This interview with Dona Teresa put the lonely and disgruntled officer in such a good frame of mind that when he met Teresita in the hallway, he forgot to look behind her ears.
He only noted, this time, that she was “extremely graceful and pretty.”
The magic of the Hartnell home was working even on Lieutenant Wise, who had been correct in his surmise.
A little daughter named Margerita Amelia was born to Dona Teresa and Don Guillermo on February 22, 1847.
Mission records show that this was the seventeenth Hartnell offspring (even the mother lost count occasionally).
Four sons had already died.
Another, the little Nathaniel who had been born at Alisal in 1840, died shortly after his seventh birthday, cause unknown.
In those days a child’s death was regarded as truly an act of God as his birth.
Pediatrics, like birth control, was a science yet to be discovered.
Don Guillermo spent the remainder year 1847 and early 1848 making a selection, translation, and digest in English of such Mexican laws as were “supposed to be still in force and adapted to the present condition in California.”
As various sections were finished, the Americans posted copies prominently in all the pueblos of Alta California.
But Governor Mason (relieving Kearney while the general went to Washington for further instruction in occupation) planned in addition that the digest be printed by the government press in San Francisco and distributed in greater numbers than ever had been possible in the past.
Besides his task of legal selection and translation, Hartnell continued to edit the Spanish section of the Monterey Californian (moved to San Francisco in May 1847).
He enjoyed such work, but soon was roused from his scholarly abstraction by news from the north that gold had been discovered at New Helvetia by James Marshall, while building a sawmill for Captain Sutter.
Don Guillermo rode to the capital from Alisal, to sort out facts from rumors.
Everyone seemed similarly engaged, and work was suspended.
Finally, the alcalde sent a messenger all the way to Sutter’s Fort, to seek the truth.
Two weeks later, when the man rode into the Monterey plaza, he had to force his way through a crush of Californians and their conquerors.
In Colton’s own words:
‘As he drew forth the yellow lumps from his pockets and passed them around among the crowd, the doubts which had lingered till now fled. . . . . .
‘The excitement produced was intense and many were soon busy with their hasty preparations for departure to the mines.
‘The blacksmith dropped his hammer, the carpenter his plane, the mason his trowel, the farmer his sickle, the baker his loaf and the tapster his bottle.
‘All were off for the mines, some on horses, some on crutches, and one went in a litter.’
THE LIVES OF WILLIAM HARTNELL
PEACEMAKER: Pages 282 – 283
Susanna Bryant Dakin
Stanford University Press 1949


