
The Forty-Niners
A WILD-EYED man waving a bottle of gold dust raced down the main street of the tiny town of San Francisco, shouting as he ran: ‘‘Gold! Gold! Gold from the American River!’’ It was May 15, 1848, and soon there was madness in the air, madness that grew and grew as gold fever raged. One of those who lived through the insanity later recalled: ‘‘All went off to the mines, some On carts, some on horses, and some on crutches, and one went in a litter.’’ The Forty-Niners