THE GOLDEN CITY
ing persistence we kept at it until we had enquired of every building of any pretensions. Then, somewhat discouraged, we picked our way back to the shore after our heavier goods.
The proprietor of the Parker House greeted us with unabated good nature.
"I know how you boys feel," said he. "There's lots in your fix. You'd better stick here to-night and then get organized to camp out, if you're going to be here long. I suppose, though, you're going to the mines? Well, it'll take you several days to make your plans and get ready. When you get back from the mines you won't have to think about these things."
"There's plenty of gold? " ventured Johnny.
"Bushels."
"I should think you'd be up there. "
"I don't want any better gold mine than the old Parker House," said he comfortably.
We paid him twenty-four dollars.
By now it was late in the afternoon. The wind had dropped, but over the hills to seaward rolled a soft beautiful bank of fog. The sun was blotted out behind it and a chill fell. The crowds about the Plaza thinned.
We economized our best at supper, but had to pay some eight dollars for the four of us. The bill was a la carte and contained such items as grizzly steak, antelope, elk, and wild duck and goose. Grizzly steak, I remember, cost a dollar and a quarter. By the time we had finished, it had grown dark. The lamps were alight, and the crowds were beginning to gather. All the buildings and the big tent
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