CHAPTER XIII.
JOE'S HOTEL Before going to the Leidesdorff House to call upon his friend Folsom, Joe thought he would try to make arrangements for the night.
He came to the St.Francis Hotel, on the corner of Dupont and Clay Streets.

There was an outside stair that led to the balcony that ran all round the second story.

The doors of the rooms opened upon this balcony.
A man came out from the office.
"Can I get lodging here ?" asked Joe.
"Yes." "How much do you charge ?" "Three dollars." "He must take me for a millionaire," thought Joe.
"I can't afford it," he said.
As Joe descended the stairs he did not feel quite so rich.

Six dollars won't go far when lodging costs three dollars and supper two.
Continuing his wanderings, Joe came to a tent, which seemed to be a hotel in its way, for it had "Lodgings" inscribed on the canvas in front.
"What do you charge for lodgings ?" Joe inquired.
"A dollar," was the reply.
Looking in, Joe saw that the accommodations were of the plainest.
Thin pallets were spread about without pillows.

Joe was not used to luxury but to sleep here would be roughing it even for him.