fellow-passengers, who had landed the night before, sitting on the jury.  This seemed so strange that I waited till the case was over, and then inquired how it happened they were there.  They said that they had been attracted to the building by the crowd, just as I had been, and that while looking on the proceedings of the court the sheriff had summoned them.  They replied to the summons, that they had only just arrived in the country.  But he said that fact made no difference; nobody had been in the country three months.  They added that they had received eight dollars each for their services.  At this piece of news I thought of my solitary dollar, and wondered if similar good fortune might not happen to me.  So I lingered in the court-room, placing myself near the sheriff in the hope that on another jury he might summon me.  But it was not my good luck.  So I left the temple of justice and strolled around the busy city, enjoying myself with the novelty of everything.  Passing down Clay street, and near Kearney street, my attention was attracted by a sign in large letters, “Jonathan D. Stevenson, Gold Dust Bought and Sold Here.”  As I saw this inscription I exclaimed, “Hallo, here is good luck,” for I suddenly recollected that when I left New York my brother Dudley had handed me a note against Stevenson for $350 or $400; stating that he understood the Colonel had become rich in California, and telling me, that if such were the case, to ask him to pay the note.  I had put the paper in my pocket-book and thought no more of it until the sight of the sign brought it to my recollection, and also reminded me of my solitary dollar.  Of course I immediately entered the office to see the Colonel.  He had known me very well in New York, and was apparently delighted to see me, for he gave me a most cordial greeting.  After some inquiries about friends in New York, he commenced talking about the country.  “Ah,” he continued, “it is a glorious country.  I have made two hundred thousand dollars.”  This was more than I could stand.  I had already given him a long shake of the hand but I could not resist the impulse to shake his hand again, thinking all the time of my financial condition.  So I seized his hand again and shook it vigorously, assuring him that I was delighted to hear of his good luck.  We talked over the matter, and in my enthusiasm I shook his hand a third time, expressing my satisfaction at his good fortune.  We passed a long time together, he dilating all the while upon the fine country it was in which to make money.  At length I pulled out the note and presented it to him.  I shall never forget the sudden change, from wreaths of smiles to an elongation of physiognomy, expressive of mingled surprise and disgust, which came over his features on seeing that note.  He took it in his hands and examined it carefully; he turned it over and looked at its back, and then at its face again, and then, as it were, at both sides at once.  At last he said in a sharp tone, “That’s my signature,” and began to calculate the interest; that ascertained, he paid me the full amount due.  If I remember rightly he paid me $440 in Spanish doubloons, but some of it may have been in gold dust.  If it had not been for this lucky incident, I should have been penniless before night.