Identifier: narrativeofedwar34mcgo (find matches)
Title: Narrative of Edward McGowan, including a full account of the author's adventures and perils while persecuted by the San Francisco Vigilance Committee of 1856 ..
Year: 1857 (1850s)
Authors: McGowan, Edward, 1813-1893
Subjects: San Francisco Committee of Vigilance of 1856
Publisher: San Francisco, The author
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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flightfrom San Francisco. I was to endeavor to make my wayhome to Philadelphia by the southern route through Mex-ico. I did not much like to start on a Friday, inasmuchas it was hangmans or Vigilante day ; and I have neverbeen entirely free from superstition. However, as thejourney was not properly to commence until the followingday, I overcame my scruples, and prepared for the start.My friend called early in the evening to inform me thatall was arranged, and the horses, together with a guide whohad been provided, (James Dennison,) and a companion,were in waiting at the Mission Dolores, so that all I hadto do was to go there, mount and ride for life. I bid an alfeciionate farewell to the good and kind ladywlio had sheltered me, kissed the faitliful little Arielwlio had kept my secret, and thorouglily disguised steppedout into the night, and accompanied by my friend bent mysteps toward the Mission. Having arrived there, and foundeverything in readiness, I put on ray spurs, embraced my
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46 NARRATIVE OF EDWARD MCGOWAN. kind friend who had been more than a brother to me—mayGod reward him—and mounted the good horse who wasto carry me, I trusted, safely from danger. I felt sad, very sad, not only at parting with my true andfaithful friend who had been so constant and so kind through-out my many perils, but also at leaving the City of SanFrancisco. An hour before I was all anxiety to turn myback upon it forever, but when the time of i)arting came,involuntarily my mind recurred to the many ha))py days Ih.Md passed there, and the many friends whose cheerfulsmile and pleasant laugh I was, as I supposed, on that even-ing bidding iarewell to forever. I kissed my hand to myfriend, and turning my heaa toward the city, notwithstand-ing the dreadful plague-spot that marred its beauty, I bidit a sorrowful yet affectionate good night. So soon as the form of my friend had vanished in thedarkness, I turned to Dennison, and said to him I couldnot make up my mind to leave until I ha

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