Some months afterwards, and while Col.  Stevenson’s regiment was preparing to start from New York for California, my brother again referred to the same subject and suggested the idea of my going out with the regiment.  We had at that time a clerk in the office by the name of Sluyter, for whom I had great regard.  With him I talked the matter over, it being my intention, if I should go at all, to induce him if possible to accompany me.  But he wished to get married, and I wished to go to Europe.  The result of our conference was, that the California project was deferred, with the understanding, however, that after my return from Europe we should give it further consideration.  But the idea of going to California thus suggested, made a powerful impression upon my mind.  It pleased me.  There was a smack of adventure in it.  The going to a country comparatively unknown and taking a part in fashioning its institutions, was an attractive subject of contemplation.  I had always thought that the most desirable fame a man could acquire was that of being the founder of a State, or of exerting a powerful influence for good upon its destinies; and the more I thought of the new territory about to fall into our hands beyond the Sierra Nevada, the more I was fascinated with the idea of settling there and growing up with it.

But I was anxious first to visit, or rather to revisit, Europe.  I was not able, however, to make the necessary arrangements to do so until the Summer of 1848.  On the first of May of that year, I dissolved partnership with my brother, and in June started for Europe.  In the following December, while at Galignani’s News Room in Paris, I read in the New York Herald the message of President Polk, which confirmed previous reports, that gold had been discovered in California, then recently acquired.  It is difficult to describe the effect which that message produced upon my mind.  I read and re-read it, and the suggestion of my brother to go to that country recurred to me, and I felt some regret that I had not followed it.  I remained in Europe, however, and carried out my original plan of seeing its most interesting cities, and returned to the United States in 1849, arriving at New York on the 1st of October of that year.

There was already at that early period a steamer leaving that city once or twice every month for Chagres.  It went crowded every trip.  The impulse which had been started in me by my brother in 1846, strengthened by the message of President Polk, had now become irresistible.  I joined the throng, and on November 13th, 1849, took passage on the “Crescent City;” and in about a week’s time, in company with many others, I found myself at the little old Spanish-American town of Chagres, on the Isthmus of Panama.  There we took small boats and were poled up the river by Indians to Cruces, at which place we mounted mules and rode over the mountain to Panama.  There I found a crowd of persons in every degree of excitement,