Some of them are of unexceptionable family--at least from your point of view.

As a rule, they sleep packed like cattle in reeking redwood shacks, and either dress in rags or mend their own clothes.

Among their companions are ranchers who can't live all the year on the produce of their half-cleared land, absconders from half the Pacific Slope cities, and runaway sailormen.

The task set before them every morning would kill most of you." Weston, who had winced once or twice, glanced apprehensively toward the rest.

They were sitting very still, and their appearance suggested that, whether warrantable or not, they were listening.
"His insane folly has brought him down to that ?" he asked.
Ida straightened herself a little, with a sparkle in her eyes.
"I don't think there has been any very great descent," she went on.
"You must try to realize that those men are not wastrels now, however they may have lived in England, Montreal, or the cities down Puget Sound.