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Thus ends one of the most successful and eventful years of my life.</p><p>January-December, 1863.</p><p>My position is agreeable and my mode of living simple. I roomed first at J. M. Griffith's house, then at Nordholdt's and board at Dockweiler's adobe inn, the "Lafayette," for thirty dollars a month.</p><p>A great shock to me and to the many concerned was the explosion of the SS. "Ada Hancock" at Wilmington. Loss of twenty-nine lives, ship totally wrecked. This happened on April 27th, 1863. Mr. Banning himself was on board of the vessel at the time of the explosion and was thought to have been dangerously wounded. He sent me word by express to come to his aid at once, <pageinfo><controlpgno>332</controlpgno>
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whereupon I obtained leave of absence from my superior officer County Clerk Shore and hastened to the spot. O, horrors of horrors! Among the dead whose memory I shall ever honor were:</p><p>W. T. B. Sanford, Banning's partner and brother-in-law.</p><p>Capt. Joe. Bryant of the SS. "Ada Hancock."</p><p>Thos. Workman, Bookkeeper.</p><p>Dr. H. R. Myles, Louis Schlesinger.</p><p>Robt. Johnston, son of Gen. Sydney Johnston.</p><p>Capt. Seely and many others.</p><p>Among the wounded were: The indefatigable Phineas Banning, Mrs. Banning and her mother, Mrs. Sanford; Miss M. Hereford and many others. Of the about fifty persons who happened to be on board but three or four escaped injury, among them the engineer, Clark, and the fireman. The wreck sank immediately.</p><p>On my arrival at San Pedro I found my beloved friend and employer unable to concentrate his mind, and I at once realized that I had to take matters into my own hands, which task I did not underrate. The large business needed a most competent leader in times of complete calm, and was now so shaken in its very details that confusion seemed to reign supreme. In addition to this, the many able hands that lay helpless in death, and the sight of the many noble men whose hearts beat no more actually dazed me.</p><p>When I entered the large warehouse, so well known to me, I found it partly turned into a morgue, as more than twelve bodies had already been brought in and stretched out on primitive frames. In some cases it was impossible to recognize them, as even the very features were distorted or torn to pieces. My first duty was, of course, to put order into the interrupted course of business. With a number of good men I started the routine work of assorting a few tons of freight in the warehouse, where the victims had found a temporary resting place. Gruesome as the task was, we tried our best to clear the cloudy sky, but whenever a new body was brought in <pageinfo><controlpgno>334</controlpgno>
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from the shore and we recognized the well known figure of some honest co-worker, our hearts grew weak and work went on slowly. Then came calls from mourning friends, whose piercing cries would melt the coldest hearts. One by one they finally were laid to rest--and may they rest in peace!</p><p>Slowly I succeeded in bringing order into the chaos; and when all Wilmington rejoiced with me in the recovery of the revered Phineas Banning, I was able to make satisfactory report. Though it was my employer's wish that I should remain as bookkeeper, I declined on account of the political disagreements of the past and reentered my former position at the county clerk's office. Mr. Banning generously offered me five hundred dollars for my services, of which I accepted only two hundred that sum representing my regular salary.<anchor ID="n12-3">*</anchor>
</p><note anchor.ids="n12-3">Dear reader! Do you read through these lines the story of this man's noble heart? There were widows and orphans who needed the money more than he. And their blessing went with him.--Translator.</note>
<p>The beginning of June found me again at my desk in the county courthouse from eight a.m. to five p.m., except when urgent business claimed my evening hours, which seldom happened. My only real companion in leisure hours is Dr. Theodor Wollweber,<anchor ID="n12-4">*</anchor>
with whom I discuss current and past events. Thus ended another year.</p><note anchor.ids="n12-4">Dr. Wollweber preceded the author into the realms above: it was he, who translated the interesting <hi rend="italics">mining letters from Long-Bar--Yuba River--dated 1852-3</hi>
. A strong, manly character, he soon recognized in the author a man, whose companion ship was worth cultivating. Strong characters often differ, so did these; mutual respect, however, paved the way to a close, lasting friendship.--J.C.B.</note>
<p>July 31st, 1864.</p><p>The new year brought changes in the county administration, the result of the Fall election. My new chief, T. D. Mott, kindly confirmed my former appointment, so that my position seems secure for the present.</p><pageinfo><controlpgno>335</controlpgno>