“I don’t see it, Parson. On this yere Pacific Coast gods is numerous—Chinee gods, Mormon gods, Injin gods, Christian gods, an’ the Bank o’ Californy!”—“The Californians,” by W. M. Fisher.
[83] A traveller passing through Dolores in Mexico was the witness of a marriage like that of Stephen Masterton: “Whilst stopping here I saw a smart-looking Yankee and a Spanish girl married by the priest, whose words were interpreted to the bridegroom as the ceremony proceeded. The lady was of rather dark complexion but extremely pretty; and although she knew scarcely a word of English, and the bridegroom knew still less of Spanish, it was evident from the eloquence of the glances which passed between them, that they were at no loss to make themselves understood.”—“Personal Adventures in Upper and Lower California,” W. R. Ryan.
[84] Mrs. Kemble, on the other hand, as the Reader may remember, described him as “tall.” His real height, already mentioned, was five feet, eight inches.
[85] W. D. Howells, “Literary Friends and Acquaintance.”
[86] See Pemberton’s “Life of Bret Harte,” page 228.
[87] My Friend the Tramp, written in 1872.
[88] Samuel Bowles, famous as Editor of the “Springfield Republican.”
[89] Pemberton’s “Life of Bret Harte,” page 133.
[90] Pemberton’s “Life of Bret Harte,” page 136.
[91] Pemberton’s “Life of Bret Harte,” pp. 137-142.