We landed, and, as Kearney held to my arm in ascending the steep path up the bluff, he remarked to himself, rather than to me, that it was strange that Fremont did not want to return north by the Lexington on account of sea-sickness, but preferred to go by land over five hundred miles.

The younger officers had been discussing what the general would do with Fremont, who was supposed to be in a state of mutiny.

Some, thought he would be tried and shot, some that he would be carried back in irons; and all agreed that if any one else than Fremont had put on such airs, and had acted as he had done, Kearney would have shown him no mercy, for he was regarded as the strictest sort of a disciplinarian.

We had a pleasant ride across the plain which lies between the seashore and Los Angeles, which we reached in about three hours, the infantry following on foot.

We found Colonel P.St.George Cooke living at the house of a Mr.Pryor, and the company of dragoons, with A.J.
Smith, Davidson, Stoneman, and Dr.Griffin, quartered in an adobe-house close by.