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.