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Title: Narrative of Edward McGowan, including a full account of the author's adventures and perils while persecuted by the San Francisco Vigilance Committee of 1856 ..
Year: 1857 (1850s)
Authors: McGowan, Edward, 1813-1893
Subjects: San Francisco Committee of Vigilance of 1856
Publisher: San Francisco, The author
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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eaves, and, throwingmyself upon it, I fervently thanked God for his kindness tome in my wretchedness, and enjoyed a sweet and untroub-led sleep until morning. When I awoke I found that mylabor of yesterday had been rewarded by a beautiful littlespring, which during the night had become full of clearcold water. I took a delicious draught of it and thenwashed myself and sat down to eat the slim remnants ofmy beef tongue and bread. I now bethought me that adesperate attempt must be made to get out of the moun-tains, otherwise, my provisions being exhausted, I shouldhave only escaped death by thirst to perish by starvation.Accordingly, I cut two long slim poles with my knife,and tying them across each other firmly, with a piece of myhandkerchief, I made a cross and hung it on a small leaflesstree that stood near the spot, so that in the event anyother poor hunted fugitive should find himself lost anddying in those mountains, he might see by the cross that 128 NARRATIVE OF EDT7ARD MCGOWAN.
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NARRATIVE OF EDWARD MCGOWAN. 129 some one had been there, and find the water. I well knewthat none but the persecuted and pursued would ever havebusiness in those grim solitudes. I cut the initials of myname on the tree on which I had hung the cross, christen-ed the place St. Peters Spring, and commenced mydoubtful attempt to get out of the mountain. After partlywalking and partly crawling on my hands and knees throughthe chapparal, for nearly two hours, I heard a distantsound like the falling of water. I immediately turned inthe direction from which the sound came, and in abouttwenty minutes more, during which I was continually de-scending into a canon, I came to a large mountain streamI looked up it and the scene was very picturesque. Itcame roaring and dashing on for some distance above me,between two bold and rugged walls of rock, leaping fromcrag to crag in a succession of beautiful cascades, keepingcontinually wet with their glittering spray the leaves of thebushes that overhung

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