"Call yourself Clifford, do you ?" said Boston, addressing a timid newcomer with infinite scorn; "hell is full of such Cliffords!" He then introduced the unfortunate man, whose name happened to be really Clifford, as "Jay-bird Charley"-- an unhallowed inspiration of the moment that clung to him ever after.
But to return to Tennessee's Partner, whom we never knew by any other than this relative title; that he had ever existed as a separate and distinct individuality we only learned later.

It seems that in 1853 he left Poker Flat to go to San Francisco, ostensibly to procure a wife.

He never got any farther than Stockton.

At that place he was attracted by a young person who waited upon the table at the hotel where he took his meals.

One morning he said something to her which caused her to smile not unkindly, to somewhat coquettishly break a plate of toast over his upturned, serious, simple face, and to retreat to the kitchen.