A History Of The
Passage Of This City Through Those Ordeals, And Through Its Almost
Incredible Financial Extremes, Should Be Written By A Pen Which
Not Only Accuracy Shall Govern, But Imagination Shall Inspire.
I cannot pause for the civility of referring to the many kind
attentions I received, and the society of
Educated men and women
from all parts of the Union I met with; where New England,
the Carolinas, Virginia, and the new West sat side by side
with English, French, and German civilization.
My stay in California was interrupted by an absence of nearly four
months, when I sailed for the Sandwich Islands in the noble Boston
clipper ship Mastiff, which was burned at sea to the water's edge;
we escaping in boats, and carried by a friendly British bark into
Honolulu, whence, after a deeply interesting visit of three months
in that most fascinating group of islands, with its natural and its
moral wonders, I returned to San Francisco in an American whaler,
and found myself again in my quarters on the morning of Sunday,
December 11th, 1859.
My first visit after my return was to Sacramento, a city of about
forty thousand inhabitants, more than a hundred miles inland
from San Francisco, on the Sacramento, where was the capital of
the State, and where were fleets of river steamers, and a large
inland commerce. Here I saw the inauguration of a Governor, Mr.
Latham, a young man from Massachusetts, much my junior; and met a
member of the State Senate, a man who, as a carpenter, repaired
my father's house at home some ten years before; and two more
Senators from southern California, relics of another age, - Don
Andres Pico, from San Diego; and Don Pablo de la Guerra, whom I
have mentioned as meeting at Santa Barbara.
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