Bully place for a nice quiet snooze--empty stage, sir!" THE MAN OF NO ACCOUNT His name was Fagg--David Fagg.

He came to California in '52 with us, in the SKYSCRAPER.

I don't think he did it in an adventurous way.

He probably had no other place to go to.

When a knot of us young fellows would recite what splendid opportunities we resigned to go, and how sorry our friends were to have us leave, and show daguerreotypes and locks of hair, and talk of Mary and Susan, the man of no account used to sit by and listen with a pained, mortified expression on his plain face, and say nothing.