Part 21 (2/2)
A Monte Bank in the city of San Francisco, in the establishment y-cleped ”El Dorado”--partly drinking-house, for the rest devoted to gambling on the grandest scale. The two are carried on simultaneously, and in a large oblong saloon. The portion of it devoted to Bacchus is at the end farthest from the entrance-door; where the shrine of the jolly G.o.d is represented by a liquor-bar extending from side to side, and backed by an array of s.h.i.+ning bottles, glittering gla.s.ses, and sparkling decanters; his ”wors.h.i.+p” administered by half-a-dozen ”bartenders,”
resplendent in white s.h.i.+rts with wrist ruffles, and big diamond breast-pins--real, not paste!
The altar of Fortuna is altogether of a different shape and pattern, occupying more s.p.a.ce. It is not compact, but extended over the floor, in the form of five tables, large as if for billiards; though not one of them is of this kind. Billiards would be too slow a game for the frequenters of ”El Dorado.” These could not patiently wait for the scoring of fifty points, even though the stake were a thousand dollars.
”No, no! _Monte_ for me!” would be the word of every one of them; or a few might say ”_Faro_.” And of the five tables in the saloon, four are for the former game, the fifth furnished for the latter; though there is but little apparent difference in the furniture of the two; both having a simple cover of green baize, or broadcloth, with certain crossing lines traced upon it, that of the Faro table having the full suite of thirteen cards arranged in two rows, face upwards and fixed; while on the Monte tables but two cards appear thus--the Queen and Knave; or, as designated in the game--purely Spanish and Spanish-American--”Caballo”
and ”Sota.” They are essentially card games, and altogether of chance, just as is the casting of dice.
Other gambling contrivances have place in the ”El Dorado;” for it is a ”h.e.l.l” of the most complete kind; but these are of slight importance compared with the great games, Monte and Faro--the real _pieces de resistance_--while the others are only side-dishes, indulged in by such saunterers about the saloon as do not contemplate serious play. Of all, Monte is the main attraction, its convenient simplicity--for it is simple as ”heads or tails”--making it possible for the veriest greenhorn to take part in it, with as much likelihood of winning as the oldest _habitus_ of the h.e.l.l. Originally Mexican, in many of the western states it has become Americanised.
Of the visible insignia of the game, and in addition to the two cards with their faces turned up, there is a complete pack, with several stacks of circular-shaped and variously coloured pieces of ivory--the ”cheques” or counters of the game. These rest upon the table to the right or left of the dealer--usually the ”banker” himself--in charge of his ”croupier,” who pays them out, or draws them in, as the bank loses or wins, along with such coin as may have been staked upon the _albur_.
Around the table's edge, and in front of each player, is his own private pile, usually a mixture of doubloons, dollars, and ivory cheques, with bags or packets of gold-dust and nuggets. Of bank-notes there are few, or none--the currency of California being through the medium of metal; at this date, 1849, most of it unminted, and in its crude state, as it came out of the mine, or the river's mud. By the croupier's hand is a pair of scales with weights appertaining; their purpose being to ascertain the value of such little gold packages as are ”punted” upon the cards--this only needed to be known when the bank is loser.
Otherwise, they are ruthlessly raked in alongside the other deposits, without any note made of the amount.
The dealer sits centrally at the side of the table, in a grand chair, cards in hand. After shuffling, he turns their faces up, one by one, and with measured slowness. He interrupts himself at intervals as the face of a card is exposed, making a point for or against him in the game. Calling this out in calm voice and long-drawn monotone, he waits for the croupier to square accounts; which the latter does by drawing in, or pus.h.i.+ng out, the coins and cheques, with the nimbleness of a presti-digitateur. Old bets are rearranged, new ones made, and the dealing proceeds.
Around the tables sit, or stand, the players, exhibiting a variety of facial types, and national costumes. For there you may see not only human specimens of every known nationality, but of every rank in the social scale, with the callings and professions that appertain to it; an a.s.semblage such as is rarely, if ever, observed elsewhere: gentlemen who may have won university honours; officers wearing gold straps on their shoulders, or bands of lace around the rims of their caps; native Californians, resplendent in slashed and b.u.t.toned velveteens; States'
lawyers, and doctors, in sober black; even judges, who that same morning were seated upon the bench--may be all observed at the Monte table, mingling with men in red flannel s.h.i.+rts, blanket coats, and trousers tucked into the tops of mud-bedaubed boots; with sailors in pea-jackets of coa.r.s.e pilot, or Guernsey smocks, unwashed, unkempt, unshorn; not only mingling with, but jostled by them--rudely, if occasion call.
All are on an equality here; no cla.s.s distinction in the saloon ”El Dorado;” for all are on the same errand--to get rich by gambling. The gold gleaming over the table is reflected in their faces. Not in smiles, or cheerfully; but by an expression of hungry cupidity--fixed, as if stamped into their features. No sign of hilarity, or joyfulness; not a word of badinage pa.s.sing about, or between; scarce a syllable spoken, save the call-words of the dealer, or an occasional remark by the croupier, explanatory of some disputed point about the placing, or payment, of stakes.
And if there be little light humour, neither is there much of ill-manners. Strangely a.s.sorted as is the motley crowd--in part composed of the roughest specimens of humanity--noisy speech is exceptional, and rude or boisterous behaviour rare. Either shown would be resented, and soon silenced; though, perhaps, not till after some noises of still louder nature--the excited, angry clamour of a quarrel, succeeded by the cracking of pistols; then a man borne off wounded, in all likelihood to die, or already dead, and stretched along the sanded floor, to be taken unconcernedly up, and carried feet-foremost out of the room.
And yet, in an instant, it will all be over. The gamesters, temporarily attracted from the tables, will return to them; the dealing of the cards will be resumed; and, amidst the c.h.i.n.king of coin, and the rattling of cheques, the sanguinary drama will not only cease to be talked about, but thought of. Bowie-knives and pistols are the police that preserve order in the gambling-saloons of San Francisco.
Although the ”El Dorado” is owned by a single individual, this is only as regards the house itself, with the drinking-bar and its appurtenances. The gaming-tables are under separate and distinct proprietors.h.i.+p; each belonging to a ”banker,” who supplies the cash capital, and other necessaries for the game--in short, ”runs” the table, to use a Californian phrase. As a general rule, the owner of a table is himself the dealer, and usually, indeed almost universally, a distinguished ”sportsman”--this being the appellation of the Western States' professional gambler, occasionally abbreviated to ”sport.” He is a man of peculiar characteristics, though not confined to California.
His ”species” may be met with all over the United States, but more frequently in those of the south and south-west; the Mississippi valley being his congenial coursing-ground, and its two great metropolitan cities, New Orleans and Saint Louis, his chief centres of operation.
Natchez, Memphis, Vicksburg, Louisville, and Cincinnati permanently have him; but places more provincial, he only honours with an occasional visit. He is encountered aboard all the big steamboats--those called ”crack,” and carrying the wealthier cla.s.s of pa.s.sengers; while the others he leaves to the more timid and less noted pract.i.tioners of his calling.
Wherever seen, the ”sport” is resplendent in s.h.i.+rt-front, glittering studs, with a grand cl.u.s.ter of diamonds on his finger sparkling like star, or stalact.i.te, as he deals out the cards. He is, in truth, an _elegant_ of the first water, apparelled and perfumed as a D'Orsay, or Beau Brummell; and, although ranking socially lower than these, with a sense of honour quite as high, perhaps higher than had either.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.
A MONTE BANK IN FULL BLAST.
In the h.e.l.l ”El Dorado,” as already said, there are five gambling tables, side by side, but with wide s.p.a.ces between for the players.
Presiding over the one which stands central is a man of about thirty years of age, of good figure, and well-formed features--the latter denoting Spanish descent--his cheeks clean shaven, the upper lip moustached, the under having a pointed imperial or ”goatee,” which extends below the extremity of his chin. He has his hat on--so has everybody in the room--a white beaver, set upon a thick shock of black wavy hair, its brim shadowing a face that would be eminently handsome, but for the eyes, these showing sullen, if not sinister. Like his hair, they are coal-black, though he rarely raises their lids, his gaze being habitually fixed on the cards in his hands. Only once has he looked up and around, on hearing a name p.r.o.nounced bearing an odd resemblance to that of the game he is engaged in, though merely a coincidence. It is ”Montijo.” Two native Californians standing close behind him are engaged in a dialogue, in which they incidentally speak of Don Gregorio.
It is a matter of no moment--only a slight allusion--and, as their conversation is almost instantly over, the Monte dealer again drops his long dark lashes, and goes on with the game, his features resuming their wonted impa.s.sibility.
Though to all appearance immobile as those of the Sphinx, one watching him closely could see that there is something in his mind besides Monte.
For although the play is running high, and large bets are being laid, he seems regardless about the result of the game--for this night only, since it has never been so before. His air is at times abstracted--more than ever after hearing that name--while he deals out the cards carelessly, once or twice making mistakes. But as these have been trifling, and readily rectified, the players around the table have taken no particular notice of them, nor yet of his abstraction. It is not sufficiently manifest to attract attention; and with the wonderful command he has over himself, none of them suspect that he is at that moment a prey to reflections of the strongest and bitterest kind.
There is one, however, who is aware of it, knowing the cause; this, a man seated on the players' side of the table, and directly opposite the dealer. He is a personage of somewhat squat frame, a little below medium height, of swarth complexion, and straight black hair; to all appearance a _native_ Californian, though not wearing the national costume, but simply a suit of dark broadcloth. He lays his bet, staking large sums, apparently indifferent as to the result; while at the same time eyeing the deposits of the other players with eager, nervous anxiety, as though their losses and gains concerned him more than his own--the former, to all appearance, gladdening, the the latter making him sad!
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