birthday. His name was George Washington Sherwood.
He was elected to the Constitutional Convention of
California, and wrote its first Constitution, copied
after that of his native State, New York. The
Northern element prevailed in that convention, and
California came in a free State by its unanimous vote.
Broderick headed the Northern sentiment; Gwin, who
had been a United States Marshal in Mississippi, the
Southern. I met him often. He would come
into a bar-room and say: “I did not come
here to dig gold, but to represent you in the United
States Senate.” He would then say:
“Come up all, and take a drink.” I
thought that was a strange way to inspire the people
with the idea that he was the proper person to represent
them in the United States Senate. He was elected,
with Colonel Freemont, the first two United States
Senators from California. At the next election
for United States Senators, Broderick got absolute
control, and although Gwin had fought him bitterly,
they were the two senators to be elected again.
Broderick had the magnanimity to induce his friends
to go for Gwin and had him elected with him, and Gwin
showed his ingratitude by going at once to Washington
and securing from Buchanan the control of all the appointments
of the government in the State of California.
So when Broderick came there, there were none to give
his friends. Gwin was afterward very prominent
in the rebellion. He went out in a boat in Charleston
harbor, crying out from it his advice to Major Anderson,
advising him to surrender at the time of the attack
on Fort Sumter. (This is a matter of history that
occurred after the time of which I am writing.)
A BULL FIGHT.
There were bills posted about the city that three
of the most celebrated fighters of Mexico would have
an exhibition in the evening, and combat with animals.
As my friend and myself never had seen one we thought
we would go. It was an amphitheatre, with circular
seats about the pit, with thick planks around it,
the seats commencing about twenty feet from the bottom
of the pit. There was a door at the side of the
pit, which was raised by pulleys, which admitted the
bull. They were wild ones. Our seat was
about the fifth row back. The house was crowded
and brilliantly illuminated. Then the bull-fighters
were in the pit, one on horseback, two on foot, gorgeously
and brilliantly dressed, with swords, the blades pointed
like spears, with red flags in their hands to attract
the bull. The door was raised and the animal
came rushing in; he was a terrible one to look at.
Blinded by the lights and the scene, he rushed and
roared around the arena; I trembled in my seat, although
I was in no possible danger. The first feat of
the bull-fighters was to plant a rosette on the shoulders
of the animal with a barb implanted in his flesh,
which enraged him more, with colored ribbons, two or
three feet in length, attached to the rosette, which