It was found that Major Miller's shot had struck the bear in the lower jaw, and thus disabled him.

Had it not been for this, the bear would certainly have upset the boat and drowned all in it.
As it was, however, his meat served us a good turn in our trip up to Stockton.

At Stockton we disembarked our wagon, provisions, and instruments.

There I bought two fine mules at three hundred dollars each, and we hitched up and started for the Coaumnes River.
About twelve miles off was the Mokelumne, a wide, bold stream, with a canoe as a ferry-boat.

We took our wagon to pieces, and ferried it and its contents across, and then drove our mules into the water.