THOSE who were to be the principal writers of San Francisco of the sixties were but youngsters when Marshall found gold in the tail-race of the mill at Coloma. The oldest, Prentice Mulford, was fourteen. He was just finishing his schooling in Sag Harbor, Long Island, and was planning to become the captain of a whaling vessel. In Hannibal, Missouri, thirteen-year-old Sam Clemens was already working at a trade as printer's devil on the Missouri Courier, for his father's death had brought an end to schooling as well as to his adventures as Tom Sawyer. Francis Brett Harte, one year Clemens's junior, was a sensitive, sickly schoolboy when gold was discovered. He was about to go to work in a lawyer's office to help a resourceful mother. But he lived in New York rather than beside the Mississippi, and, as "a dreamy lad thirsting for information concerning the world," sought this world in books, reading Shakespeare at six and publishing a poem on Autumn Musings at eleven. Never a Tom Sawyer, he longed to be a Robinson Crusoe.
Joaquin Miller, christened Cincinnatus Hiner Miller, probably eleven years old at this time, was moving from cabin to cabin with his parents as they drifted through the Miami Res-