Port O' Gold: A History-Romance of the San Francisco ArgonautsStellman, Louis J. (Louis John)
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Port O' Gold: A History-Romance of the San Francisco Argonauts
Stellman, Louis J. (Louis John)
Historical fiction; San Francisco (Calif.) -- Fiction
LVI Some War Reactions.
LVII Waters Pays the Price.
LVIII McTurpin Turns Informer.
LIX The Comstock Furore.
LX The Shattered Bubble.
LXI Desperate Finance.
LXII Adolph Sutro's Tunnel.
LXIII Lees Solves a Mystery.
LXIV An Idol Topples.
LXV Industrial Unrest.
LXVI The Pick-Handle Parade.
LXVII Dennis Kearney.
LXVIII The Woman Reporter.
LXIX A New Generation.
LXX Robert and Maizie.
LXXI The Blind Boss.
LXXII Fate Takes a Hand.
LXXIII The Return.
LXXIV The "Reformer".
LXXV A Nocturnal Adventure.
LXXVI Politics and Romance.
LXXVII Aleta's Problem.
LXXVIII The Fateful Morn.
LXXIX The Turmoil.
LXXX Aftermath.
LXXXI Readjustment.
LXXXII At Bay.
LXXXIII In the Toils.
LXXXIV The Net Closes.
LXXXV The Seven Plagues.
LXXXVI A New City Government.
LXXXVII Norah Finds Out.
LXXXVIII The Shooting of Heney.
LXXXIX Defeat of the Prosecution.
XC The Measure of Redemption.
XCI Conclusion.
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As they looked, the sunlight triumphed, scattering the fog into queer,
floating shapes, luminous and fraught with weird suggestions.... One
might have thought a splendid city lay before them, ... impalpable, yet
triumphant, with its hint of destiny.
"Ah, Senor," Inez' smile had faded, ... "they have cause for hatred".
Men with shovels, leveling the sand-hills, piled the wagons high with
shimmering grains which were ... dumped into pile-surrounded bogs. San
Francisco reached farther and farther out into the bay.
Samuel Brannan rode through the streets, holding a pint flask of
gold-dust in one hand ... and whooping like a madman: "Gold! Gold! Gold!
From the American River".
Passersby who laughed at the inscription witnessed simultaneously the
rescue of an almost submerged donkey by means of an improvised derrick.
Broderick's commanding figure was seen rushing hither and thither....
"You and two others. Blow up or pull down that building," he indicated a
sprawling, ramshackle structure.
There sat the redoubtable captain, all the ... austerity of his West
Point manner melted in the indignity of sneezes and wheezes.... "Money!
God Almighty! Sherman, there's not a loose dollar in town".
"Draw and defend yourself," he said loudly. He shut his eyes and a
little puff of smoke seemed to spring from the end of his fingers,
followed ... by a sharp report.
In front of the building on a high platform, two men stood.... A
half-suppressed roar went up from the throng.
Terry, who had taken careful aim, now fired. Broderick staggered,
recovered himself. Slowly he sank to one knee.
The concourse broke into applause. Then it was hysteria, pandemonium.
Fifty thousand knew their city was safe for Anti-Slavery.
Half a thousand jobless workers, armed and reckless, marched toward the
docks. They bore torches.... "A hell-bent crew," said Ellis.
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