In seven months the poor man had become a man of means; enriched by one of those strokes of fortune that a gambler loves even more than he loves minted gold.
Such cases are not rare, yet, as a whole, the gainers by these great financial fevers are the citizens who own mines.
Five or six magnates of finance in San Francisco
are said to have got one-third of those fifty million dollars under lock and key.
“Our fortunes kill us,” says a sage at the Pacific Club
“A slower rate of growth would suit us better; giving us more time to strike our roots.
Not that our progress is what people think — a wonder of the earth.
Considering what advantages we boast of soil and climate, mines and harbours, our advance is slow.
We are not overtaking Chicago
and St. Louis
, still less Philadelphia
and New York.
Still we have shot ahead beyond our strength, and suffer from the fevers and languors of a youth who grows too fast.
Our railroad gave us fits.
The fact is so. No sooner were the first cars seen in Oakland
, than a rage of speculation broke along the Bay
The world, we thought, was coming to our coasts.
Where would the people live ? Why ”