"Did he win?" I asked excitedly.
"Well, I guess he did! Hands down. But a sheriff ain't no use when the laws won't stick. That's why we had to have the Vigilance Committees."
I arose. That was a long story and the afternoon was fast going. My companion took the hint. He extended his hand and grasped the old miner's heartily.
"I thank you," he said, "you have opened up a new epoch to me and I shall not soon forget you. I shall come again and the place will have lost much of its interest if you are not here."
"Oh, I'll be here," laughed the old fellow. "It's home to me."
Telegraph Hill
The Latin Quarter. The signal station of '49 and a view of the city as it was. The Golden Gate.
Telegraph Hill of Unique Fame
"Would you like to go up 'crazy owld, daisy owld Telegraft Hill'," I asked in a softened mood as we moved away. "There is just about time."
"Indeed I should," he answered. "Can we take in some of the other things you archaeologists were mentioning on the way? I don't want to miss anything."