I rode to Stockton with Mr. Olmsted in his private carriage, carrying $28,000 in gold bullion—quite a load.
Gardner and I spent a few days on the Mariposa Estate, looking at its mines and mills, but I will give no description. It is a tremendous estate.
[W]e all met again at Mariposa. [Here] we got a carriage, put a bed in it, and King and Dick got [Hoffmann] to Stockton…
At last, [today], we four started to carry [Hoffmann] ourselves. We made a litter and put a bed on it and started. The trail was so narrow that only two could carry at once. The trail led over a hill over six thousand feet high, and he grew heavier and heavier mile by mile, but it was successful. Gardner and I returned for our animals, while King and Dick went on….
I got back to Clark’s Ranch [today] and found Hoffmann no better. He was anxious to get where he could get medical advice. We tried to get Chinamen to carry him to Mariposa, for we [are] twelve miles from a wagon road.
Came on to Little Yosemite Valley above the Nevada Falls where we lunched. Then Cunningham and Olmsted went around while John and I came down over the Nevada Falls and got to camp long after dark tired enuogh. Found all well.
Very cold. Fourteen degrees in the morning after sunrise. Started back and at the Soda Springs met Mr. St. John’s party. They all visited Mt. Dana yesterday and all the party reached the top. Among the rest were a child, a little girl six years old and a man 69 years old and lame. We then crossed the river and struck onto the Mariposa Trail, a very rough trail indeed. The view of Cathedral Peak from the west is peculiarly fine indeed. Passed several pretty little lakes and finally camped and set fire to a great dense tree which burned very fine. Night very cold and clear.