him for his intrepid courage, his gentle manners, his large heart, and his unbounded benevolence.  I pitied him for his simplicity, which, while suspecting nothing wrong in others, led him to trust all who had a kind word on their lips, and made him the victim of every sharper in the country.  He was a native of Switzerland and was an officer in the Swiss Guards, in the service of the King of France, in 1823, and for some years afterwards.  In 1834, he emigrated to America, and had varied and strange adventures among the Indians at the West; in the Sandwich Islands, at Fort Vancouver, in Alaska, and along the Pacific Coast.  In July, 1839, the vessel which he was aboard of, was stranded in the harbor of San Francisco.  He then penetrated into the interior of California and founded the first white settlement in the valley of the Sacramento, on the river of that name, at the mouth of the American River, which settlement he named Helvetia.  He built a fort there and gathered around it a large number of native Indians and some white settlers.  In 1841, the Mexican government granted to him a tract of land eleven square leagues in extent; and, subsequently, a still larger concession was made to him by the Governor of the Department.  But the Governor being afterwards expelled from the country, the concession was held to be invalid.  The emigrants arriving in the country after the discovery of gold proved the ruin of his fortunes.  They squatted upon his land, denied the validity of his title, cut down his timber, and drove away his cattle.  Sharpers robbed him of what the squatters did not take, until at last he was stripped of everything; and, finally, he left the State, and for some years has been living with relatives in Pennsylvania.  Even the stipend of $2,500, which the State of California for some years allowed him, has been withdrawn, and now in his advanced years, he is almost destitute.  Yet, in his days of prosperity, he was always ready to assist others.  His fort was always open to the stranger, and food, to the value of many thousand dollars, was, every year, so long as he had the means, sent out by him for the relief of emigrants crossing the plains.  It is a reproach to California that she leaves the pioneer and hero destitute in his old age.

[1] Col.  Stevenson was born at the commencement of the century,
    and is therefore now, 1893, in his ninety-fourth year.

[2] See Exhibit A, in Appendix.

[3] See Exhibit B, in Appendix.

[4] See Exhibit C, in Appendix.

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