<h2>CHAPTER XXIX<br/> THE CHINESE MASSACRE<br/> 1871</h2>
<p>H. Newmark & Company enjoyed associations with
nearly all of the most important wool men and <i>rancheros</i>
in Southern California, our office for many years being
headquarters for these stalwarts, as many as a dozen or more
of whom would ofttimes congregate, giving the store the appearance
of a social center. They came in from their ranches
and discussed with freedom the different phases of their affairs
and other subjects of interest. Wheat, corn, barley, hay,
cattle, sheep, irrigation and kindred topics were passed upon;
although in 1871 the price of wool being out of all proportion
to anything like its legitimate value, the uppermost topic of conversation
was wool. These meetings were a welcome interruption
to the monotony of our work. Some of the most important
of these visitors were Jotham, John W. and Llewellyn Bixby,
Isaac Lankershim, L. J. Rose, I. N. Van Nuys, R. S. Baker,
George Carson, Manuel Dominguez, Domingo Amestoy, Juan
Matías Sanchez, Dan Freeman, John Rowland, John Reed,
Joe Bridger, Louis Phillips, the brothers Garnier, Remi Nadeau,
E. J. Baldwin, P. Banning and Alessandro Repetto. There
was also not a weather prophet, near or far, who did not
manage to appear at these weighty discussions and offer his
oracular opinions about the pranks of the elements; on which
occasions, one after another of these wise men would step to the
door, look at the sky and broad landscape, solemnly shake his
head and then render his verdict to the speculating circle
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within. According as the moon emerged "so that one could
hang something upon it," or in such a manner that "water
would run off" (as they pictured it), we were to have dry
or rainy weather; nor would volumes of talk shake their confidence.
Occasionally, I added a word, merely to draw out
these weather-beaten and interesting old chaps; but usually I
listened quietly and was entertained by all that was said. Hours
would be spent by these friends in chatting and smoking the
time away; and if they enjoyed the situation half as much
as I did, pleasant remembrances of these occasions must have
endured with them. Many of those to whom I have referred
have ended their earthly careers, while others, living in different
parts of the county, are still hale and hearty.</p>
<p>A curious character was then here, in the person of the
reputed son of a former, and brother of the then, Lord Clanmorris,
an English nobleman. Once a student at Dr. Arnold's
famous Rugby, he had knocked about the world until, shabbily
treated by Dame Fortune, he had become a sheepherder in the
employ of the Bixbys.</p>
<p>M. J. Newmark, who now came to visit us from New York,
was admitted to partnership with H. Newmark & Company,
and this determined his future residence.</p>
<p>As was natural in a town of pueblo origin, plays were often
advertised in Spanish; one of the placards, still preserved, thus
announcing the attraction for January 30th, at the Merced
Theater:</p>
<div class="blockquot">
<p class="center">TEATRO MERCED<br/>
LOS ANGELES<br/>
Lunes, Enero 30, de 1871</p>
<p>Primero Función de la Gran Compañia Dramática, De Don
Tomás Maguire, El Empresario Veterano de San Francisco,
<span class="smcap">Veinte y Cuatro</span> Artistas de ambos sexos, todos conocidos
como <span class="smcap">Estrellas</span> de primera clase.</p>
</div>
<p>In certain quarters of the city, the bill was printed in English.</p>
<p>Credit for the first move toward the formation of a County
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Medical Society here should probably be given to Dr. H. S.
Orme, at whose office early in 1871 a preliminary meeting was
held; but it was in the office of Drs. Griffin and Widney, on
January 31st, that the organization was effected, my friend
Griffin being elected President; Dr. R. T. Hayes, Vice-President;
Dr. Orme, Treasurer; and Dr. E. L. Dow, Secretary. Thus began
a society which, in the intervening years, has accomplished
much good work.</p>
<p>Late in January, Luther H. Titus, one of several breeders
of fast horses, brought from San Francisco by steamer a fine
thoroughbred stallion named <i>Echo</i>, a half-brother of the
celebrated trotter <i>Dexter</i> which had been shipped from the East
in a Central Pacific car especially constructed for the purpose—in
itself something of a wonder then. Sporting men
came from a distance to see the horse; but interest was divided
between the stallion and a mammoth turkey of a peculiar
breed, also brought west by Titus, who prophesied that the
bird, when full grown, would tip the beam at from forty-five
to fifty pounds.</p>
<p>Early in February, the first steps were taken to reorganize
and consolidate the two banking houses in which Downey
and Hellman were interested, when it was proposed to start
the Bank of Los Angeles, with a capital of five hundred
thousand dollars. Some three hundred and eighty thousand
dollars of this sum were soon subscribed; and by the first week
in April, twenty-five per cent. of the capital had been called in.
John G. Downey was President and I. W. Hellman was Cashier;
their office was in the former rooms of Hellman, Temple &
Company. On the tenth of April the institution was opened
as the Farmers & Merchants Bank; and on July 10th, J. G.
Downey, Charles Ducommun, O. W. Childs, I. M. Hellman,
George Hansen, A. Glassell, J. S. Griffin, José Mascarel and
I. W. Hellman were chosen Trustees. From the first the
Bank prospered, so that when the crisis of 1875 tested the
substantiability of the financial institutions here, the Farmers
& Merchants rode the storm. In April, 1871, Hellman inaugurated
a popular policy when he offered to pay interest on
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time deposits, for it brought many clients who had previously
been accustomed to do their banking in San Francisco; and
before long the Bank advertised one hundred thousand dollars
to lend on good security.</p>
<p>On February 14th, Stephen Samsbury, known as Buckskin
Bill, and a man named Carter murdered the twin brothers
Bilderback who had taken up some land very close to Verdugo—now
incorporated in Glendale—and were engaged in chopping
wood; the murderers coveting the land and planning to sell
the fuel. Deputy Sheriff Dunlap went in pursuit of the
desperadoes, and noticing some loose earth in the roadbed
near by, he thrust a stick into the ground and so uncovered
the blood-stained end of a blanket which led to the finding of
the bodies.</p>
<p>J. F. Burns, who, at eighty-three years of age, still manifests
his old time spirit, being then Sheriff, pursued Buckskin Bill
until the twenty-fourth of June. A young soldier on the way to
Fort Yuma met Burns at San Pedro, and having agreed to sell
him certain information about the fugitive, revealed the fact
that Bill had been seen near Tecate, mounted on a horse, with
his squaw and infant riding a mule. The chase had previously
taken the Sheriff from Verdugo Cañon to White Pine, Nevada,
and back to Los Angeles; and acting on this new clue, Burns
obtained a requisition on the Mexican Governor from Judge
Ygnácio Sepúlveda, and went to Lower California where, with
Felipe Zarate, a Mexican officer, he located the man after two
or three days' search. About twenty miles north of Real
Castillo, the Sheriff found the fugitive, and in the ensuing
fight Samsbury accidentally shot himself; and so terribly did
the wounded man suffer that he begged Burns to finish him at
once. The Sheriff, refusing, improved the opportunity to
secure a full confession of Bill's numerous crimes, among which
figured the killing of five other men—besides the Bilderback
brothers—in different parts of California.</p>
<p>After Samsbury died, Burns cut off his foot—known to
have six toes—and placed it in <i>mescal</i>, a popular and strongly-intoxicating
beverage of the Mexicans; and when later the
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Sheriff presented this trophy to the good citizens of California,
it was accepted as abundant proof that the man he had gone
after had been captured and disposed of. The Legislature
promptly paid Burns nearly five thousand dollars; but Los
Angeles County, which had pledged two hundred dollars'
reward, refused to recompense the doughty Sheriff and has
never since made good its promise. In 1889, Burns was
Chief of Police, with Emil Harris as his Captain.</p>
<p>The earliest move toward the formation of a Los Angeles
Board of Trade was made, not in 1883, nor even in 1873—when
the first Chamber of Commerce began—but in 1871,
a fact that seems to be generally forgotten. Late in February
of that year, a number of leading shippers came together
to discuss Coast trade and other interests; and B. L. Peel
moved that a Board of Trade be organized. The motion was
carried and the organization was effected; but with the waning
of enthusiasm for the improvements proposed or, perhaps,
through the failure of its members to agree, the embryonic
Board of Trade soon died.</p>
<p>In February, B. L. Peel & Company installed the telegraph
in their commission office—probably the first instance of a
private wire in local business history.</p>
<p>At the outset of the somewhat momentous decade of the
seventies, Hellman, Haas & Company was established, with H.
W. Hellman, Jacob Haas and B. Cohn partners; their first store
being on the east side of Los Angeles Street opposite H. Newmark
& Company's. Abraham Haas, who came in December,
1873, had a share in his brother's venture from the start; but
it was not until 1875, when he bought out Cohn's interest,
that he became a partner. Ten years after the firm commenced
business, that is, in 1881, Jacob Baruch, who had come to
California with J. Loew, and with him had made his start at
Galatin, was admitted to partnership; and in 1889, a year after
Jacob Haas's death, Haas & Baruch bought out H. W. Hellman.
Then it was that Haas, Baruch & Company, a name so agreeably
known throughout Southern California, first entered the
field, their activity—immediately felt—permitting very little
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of the proverbial grass to grow under one's feet. On January
7th, 1909, Jacob Baruch died. Haas since December 12th,
1900 has been a resident of San Francisco.</p>
<p>This year the United States Government began the great
work of improving Wilmington or San Pedro Harbor. The
gap between Rattlesnake and Dead Man's islands was closed
by means of a breakwater, creating a regular current in the
channel; and dredging to a depth of seventeen or eighteen feet
first made it possible for vessels of size to cross the bar at low
tide. Among those active in preparing documents for Congress
and securing the survey was Judge R. M. Widney, of
whose public services mention has been made; while Phineas
Banning, at his own expense, made trips to Washington in
behalf of the project.</p>
<p>A genuine novelty was introduced in 1871, when Downs
& Bent late in February opened a roller-skating rink at
Teutonia Hall. Twenty-five cents was charged for admission,
and an additional quarter demanded for the use of skates.
Ladies and gentlemen flocked to enjoy the new sensation; a
second rink was soon opened in Los Angeles and another in
El Monte; and among those who became proficient skaters was
Pancho Coronel, one of the social lions of his day. In time,
however, the craze waned, and what had been hailed as fashionable
because of its popularity in the great cities of the
East, lost in favor, particularly among those of social
pretensions.</p>
<p>In March, a call for a meeting to organize an Agricultural
Society for the Counties of Los Angeles, Santa Bárbara, San
Bernardino, Kern and San Diego brought together a large
number of our citizens. L. J. Rose and his neighbor L. H.
Titus, Dr. J. S. Griffin, Colonel J. J. Warner, Judge H. K. S.
O'Melveny, Judge A. J. King, John G. Downey, F. N. Slaughter
and many others including myself became actively interested,
and then and there started the Southern District
Agricultural Society which, for years, contributed so much
to advance the agricultural interests of Southern California.
Annual trotting races, lasting a week, lent impetus to the breeding
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of fine stock, for which this part of the State became
famous. L. J. Rose was the moving spirit in this enterprise;
and he it was who induced me and other friends to participate.</p>
<p>Even the first ice machine, in March, did not freeze the
price below four cents per pound.</p>
<p>Edited by Henry C. Austin, the <i>Evening Express</i> made its
first appearance on March 27th. It was started by the printers,
George and Jesse Yarnell, George A. Tiffany, J. W. Paynter
and Miguel Verelo; but James J. Ayers—in 1882 State Printer—who
was one of the founders of the San Francisco <i>Morning
Call</i>, succeeded Austin in 1875, and then the Yarnells and
Verelo retired.</p>
<p>L. V. Prudhomme, better known as Victor Prudhomme—a
name sometimes, but probably incorrectly, spelled Prudhon—who
is said to have come from France about the middle of the
thirties, died here on May 8th. His wife was a Spanish woman
and for a while they resided on the east side of Main Street
between Requena and First, not far from my brother's store.
As a rather active member of the French Colony, he was a
man in good standing, and was engaged, it seems to me, in the
wine industry. He also owned some land near San Bernardino
and was continually visiting that place.</p>
<p>On May 27th, S. J. Millington, announced as "the pioneer
dancing master of California," opened a dancing academy at
Stearns's Hall, and it at once sprang into social favor. He
had morning classes for children and evening classes for adults.
I happen to recall the circumstances more clearly for I was
one of his committee of patrons. Dances, by the way, were
given frequently, and were often attended in costume and even
in disguise. I remember such an occasion in the early seventies
when elaborate toilettes and variety of dress marked an advance
in these harmless diversions. Conspicuous among the
guests was John Jones, elderly and seldom given to frivolity,
who appeared in the character of the Father of his Country.</p>
<p>In early June, a Chinese junk, cruising in search of <i>abalones</i>,
attracted no little attention at San Pedro as a primitive and
clumsy specimen of marine architecture.
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<p>The sudden and abnormal demand for the <i>abalone</i> shell
offered such large returns as to tempt men to take desperate
chances in hunting for them among the rocks. Sometime in
the seventies, a Chinaman, searching near San Diego, thrust
his hand into an open shell and the <i>abalone</i> closed upon his
wrist with such an irresistible grip that the unfortunate shell-hunter
was held fast until overtaken by the rising tide and
drowned.</p>
<p>For many years Los Angeles booklovers were supplied
by merchants who sold other things, or who conducted a
limited loan library in conjunction with their business. Such a
circulating collection Samuel Hellman displayed in February,
1871. The first exclusively book and periodical store was
opened in the same year, by Brodrick & Reilly, adjoining the
Post Office on Spring street.</p>
<p>Albert Fenner Kercheval, who took up his residence in
1871 on the west side of Pearl Street near the end of Sixth,
on what was formerly known as the Gelcich Place, first came
to California—Hangtown—in 1849 and experienced much the
same kind of mining adventure as inspired Bret Harte. On
his second visit to the Coast, Kercheval raised strawberries
and early tomatoes, for which he found a ready sale in San
Francisco; and in his spare moments he wrote poems—collected
and published in 1883 under the title of <i>Dolores</i>—some of which
rather cleverly reflect California life.</p>
<p>On June 19th, the Teutonia-Concordia society merged
with the Los Angeles Turnverein, forming the Turnverein-Germania;
and about the same time, the original home of the
<i>Verein</i>, a frame building on South Spring Street, was erected.
In that year, also, the first German school was founded—the
sessions being conducted at the old Round House.</p>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="i_500" id="i_500"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i_500.jpg" width-obs="600" height-obs="422" alt="" /> <p class="caption">(<i>Standing</i>)<br/> Lorenzo Leck<br/> Louis Mesmer<br/>
William Nordholt</p>
<p class="caption">(<i>Sitting</i>)<br/>
Henry C. G. Schaeffer<br/>
Henry Hammel<br/>
John Schumacher</p>
</div>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="i_501" id="i_501"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i_501.jpg" width-obs="519" height-obs="432" alt="" /> <p class="caption">Turnverein-Germania Building, Spring Street</p> </div>
<p>Having had no fitting celebration of the Fourth of July for
years, a number of citizens in 1871 called a meeting to consider
the matter, and A. J. Johnston, L. Lichtenberger, W. H.
Perry, J. M. Griffith, John Wilson, O. W. Childs and myself
were appointed to make arrangements. A list of forty or
fifty leading merchants willing to close their places of business
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on Independence Day was drawn up; a program was easily
prepared; and the music, display of flags and bunting, and the
patriotic addresses awakened, after such a neglect of the
occasion, new and edifying emotions.</p>
<p>Slight regard was formerly paid by officers to the safety or
life of the Indian, who had a persistent weakness for alcohol;
and when citizens did attend to the removal of these inebriates,
they frequently looked to the Municipality for compensation.
For instance: at a meeting of the Common Council, in July,
Pete Wilson presented a bill of two dollars and a half "for the
removal of a nuisance," which nuisance, upon investigation,
was shown to have been a drunken squaw whom he had retired
from the street! The Council, after debating the momentous
question of reimbursement, finally reached a compromise by
which the City saved just—twenty-five cents.</p>
<p>Alexander Bell died on July 24th, after a residence of
twenty-nine years in Los Angeles.</p>
<p>Beginning with the seventies, attention was directed to
Santa Monica as a possible summer resort, but it was some
years before many people saw in the Bay and its immediate
environment the opportunities upon which thousands have
since seized. In the summer of 1871 less than twenty families,
the majority in tents, sojourned there among the sycamore
groves in the Cañon where J. M. Harned had a bar and "refreshment
parlor." The attractions of beach and surf, however,
were beginning to be appreciated, and so were the opportunities
for shooting—at Tell's and elsewhere; and on Sundays two or
three hundred excursionists frequently visited that neighborhood,
Reynolds, the liveryman, doing a thriving business carrying
people to the beach.</p>
<p>Speaking of this gradual awakening to the attractions of
Santa Monica, I recall that school children of the late sixties
held their picnics at the Cañon, going down on crowded stages
where the choicest seats were on the box; and that one of the
most popular drivers of that period was Tommy O'Campo.
He handled the reins with the dexterity of a Hank Monk,
and before sunrise Young America would go over to the corral,
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there to wait long and patiently in order to get an especially
desirable seat on Tommy's stage.</p>
<p>With the completion of the Los Angeles & San Pedro Railroad,
excursions to Catalina began to be in vogue; but as the
local population was small, considerable effort was needed sometimes
to secure enough patrons to make the trips pay. Thus
an excursion for Sunday, August 13th, was advertised by
the skipper of the steamer <i>Vaquero</i>, a couple of dollars for the
round trip being charged, with half price for children; but by
Saturday morning the requisite number of subscribers had not
been obtained, and the excursion was called off.</p>
<p>Otto J. and Oswald F. Zahn, sons of Dr. Johann Carl
Zahn who came here about 1871, were carrier-pigeon fanciers
and established a service between Avalon and Los Angeles,
fastening their messages, written on tissue paper, by delicate
wire to the birds' legs. For some time the Catalina Pigeon
Messengers, as they were called, left Avalon late in the afternoon,
after the last steamer, bringing news that appeared in the
Los Angeles newspapers of the following morning. Usually
the birds took a good hour in crossing the channel; but on one
occasion, <i>Blue Jim</i>, the champion, covered the distance of
forty-eight miles in fifty minutes.</p>
<p>On the evening of August 23d, the announcement came
over the wires of Don Abel Stearns's death in San Francisco,
at five o'clock that afternoon, at the Grand Hotel. Late in
October, his body was brought to Los Angeles for final interment,
the tombstone having arrived from San Francisco a
week or two previously. Awesome indeed was the scene that
I witnessed when the ropes sustaining the eight hundred pound
metallic casket snapped, pitching the coffin and its grim contents
into the grave. I shall never forget the unearthly shriek
of Doña Arcadia, as well as the accident itself.</p>
<p>With the wane of summer, we received the startling news
of the death, through Indians, of Frederick Loring, the young
journalist and author well known in Los Angeles, who was
with the United States Exploring Expedition to Arizona as a
correspondent of <i>Appleton's Journal</i>. "Bootless, coatless and
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everything but lifeless," as he put it, he had just escaped
perishing in Death Valley, when the stage party was attacked
by Apaches, and Loring and four other passengers were
killed.</p>
<p>In September, during Captain George J. Clarke's administration
as Postmaster, foreign money-orders began to be issued
here for the first time, payable only in Great Britain and Ireland,
twenty-five cents being charged for sending ten dollars
or less; and shortly afterward, international money-orders
were issued for Germany and some other Continental countries.
Then five or six hundred letters for Los Angeles County were
looked upon as rather a large dispatch by one steamer from
San Francisco and the North; and the canceling of from
twelve to fifteen dollars' worth of stamps a day was regarded
as "big business."</p>
<p>Vincent Collyer—the Peace Commissioner sent out with
General O. O. Howard by the Government in 1868—who
eventually made himself most unpopular in Arizona by
pleading the cause of the scalping Apaches in the fall of
1871, put up at the Pico House; when public feeling led
one newspaper to suggest that if the citizens wished "to see a
<i>monster</i>," they had "only to stand before the hotel and watch
Collyer pass to and fro!"</p>
<p>In the fall, tidings of Chicago's awful calamity by fire
reached Los Angeles, but strange to say, no public action was
taken until the editor of the Los Angeles <i>News</i>, on October
12th, gave vent to his feelings in the following editorial:</p>
<div class="blockquot">
<p>Three days ago the press of this City called upon the
public generally to meet at a stated hour last evening, at the
County Courtroom, to do something towards alleviating
the sufferings of the destitute thousands in Chicago. The calamity
which has overtaken that unfortunate City has aroused the
sympathy of the world, and the heart and pulse of civilized
humanity voluntarily respond, extending assistance in deeds
as well as in words. From all parts of the globe, where the
name of Chicago is known, liberal donations flow into a common
treasury. We had hoped to be able to add the name of Los
Angeles among the list, as having done its duty. But in whatever
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else she may excel, her charity is a dishonorable exception.
Her bowels are absolute strangers to sympathy, when called
upon to practically demonstrate it. At the place of meeting,
instead of seeing the multitude, we were astonished to find but
three persons, viz: Governor Downey, John Jones, and a
gentleman from Riverside, who is on a visit here. Anything
more disgraceful than this apathy on the part of her inhabitants
she could not have been guilty of. For her selfishness, she
justly deserves the fearful fate that has befallen the helpless
one that now lies stricken in the dust. Let her bow down her
head in shame. Chicago, our response to your appeal is,
<i>Starve</i>! <i>What do we care?</i></p>
</div>
<p>This candid rebuke was not without effect; a committee
was immediately formed to solicit contributions from the
general public, and within an hour a tidy sum had been raised.
By October 18th the fund had reached over two thousand
dollars, exclusive of two hundred and fifty dollars given by the
Hebrew Benevolent Society and still another hundred dollars
raised by the Jewish ladies.</p>
<p>About the twenty-first of October a "war" broke out near
Nigger Alley between two rival factions of the Chinese on account
of the forcible carrying off of one of the companies' female
members, and the steamer <i>California</i> soon brought a batch of
Chinamen from San Francisco, sent down, it was claimed, to
help wreak vengeance on the abductors. On Monday, October
23d some of the contestants were arrested, brought before
Justice Gray and released on bail. It was expected that this
would end the trouble; but at five o'clock the next day the
factional strife broke loose again, and officers, accompanied by
citizens, rushed to the place to attempt an arrest. The Chinese
resisted and Officer Jesus Bilderrain was shot in the right
shoulder and wrist, while his fifteen-year-old brother received
a ball in the right leg. Robert Thompson, a citizen who
sprang to Bilderrain's assistance, was met by a Chinaman
with two revolvers and shot to death. Other shots from Chinese
barricaded behind some iron shutters wounded a number
of bystanders.</p>
<p>News of the attacks and counter-attacks spread like wildfire,
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and a mob of a thousand or more frenzied beyond control,
armed with pistols, guns, knives and ropes, and determined to
avenge Thompson's murder, assembled in the neighborhood of
the disturbance. While this solid phalanx was being formed
around Nigger Alley, a Chinaman, waving a hatchet, was seen
trying to escape across Los Angeles Street; and Romo Sortorel,
at the expense of some ugly cuts on the hand, captured him.
Emil Harris then rescued the Mongolian; but a detachment of
the crowd, yelling "Hang him! shoot him!" overpowered Harris
at Temple and Spring streets, and dragged the trembling wretch
up Temple to New High street, where the familiar framework
of the corral gates suggested its use as a gallows. With the
first suspension, the rope broke; but the second attempt to
hang the prisoner was successful. Other Chinamen, whose
roofs had been smashed in, were rushed down Los Angeles
Street to the south side of Commercial, and there, near Goller's
wagon shop, between wagons stood on end, were hung.
Alarmed for the safety of their cook, Sing Ty, the Juan Lanfrancos
hid the Mongolian for a week, until the excitement
had subsided.</p>
<p>Henry T. Hazard was lolling comfortably in a shaving
saloon, under the luxurious lather of the barber, when he heard
of the riot; and arriving on the scene, he mounted a barrel and
attempted to remonstrate with the crowd. Some friends
soon pulled him down, warning him that he might be shot. A.
J. King was at supper when word was brought to him that
Chinese were slaughtering white people, and he responded by
seizing his rifle and two revolvers. In trying one of the
latter, however, it was prematurely discharged, taking the
tip off a finger and putting him <i>hors de combat</i>. Sheriff Burns
could not reach the scene until an hour after the row started
and many Chinamen had already taken their celestial flight.
When he arrived, he called for a <i>posse comitatus</i> to assist him
in handling the situation; but no one responded. He also
demanded from the leader of the mob and others that they
disperse; but with the same negative result. About that time,
a party of rioters started with a Chinaman up Commercial
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Street to Main, evidently bent on hanging him to the Tomlinson
& Griffith gate; and when Burns promised to attempt a
rescue if he had but two volunteers, Judge R. M. Widney and
James Goldsworthy responded and the Chinaman was taken
from his tormentors and lodged in jail. Besides Judge Widney,
Cameron E. Thom and H. C. Austin displayed great courage in
facing the mob, which was made up of the scum and dregs of
the city; and Sheriff Burns is also entitled to much credit for
his part in preventing the burning of the Chinese quarters.
All the efforts of the better element, however, did not prevent
one of the most disgraceful of all disturbances which had occurred
since my arrival in Los Angeles. On October 25th,
when Coroner Joseph Kurtz impanelled his jury, nineteen
bodies of Chinamen alone were in evidence and the verdict
was: "Death through strangulation by persons unknown to
the jury." Emil Harris's testimony at the inquest, that but
one of the twenty-two or more victims deserved his fate,
about hits the mark and confirms the opinion that the slight
punishment to half a dozen of the conspirators was very
inadequate.</p>
<p>At the time of the massacre, I heard a shot just as I was
about to leave my office, and learned that it had been fired from
that part of Chinatown facing Los Angeles Street; and I soon
ascertained that it had ended Thompson's life. Anticipating
no further trouble, however, I went home to dinner. When
I returned to town, news of the riot had spread, and with my
neighbors, Cameron E. Thom and John G. Downey, I hurried
to the scene. It was then that I became an eye-witness to the
heroic, if somewhat comical parts played by Thom and Burns.
The former, having climbed to the top of a box, harangued
the crowd, while the Sheriff, who had succeeded in mounting a
barrel, was also addressing the tumultuous rabble in an effort
to restore order. Unfortunately, this receptacle had been coopered
to serve as a container, not as a rostrum; and the head of
the cask under the pressure of two hundred pounds or more of
official avoirdupois suddenly collapsed and our Worthy Guardian
of the Peace dropped, with accelerated speed, clear through
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to the ground, and quite unintentionally, for the moment at
least, turned grim tragedy into grotesque comedy.</p>
<p>Following this massacre, the Chinese Government made
such a vigorous protest to the United States that the Washington
authorities finally paid a large indemnity. During these
negotiations, Chinese throughout the country held lamentation
services for the Los Angeles victims; and on August 2d, 1872,
four Chinese priests came from San Francisco to conduct the
ceremonies.</p>
<p>In 1870, F. P. F. Temple, who had seen constructed two
sections of the building now known as Temple Block, made the
fatal blunder of accepting the friendly advice that led him to
erect the third section at the junction of Spring and Main streets,
and to establish therein a bank under the name of Temple &
Workman. The building, costing in the neighborhood of one
hundred and fifty thousand dollars, was all that could have
been desired, proving by long odds the most ornamental
edifice in the city; and when, on November 23d, 1871, the bank
was opened in its comfortable quarters on the Spring Street
side of the block, nothing seemed wanting to success. The
furnishings were elaborate, one feature of the office outfit being
a very handsome counter of native cedar, a decided advance in
decoration over the primitive bare or painted wood then common
here. Neither Temple, who had sold his fine ranch near
Fort Tejón to embark in the enterprise, nor Workman had had
any practical experience in either finance or commerce; and
to make matters worse, Workman, being at that time a very
old man, left the entire management to his son-in-law, Temple,
in whom he had full confidence. It soon became evident that
anybody could borrow money with or without proper security,
and unscrupulous people hastened to take advantage of the
situation. In due season I shall tell what happened to this
bank.</p>
<p>In the preceding spring when the Coast-line stage companies
were still the only rivals to the steamers, a movement favoring
an opposition boat was started, and by June leading shippers
were discussing the advisability of even purchasing a competitive
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steamer; all the vessels up to that time having been owned
by companies or individuals with headquarters in the Northern
metropolis. Matthew Keller was then in San Francisco;
and having been led to believe that a company could be
financed, books were opened for subscriptions in Los Angeles,
Santa Bárbara, San Luis Obispo and elsewhere. For lack of
the necessary support, this plan was abandoned; but late in
July a meeting was held in the Bella Union to further consider
the matter. Among those present was George Wright, long
engaged in coast shipping; and he proposed to sell the control
of the <i>Olympia</i>.</p>
<p>H. Newmark & Company being considerably interested in
the movement, declared themselves ready to coöperate in
improving the situation; for which reason great surprise was
expressed when, in December, 1871, B. L. Peel, the commission
merchant, made an attack on us, openly charging that, although
"the largest shippers in the city," we had revoked our pledge
to sustain the opposition to high freight rates, and so had contributed
toward defeating the enterprise! It is true that we
finally discouraged the movement, but for a good and sufficient
reason: Wright was in the steamship business for anything
but his health. His method was to put on a tramp steamer
and then cut passenger and freight rates ridiculously low,
until the regular line would buy him out; a project which, on
former occasions, had caused serious disturbances to business.
When therefore Wright made this offer, in 1871, H. Newmark
& Company forthwith refused to participate. I shall show
that, when greater necessity required it, we took the lead in
a movement against the Southern Pacific which, for lack of
loyalty on the part of many of the other shippers, met not
only with disastrous failure but considerable pecuniary loss to
ourselves.</p>
<p>On December 18th, 1871, Judge Murray Morrison died.
Three days later, his wife, Jennie, whom we knew as the attractive
daughter of Dr. Thomas J. White, also breathed her last.
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