...has given me a kindly feeling of respect for the negroes, and makes me hope that they will find an honorable status in the jumble of affairs in which we now live. That was a dull. hard winter in San Francisco ; the rains were heavy, and the mud fearful. I have seen mules stumble in the street, and drown in the liquid mud! Montgomery Street had been filled up with brush and clay, and I always dreaded to...