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	"''If an apprentice knew his way about in Frisco he could do a good deal with a dollar in those days. Down on Third Street was a little eating-house where for fifteen cents you could get soup, fish, meat and a slice of pie. A feed every night of the week and ten cents left over! It was not a very high-class eating-house, of course. Cockroaches crawled over the floor, walls and tables. But then cockroaches crawled about the half-decks, too! ''		<blockquote>"''If an apprentice knew his way about in Frisco he could do a good deal with a dollar in those days. Down on Third Street was a little eating-house where for fifteen cents you could get soup, fish, meat and a slice of pie. A feed every night of the week and ten cents left over! It was not a very high-class eating-house, of course. Cockroaches crawled over the floor, walls and tables. But then cockroaches crawled about the half-decks, too! ''</blockquote>

	Then, too, there was that place that every apprentice who was ever in Frisco will remember: "Clark's bakery on Kearny Street. You'd see dozens of apprentices there of a Saturday night, for ten cents would buy you a big cup of first-rate coffee and a whopping big doughnut, cream puff, slice of pie, or snail. Put down your dime, go to the long counter and help yourself. But Clark's burned up in the big fire after the earthquake, and Kearny Street is altogether different today ..."		Then, too, there was that place that every apprentice who was ever in Frisco will remember:
			<blockquote>"Clark's bakery on Kearny Street. You'd see dozens of apprentices there of a Saturday night, for ten cents would buy you a big cup of first-rate coffee and a whopping big doughnut, cream puff, slice of pie, or snail. Put down your dime, go to the long counter and help yourself. But Clark's burned up in the big fire after the earthquake, and Kearny Street is altogether different today ..."</blockquote>

	Anecdotal moments like these are a whiff of the familiar: eating, drinking, smelling salt air or fetid ~~garbage -- they~~ come across as pretty much the same in the past as today. For a moment, it's as if we experience an instant of history directly. That "as if" is of course deceptive; historians labor long and faithful hours to avoid reliance on the merely anecdotal in its apparent, but not always transparent, context.		[[Image:Abernyte 44c Bark-rigged sailing ship moored at foot of Telegraph Hill. Lombard Warehouse and North Point Warehouse in background. c1900 wnp71.2387.jpg\|800px]]

			'''The ''Abernyte,'' a bark-rigged sailing ship moored at the foot of Telegraph Hill, c.1900.'''

			''Photo: OpenSFHistory.org wnp71.2387''

			Anecdotal moments like these are a whiff of the familiar: eating, drinking, smelling salt air or fetid garbage—they come across as pretty much the same in the past as today. For a moment, it's as if we experience an instant of history directly. That "as if" is of course deceptive; historians labor long and faithful hours to avoid reliance on the merely anecdotal in its apparent, but not always transparent, context.

	Sometimes there's no choice: much of the waterfront's past is revealed only in anecdotes, or more broadly, anecdotal sources, by which I mean accounts that make a particular moment vivid by telling a funny story (or an outrageous or a grotesque one), or revealing an evocative detail, or indulging in an emotional outburst. One afternoon in the 1890s, Hiram Bailey and his friend Ben (neither one a sailor) went into a dive down on the waterfront:		Sometimes there's no choice: much of the waterfront's past is revealed only in anecdotes, or more broadly, anecdotal sources, by which I mean accounts that make a particular moment vivid by telling a funny story (or an outrageous or a grotesque one), or revealing an evocative detail, or indulging in an emotional outburst. One afternoon in the 1890s, Hiram Bailey and his friend Ben (neither one a sailor) went into a dive down on the waterfront:

	''Looking round we found ourselves in a rather coarse, and certainly common Battery Point saloon, kept by one Calico Jim, a Chilean as I subsequently learned. (This same gentleman some years later shanghaied six San Francisco policemen sent to arrest him; and was eventually relentlessly followed and shot dead by one of them on the streets of Callao in Chile, South America.) ''		<blockquote>''Looking round we found ourselves in a rather coarse, and certainly common Battery Point saloon, kept by one Calico Jim, a Chilean as I subsequently learned. (This same gentleman some years later shanghaied six San Francisco policemen sent to arrest him; and was eventually relentlessly followed and shot dead by one of them on the streets of Callao in Chile, South America.) ''

	''We were about to return outside, not liking the general atmosphere of the place, when a tallish, high-cheeked, square-jawed adder-eyed, raw type of man arrested us with his silvery-toned voice:''		''We were about to return outside, not liking the general atmosphere of the place, when a tallish, high-cheeked, square-jawed adder-eyed, raw type of man arrested us with his silvery-toned voice:''

	''Say, yoo two, ef yer want a lonesome conversassy, jest vamoos inter thet er room there. (He indicated a door at the opposite end.) Yooll sure be all possum in there . . . out of the bar-room heat and thet. . . . Jest ring fur yer poisons.''		<blockquote>''Say, yoo two, ef yer want a lonesome conversassy, jest vamoos inter thet er room there. (He indicated a door at the opposite end.) Yooll sure be all possum in there . . . out of the bar-room heat and thet. . . . Jest ring fur yer poisons.''</blockquote>

	''We sat down in that chair-spangled fatal room. Really it proved refreshingly cool; and through the window overlooking the harbour I noticed in the fading evening light several large and graceful sailing-ships: some deeply laden and at rest as if cut in cameo, whilst others, quite light, with their yards already cock-billed, were evidently preparing to proceed immediately up the Sacramento River to Crocket or Port Costa to obtain their grain cargoes for Europe.'' (Bailey 1934)		''We sat down in that chair-spangled fatal room. Really it proved refreshingly cool; and through the window overlooking the harbour I noticed in the fading evening light several large and graceful sailing-ships: some deeply laden and at rest as if cut in cameo, whilst others, quite light, with their yards already cock-billed, were evidently preparing to proceed immediately up the Sacramento River to Crocket or Port Costa to obtain their grain cargoes for Europe.'' (Bailey 1934)</blockquote>

	Did someone really dupe (or dope) six cops, all at once, put them on a ship, and get away with it? Was the man who spoke to Bailey really high-cheeked, square-jawed, ''and'' adder-eyed? A rich vein of unreliable history is mined by guys sitting around getting drunk, telling each other ~~lies -- which~~, however, are slathered onto a base of truth. Calico Jim figures in [[Shanghaiing \| shanghaiing]] lore, and though his authenticity is disputed, his profession was real: he was a crimp, one who made a living by delivering ~~men -- via~~ persuasion, trickery, or ~~force--to~~ sailing ships in need of crew.		Did someone really dupe (or dope) six cops, all at once, put them on a ship, and get away with it? Was the man who spoke to Bailey really high-cheeked, square-jawed, ''and'' adder-eyed? A rich vein of unreliable history is mined by guys sitting around getting drunk, telling each other lies—which, however, are slathered onto a base of truth. Calico Jim figures in [[Shanghaiing \| shanghaiing]] lore, and though his authenticity is disputed, his profession was real: he was a crimp, one who made a living by delivering men—via persuasion, trickery, or force—to sailing ships in need of crew.

	-- ''~~Georgia Smith,~~ from "About That Blood in the Scuppers" in'' Reclaiming San Francisco: History, Politics and Culture ''(San Francisco, City Lights Books, 1998)''		''from "About That Blood in the Scuppers" in'' Reclaiming San Francisco: History, Politics and Culture '' (San Francisco, City Lights Books, 1998)''

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	''Looking round we found ourselves in a rather coarse, and certainly common Battery Point saloon, kept by one Calico Jim, a Chilean as I subsequently learned. (This same gentleman some years later shanghaied six San Francisco policemen sent to arrest him; and was eventually relentlessly followed and shot dead by one of them on the streets of Callao in Chile, South America.) ''		''Looking round we found ourselves in a rather coarse, and certainly common Battery Point saloon, kept by one Calico Jim, a Chilean as I subsequently learned. (This same gentleman some years later shanghaied six San Francisco policemen sent to arrest him; and was eventually relentlessly followed and shot dead by one of them on the streets of Callao in Chile, South America.) ''

	We were about to return outside, not liking the general atmosphere of the place, when a tallish, high-cheeked, square-jawed adder-eyed, raw type of man arrested us with his silvery-toned voice		''We were about to return outside, not liking the general atmosphere of the place, when a tallish, high-cheeked, square-jawed adder-eyed, raw type of man arrested us with his silvery-toned voice:''

	''Say, yoo two, ef yer want a lonesome conversassy, jest vamoos inter thet er room there. (He indicated a door at the opposite end.) Yooll sure be all possum in there . . . out of the bar-room heat and thet. . . . Jest ring fur yer poisons.''		''Say, yoo two, ef yer want a lonesome conversassy, jest vamoos inter thet er room there. (He indicated a door at the opposite end.) Yooll sure be all possum in there . . . out of the bar-room heat and thet. . . . Jest ring fur yer poisons.''

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	Sometimes there's no choice: much of the waterfront's past is revealed only in anecdotes, or more broadly, anecdotal sources, by which I mean accounts that make a particular moment vivid by telling a funny story (or an outrageous or a grotesque one), or revealing an evocative detail, or indulging in an emotional outburst. One afternoon in the 1890s, Hiram Bailey and his friend Ben (neither one a sailor) went into a dive down on the waterfront:		Sometimes there's no choice: much of the waterfront's past is revealed only in anecdotes, or more broadly, anecdotal sources, by which I mean accounts that make a particular moment vivid by telling a funny story (or an outrageous or a grotesque one), or revealing an evocative detail, or indulging in an emotional outburst. One afternoon in the 1890s, Hiram Bailey and his friend Ben (neither one a sailor) went into a dive down on the waterfront:

	''~~Looking~~ round we found ourselves in a rather coarse, and certainly common Battery Point saloon, kept by one Calico Jim, a Chilean as I subsequently learned. (This same gentleman some years later shanghaied six San Francisco policemen sent to arrest him; and was eventually relentlessly followed and shot dead by one of them on the streets of Callao in Chile, South America.) ''		''Looking round we found ourselves in a rather coarse, and certainly common Battery Point saloon, kept by one Calico Jim, a Chilean as I subsequently learned. (This same gentleman some years later shanghaied six San Francisco policemen sent to arrest him; and was eventually relentlessly followed and shot dead by one of them on the streets of Callao in Chile, South America.) ''

	We were about to return outside, not liking the general atmosphere of the place, when a tallish, high-cheeked, square-jawed adder-eyed, raw type of man arrested us with his silvery-toned voice		We were about to return outside, not liking the general atmosphere of the place, when a tallish, high-cheeked, square-jawed adder-eyed, raw type of man arrested us with his silvery-toned voice

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			'''<font face = Papyrus> <font color = maroon> <font size = 4>Historical Essay</font></font> </font>'''

			''by Georgia Smith''

	[[Image:Coulter-Arrived-All-Well.jpg]]		[[Image:Coulter-Arrived-All-Well.jpg]]

	'''W.A. Coulter's "Arrived All Well"'''		'''W.A. Coulter's "Arrived All Well"'''<br>''Photo: David Green''

	''Photo: David Green''

	Down on California Street, in San Francisco's financial district, stands the old stone eminence of the Merchants Exchange Building, a gray granite island among high-rises of glass and steel. The building went up in 1903, promptly went down in the 1906 quake, and was stubbornly put back up in 1909. In the original trading hall of the Chamber of Commerce's marine department, there is a specially commissioned mural depicting the source of all their confident prosperity: shipping, which made San Francisco possible.		Down on California Street, in San Francisco's financial district, stands the old stone eminence of the Merchants Exchange Building, a gray granite island among high-rises of glass and steel. The building went up in 1903, promptly went down in the 1906 quake, and was stubbornly put back up in 1909. In the original trading hall of the Chamber of Commerce's marine department, there is a specially commissioned mural depicting the source of all their confident prosperity: shipping, which made San Francisco possible.
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	[[Image:transit1$merchant-ship-in-sf-bay.jpg]]		[[Image:transit1$merchant-ship-in-sf-bay.jpg]]

	'''Merchant ship anchored in San Francisco Bay, c 1850s'''		'''Merchant ship anchored in San Francisco Bay, c 1850s'''<br>''Photo: San Francisco Maritime Museum''

	''Photo: San Francisco Maritime Museum''

	A sailor's view of pre-quake San Francisco was unique, and he paid for it in a different coin than today's Golden Gate Transit ferry customers, who traverse the postmodern maritime scene'' ''each morning. The sailor was part of an industrial work force, but his workplace, a square-rigged ship, was a singular object of great beauty, crafted and run with enormous skill. His official twelve-hour day was typical of the industrial revolution, but a ship needs manning on weekends, too; storms mock the time-clock; and the work itself is of a kind unrelated to any factory job, unpredictable, in locations exotic or hellish but in any case, remote.		A sailor's view of pre-quake San Francisco was unique, and he paid for it in a different coin than today's Golden Gate Transit ferry customers, who traverse the postmodern maritime scene'' ''each morning. The sailor was part of an industrial work force, but his workplace, a square-rigged ship, was a singular object of great beauty, crafted and run with enormous skill. His official twelve-hour day was typical of the industrial revolution, but a ship needs manning on weekends, too; storms mock the time-clock; and the work itself is of a kind unrelated to any factory job, unpredictable, in locations exotic or hellish but in any case, remote.
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	We were about to return outside, not liking the general atmosphere of the place, when a tallish, high-cheeked, square-jawed adder-eyed, raw type of man arrested us with his silvery-toned voice		We were about to return outside, not liking the general atmosphere of the place, when a tallish, high-cheeked, square-jawed adder-eyed, raw type of man arrested us with his silvery-toned voice

	''Say, yoo two, ef yer want a lonesome conversassy, jest vamoos inter thet er room there. (He indicated a door at the opposite end.) Yooll sure be all possum in there . . . out of the bar-room heat and thet. . . . Jest ring fur yer poisons.''		''Say, yoo two, ef yer want a lonesome conversassy, jest vamoos inter thet er room there. (He indicated a door at the opposite end.) Yooll sure be all possum in there . . . out of the bar-room heat and thet. . . . Jest ring fur yer poisons.''

	We sat down in that chair-spangled fatal room. Really it proved refreshingly cool; and through the window overlooking the harbour I noticed in the fading evening light several large and graceful sailing-ships: some deeply laden and at rest as if cut in cameo, whilst others, quite light, with their yards already cock-billed, were evidently preparing to proceed immediately up the Sacramento River to Crocket or Port Costa to obtain their grain cargoes for Europe. (Bailey 1934)		''We sat down in that chair-spangled fatal room. Really it proved refreshingly cool; and through the window overlooking the harbour I noticed in the fading evening light several large and graceful sailing-ships: some deeply laden and at rest as if cut in cameo, whilst others, quite light, with their yards already cock-billed, were evidently preparing to proceed immediately up the Sacramento River to Crocket or Port Costa to obtain their grain cargoes for Europe.'' (Bailey 1934)

	Did someone really dupe (or dope) six cops, all at once, put them on a ship, and get away with it? Was the man who spoke to Bailey really high-cheeked, square-jawed, ''and'' adder-eyed? A rich vein of unreliable history is mined by guys sitting around getting drunk, telling each other lies -- which, however, are slathered onto a base of truth. Calico Jim figures in [[Shanghaiing \| shanghaiing]] lore, and though his authenticity is disputed, his profession was real: he was a crimp, one who made a living by delivering men -- via persuasion, trickery, or force--to sailing ships in need of crew.		Did someone really dupe (or dope) six cops, all at once, put them on a ship, and get away with it? Was the man who spoke to Bailey really high-cheeked, square-jawed, ''and'' adder-eyed? A rich vein of unreliable history is mined by guys sitting around getting drunk, telling each other lies -- which, however, are slathered onto a base of truth. Calico Jim figures in [[Shanghaiing \| shanghaiing]] lore, and though his authenticity is disputed, his profession was real: he was a crimp, one who made a living by delivering men -- via persuasion, trickery, or force--to sailing ships in need of crew.
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	[[A VISIT TO THE BAY AREA IN 1835 ~~From Richard H. Dana's Two Years Before The Mast~~ \|Prev. Document]] [[MUNI History I: The Gilded Age--Entrepreneurial Development, Competition and Consolidation \|Next Document]]		[[A VISIT TO THE BAY AREA IN 1835 \|Prev. Document]] [[MUNI History I: The Gilded Age--Entrepreneurial Development, Competition and Consolidation \|Next Document]]

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	'''W.A. Coulter's "Arrived All Well"'''		'''W.A. Coulter's "Arrived All Well"'''

			''Photo: David Green''

	Down on California Street, in San Francisco's financial district, stands the old stone eminence of the Merchants Exchange Building, a gray granite island among high-rises of glass and steel. The building went up in 1903, promptly went down in the 1906 quake, and was stubbornly put back up in 1909. In the original trading hall of the Chamber of Commerce's marine department, there is a specially commissioned mural depicting the source of all their confident prosperity: shipping, which made San Francisco possible.		Down on California Street, in San Francisco's financial district, stands the old stone eminence of the Merchants Exchange Building, a gray granite island among high-rises of glass and steel. The building went up in 1903, promptly went down in the 1906 quake, and was stubbornly put back up in 1909. In the original trading hall of the Chamber of Commerce's marine department, there is a specially commissioned mural depicting the source of all their confident prosperity: shipping, which made San Francisco possible.
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	[[A VISIT TO THE BAY AREA IN 1835 From Richard H. Dana's Two Years Before The Mast \|Prev. Document]] [[MUNI History I: The Gilded Age--Entrepreneurial Development, Competition and Consolidation \|Next Document]]		[[A VISIT TO THE BAY AREA IN 1835 From Richard H. Dana's Two Years Before The Mast \|Prev. Document]] [[MUNI History I: The Gilded Age--Entrepreneurial Development, Competition and Consolidation \|Next Document]]

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-A sailor's view of pre-quake San Francisco was unique, and he paid for it in a different coin than today's Golden Gate Transit ferry customers, who traverse the postmodern maritime scene'' ''each morning. The sailor was part of an industrial work force, but his workplace, a square-rigged ship, was a singular object of great beauty, crafted and run with enormous skill. His official twelve-hour day was typical of the industrial revolution, but a ship needs manning on weekends, too; storms mock the time-clock; and the work itself is of a kind unrelated to any factory job, unpredictable, in locations exotic or hellish but in any case, remote. . .
+A sailor's view of pre-quake San Francisco was unique, and he paid for it in a different coin than today's Golden Gate Transit ferry customers, who traverse the postmodern maritime scene'' ''each morning. The sailor was part of an industrial work force, but his workplace, a square-rigged ship, was a singular object of great beauty, crafted and run with enormous skill. His official twelve-hour day was typical of the industrial revolution, but a ship needs manning on weekends, too; storms mock the time-clock; and the work itself is of a kind unrelated to any factory job, unpredictable, in locations exotic or hellish but in any case, remote.
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	Merchant ship anchored in San Francisco Bay, c 1850s		'''Merchant ship anchored in San Francisco Bay, c 1850s'''

			''Photo: San Francisco Maritime Museum''

	A sailor's view of pre-quake San Francisco was unique, and he paid for it in a different coin than today's Golden Gate Transit ferry customers, who traverse the postmodern maritime scene'' ''each morning. The sailor was part of an industrial work force, but his workplace, a square-rigged ship, was a singular object of great beauty, crafted and run with enormous skill. His official twelve-hour day was typical of the industrial revolution, but a ship needs manning on weekends, too; storms mock the time-clock; and the work itself is of a kind unrelated to any factory job, unpredictable, in locations exotic or hellish but in any case, remote. . .		A sailor's view of pre-quake San Francisco was unique, and he paid for it in a different coin than today's Golden Gate Transit ferry customers, who traverse the postmodern maritime scene'' ''each morning. The sailor was part of an industrial work force, but his workplace, a square-rigged ship, was a singular object of great beauty, crafted and run with enormous skill. His official twelve-hour day was typical of the industrial revolution, but a ship needs manning on weekends, too; storms mock the time-clock; and the work itself is of a kind unrelated to any factory job, unpredictable, in locations exotic or hellish but in any case, remote. . .
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	"''If an apprentice knew his way about in Frisco he could do a good deal with a dollar in those days. Down on Third Street was a little eating-house where for fifteen cents you could get soup, fish, meat and a slice of pie. A feed every night of the week and ten cents left over! It was not a very high-class eating-house, of course. Cockroaches crawled over the floor, walls and tables. But then cockroaches crawled about the half-decks, too! ''		"''If an apprentice knew his way about in Frisco he could do a good deal with a dollar in those days. Down on Third Street was a little eating-house where for fifteen cents you could get soup, fish, meat and a slice of pie. A feed every night of the week and ten cents left over! It was not a very high-class eating-house, of course. Cockroaches crawled over the floor, walls and tables. But then cockroaches crawled about the half-decks, too! ''

	Then, too, there was that place that every apprentice who was ever in Frisco will remember: Clark's bakery on Kearny Street. You'd see dozens of apprentices there of a Saturday night, for ten cents would buy you a big cup of first-rate coffee and a whopping big doughnut, cream puff, slice of pie, or snail. Put down your dime, go to the long counter and help yourself. But Clark's burned up in the big fire after the earthquake, and Kearny Street is altogether different today ..."		Then, too, there was that place that every apprentice who was ever in Frisco will remember: "Clark's bakery on Kearny Street. You'd see dozens of apprentices there of a Saturday night, for ten cents would buy you a big cup of first-rate coffee and a whopping big doughnut, cream puff, slice of pie, or snail. Put down your dime, go to the long counter and help yourself. But Clark's burned up in the big fire after the earthquake, and Kearny Street is altogether different today ..."

	Anecdotal moments like these are a whiff of the familiar: eating, drinking, smelling salt air or fetid garbage -- they come across as pretty much the same in the past as today. For a moment, it's as if we experience an instant of history directly. That "as if" is of course deceptive; historians labor long and faithful hours to avoid reliance on the merely anecdotal in its apparent, but not always transparent, context.		Anecdotal moments like these are a whiff of the familiar: eating, drinking, smelling salt air or fetid garbage -- they come across as pretty much the same in the past as today. For a moment, it's as if we experience an instant of history directly. That "as if" is of course deceptive; historians labor long and faithful hours to avoid reliance on the merely anecdotal in its apparent, but not always transparent, context.
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	We were about to return outside, not liking the general atmosphere of the place, when a tallish, high-cheeked, square-jawed adder-eyed, raw type of man arrested us with his silvery-toned voice		We were about to return outside, not liking the general atmosphere of the place, when a tallish, high-cheeked, square-jawed adder-eyed, raw type of man arrested us with his silvery-toned voice

	~~Say~~, yoo two, ef yer want a lonesome conversassy, jest vamoos inter thet er room there. (He indicated a door at the opposite end.) Yooll sure be all possum in there . . . out of the bar-room heat and thet. . . . Jest ring fur yer poisons.		''Say, yoo two, ef yer want a lonesome conversassy, jest vamoos inter thet er room there. (He indicated a door at the opposite end.) Yooll sure be all possum in there . . . out of the bar-room heat and thet. . . . Jest ring fur yer poisons.''

	We sat down in that chair-spangled fatal room. Really it proved refreshingly cool; and through the window overlooking the harbour I noticed in the fading evening light several large and graceful sailing-ships: some deeply laden and at rest as if cut in cameo, whilst others, quite light, with their yards already cock-billed, were evidently preparing to proceed immediately up the Sacramento River to Crocket or Port Costa to obtain their grain cargoes for Europe. (Bailey 1934)		We sat down in that chair-spangled fatal room. Really it proved refreshingly cool; and through the window overlooking the harbour I noticed in the fading evening light several large and graceful sailing-ships: some deeply laden and at rest as if cut in cameo, whilst others, quite light, with their yards already cock-billed, were evidently preparing to proceed immediately up the Sacramento River to Crocket or Port Costa to obtain their grain cargoes for Europe. (Bailey 1934)
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	-- ''Georgia Smith, from "About That Blood in the Scuppers" in'' Reclaiming San Francisco: History, Politics and Culture ''(San Francisco, City Lights Books, 1998)''		-- ''Georgia Smith, from "About That Blood in the Scuppers" in'' Reclaiming San Francisco: History, Politics and Culture ''(San Francisco, City Lights Books, 1998)''

	~~Contributors to this page include:~~

	~~''San Francisco Maritime Museum - Publisher or Photographer ''~~

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	~~Smith~~,~~Georgia - Writer~~		[[A VISIT TO THE BAY AREA IN 1835 From Richard H. Dana's Two Years Before The Mast \|Prev. Document]] [[MUNI History I: The Gilded Age--Entrepreneurial Development, Competition and Consolidation \|Next Document]]

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