RandolphTrentsteppedfromtheStocktonboatontheSanFranciscowharf，penniless，friendless，andunknown。Hungermighthavebeenaddedtohistrials，for，havingpaidhislastcoininpassagemoney，hehadbeenadayandahalfwithoutfood。Yetheknewitonlybyanoccasionallapseintoweaknessasmuchmentalasphysical。Nevertheless，hewasfirstonthegangplanktoland，andhurriedfeverishlyashore，inthatvaguedesireforactionandchangeofscenecommontosuchirritation；yetaftermixingforafewmomentswiththedepartingpassengers，eachselfishlyhurryingtosomerendezvousofrestorbusiness，heinsensiblydrewapartfromthem，withtheinstinctofavagabondandoutcast。Althoughhewasconsciousthathewasneither，butmerelyanunsuccessfulminersuddenlyreducedtothepointofsolicitingworkoralmsofanykind，hetookadvantageofthefirstcrossingtoplungeintoasidestreet，withavaguesenseofhidinghisshame。
　　Arisingwind，whichhadrockedtheboatforthelastfewhours，hadnowdevelopedintoastrongsou’wester，withtorrentsofrainwhichswepttheroadway。Hiswell-wornworkingclothes，fittedtothewarmerSouthernmines，gavehimmoreconcernfromtheirvisible，absurdcontrasttotheclimatethanfromanyactualsenseofdiscomfort，andhisfeverishnessdefiedthechillofhissoakinggarments，ashehurriedlyfacedtheblastthroughthedimlylightedstreet。Atthenextcornerhepaused；hehadreachedanother，and，fromitsdilapidatedappearance，apparentlyanolderwharfthanthatwherehehadlanded，but，likethefirst，itwasstillastragglingavenueleadingtowardthehigherandmoreanimatedpartofthecity。Heagainmechanically——forapartofhistroublewasavague，undefinedpurpose——turnedtowardit。
　　Inhisfeverishexaltationhispowersofperceptionseemedtobequickened:hewasvividlyalivetotheincongruous，half-marine，half-backwoodscharacterofthewarehousesandcommercialbuildings；tothehullofastrandedshipalreadybuiltintoablockofrudetenements；tothedarkstockadedwallofahouseframedofcorrugatediron，anditsweirdcontiguitytoaSwisschalet，whosegallerieswereusedonlytobearthesignsoftheshops，andwhoseframehadbeencarriedacrossseasinsectionstobesetupatrandomhere。
　　Movingpastthese，asinanightmaredream，ofwhicheventheturbulencyoftheweatherseemedtobeapart，hestumbled，blinded，panting，andunexpectedly，withnoconsciousnessofhisrapidpacebeyondhisbreathlessness，uponthedazzlingmainthoroughfareofthecity。Inspiteoftheweather，theslipperypavementswerethrongedbyhurryingcrowdsofwell-dressedpeople，againallintentontheirownpurposes，——purposesthatseemedsotriflingandunimportantbesidehisown。Theshopswerebrilliantlylighted，exposingtheirbrightestwaresthroughplate-
　　glasswindows；ajeweler’sglitteredwithpreciousstones；afashionableapothecary’snexttoitalmostoutrivaleditwithitsgorgeousglobes，thegoldandgreenprecisionofitsshelves，andthemarbleandsilversodafountainlikeashrinebeforeit。Allthisspeciousshowofopulencecameuponhimwiththeshockofcontrast，andwithitabitterrevulsionoffeelingmorehopelessthanhisfeverishanxiety，——thebitternessofdisappointment。
　　Forduringhisjourneyhehadbeenbuoyedupwiththeprospectoffindingworkandsympathyinthisyouthfulcity，——aprospectfoundedsolelyonhisinexperiencedhopes。Forthishehadexchangedthepovertyoftheminingdistrict，——apovertythathadnothingignobleaboutit，thatwasapartoftheeconomyofnature，andsharedwithhisfellowmenandthebirdsandbeastsintheirrudeencampments。Hehadgivenupthebrotherhoodoftheminer，andthatpracticalhelpandsympathywhichbroughtnodegradationwithit，forthisrudeshockofself-interested，self-satisfiedcivilization。He，whowouldnothaveshrunkfromaskingrest，food，oranight’slodgingatthecabinofabrotherminerorwoodsman，nowrecoiledsuddenlyfromthesewell-dressedcitizens。
　　Whatmadnesshadsenthimhere，anintruder，or，even，asitseemedtohiminhisdrippingclothes，animpostor？Andyetthesewerethepeopletowhomhehadconfidentlyexpectedtotellhisstory，andwhowouldcheerfullyassisthimwithwork！Hecouldalmostanticipatethehardlaughorbrutalhurriednegativeintheirfaces。InhisfoolishhearthethankedGodhehadnottriedit。
　　Thentheapatheticrecoilwhichisapttofollowanykeenemotionovertookhim。Hewasdazedlyconsciousofbeingrudelyshovedonceortwice，andevenheardtheepithet“drunkenlout“fromonewhohadrunagainsthim。
　　Hefoundhimselfpresentlystaringvacantlyintheapothecary’swindow。Howlonghestoodtherehecouldnottell，forhewasarousedonlybythedooropeninginfrontofhim，andayounggirlemergingwithsomepurchaseinherhand。Hecouldseethatshewashandsomelydressedandquitepretty，andasshepassedoutsheliftedtohiswithdrawingfigureapairofcalm，inquiringeyes，which，however，changedtoalookofhalf-wondering，half-amusedpityasshegazed。Yetthatlookofpitystunghispridemoredeeplythanall。Withadeliberateeffortherecoveredhisenergy。
　　No，hewouldnotbeg，hewouldnotaskassistancefromthesepeople；hewouldgoback——anywhere！Tothesteamboatfirst；theymightlethimsleepthere，givehimameal，andallowhimtoworkhispassagebacktoStockton。Hemightberefused。Well，whatthen？Well，beyond，therewasthebay！Helaughedbitterly——hismindwassaneenoughforthat——buthekeptonrepeatingitvaguelytohimself，ashecrossedthestreetagain，andoncemoremadehiswaytothewharf。
　　Thewindandrainhadincreased，buthenolongerheededtheminhisfeverishhasteandhisconsciousnessthatmotioncouldalonekeepawaythatdreadfulapathywhichthreatenedtoovercloudhisjudgment。Andhewishedwhilehewasabletoreasonlogicallytomakeuphismindtoendthisunsupportablesituationthatnight。
　　Hewasscarcelytwenty，yetitseemedtohimthatithadalreadybeendemonstratedthathislifewasafailure；hewasanorphan，andwhenheleftcollegetoseekhisownfortuneinCalifornia，hebelievedhehadstakedhisalluponthatventure——andlost。
　　Thatbitternesswhichisthesuddenrecoilofboyishenthusiasm，andisnonethelessterribleforbeingwithoutexperiencetojustifyit，——thatmelancholywearetooapttolookbackuponwithcynicaljeersandlaughterinmiddleage，——ismorepotentthanwedaretothink，anditwasinnomereposeofyouthfulpessimismthatRandolphTrentnowcontemplatedsuicide。Suchscrapsofphilosophyashiseducationhadgivenhimpointedtothatoneconclusion。Anditwastheonlyrefugethatpride——realorfalse——
　　offeredhimfromtheonesupremeterrorofyouth——shame。
　　Thestreetwasdeserted，andthefewlightshehadpreviouslynotedinwarehousesandshopswereextinguished。Ithadgrowndarkerwiththestorm；theincongruousbuildingsoneithersidehadbecomemisshapenshadows；thelongperspectiveofthewharfwasastrangegloomfromwhichthesparsofashipstoodoutlikethecrossherememberedasaboytohaveonceseeninapictureofthetempest-
　　smittenCalvary。Itwashisonlyfancyconnectedwiththefuture——
　　itmighthavebeenhislast，forsuddenlyoneoftheplanksoftherottenwharfgavewaybeneathhisfeet，andhefelthimselfviolentlyprecipitatedtowardthegurglingandoozingtidebelow。
　　Hethrewouthisarmsdesperately，caughtatastronggirder，drewhimselfupwiththeenergyofdesperation，andstaggeredtohisfeetagain，safe——andsane。Forwiththisterribleautomaticstruggletoavoidthatdeathhewascourtingcameaflashofreason。Ifhehadresolutelythrownhimselffromthepierheadasheintended，wouldhehaveundergoneahopelessrevulsionlikethis？Washesurethatthismightnotbe，afterall，theterriblepenaltyofself-destruction——thisinevitablefierceprotestofmindandbodywhenTOOLATE？Hewasmomentarilytouchedwithasenseofgratitudeathisescape，buthisreasontoldhimitwasnotfromhisACCIDENT，butfromhisintention。
　　Hewastryingcarefullytoretracehissteps，butashedidsohesawthefigureofamandimlylurchingtowardhimoutofthedarknessofthewharfandthecrossedyardsoftheship。Agleamofhopecameoverhim，fortheemotionofthelastfewminuteshadrudelydisplacedhisprideandself-love。Hewouldappealtothisstranger，whoeverhewas；therewasmorechancethatinthisrudelocalityhewouldbeabelatedsailororsomehumblerwayfarer，andthedarknessandsolitudemadehimfeellessashamed。Bythelastflickeringstreetlamphecouldseethathewasamanabouthisownsize，withsomethingoftherollinggaitofasailor，whichwasincreasedbytheweightofatravelingportmanteauhewasswinginginhishand。AsheapproachedheevidentlydetectedRandolph’swaitingfigure，slackenedhisspeedslightly，andchangedhisportmanteaufromhisrighthandtohisleftasaprecautionfordefense。
　　Randolphfeltthebloodflushhischeekatthissignificantproofofhisdisreputableappearance，butdeterminedtoaccosthim。Hescarcelyrecognizedthesoundofhisownvoicenowfirstbreakingthesilenceforhours，buthemadehisappeal。Themanlistened，madeaslightgestureforwardwithhisdisengagedhand，andimpelledRandolphslowlyuptothestreetlampuntilitshoneonboththeirfaces。Randolphsawamanafewyearshissenior，withaslightlytrimmedbeardonhisdark，weather-beatencheeks，well-
　　cutfeatures，aquick，observanteye，andasailor’supwardglanceandbearing。Thestrangersawathin，youthful，anxious，yetrefinedandhandsomefacebeneathstragglingdampcurls，anddarkeyespreternaturallybrightwithsuffering。Perhapshisexperiencedear，too，detectedsomeharmonywithallthisinRandolph’svoice。
　　“Andyouwantsomethingtoeat，anight’slodging，andachanceofworkafterward，“thestrangerrepeatedwithgood-humoreddeliberation。
　　“Yes，“saidRandolph。
　　“Youlookit。“
　　Randolphcoloredfaintly。
　　“Doyoueverdrink？“
　　“Yes，“saidRandolphwonderingly。
　　“IthoughtI’dask，“saidthestranger，“asitmightplayhellwithyoujustnowifyouwerenotaccustomedtoit。Takethat。Justaswallow，youknow——that’sasgoodasajugful。“
　　Hehandedhimaheavyflask。Randolphfelttheburningliquorscaldhisthroatandfirehisemptystomach。Thestrangerturnedandlookeddownthevacantwharftothedarknessfromwhichhecame。ThenheturnedtoRandolphagainandsaidabruptly，——
　　“Strongenoughtocarrythisbag？“
　　“Yes，“saidRandolph。Thewhiskey——possiblytherelief——hadgivenhimnewstrength。Besides，hemightearnhisalms。
　　“Takeituptoroom74，NianticHotel——topofnextstreettothis，oneblockthatway——andwaittillIcome。“
　　“WhatnameshallIsay？“askedRandolph。
　　“Needn’tsayany。Iorderedtheroomaweekago。Stop；there’sthekey。Goin；changeyourtogs；you’llfindsomethinginthatbagthat’llfityou。Waitforme。Stop——no；you’dbettergetsomegrubtherefirst。“Hefumbledinhispockets，butfruitlessly。
　　“Nomatter。You’llfindabuckskinpurse，withsomescadsinit，inthebag。Solong。“AndbeforeRandolphcouldthankhim，helurchedawayagainintothesemi-darknessofthewharf。
　　Overflowingwithgratitudeatahospitalitysolikethatofhisrecklessbrethrenofthemines，Randolphpickeduptheportmanteauandstartedforthehotel。Hewalkedwarilynow，withanewinterestinlife，andthen，suddenlythinkingofhisownmiraculousescape，hepaused，wonderingifheoughtnottowarnhisbenefactoroftheperilsoftherottenwharf；buthehadalreadydisappeared。