The great diamond hoax : $b and other stirring incidents in the life of Asbury HarpendingHarpending, Asbury
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The great diamond hoax : $b and other stirring incidents in the life of Asbury Harpending
Harpending, Asbury
Brannan, Sam, 1819-1889; California -- History; Latter Day Saint churches -- California; Mines and mineral resources -- California
At Panama we were crowded into a small steamer designed for about 400
passengers, but nearly 1,000 were crammed into it. Conditions in the
steerage were appalling. Besides, the ship was under-provisioned and
we soon ran short of anything like vegetables and fruit. The purser
had thriftily laid in a large private supply of oranges and bananas for
sale in San Francisco. These he had divided into two caches. The hungry
mob seized on one of them, located between decks, in the night, and
cleaned it up to the uttermost peel. The purser knew only too well that
the next night would witness the disappearance of the balance of his
property. He was in despair. An inspiration seized me.
“How much will you take cash for the lot?” I asked him.
“Give me $10 for them and it’s a bargain,” he answered.
I fished out that lonesome $5 piece, paid it on account and made some
vague excuse about getting the other five from my bunk. I was given
permission also to hold a fruit auction sale on the upper deck.
Being a fruit peddler shocked my southern ideas of a gentleman’s
employment. Nothing but downright poverty could have driven me to it.
However, I took the edge off the thing as far as possible by employing
an itinerant gambler, also dead broke, to act as general salesman and
orator while I took in the cash. He had a voice like a fog horn and the
gall of a highwayman. He cried our wares with such success that in a
few minutes the whole ship’s company was engaged in mad competition to
buy oranges and bananas at five for a half. It would have been just the
same if I had made the price five for a dollar.
Money rolled in faster than I could count it. I could see that my
chief of staff was “knocking down” on me in a shameless way, but I
didn’t have time to check his activities--in fact, I didn’t care. In a
little over an hour, the last orange and banana had vanished. I settled
accounts with the purser and counted my capital. I had a little over
$400 to the good, enough to make a decent start in California.
I do not tell this incident because it is noteworthy in itself.
Instances were then so common of needy gentlemen who extricated
themselves from the financial bog by some shift which in other days
they would have thought ignoble--almost disgraceful--that this event
would not be worth recalling; but in the peculiar way that destiny is
worked out, it had a decisive part in directing very important matters
of the future. And it has been my observation that the most impressive
movements in the lives of most of us have been determined more by
chance than by a fixed purpose.
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