The Governor then, near daylight, went to his hotel, and I to my house for a short sleep.  Next day I was at the bank, as usual, when, about noon the Governor called, and asked me to walk with him down-street He said he had just received a message from the Vigilance Committee to the effect that they were not bound by Coleman’s promise not to do any thing till the regular trial by jury should be had, etc.  He was with reason furious, and asked me to go with him to Truett’s store, over which the Executive Committee was said to be in session.  We were admitted to a front-room up-stairs, and heard voices in the back-room.  The Governor inquired for Coleman, but he was not forthcoming.  Another of the committee, Seymour, met us, denied in toto the promise of the night before, and the Governor openly accused him of treachery and falsehood.

The quarrel became public, and the newspapers took it up, both parties turning on the Governor; one, the Vigilantes, denying the promise made by Coleman, their president; and the other, the “Law-and-Order party,” refusing any farther assistance, because Johnson had stooped to make terms with rebels.  At all events, he was powerless, and had to let matters drift to a conclusion.

King died about Friday, May 20th, and the funeral was appointed for the next Sunday.  Early on that day the Governor sent for me at my house.  I found him on the roof of the International, from which we looked down on the whole city, and more especially the face of Telegraph Hill, which was already covered with a crowd of people, while others were moving toward the jail on Broadway.  Parties of armed men, in good order, were marching by platoons in the same direction; and formed in line along Broadway, facing the jail-door.  Soon a small party was seen to advance to this door, and knock; a parley ensued, the doors were opened, and Casey was led out.  In a few minutes another prisoner was brought out, who, proved to be Cora, a man who had once been tried for killing Richardson, the United States Marshal, when the jury disagreed, and he was awaiting a new trial.  These prisoners were placed in carriages, and escorted by the armed force down to the rooms of the Vigilance Committee, through the principal streets of the city.  The day was exceedingly beautiful, and the whole proceeding was orderly in the extreme.  I was under the impression that Casey and Cora were hanged that same Sunday, but was probably in error; but in a very few days they were hanged by the neck—­dead—­suspended from beams projecting from the windows of the committee’s rooms, without other trial than could be given in secret, and by night.