The proceedings of the week
  Visit from Mr. Larkin
  What will the Government do? 
  What “enough” is
  San Francisco
  Houses and ships deserted
  A captain and ship without a crew
  A ship without a crew or captain
  Wages, newspapers, and shovels
  The Attorney-General to the King of the Sandwich Islands
  Something for the lawyers
  Gold-diggers by moonlight
  Mr. Larkin’s departure
  Provisions run short
  Seek a supply at Salter’s
  Good luck
  Diggings’ law
  Provisions arrive
  A wagon wanted
  Arrival of Californians and their families
  Gay dresses and coquettish manners
  Fandangos
  El Jarabe
  The waltz
  Lookers-on and dancers
  Coffee, and something stronger
  No more Sunday work
  Jose and the saints
  The Virgin Mary cheated
  Contemplated migration.

June 18th, Sunday.—­The proceedings of the past week have been but a repetition of those of the week previous, the amount of gold dust realised being rather greater, and amounting on an average to very nearly sixteen ounces per day.  Cradles are now in use everywhere around us; nevertheless, the numbers who stand in the water washing with tin or wooden bowls do not appear to be diminished.

On the evening of Thursday we were visited by a gentleman from Monterey, a Mr. Larkin, who, I believe, is connected with the States Government, and who has arrived in the diggings with the view of making a report to the authorities at Washington.  Don Luis immediately recognised him, and invited him to spend the evening and night in our tent.  We were very anxious to hear the news from the coast, and Mr. Larkin in turn was very anxious to pick up all the information he could get respecting the diggings.  Don Luis says he is a man of large fortune, so his tour is purely one of inspection, and not with any eye to business.  We made him as comfortable as we could; Lacosse exerted himself in the manufacture of the coffee in honour of our guest, and we had several hours of interesting conversation.

Mr. Larkin said he had no idea what steps the Government at Washington would take with reference to the “placer.”  “It can’t matter much to you, gentlemen,” observed he, “for although there can be no doubt of its being upon public territory, still, before any instructions can be received from Washington, the great body of the diggers and washers here will be enriched to their heart’s content, if a man ever does feel contented with any amount of wealth.”—­“Your observation,” exclaimed Malcolm, “puts me in mind of a story which my father used to tell of a farmer, a friend of his, who once took his rent, the odd money short, to an old miserly landlord rolling in wealth.  He was asked by him why he had not brought the full amount.  ‘Why,’ replied the farmer, ’I thought you had enough.’—­’Enough!’ said the miser; ’do you know what enough is?  I’ll tell you—­Enough is something more than a man hath!’”