Identifier: mountainsmolehil00marr (find matches)
Title: Mountains and molehills; or, Recollections of a burnt journal
Year: 1855 (1850s)
Authors: Marryat, Frank, 1826-1855
Subjects: Marryat, Frank, 1826-1855
Publisher: London : Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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com-menced at four in the morning, in a drinking-house,and spreading with great rapidity, was not arresteduntil it had consumed three hundred houses, andabout a million sterling of property. These were hard blows for the young city, butnothing daunted, the citizens renewed their exertions,and in a few weeks the bm*nt district was againcovered with buildings. Every effort was now madeto secure the city against future similar calamities;many brick houses were erected, fire companies on alarge scale were organised, and reservoirs for waterwere constructed in different parts of the town. Buton the i4th of June, fate again was relentless, and afourth conflagration, aided by a high wind, razedthree hundred houses to the ground, and scatteredthree million dollars of property to the winds. Itwas whilst this fire was raging that (as the readermay remember) I arrived at San Prancisco; so hereends my digest of the early history of this braveyoung city, and as the flood-tide is coming in, I take
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A LITTLE CRAB. 163 a parting shot at a little crab that has not taken hiseyes off me since we arrived, and wonders, I suppose,why I dont pelt one of my own size, and gliding offour mud bank, we make sail for San Francisco. m2 CHAPTER IX. THE OLD CRAB-CATCHER—MR. WARREN — AMERICAN FRIENDSHIP — THEAMERICAN PRESS—EDUCATION IN AMERICA—AMERICANS GOOD COLONISTS—CALIFORNIAN CORRESPONDENCE. April, 1851. At daylight the next morning we found ourselvesamong the shipping that lay moored in crowds infront of San Francisco. Whilst threading our way tothe wharf, we narrowly escaped being swamped byone of the Stockton river steamboats, which, in fact,did graze our stern. The Yankee freshwater skippersof those days expected everything to get out of theirway, regardless of any difficulties that might preventa small boat doing so; but one of these go-aheadcommanders received, to my knowledge, a check.A fisherman of the bay had his smack damaged, andhis trawling apparatus unnecessarily carri

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