I hardly know what to do with myself here until the dry season comes round.  The rains have not begun yet, but they may be expected from day to day, and then I suppose we shall have a vast influx from the interior, as it is quite impossible to camp out in the rainy season.  Of course the price of any article of food and clothing will be excessive, and I almost think that the best thing for me to do, when the seamen come down, and the ships are manned again, will be to try and get a passage to the Sandwich Islands, which are not very far off, and in which it is probable that living is reasonable.  I could easily get back to the mainland in time for the next dry season.  What changes may take place by that time, however, I know not.  The States may claim the land, and the gold within it, and send an army to enforce their rights.  If so, a terrible scene of tumult and disorder may be expected.  All the lawless adventurers who are scattered about this part of the continent are flocking down to the gold regions, so are the Indians; and I feel pretty sure that Jonathan will have a tough battle to fight if he wants to keep all the bullion to himself.

I suppose that in England the people will be pricking up their ears when they learn what we are doing here, and that we shall have plenty of emigrants from home.  I hardly like to advise upon the subject here; there certainly is a wonderful amount of gold.  What the chances of obtaining it and getting it taken home may be next season, I know not.  At all events, the pursuit will be difficult in the extreme, and tolerably dangerous also.

Yours affectionately,

J. TYRWHITT BROOKS.