money or price, what he needed. That night we
slept on Salinas Plain, and the next morning reached
Monterey. All the missions and houses at that
period were alive with fleas, which the natives looked
on as pleasant titillators, but they so tortured me
that I always gave them a wide berth, and slept on
a saddle-blanket, with the saddle for a pillow and
the serape, or blanket, for a cover. We never
feared rain except in winter. As the spring and
summer of 1848 advanced, the reports came faster and
faster from the gold-mines at Sutter’s saw-mill.
Stories reached us of fabulous discoveries, and spread
throughout the land. Everybody was talking of
“Gold! gold!” until it assumed the character
of a fever. Some of our soldiers began to desert;
citizens were fitting out trains of wagons and packmules
to go to the mines. We heard of men earning
fifty, five hundred, and thousands of dollars per day,
and for a time it seemed as though somebody would
reach solid gold. Some of this gold began to
come to Yerba Buena in trade, and to disturb the value
of merchandise, particularly of mules, horses, tin
pans, and articles used in mining: I of course
could not escape the infection, and at last convinced
Colonel Mason that it was our duty to go up and see
with our own eyes, that we might report the truth
to our Government. As yet we had no regular mail
to any part of the United States, but mails had come
to us at long intervals, around Cape Horn, and one
or two overland. I well remember the first overland
mail. It was brought by Kit Carson in saddle-bags
from Taos in New Mexico. We heard of his arrival
at Los Angeles, and waited patiently for his arrival
at headquarters. His fame then was at its height,
from the publication of Fremont’s books, and
I was very anxious to see a man who had achieved such
feats of daring among the wild animals of the Rocky
Mountains, and still wilder Indians of the Plains.
At last his arrival was reported at the tavern at
Monterey, and I hurried to hunt him up. I cannot
express my surprise at beholding a small, stoop-shouldered
man, with reddish hair, freckled face, soft blue eyes,
and nothing to indicate extraordinary courage or daring.
He spoke but little, and answered questions in monosyllables.
I asked for his mail, and he picked up his light
saddle-bags containing the great overland mail, and
we walked together to headquarters, where he delivered
his parcel into Colonel Mason’s own hands.
He spent some days in Monterey, during which time
we extracted with difficulty some items of his personal
history. He was then by commission a lieutenant
in the regiment of Mounted Rifles serving in Mexico
under Colonel Sumner, and, as he could not reach his
regiment from California, Colonel Mason ordered that
for a time he should be assigned to duty with A. J.
Smith’s company, First Dragoons, at Los Angeles.
He remained at Los Angeles some months, and was then
sent back to the United Staten with dispatches, traveling
two thousand miles almost alone, in preference to
being encumbered by a large party.