This let the curtain down for the night and the bull went back to the hills with the rope.  I returned to San Francisco, went back in the morning, hunted up my man and mustangs, mounted and went into the hills again for my bull.  This was a bully ride, I enjoyed it hugely, found our game about noon, picked up the rope with the bull on the end of it.  He was still wild and full of resistance.  He was the hardest fellow of his size that I ever attempted to handle.  We made our way back to the landing, found the boat waiting.  I called the boat hands to help put him on board.  They came.  I put one at his head, one on each side and one behind, and they all had as much as they wanted to keep control of him.  Finally he was made fast on the boat.  While on our way to San Francisco a lady from the upper deck called down to me, saying, “I will give you one hundred dollars for that bull.”  I said, “No, madam, you cannot have him, he is going into the country for business.”

After landing in San Francisco I had to take him from one wharf to another so as to take the Vacaville boat.  I got a job wagon and the boat hands to take him out and tie the fellow to the hind axle of the wagon and then go by his side to the other boat.  We fastened him securely to a stanchion and tagged to his destination.  This relieved me of any further responsibility.  I saw him about three years later in Vacaville.  He was a fine large fellow with all the fire in his eye that he had in his younger days.  He had a large ring in his nose with a chain running from it to the end of each horn.  Now as my readers have had the bear story, and now the bull story, they will excuse me on those two subjects.

Admission Day 1875.

Another event that might be of interest and worthy of reciting here on account of the many noted personages that partook in the celebration was the ceremonies connected with the 25th anniversary of the admission of California as a State into the Union, September 9, 1875.

The principal places of business, banks and offices were all closed and the buildings and streets were gaily bedecked with flags and bunting.  The “bear flag” being in evidence everywhere.  The shipping presented a pretty sight, the vessels seeming to outvie each other in their efforts to display the greatest amount of bunting and flags.

One of the features of the day was the parade.  The procession started from in front of the Hall of the Pioneers on Montgomery street north of Jackson, marched along Montgomery to Market, to Eleventh, to Mission and thence to Woodward’s Gardens, where the exercises were held.  When opposite the Lick House, James Lick, the honored president of the society, who reviewed the passing pioneers from his rooms, was given a rousing salute by each of the delegations as they passed.  In this parade were members of the pioneer organizations from Sacramento, Stockton, Marysville, Vallejo, Sonoma, Marin, Napa, Mendocino, Lake and Placerville, as well as the parent organization of San Francisco.