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Three Years in California by John D. Borthwick (1857)(LoC) (423 pages)
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Page: of 423
186 A THREE-DECKER.
The supper at the Hétel de Paris was the best-gotup thing of the kind I had sat down to for some
months. We began with soup—rather flimsy stuff,
but pretty good—then bouilli, followed by filet-deboeuf, with cabbage, carrots, turnips, and onions ;
after that came what the landlord called a “ god-dam
rosbif,” with green pease, and the whole wound up
with a salad of raw cabbage, a cup of good coffee,
and cognac. I did impartial justice to every department, and rose from table powerfully refreshed.
. The company were nearly all French miners, among
i whom was a young Frenchman whom I had known in
. San Francisco, and whom I hardly recognised in his
miner’s costume.
We passed the evening together in some of the
. gambling rooms, where we heard pretty good music ;
and as there were no sleeping quarters to be had at
the house where I dined, I went to an American
hotel close to it. It was in the usual style of a
boarding-house in the mines, but it was a three. decker, All round the large sleeping-apartment were
three tiers of canvass shelves, partitioned into spaces
six feet long, on one of which I laid myself out,
i choosing the top tier in case of accidents.
i Next door was a large thin wooden building, in
which a theatrical company were performing. They
were playing Richard, and I could hear every word
as distinctly as if I had been in the stage-box. I
could even fancy I saw King Dick rolling his eyes
about like a man in a fit, when he shouted for “A