put himself between me and the door, and demanded, in theatrical style, why I dared arrest a peaceable citizen in his house.  I simply pointed to my pistol, and told him to get out of the way, which he did.  Nash asked to get some clothing, but I told him he should want for nothing.  We passed out, Green following us with loud words, which brought the four sailors to the front-door, when I told him to hush up or I would take him prisoner also.  About that time one of the sailors, handling his pistol carelessly, discharged it, and Green disappeared very suddenly.  We took Nash to the cart, put him in, and proceeded back to our boat.  The next morning we were gone.

Nash being out of the way, Boggs entered on his office, and the right to appoint or remove from civil office was never again questioned in California during the military regime.  Nash was an old man, and was very much alarmed for his personal safety.  He had come across the Plains, and had never yet seen the sea.  While on our way down the bay, I explained fully to him the state of things in California, and he admitted he had never looked on it in that light before, and professed a willingness to surrender his office; but, having gone so far, I thought it best to take him to Monterey.  On our way down the bay the wind was so strong, as we approached the Columbus, that we had to take refuge behind Yerba Buena Island, then called Goat Island, where we landed, and I killed a gray seal.  The next morning, the wind being comparatively light, we got out and worked our way up to the Columbus, where I left my prisoner on board, and went on shore to find Commodore Biddle, who had gone to dine with Frank Ward.  I found him there, and committed Nash to his charge, with the request that he would send him down to Monterey, which he did in the sloop-of-war Dale, Captain Selfridge commanding.  I then returned to Monterey by land, and, when the Dale arrived, Colonel Mason and I went on board, found poor old Mr. Nash half dead with sea-sickness and fear, lest Colonel Mason would treat him with extreme military rigor.  But, on the contrary, the colonel spoke to him kindly, released him as a prisoner on his promise to go back to Sonoma. surrender his office to Boggs, and account to him for his acts while in office.  He afterward came on shore, was provided with clothing and a horse, returned to Sonoma, and I never have seen him since.

Matters and things settled down in Upper California, and all moved along with peace and harmony.  The war still continued in Mexico, and the navy authorities resolved to employ their time with the capture of Mazatlan and Guaymas.  Lower California had already been occupied by two companies of Stevenson’s regiment, under Lieutenant-Colonel Burton, who had taken post at La Paz, and a small party of sailors was on shore at San Josef, near Cape San Lucas, detached from the Lexington, Lieutenant-Commander Bailey.  The orders for this occupation were made by General