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ried us half a mile into the plain, left us under guard, and 
returned to plunder the house. After having been absent 
a short time, they came and conducted us back to our 
rifled home. As soon as we arrived there, a man by the 
name of Manuel Larias approached me with a drawn sword, 
and commanded me to inform him where my money was 
buried. I told him I had none. He cursed me and turn¬ 
ed away. I had some deposited in the ground, but I de¬ 
termined they should never enjoy it. After having robbed 
me of my books and papers, which were all the evidence I 
had that these very scoundrels and others were largely in¬ 
debted to me, and having taken whatever was valuable on 
my premises, and distributed it among themselves, they 
proceeded to take an inventory of what was left, as if it 
were the whole of my property ; and then put me on 
horseback and sent me to this prison. You know the rest. 
I am chained like a dog, and suffer like one.” 
Mr. Albert F. Morris, whose name appears in Graham’s 
account of his arrest, gives me some farther particulars. It 
may be well here to say, that this Morris was a British subject, 
a descendant of the former Surveyor-General of Nova Scotia 
or New Brunswick. Having strayed from friends and home, 
he found himself in California destitute of the means of liveli¬ 
hood. In this state of want he hired himself to Graham as 
a laborer in his distillery ; and was living on his premises 
in that capacity at the time of the events just related. 
u On the night of the sixth of April, 1840, when we were 
about going to bed, two persons arrived who asked for 
lodgings. Mr. Graham told them they might find quarters 
with us in the distillery. They dismounted and took bed 
with me and Mr. Barton; and Messrs. Graham and his 
partner Neil took their bed in the house, about thirty 
yards distant from us. 
u Nothing occurred to disturb us until about three o’clock 
in the morning, when, being awakened by a loud knocking at 
the distillery door, I sprang out of my bed, and asked who 
