that he liked the gun, and would not take a hundred dollars for it.  Soldiers or sailors who could reach the mines were universally shielded by the miners, so that it was next to useless to attempt their recapture.  In due season General Persifer Smith, Gibbs, and I, with some hired packers, started back for San Francisco, and soon after we transferred our headquarters to Sonoma.  About this time Major Joseph Hooker arrived from the East —­the regular adjutant-general of the division—­relieved me, and I became thereafter one of General Smith’s regular aides-de-camp.

As there was very little to do, General Smith encouraged us to go into any business that would enable us to make money.  R. P. Hammond, James Blair, and I, made a contract to survey for Colonel J. D. Stevenson his newly-projected city of “New York of the Pacific,” situated at the month of the San Joaquin River.  The contract embraced, also, the making of soundings and the marking out of a channel through Suisun Bay.  We hired, in San Francisco, a small metallic boat, with a sail, laid in some stores, and proceeded to the United States ship Ohio, anchored at Saucelito, where we borrowed a sailor-boy and lead-lines with which to sound the channel.  We sailed up to Benicia, and, at General Smith’s request, we surveyed and marked the line dividing the city of Benicia from the government reserve.  We then sounded the bay back and forth, and staked out the best channel up Suisun Bay, from which Blair made out sailing directions.  We then made the preliminary surveys of the city of “New York of the Pacific,” all of which were duly plotted; and for this work we each received from Stevenson five hundred dollars and ten or fifteen lots.  I sold enough lots to make up another five hundred dollars, and let the balance go; for the city of “New York of the Pacific” never came to any thing.  Indeed, cities at the time were being projected by speculators all round the bay and all over the country.

While we were surveying at “New York of the Pacific,” occurred one of those little events that showed the force of the gold-fever.  We had a sailor-boy with us, about seventeen years old, who cooked our meals and helped work the boat.  Onshore, we had the sail spread so as to shelter us against the wind and dew.  One morning I awoke about daylight, and looked out to see if our sailor-boy was at work getting breakfast; but he was not at the fire at all.  Getting up, I discovered that he had converted a tule-bolsa into a sail boat, and was sailing for the gold-mines.  He was astride this bolsa, with a small parcel of bread and meat done up in a piece of cloth; another piece of cloth, such as we used for making our signal-stations, he had fixed into a sail; and with a paddle he was directing his precarious craft right out into the broad bay, to follow the general direction of the schooners and boats that he knew were ascending the Sacramento River.  He was about a hundred yards from the shore.