ID: Emily (Fairfield) Duncan autobiography, page 13

intentions of carrying out the threat and how the poor Chinese did scatter! They left their homes, gathered up what they could carry of goods and chattels and rushed to the wharf to take the first boat available. Someone took me down to see them and I never forgot the sight. Men, women, and children with bags, bundles and baskets, all crowded together and chattering in excitement and fear. Afterward, we went through the deserted Chinatown, where we saw big pots of rice ready to eat left standing, cupboards with dishes. Chinese "heavens" gay with gilt paper and peacock feathers on the walls. Every one took something as a souvenir and for years we had several little china tea cups and spoons, relics of the occasion. I don't know whether there are Chinese in Eureka now or not, but I inquired about it years later and was told they had never returned.

I guess I did not see much of my brother Will at this time. He was older and was not so free to do as he pleased as we two younger ones. One thing I know, he had to make up the room for the men who lodged in the wing of the house used for this purpose. I have since felt that he may have, in this way, contracted the disease which caused his death. There was one man who sat at his window a great deal of the time so that I often saw him, and remembering his looks and his constant coughing, I am sure he was far gone with tuberculosis which was not then regarded as a contagious disease and no precautions were taken to guard against it. About this time, Will took a severe cold, caused, my mother thought, by an unusually long swim in the cold waters of the bay. Being at a suseptible age and having to make the bed and otherwise care for this man's room, it is easy to see how he became infected, although no one realized it at the time.

At last my father disposed of the property, the estate was settled and creditors satisfied, but with nothing left over, so it was a question of what to do next. We left Eureka and went to our old refuge "the ranch" until something could be arranged. Of course there had been great changes here, too. Grandpa Tate had sold his place to Hamilton Keyes and moved to San Francisco where he had bought a home on [2418] Post Street. Hamilton had three children: Johnny, Charles and Mattie. Mary Ann Keyes, always called Molly, had married Dr. Scott, a very handsome and highly educated man and they had a daughter, Stella. Their two little boys died in infancy. They lived in Alameda as Dr. Scott was then principal of Alameda High School, but always spent vacation time at the ranch.

At Uncle Will McDonnells, the older children were grown. Ann and Charlie never married and spent their entire time in the old home. Mary had married Lester Green and lived on a river farm near Sacramento. They had two daughters and one son, who came to spend vacations at their grandfather's ranch, too. Left at home were Henry, Neil, and Lou, the latter about my age. The younger generation had somewhat taken over the business of running the two places and a feeling of almost unfriendliness seemed to have sprung up where there had been such a harmonious atmosphere before. I was too young to let it spoil my fun, but I could feel it in the air. However, we did not stay long at this time as word came from the city of grandpa Tate's death and both