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DAYBREAK: after a chilly night. A faint band of light — too cold
and gray to be called a flush — has appeared in the east, and shows beneath
it, in sharp outline, the black profile of a line of hills. In the zenith the
stars yet twinkle frostily. A thin mist hangs like a ghostly pall over a lifeless
earth. Through it looms a vast black shadow, towering like a spectral mountain
into the night. The earth is moist and slippery, and eaves drip. There is no
stir in the air, or this raw damp would nip shrewdly. On every hand, and for
many a mile, stretches away the faint, floating veil of mist. It is not a fog:
it is
too thin and light — rather as the ghost of a fog, or as a dew made visible.
Through it are also seen the blinking lights of a sleeping city. A muffled rumbling
of wheels comes up now and again on the still, wet air; the early market-wagons
are rolling in from along the foot of that blacker patch of night which stretches
away in uncertain outline, as it should be another crest of hills. From far out
into the night two flaming red eyes turn upon the land a drunken and blood-shot
glare, even while they dart seaward the kind, strong beams which warn anxious
sailors off the lurking death. The fierce eyes show where iron-hearted rocks
have hid themselves beneath confederate waves, and lie stealthily in wait to
give the sailor a landsman's welcome — only too like that which lies
in wait for him on shore.
The light in the east now flushes and grows
warm, and drives back the night— battling more feebly for the field, breaking and
giving way throughout the long, wavering skirmish-line. The lights in the human
hive are pale and sick; the two great, red eyes begin to lack lustre and grow
old. The distant roll of wheels is become a steadier roar, and with it mingles
a sharper rattle as the lighter wagons join in the early round. But the city
still slumbers heavily. And again the glow in the east has deepened. The gray,
misty pall, which had seemed so dank and chill, lights up in the glow of heaven,
and
floats — a fairy bridal veil — lending a tenderness to charms it
can not conceal. Now, the eye may range over the fair picture, which lies unrolled,
stretching wide and far on every hand. A broad expanse of water reaches away
for many a mile, until closed in by an intruding
headland — far beyond which, again, dim and faint in the blue distance,
sweep the hills which bound the water's farther shore. The ghostly mountain now
stands forth, reposing in quiet majesty, the chieftain of these hills. Following
the broad sweep of the picture, the waters are seen to stretch away on the other
hand until they mark a sharp horizon against the brightening sides. With bosom
gently heaving beneath her bridal veil, the Bay of San Francisco seems to lie
yet sleeping. At once, all the scene is flooded with a sudden glory; the curtains
are thrown back; and, glittering, sparkling, flashing in the beams which bathe
her beauties with celestial light, smiling half dreamily and all lovelily in
the face of heaven's own god, the majestic Bay lies before
us— awake: And at her side sits — San Francisco!
Its true story is yet to be written. Rather more than sufficient has been told
concerning that outward and visible life which lies patent to the eye of the
stranger, but which, in communities as in individuals, differs widely from
that inner life which determines the character. Of this inner life, it might
have
been better for the young city had more been told, and especially in the direction
of unflattering truth. It has stood in sore need of a satirist, and lays before
such an one a virgin field. Most of the writing, too, which has been devoted
to this outward and visible life of San Francisco has been composed in any
thing but a judicial spirit. The writer has occupied the attitude of panegyrist
or
apologist. He may, indeed, have been honest; but his views have been inspired
by inhabitants of the city. They bear the visible impress of San Franciscan
self-assertion. The ideas expressed have been the old stock Californian ideas
: the city praised
in those points wherein it has been her habit to praise herself, and condemned
for those sins which she is wont to confess with a frankness savoring of secret
exultation. The few original reflections upon which tourists have ventured
concerning the "inner life" of San Francisco — its social and domestic organization
and quality— have been, necessarily, guesses. It can not be considered,
in any sense, fortunate for San Francisco that the accounts given of it have
been so uniformly favorable. The praise, which has not been criticism, is only
operative to increase a quality already too great: a self-satisfaction which
implies content with a present condition, rather than an honest ambition and
purpose to attain unto a higher. It might well be wished that more of this
foreign criticism had been less genial, so it had been discriminating, and
had dealt
somewhat freely with faults, to the exclusion of much pleasant commendation
of virtues, among which the apparent has not always been
the real.
According to the tourists, it would appear that the human nature of the people
of San Francisco differed in some wise from that of the rest of mankind, and
that most points of this difference set it at some generous advantage. But it
is safe to assume that the differences which may be thought to exist between
the people of San Francisco and those of other cities are more apparent than
real, and are due only to differences of
age and education.
Before proceeding to some description of San Francisco as a community, it is
appropriate to glance at the city itself. Between her magnificent Bay on the
one hand, and the Pacific Ocean on the other, lies a peninsula about
thirty miles in length, and four miles in width at its upper end, upon which
the city is built. Along this peninsula runs an axis or
backbone of hills — the continuation of the westernmost fork of the Coast
Range of mountains. In coming down from the north, this fork preserves something
of mountain magnitude and dignity. It forms the bold
North Head at the Golden Gate, and throws
up, also, at the very shore of the bay, the Mount
Tamalpais, over against the city, and facing it from the north, whose black
outline we affected to distinguish in the darkness of early dawn. Our standpoint
was then assumed to be the summit of Telegraph Hill, whence,
facing south, the city stretches forward from us, skirting the shore of the
bay climbing the sides of that backbone 'of hills, (whereof we stand upon the
extreme
point) like water "banking up" against a dam; also, flowing in and filling up
the valleys and coves of the dam, and occasionally, after a straggling and painful
ascent along a single line
of street which leads to a "pass," flowing over it and down the
opposite slope.
Telegraph Hill itself forms the northeastern corner of the city. From its summit,
the touching faith of San Francisco in her own future can be adequately realized:
she lies before the spectator, spread over an area of thirteen square miles.
Immediately at his feet is an area of one-fourth of a square mile, within which
three-fourths of all her business is transacted. As he faces the south, on his
right hand rises
the huge, round-shouldered form of Russian Hill, extending
from him, southwardly, half a mile. Over his right shoulder, distant about
a mile, lies Black Point, on whose sheltered declivities some fine residences
are
clinging. From the steeper slopes of Russian Hill to the bay, or water-front,
is a distance of half a mile. This is the business section of the city, and
is about one-half built upon "made
ground," occupying what was naturally a cove. From the farther (the southern)
slope of that hill, the ill-built, scattered town extends away, over a series
of flats, to Mission Bay, and around that to the distant Potrero and Hunter's
Point. Beyond this lie the shallows of Islais Creek; and again beyond, is the
tongue of land called South San Francisco. From the indented line of bay-shore
here indicated, the city straggles back toward the Mission hills: a width varying
from one to three miles. Over this total area, south of Russian Hill, embracing
more than ten square miles, the aspiring young municipality lies,
scattered.
[For a period photographic overview of San Francisco see also the composite of E. Muybridge's thirteen image panorama of San Francisco taken from the Mark Hopkins mansion on Nob Hil in 1878.]
Thus it will be seen that San Francisco is a city of expansive ideas:
large beginnings, confident promise, but rather-mean performance. It is
built on hillsides or flats.
Upon both, a thoroughly bad system of street grades has been established.
No comprehensive system has been adopted; or, rather, such a system which
was
adopted at an early day was speedily modified, in accordance with the
demands of numerous
private interests, and in the grades which have actually obtained, little
trace of the original plan is to be detected. As a consequence, a great
portion of
those flats possess an insufficient drainage; and, extensively built upon
as they now are, no modification can be introduced, except at enormous
outlay.
Were it not for the gale of wind
which prevails for six months of the year — and is the true Health Officer
of San Francisco — the health of the city must be seriously impaired
by this defect. There is little doubt that the ravages of small-pox last
year were
largely due to the very imperfect sewerage of .the city. The streets are
paved with cobble-stones, or with wooden blocks laid according to the Nicolson
or
Stow plan. The sidewalks are generally planked, as are many of the streets
in the
outer portions of the town. Some attempt has been made in the suburbs to
macadamize with a soft redstone, found on the peninsula. It serves but indifferently
during
the summer, giving clouds of dust; and in winter, lying deep in mud. As yet,
the paving system of San Francisco must be pronounced a failure, and its
street grades something worse than a failure.
The city generally is meanly built. Few builders venture to rise above four
stories, and a majority prefer three as a better limit of earthquake safety;
therefore,
the streets could not at best show those imposing trade-palaces and lofty
piles of warehouse which are the glory of most modern cities. But it is not
their
deficient height alone to which the mean appearance of the buildings in San
Francisco is
due. The
material employed is brick, stuccoed, and painted of various colors — but
chiefly, and wisely, that of dust. More lately, considerable iron has been
used in façades. The five principal hotels — accommodating upward
of two thousand guests — lie all within the distance of one block from
a central point. This small centre, together with two blocks of the financial
street, present a better appearance. Toward the suburbs are a few handsome and
costly residences, built of wood, which have been erected within the past three
or four years. The majority of the houses, out of the business heart of the town,
are two stories in height, also built of wood, and have, commonly, their patch
of garden in front — in which flowers wanton with an almost tropical
luxuriance of growth and brilliancy of bloom.
The climate of San Francisco was
described (by Captain Marryatt, we believe) as delightful in summer — when the wind
was not blowing, and delicious in winter — when the rain was not falling;
but it rained all winter, and blew all summer. This is quite as nearly correct
as the other familiar assertion, that the
climate is "the finest on the face of the earth, sir." Free from extremes of
cold or heat, it is subject to sudden transitions, which are very trying. For
nearly six months of the year, the winds rise soon after noon, and blow violently
till sundown. The city is filled with a whirling cloud of dust, sifting through
every crack and crevice of the habitations, depositing a coating of fine powder
upon the furniture; drifting into the hair and beard, and under the clothes;
switching and dragging women's skirts to and fro. Finally, toward the close of
the afternoon, it becomes cold and raw, laden with moisture from the dense fog-bank
which is now pouring over the sand dunes, and which, an hour later, will settle
down over the city, wetting it as by a shower of rain. Within the space of two
hours, the thermometer falls from ten to twenty degrees, accompanied by an atmospheric
change from a condition of withering dryness to that of aqueous saturation. Men
who sat in offices, at noon, with garments unbraced, hurry home at evening, buttoned
to the throat, and walking rapidly to keep from shivering in the dank air, which
cuts to the marrow like a knife. The climate during the remaining six months
or so better justifies its too favorable reputation'. Rain falls on about sixty
days out of one hundred and eighty. The average fall is some twenty-four inches.
The remaining one hundred and twenty days are balmy intervals, in which the summer's
dry asperity is forgotten, and the blandness and humidity of an Eastern spring
suffuse sky and air. Whether or not this climate of San Francisco shall be considered
agreeable, as compared with other parts of the world, is very much a matter of
taste — or, perhaps, of constitution. Persons who are prostrated by extremes
of heat or cold would prefer it to the northern Atlantic or Western States, or,
perhaps, to either northern or southern Europe. The Mediterranean climate has
many raw, shivering days in winter, and many sweltering ones during its summer.
The climates of New England, the Chesapeake, the Gulf, and Great Britain, have
some very offensive attributes. It is assuredly an agreeable feature in that
of San Francisco, that, during the long period of six months, there is no danger
of "getting caught in a
shower." This is some compensation for the désagrémeris of
wind, dust, and fluctuating temperature. Yet, to sum up, we can see no reason
for claiming that, upon the average of the entire year, and to the average person
in good health, the climate of San Francisco is more enjoyable than that of New
York, Charleston, St. Louis, Valparaiso,
Melbourne, Shanghai, Paris, or Rome.
The first epoch in the life of San Francisco is from 1849 to 1855 — six
years ; the second, from 1855 to 1861 — six years ; and the third, from
1861 to 1869 — eight years. A large proportion of the men who migrated
to the city during the first period were then between twenty-five and thirty-five
years old; of these, the survivors are now from forty to-fifty-five years
of age. But the class between forty and fifty-five years old constitutes
in all
communities that controlling one which gives society its characteristic impress,
and San Francisco is no exception to the rule. And it is a matter of fact
that a large majority of the individuals who are the leading men of the city,
in
all classes, are of those who migrated thither prior to 1855, at the average
age
of thirty years. It was they who constituted the business community of that
elder day; they received their stamp from it, as well as impressed their
own stamp
upon it; they preserve it now, in many respects, as it existed then. Since
that time they have been in a condition of isolation, with respect to the
rest of
the world, which was almost Japanese in the completeness of its exclusion.
In considering who and what those men were then, what their life has been
since, and what changes have come over the rest of the United States during
the same
period, we shall arrive at a knowledge of what the community of San Francisco
now is, and of the relation which it bears to those of other American cities.
It may be mentioned here, as par parenthése,
that all its people work! It has no men of leisure — elegant or
otherwise. When, from a desire to enjoy a competency, or other cause, an individual
retires from active business, he finds that he has retired into a solitude ;
therefore, he speedily leaves the "finest climate on
the face of the earth" for others less genial, where he, having certain hours
of leisure on his hands, may find a fellow-being also at leisure, with whom
it is possible for him to consort.
Those men of 1849-55 who give the tone to San Francisco today, have, for
nearly twenty years, worked hard — and that fact is conclusive, both of their
present and future. They work hard still, and will continue hard at work to the
end of their days. A fair allowance of wealth has been accumulated, but the question
of amount of wealth has little bearing upon the habits of the man who has spent
his years between the ages of thirty and fifty in its accumulation. These are
also mainly "self-made" men. They are wholly self-made in the sense that
they are the architects of their own fortunes; and they are also leavened
with a
leaven of that element in self-making which consists in self-education. It
is easy,
therefore, to see what we ought to expect to find in the San Francisco of
today a community of men who left the United States twenty years ago in search
of
fortune, and since have been sturdily battling in its pursuit; who have been
shut up within
themselves during that period; who have received into their circle and quietly
absorbed a continuous immigration of later date, under whose influence some
features of the older society may have been modified, without the introduction
of new
features in their stead.
This community went forth into the wilderness, and builded unto itself a
dwelling-place. In its isolation, it has had unlimited opportunity of self-contemplation
;
and, contemplating itself in the light of a pioneer of civilization, has
formed a
somewhat overweening estimate of its achievements. But there have been pioneers
of civilization, even from the day of the planting of that first vagabond
Virginia colony down to
this present. The "backwoodsmen" — first of Kentucky, then of Ohio, then
Missouri — pioneered the path of civilization, attended by personal peril
as well as hardship. They have gone to their account ; nor do we preserve the
names of more than a half-dozen of them — made famous by deeds of personal
daring. Men yet live who remember the founding of every city west of the Allegheny
Mountains. We are not aware that they are regarded as having achieved a greatness
because they bore their part in the opening of a new country. Nay, there are
Californians who have flocked to a dozen new mining regions and have settled
them up and built cities; yet who are not looked upon in the light of persons
who have won honors — except as they may happen also to have won wealth.
Yet this is precisely what the pioneers of California achieved, and it is all
that they achieved. They did their appointed work honestly, (for which they have
had liberal reward) and when they evince a disposition to presume upon this,
and write themselves down, in all
sincerity of conviction — or to credit the fable, when written down by
others — as the most energetic, persevering, generous, liberal, and
hospitable people on the face of the earth, it may be well to look into the
claim, and
to require proof.
In regard to their energy: they are doubtless as energetic as other Americans
who went out West in '49, or who remained in their Atlantic homes and wrought.
In regard to their perseverance — by which is probably meant the capacity
to carry the ills and disappointments of life, without abatement of zeal or loss
of courage, to a successful end — their career has been that of the average
American citizen, East or West. In regard to their generosity: they have been
as generous as other good-natured, rather successful men. But what proof that
Californians are pre-eminent in this way? Their hospitals, asylums, and benevolent
societies are, like those of their neighbors, perpetually clamorous for money.
Californians gave liberally during the late rebellion — but in obedience
to an impulse of patriotism — while others, in obedience to that same
impulse, gave more, and sent their sons and brothers to the war. Hospitality
may be granted;
but when the Californian shall visit his brethren and fail of hospitable
welcome, it will be quite time for him to glorify himself in this regard.
The local
praises of this quality have scarcely been in commendable taste; and perhaps,
after all,
the California hospitality loses something in its indiscrimination.
Doubtless, some reputation for liberality has been acquired through the spasmodic
public donations made by San Franciscans on a variety of occasions. And further,
strangers visiting the city have been strongly impressed by the high cost of
small things; and when they return home, make record of their observations upon
this point of social economy. It is likely that the Californian has earned some
reputation for magnificence of expenditure, and possibly for generosity, by his
extravagance in these minor matters. If so, that amiable trait in his character
is now on the point of being eradicated forever. At the current scale of prices,
the man who has been wont to indulge himself economically in such small vices
as smoking and drinking, and the minor luxury of having his boots blacked, did
so at an expense of scarcely less than one dollar per day, or thirty dollars
per month. The practice of such merely stupid extravagance can not continue.
Yet we do not mean to imply that Californians will become ungenerous ; for we
submit that they have not yet done any thing to vindicate a claim above other
peoples to an enlarged or characteristic generosity.
In examining the claim of San Francisco to Energy, it may be fairly asserted,
that, for a number of years, her people performed the uttermost amount of
work which their powers of endurance were capable of compassing. Competition
in
business was sharp ; there was money to be made, and other money to be saved,
by dint
of hard work ; and the work was done with a kind of fierce energy. Business
hours then ran from 8
A.M. to 5 and 6 P.M. ; and, besides their "steamer nights," men "put
in" long, weary watches of the night over their books and correspondence.
The steamer nights came either twice or thrice a month, and then few left
their
offices till the mail closed in the morning. Twelve hours constituted a laborer's
day's
work, and the commutation of this to ten hours was resented by employers
quite as much as a willful waste of opportunity to do work as the introduction
of
a bargain less advantageous than the old one. These were the days described
as
those
"Of monstrous profits, and quick declines,
And Howland & Aspinwall's
steamship lines ;"
and now referred to, in derision of pioneer traditions, as those "when
the water came up to Montgomery Street." Their spirit and their labor continued,
however, till long after the water had been expelled the purlieus of Montgomery
Street.
The first innovation upon the old
hard-working routine was the abolition of "steamer
night," by the operation of the Overland
Mail. Then the banks shortened their hours — opening at 10 A.M.,
and closing at 3 P.M. This seemed a wanton exercise of power by the banks,
and an
indication of dangerous innovations. It was soon followed by another, showing
that the old spirit was broken, and that a new condition of things impended:
a general early-closing movement, for Saturday afternoons, followed. This
was the first public act looking to general recreation. It implied that
a new element
was introduced into her commercial system, and that some persons had accumulated
property through which they began to feel their independence. About the
same time, certain additional facilities for getting into the country came
into
operation ; and the half-holiday each week became a confirmed feature in
the business of
the city. About the same time, the Sunday Law was passed. And thus San
Francisco became a city of morals, and eke of rigid decorum. Owing to the
peculiarities
of her climate, there is no season during which business of any sort is
suspended. From year's end, therefore, to year's end, the steady work moved
on. By day
and by night, without holiday, or rest, or relaxation, throughout the twelve
revolving
months, the wearying round of work was maintained. It is no wonder that
many men went down during that period, or that others, who then overtasked
their
strength, remain still in harness, comparatively
broken men.
Upon such premises must rest San Francisco's claim to the possession of
energy. They indicate simply that when she was younger and lustier, she
pursued with
a consuming ardor, a dogged determination, and an unremitting industry,
the purpose of her existence — wealth. She may safely encounter comparison
with the most energetic of her sister cities, but claim nothing beyond
a rivalry with
those whose growth has divided with her own, during the past ten years,
the fame of our Western
progress.
There are a few cognate facts which should be added here. The mercantile
business of San Francisco has become, in a really eminent degree, conservative.
Formerly,
it was the reverse, and speculation in merchandise was the feature of the
market. The market has now lapsed to the other extreme, and one of its
peculiarities is that when an article is in overstock, it often can not
be sold, though
offered
below the cost of importation. The explanation of this is partly the fact
that many lines of goods are consigned to the market, not imported by local
merchants
; and in the competition among consignors, they may, and repeatedly do,
keep the market depressed below cost for several years together. The amount
of
capital employed by local merchants, compared
with the amount of business done — i.e., with amount of sales
made — is
very much greater than on the other side of the mountains. A cautious Atlantic
merchant would, and does, make from three to five times the amount of sales,
upon the same capital, that is made by the merchant of San Francisco. This is
not to be explained wholly by the less venturesome character of the latter, but
partly by local peculiarities in the method of conducting business, by which
merchants are placed in the attitude of being bankers to their customers. An
important percentage of their own capital is engaged in "carrying" the
latter. The interest earned upon mercantile capital is upward of twelve
per cent.,
net, per annum.
We may give but a concluding word to this mercantile community: It possesses
a Chamber of Commerce, so called, with a nominal membership of two hundred,
from among whom it is with the greatest difficulty that a quorum of fifteen
can be
called together for any purpose whatever. Whether the explanation of this
lies, as has been alleged, in the petty jealousies and mean rivalries which
prevail
among them, to the exclusion of a true public spirit, we need not undertake
to say. In view of the fact that the community is small, isolated, and
provincial, the explanation seems reasonable. At least, the fact is as
stated ; and the
consequence
is, that the mercantile community, as such, has little voice or influence
in public affairs — even of a strictly mercantile
character.
Is San Francisco a success — as great a success as she might be? Has she
made the best use of opportunity? It is a fact that she is about twenty years
behind other American cities of her size. She has endeavored to grow up to, or
in the direction of, a certain standard — the only one she knows:
that which prevailed at the East fifteen or twenty years ago. Until within
the
past six months, comparatively few of her business men had visited the
East at all
for ten or fifteen years ; and a majority of them have not visited it yet.
They do not know any thing in the way of cities except the New York, Boston,
Philadelphia,
or St. Louis of that elder date, and their own San Francisco of today.
The city has no park, baths, drives, nor — save one theatre — any
well appointed place of recreation which is at all up to the modern standard.
The city is unornamented — possessing only some dozen buildings which are
fine by comparison with the poorer buildings surrounding them, but which are
not fine, compared with the finer buildings of those other cities. The city is
vilely graded and paved. It is imperfectly sewered to a degree which we dare
scarcely contemplate, and which, for one considerable section, will yet necessitate
a pumping of the sewage, as the only alternative to a change of grade which it
would even now cost
millions of dollars to bring about. It is atrociously taxed — equal
to upward of $4,000,000 per annum, for municipal purposes alone, or more
than fifty
dollars per head of the total adult male population. The tax levied upon
its shipping has been stated as the very highest of any port in the United
States,
and the greater part of it is devoted to the prosecution ot a work (a sea-wall,
so called) the utility of which is not beyond question. It has but few
respectable public buildings. Out of $3,000,000 direct taxes, its public
schools receive
$350,000, and
thousands of children will next year be without school accommodation.
Is this the best that San Francisco could have accomplished with her opportunities?
It is possible, that, had she been all this while within rail connection
with the greater cities of the East, she would not have submitted to bear
these things
as they are. She would have had a park, a public library, and an art-gallery,
and would long ago have learned that to do nothing but gather money was
an offense against good taste. Nay, she would actually have had a taste
to be
offended.
These evils could not have existed had it not been for the fact of her
isolation. But does that fact wholly excuse her? Can she lay claim to an
amount of enterprise
that is in any sense creditable, while she has permitted this state of
affairs to obtain — and merely for want of example to shame
her out of it?
It is apparent, also, that she has arrived at a point in her relations with the
East, and in her own industrial development, where some decline in the price
of labor is upon the point of taking place, and a consequent expansion of the
manufacturing, and possibly the mining field, is impending. The following, from
the San Francisco Times,
sets forth the facts of the situation:
"In 1868 we bought foreign goods to the amount of $15,000,000, and Eastern
goods, $43,000,000; paid freights and duties, $16,000,000; so that the total
cost to us (in first hands) was $74,000,000. We resold of these goods to the
amount of $5,000,000; probably one-third of the freight money was paid out again
in the port — say $2,500,000; the balance was remitted to owners; giving
a total of $67,000,000 to be remitted. During the first nine months of the current
year, we have purchased to the amount of $43,300,000; have paid freights and
duties, $13,700,000; total, (in first hands) $57,000,000. We have resold of the
goods and been repaid of the freight money, $5,500,000 ; leaving to be remitted
for, $51,500,000. In the twenty-one months, the gross remittance called for is
$118,500,000. On this account, our remittance in produce has been $30,000,000;
railroad bonds, $6,-000,000; the balance, treasure, $82,500,000. * * * Of said
total, foreign goods called for (including their duties and freight) $43,750,000
; leaving,
as remittance on our Atlantic account, $74,750,000. That sum — paid to
the Atlantic in less than two years — was composed of $8,000,000 paid
to their ship-owners, and the balance to their manufacturers. The whole of
these
Atlantic goods were manufactured goods. More than half their value represented
the wages that had been paid in their manufacture. In less than two years,
then, we have paid $40,000,000 directly as wages to Eastern mill-hands and
Lynn boot-makers.
* * * We pay freights on that Atlantic merchandise, $5,000,000 per annum;
the wages paid on it amount to $25,000,000. We can afford, therefore, to
pay our
workmen about one-fifth more wages than are paid at the East. During the
same period of twenty-one months, the product of bullion and surplus of raw
produce
united were insufficient to settle the trade-balance, and the previous stock
of coin was drawn upon, to the amount of about $7,000,000, to
make up the deficiency."
She can not go on buying every thing at the East, for the simple, but conclusive
reason that she can not procure the wherewithal to pay for it. It follows, therefore,
that she must produce some of these things at
home.
Society in San Francisco is not given to recreation, but is what the youth
of the period would call "slow." For it is by men of leisure that social recreations
are promoted. Such men make the evening calls, get up the riding, driving, dancing,
picnic, sailing, or other parties, which constitute the staple of that recreation.
There is, comparatively, little social intercourse in the evenings, among the
unmarried; and still less, among the married. Women, naturally, do their rounds
of "calls," but are less slaves to the irrational custom than in many other
societies. Of pleasure parties, there are almost none. Dancing parties
are as frequent as
the people from among whom they are made up, will consent to attend. It
is more difficult to get these parties attended, than to find those who
are
willing to
give them. And in making out an invitation list, the greater difficulty
is to find a sufficiency of dancing men. Sometimes the Army and Navy come
gallantly
to the rescue ; at others, there are few eligible youngsters stationed
at the
accessible posts.
But how does the San Franciscan spend his evenings ? The town sits down
to dinner between half-past five and six — probably two-thirds of
it at the latter hour. Men dawdle over the meal ; few give less than an
hour to
it, and, under
favorable conditions, it is spun out to two. Then, they lounge; drop in
at the hotels, or other public places ; sometimes into other men's rooms;
a
great deal
of billiards is played; the
drinking saloons are not greatly patronized — i.e., those
of the better sort. The lower sorts, particularly the "corner groceries," are rather
extensively resorted to. There are twelve hundred places, in all, where liquor
is sold by the glass — or one to about every seventy adult male inhabitants.
And yet, drunkenness is not by any means a rule at these places. Men haunt them,
apparently, to meet other men, and to while away an hour or so before going to
bed. For the town works, and the morrow brings its labor. Men who work do not
make a habit of drinking hard. And a large number go to the play. The receipts
of the regular places of amusement are nearly one million dollars per annum.
There are always one or two negro minstrel troupes performing; two or more melodeons,
whose entertainments are more or less obscene; and one, two, or three dramatic
theatricals. The average nightly attendance at these regular places of amusement
is about three thousand — or, say one in every forty of the adult population.
The average performances at the
leading theatre — called The California — are of the best in
the United States. There are no theatrical seasons. The theatre is open
nightly, (Sundays excepted) to audiences that suffer no abatement, winter
or
summer.
Of mixed nationality, the population of San Francisco has been called cosmopolitan.
It is not so in any broad sense. It is, on the contrary, essentially provincial.
Isolated as has been its life, it could not well be otherwise. In neither
its social, nor its business tone, is there any suggestion of French gayety,
or German
laboriousness, Spanish dignity, or English conservatism. There is no characteristic
trait, save that eager industry which is more distinctively Californian
than American. There are social sets, wherein foreigners naturally draw
together,
according to their nationality. In business, something of the same tendency
is perceptible. The French population purchase from French small-dealers,
and these
from French importers. In the business aspect of San Francisco, there is
one sufficiently prominent feature, distinguishing it among American cities
only
less notably than its specialty of Chinese merchants, to wit: the large
space filled, by
Israelites. In every profession, and in every branch of business — but
most conspicuously in the mercantile — they play something more than a
mere leading part: they constitute quite one-third of the stock company. And
to them, and their influence, is due — both in a material and moral
sense — much of the best progress that San Francisco has made, and the
best work that she has done. Cosmopolitanism must be understood to mean something
more than an absence of national prejudice: it implies a breadth of spirit, and
an elevation of view, which shall be more than national in expansiveness and
range. A true cosmopolitan, freed from the local influences engendered by the
mere accident of his birth, in sympathy equally with Turk, Christian, Infidel,
Pagan, or Buddhist — looking at his fellow-being only as one possessing
a nature human as his own, interpreting current history by laws universal in
their human application, and reading passing events in the light of universal
human
experience — the real cosmopolitan, however ardent a patriot as to his
heart, is, as to his head, a citizen of the world. The foregoing description
is, as nearly as possible, the reverse of that which would apply to the average
citizen of San Francisco. The mental vision of the
latter — very like his bodily organs — is habitually bounded by the
Sierra Nevada Mountains on the one hand, and the Pacific horizon on the other.
His pride is to be a citizen of "this great State, sir," and not of those outlying
tracts which compose the rest of the world; and, in order to truly characterize
him, it is necessary (and quite sufficient)
to change the conventional "cosmopolitan" into the "San Francisco
Californian." But, after all, we have thus far indicated the characteristics
of those classes in the population of San Francisco which are rather the more
prominent — the classes who are suggested by
the expression, "People whom one meets," using that term to mean people
whom one meets in a business, as well as in a social way. But the great
mass of
her hundred and fifty thousand inhabitants one does not meet, like the
great mass
of any other hundred and fifty thousand people in the United States: these
are honest, commonplace souls, fairly given to the homely virtues, attached
to their
spouses, fond of their offspring, decorously mindful of the seventh day,
rather soft-hearted and headed,
and uninteresting in the uttermost degree.
Some modification of California society is to be looked for from the State University,
which has but just gone into operation, with an organization as yet imperfect.
We may not here undertake to speak of the embarrassments attending this organization,
nor of the difficulties to be met and overcome before it shall be in such operation
as to realize the hopes which have been entertained that it might fill for the
Pacific coast the place which has been filled for the South by the University
of Virginia, for the West by the University of Michigan, and for the whole Union,
in earlier days, by the Universities of New England. The immediate future of
the University of California is seriously
clouded, and it may yet be some years before it is fairly launched upon a career
of usefulness. The importance, to such a society as that of California, of an
institution of this character, is quite obvious. And when it shall have sent
out into the State some hundreds of young men imbued with scholastic enthusiasm,
it is fair to expect that a State Legislature will not again refuse the pitiful
appropriation demanded for a geological survey, and that the meetings of an Academy
of Natural Sciences will be looked upon by the community at large as something
more than a subject for the cheap ridicule of a cheaper wit.
The health of San Francisco is tolerably good. By the mortuary reports,
it appears that diseases of the respiratory organs are the chief source
of death.
Physicians
assert that a considerable proportion of these diseases have sprung from
seeds sown elsewhere. This is likely enough, since the larger proportion
of the people
who have died had attained to majority elsewhere; and for the further reason
that many persons laboring under respiratory affections have come to San
Francisco in the mistaken belief that the climate was suitable for the
alleviation of their
complaints. On the contrary, under the trying conditions of life here,
these develop rapidly, and carry the patient rapidly to the grave. It is,
perhaps,
premature to speak with certainty of the classes of disease which will
ultimately be found the most fatal. Among children, a mortality almost
terrible has
been shown, year after year, in the mortuary reports; and health officials
and physicians
inveigh, denounce, and exhort in vain to procure such reform as may diminish
the sad record. It is conceded to arise in the fashion of clothing, which
is insufficient to resist the summer ordeal. But the patterns come from
recognized authority in Newport and Biarritz, and the slaughter of the
innocents goes
on.
One conspicuous feature in adult mortality is suddenness. The climate is
bracing, and few are taken down with sickness through which they linger,
and convalesce,
and emerge, looking bleached and feeble, and finally recover. On the contrary,
one day a man attends to his business in robust health, goes home slightly
ailing, during the night sends for a physician, is pronounced in a condition
of typhoid
fever, or pleurisy, or congested lungs, and his friends are notified of
his illness by his funeral announcement ; or, men fall down in the street,
are
carried into
a drugstore, whence a body only is carried out, and the physicians pronounce
it a heart disease, or apoplexy. Probably these things are the fruits of
the old wearing life when the "vital machine was run with the blower up," and
the same speed had been maintained, regardless, perhaps, of premonitions
that the
engine was no
longer quite what it had been.
The health of the women of San Francisco is fairly good — about the same,
probably, as that of corresponding classes in other American cities. The children
are generally fine-looking, with large limbs and robust forms, and the schoolgirls
are rather rosy. Their precocity in physical development is, like the horticultural
productions of the State, semi-tropical. But this condition does not last longer
than
elsewhere in the United States, and most of the married are in the
average "ailing" condition. Statistics of the birthrate are as yet, like
other California statistics, too young to establish any reliable conclusions.
So far
as they go, they confirm superficial observation in the conclusion that
the birthrate is high. It has need to be, in order to countervail the high
infantile
death-rate.
In appearance, the women, like the men, are an assorted mixture of all
American types, from the
nut-brown Creole to the blue-eyed Yankee.
The number of the insane and of suicides is, also, large enough to be a
feature in the life of San Francisco. Of the former, about two hundred
per annum — say one hundred and fifty men and fifty women, or one man in
every four hundred, and one woman in every thousand — are sent to the Insane
Asylum. They are nearly all of foreign birth — natives of the United Kingdom,
in a considerable majority. About one hundred and twenty of the men are single,
and thirty of the women married. The chief cause of insanity with the former,
drunkenness ; with the latter, domestic trouble. The American in California has
not yet developed an aptitude for lunacy. He figures more largely, however, among
the
suicides. The annual number of these is about forty — the proportion
of men and women not specified. The men kill themselves from poverty; the
women,
from heart-troubles. The former of these causes certainly is not so prevalent
as elsewhere; but men are separated from their families, and can end their
troubles without plunging those who are dear to them into grief. Probably,
the effect
of this motive in dissuading from suicide is not quite appreciated in other
communities, where the family
ties do exist, and where, therefore, the suicides are not committed.
The Future of San Francisco is plain: She will grow — as the country behind
her grows; she will become — what her citizens shall make her! Behind her
lies a great expanse of territory, capable of maintaining a large population,
depending upon San Francisco to transact its commercial business, and to carry
on many of its manufactures. As that territory fills with population and pours
down into the city its wealth of produce, receiving in exchange the products
of her commerce and her industry, San Francisco will also increase in wealth
and population. Should she maintain in manufacturing industry the lead which,
as a commercial centre, she can not lose, her permanent population may continue,
perhaps, to equal one-sixth of that spread over the territory from the British
possessions to Arizona. If other places should become important manufacturing
centres, her proportion of population might be reduced as low as one-tenth, but
it can scarcely become less. When that territory shall be occupied by two millions
of people, the population of San Francisco may be three or four hundred thousand;
when that interior shall support four millions, the population of San Francisco
may be upward of half a million. It will be many years before the Pacific States
shall contain four millions of people. There are no laws of growth to operate
in the case of San Francisco other than those which obtain in the growth of other
cities. In her case, it is true, two fields of wealth, or two fields for labor,
combine — as they are found combined in few other American cities: she
is both a sea-port and the centre of a great agricultural country. An interior
Western city can derive its wealth only from the latter field ; it has not the
opportunity also to earn money in the original importation of goods and in transacting
the business of ships. An Atlantic seaboard city fulfills the latter function,
but is robbed by in-board cities of many manufacturing industries. These two
distinct functions unite in the case of San Francisco. She is situated, with
reference to supplying all wants of her interior country, rather more advantageously
than any other
American city — unless, possibly, New Orleans. But then, New Orleans is
at the disadvantage of New York competition, the larger market — in virtue
of its larger size alone — underselling her by a margin equal to many hundred
miles of transportation. From this and kindred drawbacks, San Francisco is free.
It does not appear humanly possible to wrest from her any important part of the
business which her position of itself places naturally in her hands. At least,
she can retain it if she will, and it is not likely that her citizens will lack
either the wit or the energy to do it. Since, then, the question of the increase
of San Francisco in population and wealth depends directly and solely upon the
increase of the population for whom she acts as factor, it would appear that
her best energies, for many years yet to come, should be devoted to stimulating
this increase. Her own growth she can not directly force. The one purpose of
her existence is to transact business for others; the amount of that business
is the limit of her development; and the amount of population gives the limit
of the business. Yet how is an influx of population to be stimulated? Perhaps,
by State aid to immigrants. Mere representations of the advantages of California
as a place of residence would hardly, alone, tempt the European immigrant to
pass by the fertile and beautiful valleys and plains of Kansas, Minnesota, or
Iowa. And if the immigrant is to be enticed to California, lands must be prepared
for his occupation, and
made accessible to market — penetrated by railways.
How rapidly the immigrant will come, is another question. With every Western
and some Eastern States competing in the Immigrant market, it is probable
that our European cousin will this year be furnished at least free transportation
to the point of his destination, and will next year very possibly be paid
a bonus
for going there. A merely passing glance at what is being done in other
sections of the country shows that the immigrant will not find his way
to California,
unless some special inducement is held out to him. The material future
of San Francisco, therefore, divested of the very glittering Oriental generalities
wherein
it is wont to be bedecked, and of the extremely beautiful prismatic hues
shed upon it from the lantern of the "first through
locomotive," depends upon the general growth, prosperity, and wealth of the Pacific
States — and these depend upon increase of population, and that upon immigration,
and immigration upon exertion — and, therefore, upon what San Francisco
shall do, not talk, in its practical aid.
But while all her citizens talk of the future of San Francisco, how many
of them look to, or think of, her moral future? If it be true, materially
speaking, that
she will become what her citizens shall make her, it is equally true in
a moral sense. The man of today may neglect opportunity to develop within
the
city a
profitable business — he may decline immigration projects, or manufacturing
projects. He only leaves the field open before the coming man, who would
look back with something of wonder, perhaps, at the deficient sagacity
of this generation;
but would, doubtless, invent affectionate excuses for the shortcoming,
and cherish its memory still. Lands may be worn out, mines exhausted, and
the
natural inheritance
of earth turned over to him, wasted and despoiled : he will labor to repair
the mischief, and to provide better for his son than this generation had
provided
for him; yet, as he shall tell that son of the havoc wrought by his improvident
grandfather, it is likely that he will enlarge upon the wondrous experiences
and adventures of that pioneer's early days, and look back to him as the
Virginian of today looks back to the wild, shiftless, lawless, improvident
old magnate,
who held his principality by charter from his king and transmitted it to
his descendants a barren inheritance, cursed with the curse of poverty.
All these
things, and many more, may the San Franciscan of today do, and eke leave
undone; yet shall not his descendants look back to him with scorn, nor
hold his memory
in
contempt.
But if that citizen of a better day and a higher life find himself a unit
of a community of unsound morality — and unsound because of bad
education — containing a large element which is vicious because ignorant,
and useless because both; without such educational establishments for his children
as he had a right to expect, and the provision made for this purpose and kindred
purposes squandered or diverted; without art-galleries or libraries, or the means
then to procure them; without provision made for his recreation, or even needful
rest, in a public park, and the land once given in sacred trust for that purpose
parceled away, as prizes were parceled by buccaneers ; without proper harbor
accommodation for his commerce, and the means which should have provided it squandered
; without proper buildings for the conduct of his public affairs, and yet with
an inheritance of municipal debt which may be a burden even unto his son's son
after him;
with a city infected in its health by imperfect drainage or no drainage — the
result of an ignorance and folly which shall, to him, appear as inconceivable
as it is inexcusable — if such as this shall be the inheritance devolved
by this generation upon that which is to come, it may be well imagined that the
memory of the pioneer will go down to his posterity with both contempt and scorn,
and even something of execration. The reverse of this picture would show the
great Pacific domain of the United States rewarding, with lavish hand, the labors
of millions of human beings. The commercial centre and moral capital of this
Pacific empire — its queen, seated upon the throne of hills prepared for
her by the hand of Nature — respected for her power, revered for her justice,
loved for her kindness, honored for her
integrity —a noble city, a pride and boast and glory to her children
and nation, a home and school of moral power and social grace, and their handmaids,
Science, Literature, and Art — the youngest, fairest, wisest, and best
of American cities: how far may we dare to hope that a day shall ever arrive
when this high praise — if not,
indeed, fully won — shall, at least, become something less than discriminating
irony?
There is a familiar picture of an American Indian, standing upon a headland
washed by the Pacific Ocean, and shading his eyes with one hand as he gazes
steadfastly
upon the sinking sun. The picture needs amending; for, already, the Indian
has disappeared from this Pacific
shore, and the White Man stands in his stead — his last Westward conquest
already achieved. From ocean to ocean, the continent is his own — in
his hand its destiny for good or ill.
We may stand upon the summit of that hill which stands sentinel over the
young and wayward city of San Francisco, and looking out over the waste
of waters that
circles half a world, see a dense bank of vapor — murky and dark below,
but rolling its surface billows onward in the setting sunlight as a heaving sea
of molten gold — move landward from the ocean. Standing out cold and sharp
and bleak against the coming
tide, rises Lone Mountain — the city of the dead. There repose the bones
of those who have gone before, and there will rest the dust — honored or
dishonored — of the thousands now toiling in the city at our feet: battling
the battle whose reward is — there. What is to be the story of that
battle and these toilers ? Is wealth alone their confessed, as well as
secret idol?
Is it to suffice to gild every vice, and condone every crime? Do they know
no test of merit or excellence, save that of their own mountain's touchstone,
which
shows by the fraction of a tint the proportion of pure Gold? If these latter
questions are to be answered to the disadvantage of this generation, what
measure of derision and contempt will be poured out over its grave-stones
by the men
who shall blush to own them ancestors? Is life worth living, if this is
to be the reward? Is work worth working, if a gibe or a sneer at the dead
man
is to
be the legend of his monument?
The fog has rolled up in mighty mass against Lone
Mountain, towering in huge, fleecy billows above it, still black beneath,
while its summit glows as if it might be the throne of a Pagan god. The
grave-stones show as glistening specks against the dark lining of the cloud.
An instant
more, and the vast pile will topple over, rolling majestically down in
solemn silence,
wrapping hill and valley in a fleecy winding-sheet, swallowing up, as into
the resistless current of oblivion, the City of the Dead, and all its monuments,
whether of honor or of shame. The San Franciscan of today may look out
toward that
resting-place, which is to be his own — may see the fleecy, but impenetrable
bank, as it overhangs and threatens to engulf it. Let him ask himself if he has
earned such place in the life of his city as may be for him a monument of honor
when the head-stones of Lone Mountain lie buried in a forgotten past. If he have
not, then may he here see
the type of his own memory — the poor lesson of his life — swallowed
into the tide of the Forgotten, unto the last trace of a name which lent
nothing of honor to what in death it shall not be permitted to reproach.
And, even as
we gaze, the vast bank topples over, and rolls down; and of the memory
of the pioneers of San Francisco not a trace
remains.
Transcribed and annotated by, and courtesy of the Bruce
C. Cooper Collection.
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