_ entered San Pablo Bay, which really was a round basin forming the north end of San Francis...o...b..y.
The bell below was ringing for dinner, but the _Mary Ann_ had turned more toward the east, and against the land, in front, could be seen the masts of more shipping.
"That must be at Mare Island, and at Benicia beyond," said Mr. Grigsby.
"You know how Mare Island gets its name? Because there used to be a big herd of elk on it, led by an old mare. The Government"s going to make a naval station of it. Benicia is the town General Vallejo donated the site of. There"s where the army headquarters are being built. Well, guess we"ll have time to eat, before we get there."
"Come ahead, Charley," bade his father.
The dinner really was very good; and if anybody still was hungry, a sign on the cook"s galley announced, invitingly: "Pies One Dollar."
Charley saw several of the miners buying pies and eating them.
When the Adams party came up on deck again, the _Mary Ann_ had pa.s.sed Mare Island, where some vessels, among them two ships of war, were anch.o.r.ed, and was entering a narrow opening named the Straits of Carquinez. On the right the mountains approached very close. On the left appeared more shipping, and the houses and tents of a town. This was Benicia, and a prettily located place it was, too, with the ground sloping upward, behind it, and the ma.s.sy brown crest of Mount Diablo, landmark seen from the Golden Gate, rising across the strait, before.
Beyond Benicia the straits opened into Suisun Bay--a pocket into which emptied the Sacramento River and the San Joachin River. The San Joaquin River came in on the south. Anybody going to the southern gold mines would sail up the San Joachin to Stockton; but the _Mary Ann_ was bound for the Sacramento and the northern mines; so she kept on, through Suisun Bay, past a town of one house, on the south side, and named (people said, laughing) the New-York-of-the-Pacific, for the mouth of the Sacramento.
XVII
ON TO THE DIGGIN"S
Suisun Bay was bordered with reedy marshes where the rushes grew higher than a man"s head. It seemed to be a great hunting ground, for ducks, geese and swans flew in armies--a beautiful sight in the sunset. These quite excited the _Mary Ann"s_ pa.s.sengers, until suddenly somebody noted, distant in the east, ahead, a long broken line of bluish white.
"Mountains!"
"Look at the mountains, boys!"
"No! Those are clouds."
"No, siree! Mountains, with snow on "em!"
"Hooray for the Sierras, boys! There"s where the gold lies."
"See them?" bade Mr. Grigsby, to Charley and his father. "That"s the main range of the Sierra Nevada--the Snowy Range, as the Spanish goes.
It divides California from the Great Desert. Over it Carson led Fremont and us other fellows, in winter, through ten and twenty feet of snow, to the headwaters of the American River and down the American River to Sutter"s Fort and the Sacramento. How far away is that range, do you think?"
"Near a hundred miles, I should judge," calculated Mr. Adams.
Various pa.s.sengers were guessing twenty, fifty, one hundred and two hundred miles--making all kinds of wild a.s.sertions. But Charley"s father had struck pretty accurately, for he had seen mountains before, in Mexico.
"Just about," approved Mr. Grigsby. "The nearest perhaps seventy-five.
But Sacramento"s more than sixty miles yet, by the river, and the high Sierras are one hundred miles up the American from there."
As evening fell, the _Mary Ann_ was entering a wide channel through the marshes where the San Joaquin River from the south and the Sacramento, further on the east, emptied into Suisun Bay. The mouth of the San Joaquin, said several people, was narrow and shallow, and boats ascending for Stockton and the southern mines frequently went aground if the tide was out; but the Sacramento was wide and deep. A mist or fog began to veil the sh.o.r.es and water, and pa.s.sengers prepared to go to bed. The Adams party decided to sleep rolled in their blankets on deck--which suited Charley exactly. He had grown fond of this open-air sleeping, and planks did not seem hard any more.
The breeze died, and in the dusk the anchor rattled out, holding the schooner short, near the mouth of the Sacramento. All night the wild fowl screamed--and all night the mosquitoes hummed. Charley stuck his head under his blanket and slept fairly well.
The sun rose red, and so did many of the pa.s.sengers, for the mosquitoes had been fierce indeed. But everybody was good-natured; a few hardships must be expected, in making a fortune. With the morning breeze the _Mary Ann_ hoisted in her anchor. All sails set again, she glided through the slough, and struck the current of the Sacramento.
The Sacramento proved to be a fine, n.o.ble stream, flowing 200 and 300 yards wide, with gentle current and plenty of "sea room" around and under. The banks were heavily timbered clear to the water"s edge, flowers blossomed gaily, and through gra.s.sy openings in the timber on the right were given glimpses of the distant foothills, over-topped by the blue-misted snow-crests behind them. It certainly looked like a wonderful country, not only for mining but for farming, also.
The banks appeared mainly deserted, save where squatters, as they were called, had taken land, cleared it, and had piled up wood to sell.
There was one spot which Mr. Grigsby said was an Indian village, and he pointed out reed huts. But the most interesting feature was the boats, most of them going up, a few coming down.
There were two schooners, larger than the _Mary Ann_, but crowded as full, which, just ahead, tacking back and forth, sometimes were near, sometimes far. There were also smaller boats, skiffs and scows, full to the gunwales, their pa.s.sengers rowing and paddling hard, as if in a race. In one funny hand-made skiff the men were using boards and even pans. They scarcely paused to cheer the _Mary Ann_ as she triumphantly glided past, and her pa.s.sengers yelled:
"Bye-bye!" "See you later!" "We"re bound for the mines. Where are you going?" "Want a tow?" And so forth, and so forth. Another boat was a suspiciously built yawl, which looked much like the boat in which Charley had slept, over the stern of the _California_. It held nine men, three of them in sailor costumes; and on the bows a name evidently had been scratched out. Rowing desperately, the men in it barely glanced up as the _Mary Ann_ pa.s.sed. They appeared to be anxious to sheer off.
"Here"s a runaway, I"ll bet my hat," exclaimed the captain of the _Mary Ann_, who happened to be standing near the Adams party. "It"s a ship"s boat, and those men row like sailors--let alone their clothes. They"ve taken French leave, for the mines. It"s impossible to hold a crew, in San Francis...o...b..y. If they can"t steal a boat they"ll swim ash.o.r.e and make their way on foot."
Now down the river came a broad scow, made of rough planks, and steered by sweeps. As it pa.s.sed, the men in it (who wore miners" costumes) waved their hands--and see; they held up gunny sacks and salt bags, stuffed full and heavy.
"Just from the mines," they shouted. "Back from the land of gold.
You"re too late. We got it all."
The sight of those fat, heavy sacks created intense excitement aboard the _Mary Ann_. The pa.s.sengers rushed to the near rail; eyes bulged and voices volleyed in a chorus of questions--and several persons almost jumped overboard.
"Where"d you get it?"
"How much?"
"There"s more, isn"t there?"
"Wait a minute!"
"Stop the ship, captain!"
"Hey! Show us a handful!"
Charley was as excited as anybody. Big sacks of gold! Think of that!
Look at them! But the captain laughed, winking at Mr. Grigsby.
"Sand, boys; sand," he drawled. "That"s a trick of those up-river fellows. They load with bags of sand for ballast, and show them to the other crowd. Bah!"
At this Charley felt better, although he did not begrudge anybody a sack of gold, if only there was enough left.
The _Mary Ann_ made rather slow progress. The river, always broad and smooth, curved in mighty sweeping bends, so that sometimes the breeze was dead ahead. Then the _Mary Ann_ must tack and tack, gaining only a few yards in several hundred. At night she tied up, to a tree; and several of her pa.s.sengers caught some fish from the rail. Charley tended a line, for a few minutes, and caught a cat-fish that weighed twenty pounds; he couldn"t pull it in until his neighbor helped.
The Sacramento evidently flowed through a wide valley, for mountains were visible beyond the timber on either hand. Each evening the schooner stopped for the night, tying or anchoring. Not until noon of the fifth day on the river was any sign of settlement along the banks encountered, although boats continued frequent. But that noon a large ranch was pa.s.sed, where a settler by the name of Schwartz had been wise enough to start in raising vegetables. He had made over $15,000 already, claimed people aboard the schooner--yet for all that n.o.body on the _Mary Ann_ seemed ready to farm instead of mine.
Next, ahead on the right bank, above the Schwartz ranch, appeared a collection of houses and tents. The _Mary Ann_ waxed excited again.
"There"s Sacramento!"
"Get your things together, boys."
"Is that Sacramento, cap"n?"