Meiggs subsequently turned up in Chili, where again he rose to wealth and has paid much of his San Francisco debts, but none to us.

He is now in Peru, living like a prince.
With Meiggs fell all the lumber-dealers, and many persons dealing in city scrip.

Compared with others, our loss was a trifle.

In a short time things in San Francisco resumed their wonted course, and we generally laughed at the escapade of Meiggs, and the cursing of his deluded creditors.
Shortly after our arrival in San Francisco, I rented of a Mr.
Marryat, son of the English Captain Marryat, the author, a small frame-house on Stockton Street, near Green, buying of him his furniture, and we removed to it about December 1,1853.

Close by, around on Green Street, a man named Dickey was building two small brick-houses, on ground which he had leased of Nicholson.