Toward evening the weather thickened and a rain came on. It turned
colder. Still the crowd did not disperse. It stood in its sodden shoes,
hugging its sodden cloaks to its shoulders, humped over, waiting. About
eight o'clock several companies in rigid marching formation appeared. A
stir of interest, shivered through the crowd, but died as it became
evident that this was only a general relief for those on duty during
the day. At midnight, or thereabouts, the crowd went home; but again by
first daylight the streets for blocks were jammed full. Still it rained
with a sullen, persistence. Still nothing happened.
And all over the city business was practically at a stand. Knots of men
stood conferring on every corner. Conversation in mixed company was
very wary indeed. No man dared express himself too openly. The courts
were empty. Some actually closed, on one excuse or another, but most
went through a form of business. Some judges took the occasion to go to
White Sulphur Springs on vacations, long contemplated, they said. These
things occasioned lively comment. It was generally known that the
Sacramento steamer of the evening before had carried several hundred
passengers, all with pressing business at the capitol, or somewhere
else. As our chronicler tells it: "A good many who had things on their
minds left for the country." Still it rained; still the crowd waited;
still the headquarters of the Committee of Vigilance remained closed
and inscrutable.
LXIV
During all this time the Executive Committee sat in continuous session,
for it had been agreed that no recess of more than thirty minutes
should be taken until a decision had been reached. The room in which
they sat was a large one, lighted by windows on one side only. Coleman
sat behind a raised desk at one end. Below it stood a small table
accommodating two. On either side six small tables completed three
sides of a hollow square. No ornament, no especial comforts--the desk,
the thirteen pine tables, the twenty-eight pine chairs, the wooden
walls, the oil lamps, the four long windows--that was all.
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