They took a building on Clay Street, near Front, fortified it, employed guards and armed sentinels, sat in midnight council, issued writs of arrest and banishment, and utterly ignored all authority but their own.

A good many men were banished and forced to leave the country, but they were of that class we could well spare.

Yankee Sullivan, a prisoner in their custody, committed suicide, and a feeling of general insecurity pervaded the city.

Business was deranged; and the Bulletin, then under control of Tom King, a brother of James, poured out its abuse on some of our best men, as well as the worst.

Governor Johnson, being again appealed to, concluded to go to work regularly, and telegraphed me about the 1st of June to meet him at General Wool's headquarters at Benicia that night.