Folsom was a classmate of mine, had come out with Stevenson's regiment as quartermaster, and was at the time the chief-quartermaster of the department.

His office was in the old custom-horse standing at the northwest corner of the Plaza.

He had hired two warehouses, the only ones there at the time, of one Liedsdorff, the principal man of Yerba Buena, who also owned the only public-house, or tavern, called the City Hotel, on Kearney Street, at the southeast corner of the Plaza.

I stopped with Folsom at Mrs.Grimes's, and he sent my horse, as also the other three when Barnes had got in after dark, to a coral where he had a little barley, but no hay.

At that time nobody fed a horse, but he was usually turned out to pick such scanty grass as he could find on the side-hills.