Burning Daylight by Jack London

capital will pour in. All I do is start it going. ‘Gentlemen,’

I say, ‘here’s all the natural advantages for a great metropolis.

God Almighty put them advantages here, and he put me here to see

them. Do you want to land your tea and silk from Asia and ship

it straight East? Here’s the docks for your steamers, and here’s

the railroads. Do you want factories from which you can ship

direct by land or water? Here’s the site, and here’s the modern,

up-to-date city, with the latest improvements for yourselves and

your workmen, to live in.'”

“Then there’s the water. I’ll come pretty close to owning the

watershed. Why not the waterworks too? There’s two water

companies in Oakland now, fighting like cats and dogs and both

about broke. What a metropolis needs is a good water system.

They can’t give it. They’re stick-in-the-muds. I’ll gobble them

up and deliver the right article to the city. There’s money

there, too–money everywhere. Everything works in with

everything else. Each improvement makes the value of everything

else pump up. It’s people that are behind the value. The bigger

the crowd that herds in one place, the more valuable is the real

estate. And this is the very place for a crowd to herd. Look at

it. Just look at it! You could never find a finer site for a

great city. All it needs is the herd, and I’ll stampede a couple

of hundred thousand people in here ins two years. And what’s

more it won’t be one of these wild cat land booms. It will be

legitimate. Twenty years for now there’ll be a million people on

this side the bay. Another thing is hotels. There isn’t a

decent one in the town. I’ll build a couple of up-to-date ones

that’ll make them sit up and take notice. I won’t care if they

don’t pay for years. Their effect will more than give me my

money back out of the other holdings. And, oh, yes, I’m going to

plant eucalyptus, millions of them, on these hills.”

“But how are you going to do it?” Dede asked. “You haven’t

enough money for all that you’ve planned.”

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“I’ve thirty million, and if I need more I can borrow on the land

and other things. Interest on mortgages won’t anywhere near eat

up the increase in land values, and I’ll be selling land right

along.”

In the weeks that followed, Daylight was a busy man. He spent

most of his time in Oakland, rarely coming to the office. He

planned to move the office to Oakland, but, as he told Dede, the

secret preliminary campaign of buying had to be put through

first. Sunday by Sunday, now from this hilltop and now from

that, they looked down upon the city and its farming suburbs, and

he pointed out to her his latest acquisitions. At first it was

patches and sections of land here and there; but as the weeks

passed it was the unowned portions that became rare, until at

last they stood as islands surrounded by Daylight’s land.

It meant quick work on a colossal scale, for Oakland and the

adjacent country was not slow to feel the tremendous buying. But

Daylight had the ready cash, and it had always been his policy to

strike quickly. Before the others could get the warning of the

boom, he quietly accomplished many things. At the same time that

his agents were purchasing corner lots and entire blocks in the

heart of the business section and the waste lands for factory

sites, Day was rushing franchises through the city council,

capturing the two exhausted water companies and the eight or nine

independent street railways, and getting his grip on the Oakland

Creek and the bay tide-lands for his dock system. The tide-lands

had been in litigation for years, and he took the bull by the

horns–buying out the private owners and at the same time leasing

from the city fathers.

By the time that Oakland was aroused by this unprecedented

activity in every direction and was questioning excitedly the

meaning of it, Daylight secretly bought the chief Republican

newspaper and the chief Democratic organ, and moved boldly into

his new offices. Of necessity, they were on a large scale,

occupying four floors of the only modern office building in the

town–the only building that wouldn’t have to be torn down later

on, as Daylight put it. There was department after department, a

score of them, and hundreds of clerks and stenographers. As he

told Dede: “I’ve got more companies than you can shake a stick

at. There’s the Alameda & Contra Costa Land Syndicate, the

Consolidated Street Railways, the Yerba Buena Ferry Company, the

United Water Company, the Piedmont Realty Company, the Fairview

and Portola Hotel Company, and half a dozen more that I’ve got to

refer to a notebook to remember. There’s the Piedmont Laundry

Farm, and Redwood Consolidated Quarries. Starting in with our

quarry, I just kept a-going till I got them all. And there’s the

ship-building company I ain’t got a name for yet. Seeing as I

had to have ferry-boats, I decided to build them myself. They’ll

be done by the time the pier is ready for them. Phew! It all

sure beats poker. And I’ve had the fun of gouging the robber

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gangs as well. The water company bunches are squealing yet. I

sure got them where the hair was short. They were just about all

in when I came along and finished them off.”

“But why do you hate them so?” Dede asked.

“Because they’re such cowardly skunks.”

“But you play the same game they do.”

“Yes; but not in the same way.” Daylight regarded her

thoughtfully. “When I say cowardly skunks, I mean just

that,–cowardly skunks. They set up for a lot of gamblers, and

there ain’t one in a thousand of them that’s got the nerve to be

a gambler. They’re four-flushers, if you know what that means.

They’re a lot of little cottontail rabbits making believe they’re

big rip-snorting timber wolves. They set out to everlastingly

eat up some proposition but at the first sign of trouble they

turn tail and stampede for the brush. Look how it works. When

the big fellows wanted to unload Little Copper, they sent Jakey

Fallow into the New York Stock Exchange to yell out: ‘I’ll buy

all or any part of Little Copper at fifty five,’ Little Copper

being at fifty-four. And in thirty minutes them cottontails–

financiers, some folks call them–bid up Little Copper to sixty.

And an hour after that, stampeding for the brush, they were

throwing Little Copper overboard at forty-five and even forty.

“They’re catspaws for the big fellows. Almost as fast as they

rob the suckers, the big fellows come along and hold them up. Or

else the big fellows use them in order to rob each other. That’s

the way the Chattanooga Coal and Iron Company was swallowed up by

the trust in the last panic. The trust made that panic. It had

to break a couple of big banking companies and squeeze half a

dozen big fellows, too, and it did it by stampeding the

cottontails. The cottontails did the rest all right, and the

trust gathered in Chattanooga Coal and Iron. Why, any man, with

nerve and savvee, can start them cottontails jumping for the

brush. I don’t exactly hate them myself, but I haven’t any

regard for chicken-hearted four-flushers.”

CHAPTER XVII

For months Daylight was buried in work. The outlay was terrific,

and there was nothing coming in. Beyond a general rise in land

values, Oakland had not acknowledged his irruption on the

financial scene. The city was waiting for him to show what he

was going to do, and he lost no time about it. The best skilled

brains on the market were hired by him for the different branches

of the work. Initial mistakes he had no patience with, and he

was determined to start right, as when he engaged Wilkinson,

almost doubling his big salary, and brought him out from Chicago

to take charge of the street railway organization. Night and day

the road gangs toiled on the streets. And night and day the

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pile-drivers hammered the big piles down into the mud of San

Francisco Bay. The pier was to be three miles long, and the

Berkeley hills were denuded of whole groves of mature eucalyptus

for the piling.

At the same time that his electric roads were building out

through the hills, the hay-fields were being surveyed and broken

up into city squares, with here and there, according to best

modern methods, winding boulevards and strips of park. Broad

streets, well graded, were made, with sewers and water-pipes

ready laid, and macadamized from his own quarries. Cement

sidewalks were also laid, so that all the purchaser had to do was

to select his lot and architect and start building. The quick

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