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here was wealth. I would have it all-all. Not even my partner should share the treasure. I was mad. He stooped to pick up the precious metal, and I struck him-him, the friend of my toils, and one who had never failed me—him, who had shared his food with me, who had slept upon the desert, in the mountains, under the same blanket; who had nursed me in sickness I struck him to the earth. God, I was mad! Then I was alone with my wealth; with my wealth-ah! and the dead. I had not thought of the cold still face that would lie there after the blow; of the sightless eyes staring to heaven. Then the madness left me. I threw myself beside him; prayed him to awake; felt for the heart beat. Dead-dead. O my God! Dead! the friend of my toils. And I was a murderer--a murderer!” Here some leaves were missing, and the next entries legibly represent him as a veritable vagabond:

"Chill with guilt and fear,

White from curse and scorn,

Out to the wilderness drear

He stumbles through brier and thorn,
With a smitten face to haunt him,

Beckoning toward the west,
Touching him here and there
With a bruise of a ghastly stain,
Stinging his numb despair

To the jagged quicks of pain."

Wandering, still wandering. Earth has no rest for my feet; and I am so weary! When I step the earth spurns me, and the pitiless skies cry: 'On! On!' Starving! Penniless! and there, back there, is wealth untold. Yet I dare not seek it, dare not tell of it; for there, too, is that cold, still face with the sightless eyes gazing at the heavens, and the red blood crying, ever crying to God. I wander on, and I can feel upon my brow a brand like Cain. It is a brand of blood-hot, burning blood. I walk among men and I feel that they must see it—it is there. I pull my hat over my brow-closely; O, so closely-down to my eyes, but they must see it. The brand of Cain! The brand of Cain! O God, it is upon me! For days I have wandered in the mountains, thirsting, hungering, trembling at the stir of a leaf. Yet death comes not to me. The wild beasts avoid me. The savages pass me by, and harm me not. I suffer, faint-but do not die."

How vividly has Thomas Hood been inspired to portray the feelings of a man whose hands have been imbued with a fellow-man's blood, and whose heart-throb has been stilled by one fell blow. Aye, indeed :

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THE PEOPLE vs. WEMPETT AND WAMPETT.-On September 28, 1850, two Indians named Wempett and Wampett were found guilty of manslaughter by a jury, and sentenced to pay a fine of one dollar and two weeks' imprisonment, but who their victim was, or what were the circumstances of the case, the records do not divulge.

MURDER OF APARICIO MORALES.-On May 29, 1852, José Antonio, an Indian, stabbed Aparicio Morales at or near the residence of Dr. Tennent in Pinole, from the effects of which he died. He was duly tried before C. P. Hester, District Judge, found guilty July 9, 1852, and sentenced to be hanged. He was executed August 20, 1852. He was hanged from the limb of a sycamore tree, in the suburbs of the village of Martinez. A barrel was placed in an old cart, and the condemned man required to stand on that ticklish foundation while the rope was adjusted. The cart was finally driven away, and the poor fellow tumbled off the barrel and into eternity.

KILLING OF IGNACIO FLORES, alias FIGARO.-The victim in this case. was killed at a place known as the "Chicken Ranch," on October 30, 1853. He came to his death by severe wounds from knife and pistol at the hands of Miguel Nabaro, his wife Antonia and Rafael Soto being apprehended as accessories to the act. On trial the accessory Antonia was discharged, but there is no record of what became of the others.

MURDER OF JAMES M. GORDON.-The particulars of this deed were communicated to a Stockton newspaper by Dr. Marsh at the time of its occurrence. About seven o'clock on the evening of Tuesday, October 2, 1854, three men came to the house of J. M. Gordon, near Dr. Marsh's, and desired him to give them directions about the road, saying that they had lost their way. As soon as Gordon went to his door, he was shot by one of the party; another of them fired at him also, but missed him. One of the balls struck Gordon, inflicting a fatal wound. Gordon fled in the darkness, and with difficulty reached Dr. Marsh's house, about two miles distant. The object of the ruffians was undoubtedly robbery, as the house was found to be

ransacked. The men were traced and ultimately arrested in San Francisco. They were named Henry H. Monroe, Andrew Hollenstein and Thomas Addison. Monroe was duly tried for the murder, convicted, and hanged November 24, 1854. While awaiting his execution Addison attempted his rescue, for which he was indicted by the grand jury, and imprisoned, but on January 20, 1855, made his escape from jail, and has never been captured. The other accomplice, Hollenstein, was handed over to the custody of the Sheriff of Solano county in the same month.

Killing of TERENCE H. MCDONALD.-It appears that on June 11, 1856, Rafael, an Indian, and Isabel, an Indian squaw, stabbed Terence H. McDonald on the right side of the neck, from which he died instantly, the deed being committed in his own dwelling. September 5, 1856, they were convicted of manslaughter, the man sentenced to ten years and the woman to eighteen months' imprisonment in the State Prison. There was also an accomplice, who was discharged.

MURDER OF DR. JOHN MARSH.-Perhaps no more horrible crime than the murder of this pioneer can be found on the pages of any history, and certainly no better example of justice following the guilty than which tracked one of the murderers to punishment eleven years after the commission of his foul deed.

Dr. Marsh had been for many years-long before the American occupation of California-the owner of the Los Meganos Rancho, of which he became possessed, as we have elsewhere stated, by purchase in the year 1837. Here he dwelt, surrounded by his people, flocks and herds, for full two decades. On or about the twenty-fourth day of September, 1856, business called him from his farm to Martinez, some thirty miles distant. In the grey dawn of the following morning his horse and buggy were found in the town of Martinez, but without an occupant. Then followed the search, which led to the discovery of his body in a road-side ditch, immediately upon which the pursuit of the murderers was undertaken. On the day following José Antonio Olivas was captured; after making confession as to certain money found in his possession, taken from the body of the murdered victim, and implicating Felipe Moreno as principal in the deed, he was tried and convicted, but escaping from jail, he eluded justice for more than ten years. In September, 1866, he was re-captured in Santa Barbara county, and brought to Contra Costa 'to await his trial.

About the same time Felipe Moreno was taken in Sacramento, where he was going under the alias of Don Castro. When arrested he made a desperate effort to escape, but being mastered was quickly handcuffed and incarcerated.

The third party implicated in the terrible murder, Juan Garcia, has, up to the present time, eluded justice.

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