Year: 1877

To the young man with his hair parted in
the middle who is about to put his college
education and his sole lea ther tlunk on q
CaifoTnia-bound train we say-stop To
the cleysr artisan and the honest mechanic
who thinks he will fly from hard times in
the East, to imaginary work in the
Golden City," we also say-stop! To
the adventurous rustic who wishes to
leave hoeing the turnips Of some New York
farm to delve for gold in the mountains of
this land of the pioneers we emphatically
say-stay where you are. We would we
inhabited that early Elysium the Alta,
and such vague sheets say we do but we are
afraid we don't. From the bottom of our
hearts we should be glad to think there was
plenty and prosperity for every one who
seeks to settle among us-bnt all the same,
there isn't. We dc possess something of
the approach to an eternal summer and the
gigantic strawberries that the East is so
tired of hearing us brag about, but that is
al out all. Soothe to say, double-eagles do
not grow upon trees in Frisco, all the new
eager arrivals TO the contrary notwith-
standing. In plaiu English, the paper that
speaks of the magnificent opportunities
that this state presents to the newcomer,
lies; and lies in very gratuitous criminal
manner indeed. The unvarnishad truth is
that our labor market is stocked to over
flowing. and every fresh arriving train but
adds to the miserable multitude in our
midst that waits, suffers, staryes and fl
nally fights it's desperate way back East
again. Before the door of every employ
ment Office in this city to-day stands a hol
lom-cyed swarm that would sadden the
heart of a satyr. Men of brains and cul-
ture, good clerks, excellent accountants,
business men Of undeniable energy, me-
chanics of ability, walk the streets in de-
spair, and finally take those that lead to
the bay and the morgue. It is truly said
that San Franciso is California, and here
all the misery and sufferings Of those who
have journeyed from afar to grasp in mo-
notonous repetition the shivering mirage
Of fortune are seen. The writer of this
cannot remember one evening for how very
many that he has not been asked for to
buy meal or a bed, by men who would
sooner have died on the rack than to have
asked for aims in the light Of day. And
some of them do die on the rack-the rack
of disappointment and bitter misery. Ev-
cry train that leaves Oakland is crowded
with East-going emigrants, who seven
times repeat their unhappy story to the
West-coming addition to the army of real
martyrs that they have left behind them
there. Yet the real Aba and its ilk are
calmly singing the same old siren song,
and still this over-crowded, over-traded
and financially prestrated community is
held up with fatal precision as the proper
Mecca of the American youth.


We beg the journals in the East that SO
frequently copy the Mail, to copy this arti-
Gle above all others. We ask the truth and
the whole truth be told there simple du-
ty to humanity. In the name of the dis
tress we see around us and are powerless
to relieve, in the name of the interminable
list of suicides that fill our paper, we sol
emnly warn intended emigrants of all classes
that we are are overstocked in all kinds of
labor, and will be for the next four or five
years. Though his ticket be purchased and
trnnk packed, we would say to the Eastern
man looking hither for employment-Go
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