HOW THE SAN FRANCISCO
VIGILANTES ORIGINATED
THE SAZERAC LYING CLUB OF 1873
Adam S. Eterovich
Silver
was discovered in the Nevada Territory in 1859. Martin Groseta from Dubrovnik
opened the Virginia Saloon at
Virginia City in the same year. Nikola Barovich opened the famous SAZERAC SALOON at Austin, Nevada,
another Boom Town, at the discovery of rich silver deposits in that district.
He also had Barovich’s Saloon and Shooting Gallery in town. Mark Twain the humorist drank at his
saloon. During the winter months miners would collect at his saloon and tell
outlandish stories. This is the story of a Slavonyon (Croatian) who had a long
name , stuttered and was hung. It is told in Western Slang. The Vigilantes were
organized as a secret society to combat lawlessness, bandits and robbers. Those
caught were hung. The law and police were not yet organized in numbers. In the
year 1873, Fred H. Hart was employed as the editor of a small daily paper,
"The Reese River Reveille," published in the town of Austin, Nevada.
In the words of the editor:
"Austin is a small daily paper, having
its communication with the outer world carried on by means of mud wagons,
called by courtesy, stages; and it can be readily conceived, a quiet place in
which anything of a startling nature in the line of news seldom transpires.
Situated on the main street of the town is a drinking saloon, bearing the sign
of 'The Sazerac Saloon' after the famous brand of brandy by that name. This
saloon was the resort of a number of choice spirits other than those kept
behind the bar-old 49ers and California pioneers for the most part, who sat
around the stove, smoked their pipes, fired tobacco juice at a mark on the
stovepipe, and swapped LIES and
other reminiscences.
"I had long had my eye on the place as
one liable at anytime to pan out the text for a local, and would drop in there
nearly every evening and listen to the conversation in the hope of picking up
from it the hoped-for item, but stories were generally so outrageously devoid
of all semblance of truth of appearance of probability that, as a competent
journalist, whose mission and duty it was to present the public with cold,
bare-faced facts, I was unable to reconcile my conscience to the writing up and
publication of the yarns."
Fred
H. Hart did reconcile his conscience and published The Sazerac Lying Club in 1878 with this introduction: "This
purports to be a book on lies and lying,
but it does not treat of the lies of politicians, stockbrokers, newspaper men,
authors and others, who lie for money; neither does it touch on the untruths of
scandal, mischief, or malice, but only on those lies which amuse, imtruct and
elevate, without harm. It is a record of lies told in a club known as the
Sazerac Lying Club, whose objects, as its name implies, are lying. The book
contains a number of sketches of odd characters in Nevada and local narratives
of life in Austin, written by the Author, and published from time to time in
the columns of the Austin Reveille, of which the paper has for several years been
Editor, and which have been only the stoppin' over for it. But you all know how
that was yourself, and that when we got where the gold was, it took some
poerful hard work to git sight of a color; that is in most cases, bein' as I've
knowed men to take out as much as six hondred bedrock, to say notwn' of what's
bin taken out with rockers and toms, and sluice-boxes.
Wal,
as I was a-saying; thar always used to be a great rush to the Post-Office when
the steamer come in the states; and so's thar wouldn't be no confusion every
man as was expecting letters was compelled to take his place in a long line,
and stay thar tin his turn come to git to the winder whar they handed out the
letters. I never lived much in Frisco myself, but I've heern tell from the boys
that used to git a chance to spend their dust, that sometimes a man would be
bleegcd to stay two hull days thar in line afore his turn would come at the
winder. I s'pose they used to carry grup in their pockets to last 'im the
shift. Likewise I've heern tell that a man made a home-stake those days by
standin' in the line tiH he got up pritty close to the winder and then selbn
out his chance for all the way from an ounce up to five hundred dollars to
fellers as had more money than time and was in a big hurry for their letters
and then resoomin' his place ag'itt at the tail end of the line, and sellin'
out their chance for a shave on a Stmday mornin' in a barber shop, only the
figgers isn't so big.
One
mornin' the steamer come in about ten o'clock and whar thar was the usual rush
to the Post-Office and long afore the winders opened thar was strings of men
reachin' way off for as much as a dozen blocks, ev'ry man waitin' his turn to
ask for letters. The fust man waitin' his turn to ask for letters, the fust man
to git to the "M to Z" winder was a Slavonyon, (Croatian) which was
mighty thick in California in the airly days, hein' come in with the first
rush. This here slavonyon kep' a fruit stand down on the warf close to the
office, and consekently got thar one of the fust. He had a name as long as a
shovel-handle, and stuttered so bad he cotddn't even sneeze without stammerin'.
When the winder was shot nap, and the clerk stood thar ready to hand out
letters, this here Slavonyon started
to say his name, and commenced a-stutterin' and a-stammerin' but he couldn't
make it. He hed his rights, like any other man as wasn't a Negro or a Injin, or
a Chinaman, and so the crowd didn't kill him then and thar but kep' on, patient
like, waitin' for him to purnounce his name. Twelve o'clock come and he hadn't
managed to purnounce only the furst letter, which was a V, and the cleark was
a-holdin' of the V letters in his right hand, a spittin' on his left thumb,
ready to sort and a pogt-office clerk is like time and the tide don't wait for
his lunch for no man and down come the winder. The crowd as pritty riley by
tlds time, and a merchant that had a lot of goods on the steamer, and didn't
know how much profit to charge on 'etnti he'd got his letters about 'em offered
that Slavonyon a thousand dollars in
good, clean, bankable dust for his chance' but the Slavonyon wotadn't lissen to no offer of money, and when the winder
opened ag'in, he resoomed tryin' to purnounce his name. But "twarn't no
go; and when six o'clock come and the office shet up for the night, he only got
as fur as the fust syllable o' that forty-rod name of his'n.
This
was wore'n the crowd could stand, and that night they held a citizens' meetin'
on the plaza and adopted resolutions that the city's safety was in danger, and
'pinted a committy to take that slavonyon out and hang him. 'Cordinly, the
committy went down to the Post-office, whar that Slavonyon was standin' with his face agin' the 'M to Z winder,
waitin' for the office to open next mornin', and snatched him baldheaded up to
the city hall, and runnin' a beam out from the roof of the buildin; they hung
im dead as a nit.
This
was the starter of the Vig'lance committy, and hevin' their blood up from the
hangin' of this stutterin' Slavoniyon,
they waded in and hung and drug out all the other dangerous characters out of
the state.'