<h2>CHAPTER XVII<br/> ADMISSION TO CITIZENSHIP<br/> 1859</h2>
<p>In 1858, my brother, to whom the greater opportunities of
San Francisco had long appealed, decided upon a step
that was to affect considerably my own modest affairs.
This was to remove permanently to the North, with my sister-in-law;
and in the Los Angeles <i>Star</i> of January 22d, 1859, there
appeared the following:</p>
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<p>Mr. Joseph P. Newmark has established a commission-house
in San Francisco, with a branch in this city. From his
experience in business, Mr. Newmark will be a most desirable
agent for the sale of our domestic produce in the San Francisco
market, and we have no doubt will obtain the confidence of our
merchants and shippers.</p>
</div>
<p>This move of my brother's was made, as a matter of fact, at
a time when Los Angeles, in one or two respects at least, seemed
promising. On September 30th, the building commenced by
John Temple in the preceding February, on the site of the present
Bullard Block, was finished. Most of the upper floor was
devoted to a theater, and I am inclined to think that the balance
of the building was leased to the City, the court room being
next to the theater, and the ground floor being used as a
market. To the latter move there was considerable opposition,
affecting, as the expenditures did, taxes and the public
treasury; and one newspaper, after a spirited attack on the
"Black Republicans," concluded its editorial with this patriotic
appeal:
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<div class="blockquot">
<p>Citizens! Attend to your interests; guard your pocketbooks!</p>
</div>
<p>This building is one of the properties to which I refer as sold
by Hinchman, having been bought by Dr. J. S. Griffin and B.
D. Wilson who resold it in time to the County.</p>
<p>A striking feature of this market building was the town clock,
whose bell was pronounced "fine-toned and sonorous." The
clock and bell, however, were destined to share the fate of the
rest of the structure which, all in all, was not very well constructed.
At last, the heavy rains of the early sixties played
havoc with the tower, and toward the end of 1861 the clock
had set such a pace for itself regardless of the rest of the universe
that the newspapers were full of facetious jibes concerning
the once serviceable timepiece, and many were the queries as
to whether something could not be done to roof the mechanism?
The clock, however, remained uncovered until Bullard demolished
the building to make room for the present structure.</p>
<p>Elsewhere I have referred to the attempt, shortly after I
arrived here, or during the session of the Legislature of 1854-55,
to divide California into two states—the proposition, be it
added of a San Bernardino County representative. A committee
of thirteen, from different sections of the commonwealth, later
substituted a bill providing for three states: Shasta, in the
North; California, at the middle; Colorado, in the South; but
nothing evolving as a result of the effort, our Assemblyman,
Andrés Pico, in 1859 fathered a measure for the segregation of
the Southern counties under the name of Colorado, when this
bill passed both houses and was signed by the Governor. It
had to be submitted to the people, however, at the election in
September, 1859; and although nearly twenty-five hundred
ballots were cast in favor of the division, as against eight
hundred in the negative, the movement was afterward stifled
in Washington.</p>
<p>Damien Marchessault and Victor Beaudry having enthusiastically
organized the Santa Anita Mining Company in 1858,
H. N. Alexander, agent at Los Angeles for Wells Fargo &
Company, in 1859 announced that the latter had provided
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scales for weighing gold-dust and were prepared to transact a
general exchange business. This was the same firm that had
come through the crisis with unimpaired credit when Adams
& Company and many others went to the wall in the great
financial crash of 1855.</p>
<p>I have mentioned the Mormon Colony at San Bernardino
and its connection, as an offshoot, with the great Mormon city,
Salt Lake; now I may add that each winter, for fifteen or
twenty years, or until railroad connection was established, a
lively and growing trade was carried on between Los Angeles
and Utah. This was because the Mormons had no open road
toward the outside world, except in the direction of Southern
California; for snow covered both the Rockies and the
Sierra Nevadas, and closed every other highway and trail.
A number of Mormon wagon-trains, therefore, went back and
forth every winter over the seven hundred miles or more of
fairly level, open roadways, between Salt Lake and Los Angeles,
taking back not only goods bought here but much that was
shipped from San Francisco to Salt Lake via San Pedro. I
remember that in February, 1859, these Mormon wagons
arrived by the Overland Route almost daily.</p>
<p>The third week in February witnessed one of the most
interesting gatherings of <i>rancheros</i> characteristic of Southern
California life I have ever seen. It was a typical <i>rodeo</i>, lasting
two or three days, for the separating and re-grouping of cattle
and horses, and took place at the residence of William
Workman at La Puente <i>rancho</i>. Strictly speaking, the <i>rodeo</i>
continued but two days, or less; for, inasmuch as the cattle to
be sorted and branded had to be deprived for the time being of
their customary nourishment, the work was necessarily one of
despatch. Under the direction of a Judge of the Plains—on
this occasion, the polished cavalier, Don Felipe Lugo—they
were examined, parted and branded, or re-branded, with hot
irons impressing a mark (generally a letter or odd monogram)
duly registered at the Court House and protected by
the County Recorder's certificate. Never have I seen finer
horsemanship than was there displayed by those whose task it
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was to pursue the animal and throw the lasso around the
head or leg; and as often as most of those present had probably
seen the feat performed, great was their enthusiasm when each
<i>vaquero</i> brought down his victim. Among the guests were
most of the <i>rancheros</i> of wealth and note, together with their
attendants, all of whom made up a company ready to enjoy
the unlimited hospitality for which the Workmans were so
renowned.</p>
<p>Aside from the business in hand of disposing of such an
enormous number of mixed-up cattle in so short a time, what
made the occasion one of keen delight was the remarkable,
almost astounding ability of the horseman in controlling his
animal; for lassoing cattle was not his only forte. The <i>vaquero</i> of
early days was a clever rider and handler of horses, particularly
the bronco—so often erroneously spelled broncho—sometimes
a mustang, sometimes an Indian pony. Out of a drove that
had never been saddled, he would lasso one, attach a halter to
his neck and blindfold him by means of a strap some two or
three inches in width fastened to the halter; after which he
would suddenly mount the bronco and remove the blind, when
the horse, unaccustomed to discipline or restraint, would buck
and kick for over a quarter of a mile, and then stop only because
of exhaustion. With seldom a mishap, however, the <i>vaquero</i>
almost invariably broke the mustang to the saddle within three
or four days. This little Mexican horse, while perhaps not
so graceful as his American brother, was noted for endurance;
and he could lope from morning till night, if necessary, without
evidence of serious fatigue.</p>
<p>Speaking of this dexterity, I may add that now and then
the early Californian <i>vaquero</i> gave a good exhibition of his
prowess in the town itself. Runaways, due in part to the
absence of hitching posts but frequently to carelessness,
occurred daily; and sometimes a clever horseman who happened
to be near would pursue, overtake and lasso the frightened
steed before serious harm had been done.</p>
<p>Among the professional classes, J. Lancaster Brent was
always popular, but never more welcomed than on his return
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from Washington on February 26th, 1859, when he brought the
United States patent to the Dominguez <i>rancho</i>, dated December
18th, 1858, and the first document of land conveyance from the
American Government to reach California.</p>
<p>In mercantile circles, Adolph Portugal became somewhat
prominent, conducting a flourishing business here for a number
of years after opening in 1854, and accumulating, before 1865,
about seventy-five thousand dollars. With this money he then
left Los Angeles and went to Europe, where he made an extremely
unprofitable investment. He returned to Los Angeles
and again engaged in mercantile pursuits; but he was never able
to recover, and died a pauper.</p>
<p>Corbitt, who at one time controlled, with Dibblee, great
ranch areas near Santa Bárbara, and in 1859 was in partnership
with Barker, owned the Santa Anita <i>rancho</i>, which he later
sold to William Wolfskill. From Los Angeles, Corbitt went to
Oregon, where he became, I think, a leading banker.</p>
<p>Louis Mesmer arrived here in 1858, then went to Fraser
River and there, in eight months, he made twenty thousand
dollars by baking for the Hudson Bay Company's troops.
A year later he was back in Los Angeles; and on Main Street,
somewhere near Requena, he started a bakery. In time he
controlled the local bread trade, supplying among others the
Government troops here. In 1864, Mesmer bought out the
United States Hotel, previously run by Webber & Haas, and
finally purchased from Don Juan N. Padilla the land on which
the building stood. This property, costing three thousand
dollars, extended one hundred and forty feet on Main Street
and ran through to Los Angeles, on which street it had a
frontage of about sixty feet. Mesmer's son Joseph is still
living and is active in civic affairs.</p>
<p>William Nordholt, a Forty-niner, was also a resident of
Los Angeles for some time. He was a carpenter and worked
in partnership with Jim Barton; and when Barton was elected
Sheriff, Nordholt continued in business for himself. At length,
in 1859, he opened a grocery store on the northwest corner of
Los Angeles and First streets, which he conducted for many
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years. Even in 1853, when I first knew him, Nordholt had
made a good start; and he soon accumulated considerable real
estate on First Street, extending from Los Angeles to Main.
He shared his possessions with his Spanish wife, who attended
to his grocery; but after his death, in perhaps the late seventies,
his children wasted their patrimony.</p>
<p>Notwithstanding the opening of other hotels, the Bella
Union continued throughout the fifties to be the representative
headquarters of its kind in Los Angeles and for a wide
area around. On April 19th, 1856, Flashner & Hammell took
hold of the establishment; and a couple of years after that,
Dr. J. B. Winston, who had had local hotel experience, joined
Flashner and together they made improvements, adding the
second story, which took five or six months to complete. This
step forward in the hostelry was duly celebrated, on April 14th,
1859, at a dinner, the new dining-room being advertised, far
and wide, as "one of the finest in all California."</p>
<p>Shortly after this, however, Marcus Flashner (who owned
some thirty-five acres at the corner of Main and Washington
streets, where he managed either a vineyard or an orange
orchard), met a violent death. He used to travel to and from
this property in a buggy; and one day—June 29th, 1859—his
horse ran away, throwing him out and killing him. In 1860,
John King, Flashner's brother-in-law, entered the management
of the Bella Union; and by 1861, Dr. Winston had sole control.</p>
<p>Strolling again, in imagination, into the old Bella Union of
this time, I am reminded of a novel method then employed to
call the guests to their meals. When I first came to Los Angeles
the hotel waiter rang a large bell to announce that all was ready;
but about the spring of 1859 the fact that another meal had
been concocted was signalized by the blowing of a shrill steam-whistle
placed on the hotel's roof. This brought together
both the "regulars" and transients, everyone scurrying to be
first at the dining-room door.</p>
<p>About the middle of April, Wells Fargo & Company's
rider made a fast run between San Pedro and Los Angeles,
bringing all the mail matter from the vessels, and covering the
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more than twenty-seven miles of the old roundabout route in
less than an hour.</p>
<p>The Protestant Church has been represented in Los Angeles
since the first service in Mayor Nichols' home and the missionary
work of Adam Bland; but it was not until May 4th, 1859,
that any attempt was made to erect an edifice for the Protestants
in the community. Then a committee, including Isaac S. K.
Ogier, A. J. King, Columbus Sims, Thomas Foster, William H.
Shore, N. A. Potter, J. R. Gitchell and Henry D. Barrows
began to collect funds. Reverend William E. Boardman, an
Episcopalian, was invited to take charge; but subscriptions
coming in slowly, he conducted services, first in one of the
school buildings and then in the Court House, until 1862 when
he left.</p>
<p>Despite its growing communication with San Francisco,
Los Angeles for years was largely dependent upon sail and
steamboat service, and each year the need of a better highway
to the North, for stages, became more and more apparent.
Finally, in May, 1859, General Ezra Drown was sent as a
commissioner to Santa Bárbara, to discuss the construction of
a road to that city; and on his return he declared the project
quite practicable. The Supervisors had agreed to devote a
certain sum of money, and the Santa Barbareños, on their part,
were to vote on the proposition of appropriating fifteen thousand
dollars for the work. Evidently the citizens voted favorably;
for in July of the following year James Thompson, of Los
Angeles, contracted for making the new road through Santa
Bárbara County, from the Los Angeles to the San Luis Obispo
lines, passing through Ventura—or San Buenaventura, as it
was then more poetically called—Santa Bárbara and out by
the Gaviota Pass; in all, a distance of about one hundred and
twenty-five miles. Some five or six months were required
to finish the rough work, and over thirty thousand dollars
was expended for that alone.</p>
<p>Winfield Scott Hancock, whom I came to know well and
who had been here before, arrived in Los Angeles in May,
1859, to establish a depot for the Quartermaster's Department
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which he finally located at Wilmington, naming it Drum
Barracks, after Adjutant-General Richard Coulter Drum, for
several years at the head of the Department of the West.
Hancock himself was Quartermaster and had an office in a
brick building on Main Street near Third; and he was in charge
of all Government property here and at Yuma, Arizona Territory,
then a military post. He thus both bought and sold;
advertising at one time, for example, a call for three or four
hundred thousand pounds of barley, and again offering for sale,
on behalf of poor Uncle Sam, the important item of a lone,
braying mule! Hancock invested liberally in California
projects, and became interested, with others, in the Bear
Valley mines; and at length had the good luck to strike a rich
and paying vein of gold quartz.</p>
<p>Beaudry & Marchessault were among the first handlers of
ice in Los Angeles, having an ice-house in 1859, where, in the
springtime, they stored the frozen product taken from the
mountain lakes fifty miles away. The ice was cut into cubes
of about one hundred pounds each, packed down the <i>cañons</i>
by a train of thirty to forty mules, and then brought in wagons
to Los Angeles. By September, 1860, wagon-loads of San
Bernardino ice—or perhaps one would better say compact
snow—were hawked about town and bought up by saloon-keepers
and others, having been transported in the way I have
just described, a good seventy-five miles. Later, ice was shipped
here from San Francisco; and soon after it reached town, the
saloons displayed signs soliciting orders.</p>
<p>Considering the present popularity of the silver dollar
along the entire Western Coast, it may be interesting to recall
the stamping of these coins, for the first time in California, at
the San Francisco mint. This was in the spring of 1859, soon
after which they began to appear in Los Angeles. A few years
later, in 1863, and for ten or fifteen years thereafter, silver
half-dimes, coined in San Francisco, were to be seen here
occasionally; but they were never popular. The larger silver
piece, the dime, was more common, although for a while it
also had little purchasing power. As late as the early seventies
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it was not welcome, and many a time I have seen dimes
thrown into the street as if they were worthless. This prejudice
against the smaller silver coins was much the same as
the feeling which even to-day obtains with many people on the
Coast against the copper cent. When the nickel, in the eighties,
came into use, the old Californian tradition as to coinage
began to disappear; and this opened the way for the introduction
of the one-cent piece, which is more and more coming
into popular favor.</p>
<p>In the year 1859, the Hellman brothers, Isaias W. and
Herman W., arrived here in a sailing-vessel with Captain
Morton. I. W. Hellman took a clerkship with his cousin,
I. M. Hellman, who had arrived in 1854 and was established
in the stationery line in Mellus's Row, while H. W. Hellman
went to work in June, 1859, for Phineas Banning, at Wilmington.
I. W. Hellman immediately showed much ability
and greatly improved his cousin's business. By 1865, he was
in trade for himself, selling dry-goods at the corner of Main
and Commercial streets as the successor to A. Portugal; while
H. W. Hellman, father of Marco H. Hellman, the banker,
and father-in-law of the public-spirited citizen, Louis M. Cole,
became my competitor, as will be shown later, in the wholesale
grocery business.</p>
<p>John Philbin, an Irishman, arrived here penniless late in the
fifties, but with my assistance started a small store at Fort
Tejón, then a military post necessary for the preservation of
order on the Indian Reservation; and there, during the short
space of eighteen months, he accumulated twenty thousand
dollars. Illness compelled him to leave, and I bought his
business and property. After completing this purchase, I engaged
a clerk in San Francisco to manage the new branch. As
John Philbin had been very popular, the new clerk also called
himself "John" and soon enjoyed equal favor. It was only
when Bob Wilson came into town one day from the Fort and
told me, "That chap John is gambling your whole damned
business away; he plays seven-up at twenty dollars a game,
and when out of cash, puts up blocks of merchandise," that I
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investigated and discharged him, sending Kaspare Cohn, who
had recently arrived from Europe, to take his place.</p>
<p>It was in 1859, or a year before Abraham Lincoln was
elected President, that I bought out Philbin, and at the breaking
out of the War, the troops were withdrawn from Fort
Tejón, thus ending my activity there as a merchant. We
disposed of the stock as best we could; but the building,
which had cost three thousand dollars, brought at forced sale just
fifty. Fort Tejón, established about 1854, I may add, after
it attained some fame as the only military post in Southern
California where snow ever fell, and also as the scene of the
earthquake phenomena I have described, was abandoned altogether
as a military station on September 11th, 1864. Philbin
removed to Los Angeles, where he invested in some fifty acres
of vineyard along San Pedro Street, extending as far south as
the present Pico; and I still have a clear impression of the typical
old adobe there, so badly damaged by the rains of 1890.</p>
<p>Kaspare remained in my employ until he set up in business
at Red Bluff, Tehama County, where he continued until January,
1866. In more recent years, he has come to occupy an
enviable position as a successful financier.</p>
<p>Somewhat less than six years after my arrival (or, to be
accurate, on the fifteenth day of August, 1859, about the time
of my mother's death at Loebau), and satisfying one of my most
ardent ambitions, I entered the family of Uncle Sam, carrying
from the District Court here a red-sealed document, to me of
great importance; my newly-acquired citizenship being attested
by Ch. R. Johnson, Clerk, and John O. Wheeler, Deputy.</p>
<p>On September 3d, the Los Angeles <i>Star</i> made the following
announcement and salutation:</p>
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<p><span class="smcap">Called to the Bar</span>—At the present term of the District
Court for the First Judicial District, Mr. M. J. Newmark was
called to the bar. We congratulate Mr. Newmark on his
success, and wish him a brilliant career in his profession.</p>
</div>
<p>This kindly reference was to my brother-in-law, who had
read law in the office of E. J. C. Kewen, then on Main Street,
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opposite the Bella Union, and had there, in the preceding
January, when already eleven attorneys were practicing here,
hung out his shingle as Notary Public and Conveyancer—an
office to which he was reappointed by the Governor in 1860,
soon after he had been made Commissioner for the State of
Missouri to reside in Los Angeles. About that same time he
began to take a lively interest in politics; being elected, on
October 13th, 1860, a delegate to the Democratic County Convention.
A. J. King was also admitted to the Bar toward the
end of that year.</p>
<p>We who have such praise for the rapid growth of the
population in Los Angeles must not forget the faithful midwives
of early days, when there was not the least indication
that there would ever be a lying-in hospital here. First, one
naturally recalls old Mrs. Simmons, the <i>Sarah Gamp</i> of the
fifties; while her professional sister of the sixties was Lydia
Rebbick, whose name also will be pleasantly spoken by old-timers.
A brother of Mrs. Rebbick was James H. Whitworth,
a rancher, who came to Los Angeles County in 1857.</p>
<p>Residents of Los Angeles to-day have but a faint idea, I
suppose, of what exertion we cheerfully submitted to, forty or
fifty years ago, in order to participate in a little pleasure.
This was shown at an outing in 1859, on and by the sea, made
possible through the courtesy of my hospitable friend, Phineas
Banning, details of which illustrate the social conditions then
prevailing here.</p>
<p>Banning had invited fifty or sixty ladies and gentlemen to
accompany him to Catalina; and at about half-past five o'clock
on a June morning the guests arrived at Banning's residence
where they partook of refreshments. Then they started in
decorated stages for New San Pedro, where the host (who, by
the way, was a man of most genial temperament, fond of a joke
and sure to infuse others with his good-heartedness) regaled
his friends with a hearty breakfast, not forgetting anything
likely to both warm and cheer. After ample justice had been
done to this feature, the picknickers boarded Banning's little
steamer <i>Comet</i> and made for the outer harbor.
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<p>There they were transferred to the United States Coast
Survey ship <i>Active</i>, which steamed away so spiritedly that in
two hours the passengers were off Catalina; nothing meanwhile
having been left undone to promote the comfort of everyone
aboard the vessel. During this time Captain Alder and his
officers, resplendent in their naval uniforms, held a reception;
and unwilling that the merrymakers should be exposed without
provisions to the wilds of the less-trodden island, they set before
them a substantial ship's dinner. Once ashore, the visitors
strolled along the beach and across that part of the island
then most familiar; and at four o'clock the members of the
party were again walking the decks of the Government vessel.
Steaming back slowly, San Pedro was reached after sundown;
and, having again been bundled into the stages, the excursionists
were back in Los Angeles about ten o'clock.</p>
<p>I have said that most of the early political meetings took
place at the residence of Don Ygnácio del Valle. I recall,
however, a mass meeting and barbecue, in August, 1859, in a
grove at El Monte owned by inn-keeper Thompson. Benches
were provided for the ladies, prompting the editor of the <i>Star</i> to
observe, with characteristic gallantry, that the seats "were
fully occupied by an array of beauty such as no other portion of
the State ever witnessed."</p>
<p>On September 11th, Eberhard & Koll opened the Lafayette
Hotel on Main Street, on the site opposite the Bella Union
where once had stood the residence of Don Eulógio de Celis.
Particular inducements to families desiring quiet and the
attraction of a table "supplied with the choicest viands and
delicacies of the season" were duly advertised; but the proprietors
met with only a moderate response. On January 1st,
1862, Eberhard withdrew and Frederick W. Koll took into
partnership Henry Dockweiler—father of two of our very prominent
young men, J. H. Dockweiler, the civil engineer and, in
1889, City Surveyor, and Isidore B. Dockweiler, the attorney—and
Chris Fluhr. In two years, Dockweiler had withdrawn,
leaving Fluhr as sole proprietor; and he continued as such until,
in the seventies, he took Charles Gerson into partnership with
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him. It is my recollection, in fact, that Fluhr was associated
with this hotel in one capacity or another until its name was
changed, first to the Cosmopolitan and then to the St. Elmo.</p>
<p>Various influences contributed to causing radical social
changes, particularly throughout the county. When Dr. John
S. Griffin and other pioneers came here, they were astonished at
the hospitality of the ranch-owners, who provided for them, however
numerous, shelter, food and even fresh saddle-horses; and
this bounteous provision for the wayfarer continued until the
migrating population had so increased as to become something
of a burden and economic conditions put a brake on unlimited
entertainment. Then a slight reaction set in, and by the
sixties a movement to demand some compensation for such
service began to make itself felt. In 1859, Don Vicente de la
Osa advertised that he would afford accommodation for travelers
by way of his ranch, <i>El Encino</i>; but that to protect himself,
he must consider it "an essential part of the arrangement that
visitors should act on the good old rule and—pay as one goes!"</p>
<p>In 1859, C. H. Classen, a native of Germany, opened a cigar
factory in the Signoret Building on Main Street, north of
Arcadia; and believing that tobacco could be successfully
grown in Los Angeles County, he sent to Cuba for some seed
and was soon making cigars from the local product. I fancy
that the plants degenerated because, although others experimented
with Los Angeles tobacco, the growing of the leaf here
was abandoned after a few years. H. Newmark & Company
handled much tobacco for sheep-wash, and so came to buy the
last Southern California crop. When I speak of sheep-wash,
I refer to a solution made by steeping tobacco in water and
used to cure a skin disease known as scab. It was always
applied after shearing, for then the wool could not be affected
and the process was easier.</p>
<p>Talking of tobacco, I may say that the commercial cigarette
now for sale everywhere was not then to be seen. People
rolled their own cigarettes, generally using brown paper, but
sometimes the white, which came in reams of sheets about six
by ten inches in size. Kentucky leaf was most in vogue; and
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the first brand of granulated tobacco that I remember was
known as <i>Sultana</i>. Clay pipes, then packed in barrels, were
used a good deal more than now, and brier pipes much less.
There was no duty on imported cigars, and their consequent
cheapness brought them into general consumption. Practically
all of the native female population smoked cigarettes,
for it was a custom of the country; but the American ladies
did not indulge. While spending an enjoyable hour at the
County Museum recently, I noticed a cigarette-case of finely-woven
matting that once belonged to António María Lugo,
and a bundle of cigarettes, rolled up, like so many matches, by
Andrés Pico; and both the little <i>cigarillos</i> and the holder will
give a fair understanding of these customs of the past.</p>
<p>Besides the use of tobacco in cigar and cigarette form, and
for pipes, there was much consumption of the weed by chewers.
<i>Peachbrand</i>, a black plug saturated with molasses and packed
in caddies—a term more commonly applied to little boxes for
tea—was the favorite chewing tobacco fifty years or more ago.
It would hardly be an exaggeration to say that nine out of ten
Americans in Los Angeles indulged in this habit, some of whom
certainly exposed us to the criticism of Charles Dickens and
others, who found so much fault with our manners.</p>
<p>The pernicious activity of rough or troublesome characters
brings to recollection an aged Indian named Polonia, whom
pioneers will easily recollect as having been bereft of his sight,
by his own people, because of his unnatural ferocity. He was
six feet four inches in height, and had once been endowed with
great physical strength; he was clad, for the most part, in a
tattered blanket, so that his mere appearance was sufficient to
impress, if not to intimidate, the observer. Only recently, in
fact, Mrs. Solomon Lazard told me that to her and her girl
playmates Polonia and his fierce countenance were the terror
of their lives. He may thus have deserved to forfeit his life for
many crimes; but the idea of cutting a man's eyes out for any offense
whatever, no matter how great, is revolting in the extreme.
The year I arrived, and for some time thereafter, Polonia
slept by night in the corridor of Don Manuel Requena's house.
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With the aid of only a very long stick, this blind Indian was
able to find his way all over the town.</p>
<p>Sometime in 1859, Daniel Sexton, a veteran of the battles of
San Bartolo and the Mesa, became possessed of the idea that
gold was secreted in large sacks near the ruins of San Juan
Capistrano; and getting permission, he burrowed so far beneath
the house of a citizen that the latter, fearing his whole home
was likely to cave in, frantically begged the gold-digger to
desist. Sexton, in fact, came near digging his own grave
instead of another's, and was for a while the good-natured
butt of many a pun.</p>
<p>Jacob A. Moerenhout, a native of Antwerp, Belgium, who
had been French Consul for a couple of years at Monterey, in
the latter days of the Mexican <i>régime</i>, removed to Los Angeles
on October 29th, 1859, on which occasion the Consular flag of
France was raised at his residence in this city. As early as
January 13th, 1835, President Andrew Jackson had appointed
Moerenhout "U. S. Consul to Otaheite and the Rest of the
Society Islands," the original Consular document, with its
quaint spelling and signed by the vigorous pen of that President,
existing to-day in a collection owned by Dr. E. M. Clinton
of Los Angeles; and the Belgian had thus so profited by experience
in promoting trade and amicable relations between foreign
nations that he was prepared to make himself <i>persona grata</i>
here. Salvos of cannon were fired, while the French citizens,
accompanied by a band, formed in procession and marched
to the Plaza. In the afternoon, Don Louis Sainsevain in
honor of the event set a groaning and luxurious table for a
goodly company at his hospitable residence. There patriotic
toasts were gracefully proposed and as gracefully responded to.
The festivities continued until the small hours of the morning,
after which Consul Moerenhout was declared a duly-initiated
Angeleño.</p>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="i_312a" id="i_312a"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i_312a.jpg" width-obs="426" height-obs="263" alt="" /> <p class="caption">San Pedro Street, near Second, in the Early Seventies</p> </div>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="i_312b" id="i_312b"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i_312b.jpg" width-obs="428" height-obs="291" alt="" /> <p class="caption">Commercial Street, Looking East from Main, about 1870</p> </div>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="i_313a" id="i_313a"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i_313a.jpg" width-obs="433" height-obs="249" alt="" /> <p class="caption">View of Plaza, Showing the Reservoir</p> </div>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="i_313b" id="i_313b"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i_313b.jpg" width-obs="432" height-obs="348" alt="" /> <p class="caption">Old Lanfranco Block</p> </div>
<p>Surrounded by most of his family, Don Juan Bandini, a distinguished
Southern Californian and a worthy member of one of
the finest Spanish families here, after a long and painful illness,
died at the home of his daughter and son-in-law, Doña Arcadia
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_255" id="Page_255">255</SPAN></span>
and Don Abel Stearns, in Los Angeles, on November 4th, 1859.
Don Juan had come to California far back in the early twenties,
and to Los Angeles so soon thereafter that he was a familiar
and welcome figure here many years before I arrived.</p>
<p>It is natural that I should look back with pleasure and
satisfaction to my association with a gentleman so typically
Californian, warm-hearted, genial and social in the extreme;
and one who dispensed so large and generous a hospitality.
He came with his father—who eventually died here and was
buried at the old San Gabriel Mission—and at one time possessed
the Jurupa <i>rancho</i>, where he lived. Don Juan was a
lawyer by profession, and had written the best part of a
history of early California, the manuscript of which went to
the State University. The passing glimpse of Bandini, in
sunlight and in shadow, recorded by Dana in his classic <i>Two
Years before the Mast</i>, adds to the fame already enjoyed by
this native Californian.</p>
<p>Himself of a good-sized family, Don Juan married twice.
His first wife, courted in 1823, was Dolores, daughter of Captain
José Estudillo, a <i>comandante</i> at Monterey; and of that union
were born Doña Arcadia, first the wife of Abel Stearns and later of
Colonel R. S. Baker; Doña Ysidora, who married Lieutenant
Cave J. Coutts, a cousin of General Grant; Doña Josefa, later
the wife of Pedro C. Carrillo (father of J. J. Carrillo, formerly
Marshal here and now Justice of the Peace at Santa
Monica), and the sons, José María Bandini and Juanito Bandini.
Don Juan's second wife was Refúgio, a daughter of
Santiago Arguello and a granddaughter of the governor
who made the first grants of land to <i>rancheros</i> of Los Angeles.
She it was who nursed the wounded Kearny and
who became a friend of Lieutenant William T. Sherman, once
a guest at her home; and she was also the mother of Doña
Dolores, later the wife of Charles R. Johnson, and of Doña
Margarita whom Dr. James B. Winston married after his
rollicking bachelor days. By Bandini's second marriage
there were three sons: Juan de la Cruz Bandini, Alfredo Bandini
and Arturo Bandini.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_256" id="Page_256">256</SPAN></span></p>
<p>The financial depression of 1859 affected the temperament of
citizens so much that little or no attention was paid to holidays,
with the one exception, perhaps, of the Bella Union's
poorly-patronized Christmas dinner; and during 1860 many
small concerns closed their doors altogether.</p>
<p>I have spoken of the fact that brick was not much used
when I first came to Los Angeles, and have shown how it
soon after became more popular as a building material. This
was emphasized during 1859, when thirty-one brick buildings,
such as they were, were put up.</p>
<p>In December, Benjamin Hayes, then District Judge and
holding court in the dingy old adobe at the corner of Spring and
Franklin streets, ordered the Sheriff to secure and furnish
another place; and despite the fact that there was only a depleted
treasury to meet the new outlay of five or six thousand dollars,
few persons attempted to deny the necessity. The fact of the
matter was that, when it rained, water actually poured through
the ceiling and ran down the court-room walls, spattering over
the Judge's desk to such an extent that umbrellas might very
conveniently have been brought into use; all of which led to the
limit of human patience if not of human endurance.</p>
<p>In 1859, one of the first efforts toward the formation of a
Public Library was made when Felix Bachman, Myer J.
Newmark, William H. Workman, Sam Foy, H. S. Allanson and
others organized a Library Association, with John Temple as
President; J. J. Warner, Vice-President; Francis Mellus,
Treasurer; and Israel Fleishman, Secretary. The Association
established a reading-room in Don Abel Stearns's Arcadia Block.
An immediate and important acquisition was the collection of
books that had been assembled by Henry Mellus for his own
home; other citizens contributed books, periodicals and money;
and the messengers of the Overland Mail undertook to get
such Eastern newspapers as they could for the perusal of the
library members. Five dollars was charged as an initiation
fee, and a dollar for monthly dues; but insignificant as was the
expense, the undertaking was not well patronized by the public,
and the project, to the regret of many, had to be abandoned.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_257" id="Page_257">257</SPAN></span></p>
<p>This effort to establish a library recalls an Angeleño of the
fifties, Ralph Emerson, a cousin, I believe, though somewhat
distantly removed, of the famous Concord philosopher. He
lived on the west side of Alameda Street, in an adobe known
as Emerson's Row, between First and Aliso streets, where Miss
Mary E. Hoyt, assisted by her mother, had a school; and
where at one time Emerson, a strong competitor of mine in the
hide business, had his office. Fire destroyed part of their
home late in 1859, and again in the following September.
Emerson served as a director on the Library Board, both he
and his wife being among the most refined and attractive
people of the neighborhood.</p>
<p>It must have been late in November that Miss Hoyt
announced the opening of her school at No. 2 Emerson Row,
in doing which she followed a custom in vogue with private
schools at that time and published the endorsements of
leading citizens, or patrons.</p>
<p>Again in 1861, Miss Hoyt advertised to give "instruction
in the higher branches of English education, with French,
drawing, and ornamental needlework," for five dollars a month;
while three dollars was asked for the teaching of the common
branches and needlework, and only two dollars for teaching the
elementary courses. Miss Hoyt's move was probably due to
the inability of the Board of Education to secure an appropriation
with which to pay the public school teachers. This
lack of means led not only to a general discussion of the problem,
but to the recommendation that Los Angeles schools
be graded and a high school started.</p>
<p>Following a dry year, and especially a fearful heat wave in
October which suddenly ran the mercury up to one hundred
and ten degrees, December witnessed heavy rains in the mountains
inundating both valleys and towns. On the fourth
of December the most disastrous rain known in the history
of the Southland set in, precipitating, within a single day
and night, twelve inches of water; and causing the rise
of the San Gabriel and other rivers to a height never before
recorded and such a cataclysm that sand and <i>débris</i>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_258" id="Page_258">258</SPAN></span>
were scattered far and wide. Lean and weakened from
the ravaging drought through which they had just passed,
the poor cattle, now exposed to the elements of cold rain
and wind, fell in vast numbers in their tracks. The bed of
the Los Angeles River was shifted for, perhaps, a quarter of a
mile. Many houses in town were cracked and otherwise
damaged, and some caved in altogether. The front of the old
Church, attacked through a leaking roof, disintegrated, swayed
and finally gave way, filling the neighboring street with
impassable heaps.</p>
<p>I have spoken of the Market House built by John Temple
for the City. On December 29th, there was a sale of the
stalls by Mayor D. Marchessault; and all except six booths
were disposed of, each for the term of three months. One
hundred and seventy-three dollars was the rental agreed
upon; and Dodson & Company bid successfully for nine out of
thirteen of the stalls. By the following month, however,
complaints were made in the press that, though the City Fathers
had "condescended to let the suffering public" have another
market, they still prevented the free competition desired;
and by the end of August, it was openly charged that the
manner in which the City Market was conducted showed "a
gross piece of favoritism," and that the City Treasury on this
account would suffer a monthly loss of one hundred dollars in
rents alone.</p>
<p>About 1859, John Murat, following in the wake of Henry
Kuhn, proprietor of the New York Brewery, established the
Gambrinus in the block bounded by Los Angeles, San Pedro
and First and what has become Second streets. The brewery,
notwithstanding its spacious yard, was anything but an
extensive institution, and the quality of the product dispensed
to the public left much to be desired; but it was beer, and
Murat has the distinction of having been one of the first
Los Angeles brewers. The New York's spigot, a suggestive
souvenir of those convivial days picked up by George W.
Hazard, now enriches a local museum.</p>
<p>These reminiscences recall still another brewer—Christian
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_259" id="Page_259">259</SPAN></span>
Henne—at whose popular resort on Main Street, on the last
evening of 1859, following some conferences in the old Round
House, thirty-eight Los Angeles Germans met and formed an
association which they called the Teutonia-Concordia. The
object was to promote social intercourse, especially among
Germans, and to further the study of German song. C. H.
Classen was chosen first President; H. Hammel, Vice-President;
H. Heinsch, Secretary; and Lorenzo Leck, Treasurer.</p>
<p>How great were the problems confronting the national
government in the development of our continent may be
gathered from the strenuous efforts—and their results—to
encourage an overland mail route. Six hundred thousand
dollars a year was the subsidy granted the Butterfield Company
for running two mail coaches each way a week; yet the
postal revenue for the first year was but twenty-seven thousand
dollars, leaving a deficit of more than half a million! But
this was not all that was discouraging: politicians attacked the
stage route administration, and then the newspapers had to
come to the rescue and point out the advantages as compared
with the ocean routes. Indians, also, were an obstacle; and
with the arrival of every stage, one expected to hear the sensational
story of ambushing and murder rather than the yarn
of a monotonous trip. When new reports of such outrages were
brought in, new outcries were raised and new petitions, calling
on the Government for protection, were hurriedly circulated.
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