Produced by Joshua Hutchinson, Tonya Allen, and Project Gutenberg Distributed Proofreaders THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY A MAGAZINE OF LITERATURE, ART, AND POLITICS VOL. IV, DECEMBER, 1859, NO. XXVI THE EXPERIENCE OF SAMUEL ABSALOM, FILIBUSTER. In the winter of 1856, the outlook of the present writer, known somewhere as Samuel Absalom, became exceedingly troubled, and indeed scarcely respectable. As gold-digger in California, Fortune had looked upon him unkindly, and he was grown to be one of the indifferent, ragged children of the earth. Those who came behind him might read as they ran, stamped on canvas once white, "Stockton Mills. Self-Rising Flour!"--the well-known label in California, at that day, of greatest embarrassment. One morning, after sleeping out the night in the streets of Oroville, he got up, and read these words, or some like them, in the village newspaper:--"The heavy frost which fell last night brings with it at least one source of congratulation for our citizens. Soon the crowd of vagrant street-sleepers, which infests our town, will be forced to go forth and work for warmer quarters. It has throughout this summer been the ever-present nuisance and eyesore of our otherwise beautiful and romantic moonlit nights." "Listen to this scoundrel!" said he; "how he can insult an unfortunate man! Makes his own living braying, lying, and flinging dirt, and spits upon us sad devils who fail to do it in an honest manner! Ah, the times are changing in California! Once, no one knew but this battered hat I sit under might partially cover the head of a nobleman or man of honor; but men begin to show their quality by the outside, as they do elsewhere in the world, and are judged and spoken to accordingly. I will shake California dust from my feet, and be gone!"