called the Devil’s Elbow. There was a sharp
turn in the river and the current was rapid, and we
might have to pull the vessel around it; but sometimes,
if it was favorable, he could sail around it, and
if done successfully, then the vessels that had come
to anchor could find no fault; otherwise you had to
come to behind the others and take your turn.
When we were coming to it, he was at the helm and
I at his side, to see what was the best to do.
As we approached, we saw several vessels had come
to for the purpose of pulling around. The last
was a large vessel that the captain said could never
get around. If we anchored behind it we might
not be able to deliver our freight according to the
charter. We had put an English sailor in the hold
to let the anchor go, in case we did not succeed,
if we gave him the signal to do so. As we came
to the place with all sails set, there was a breeze
sprung up, filling all the sails. I said to the
captain, let her go. As we passed the vessels
that had come to anchor there was a howling and yelling
from them of derision and anger at us for going by
them. Just as we got two-thirds of the way around,
the sailor in the hold let the anchor go without orders.
He got frightened. If he had not, we would have
made it successfully. As it was, we got ahead
of all the other vessels, and got to Stockton in ample
time. The next morning there was a drove of mules
at the side of the brig, and the cargo was being discharged
and packed on their backs to be taken to the mining
camps, as there were no good roads there in those
early days. About all the grain and flour came
from Valparaiso and Chili, put up very nicely in fifty
and one hundred pound sacks, so it was easy to handle.
As soon as all the mules were packed, the head mule,
who had on a bell fastened around his neck, which
rang as he went, was started first, and all the rest,
in single file, followed him, and they were going
for the different mining camps in the interior.
In two or three days we were unloaded, and we were
prepared to return. The freight money was paid
to me in gold, at $16 per ounce in full, all being
satisfactory to the shipper. I had delivered
it within the time specified. One of the passengers
who came up with me, a tailor, from Salem, Mass.,
asked me if I would not give him a free passage back
on the vessel to San Francisco; that he wanted to
try to get home; he was discouraged. I said to
him you have traveled eighteen thousand miles to get
to the gold mines, and now you are within half a day
of them and want to go home without trying your fortune.
If you do go, you will never forgive yourself, but
go to the mines and try your luck; then, if you are
discouraged and want to go back, I will give you a
free passage, as we have no passengers on our return
trip.