The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1874-03-06

Recorder Hnckett's Adventures in Cali
IOrnia.

JOHN sCRANTON's HAT.
Recorder Haclsett's Adventures in Cali
IOTnia.
The other day l ran against Mr..
Charles Yeomans, an old Californi-
an, who is keeping a restaurant here.
After listening to his stories of early
days of San Francisco, l said;
"lIr. Yeomans, do you ever re-
member of meeting a man named
John K. Hackett, in San Francisco"
"John X. Hackett?" repeated Mr..
Yeomans. "Oh, yes, L recollect
Hackett, and George Barnard, and
George Wilkes, and George Butler,
and John Scranton of New Haven,
and that whole crowd. They were
mighty lively fellows, all Of them
Lem-me-see lin musing wayR Why,
Hackett is a Judge, OF something Of
that kind, in New York now. seen
a fellow about six months ago that
told me he made trst-rate Judge
so per cent. gold; 40 per cent. sill
yer, and 10 per cent. copper. Hack
ett was wonderful shot-wonderfull
I've seen him drive tacks in door
post at thirty feet and never miss q
tack. All the boys took off their
hats to him. He could shoot the
toes off fly. That was great
crowd-that crowd in California in
those days"
THE LITTLE PLACE ON THE BEACH.
Here Mr.. Yeomans showed up his
shirt sleeves, and mixed cocktail
for Major Gordon and Capt. Dinwid-
die of Camp Douglas. After the
cocktails had disappeared, he contin
ued:
elm those days, you see, used to
keep place just outside OF San Fran
cisco, called the Ocean House. l
had partner. His name was Barn
ard-not the judge. 1t was-lem-
me-see?-it must have been, yes it
was, in 1857. All the boys used to
ride out and see us, and the thing,
first and last, panned out good deal
of coin. 1t used to be a great place
for the high-toned sports to come out
and shoot pigeon-matches and eat
these big California shrimp, and play |
little draw, drink wine, and such
things"
THE SIX JOLLY FELLOWS.
Here Mr.. Yeomans showed UP his
shirt sleeves, and mixed a cocktail
for Major Wheeler and the Hon.
Sam. Merritt, ex-Delegate to Con-
gress from Idaho. After the cock
tails had disappeared, he continued:
"Well, the Ocean House used to be
q great place of resort for the boys.
They we're always playing practical
jokes on each other and having
good time generally. [ remember
one morning there was Cook u
the great marketmen, Ward
Eaton, and Ira Eaton in his saloon
having q high old time, laughing,
drinking, and a telling stories. Ira
Eaton had one of these fancy double
barrel shot guns under his arm, and
was Dragging about before night,
when who should come in but John
Hackett and John Scranton. You
oughter have knowed Scranton,
for he was one of the best fellows
that ever stcratched gravel"
JOHN scRANTON's HAT AND IRA EAToN's
GUN.
Here Mr.. Yoemans showed up his
sleeves and mixed cocktails for the
Hon. Oscar G. Sawyer, Mr.. Sloan,
the fve-wifed editor of the Salt Lake
and Major Howell, of Camp
Douglas. After the cocktails had
disappeared he continued;
Scranton had on a bran new
beaver hat. 1t was as glossy as
ebony. He had just given SIS for it,
got himself shaved and his clothes
brushed, and looked as neat as
quail. Hackett was as
handsome as q game rooster. The
irst thing l knew Ira Eaton stood
his shot gun up in the corner and
went out doors, saying that he would
be back in few minutes. After he
was gone Schenck looked at the gun
md said, "By George its loaded"
So Hacket and the rest Of them got
around and looked at the gun, and
sure enough she was loaded. Then
Ward Eaton said, f'Let's put up q
,old deck on Ira while he's gone
We can draw the charges from his
gun, and then bet him basket of
wine that he can't hit John Scran-
jon's hat at forty yards" The joke
jook immensely. Schenck drew the
charges out of the gun, and they all
stood around the bar chuckling and
Waiting for Ira to come back.
PUTTING UP THE JOB.
Here Mr.. Yeomans showed up his
shirt sleeves and mixed cocktail for
George A. Smith and Bishop Stein
louse After the cocktails had dis
he continued
"Well you see in about five min
ties Ira he came back. They all be- !
;an talking about the game he was
,oing to shoot. Hackett he stepped
Up to the corner and picked up Ira's !
run. He turned her over and then l
sked Ira what kind Of gun she was.
ra said she was q pretty shooter, that
le had used her half dozen times, '
nd that he didn't have any fault to !
md with her. What did you pay for l
ier? Hackett said, still turning her (!
yer. well, Ira says, she cost me l
hundred and seventy-fye dollars. 0
n this Hnckatt lnnnhad and hcctn1, I