The Infamous Black Bird Southern Oregon History, Revised

Sarah Pellet

    A newcomer [to San Francisco] in the person of Miss Sarah Pellet, M.D., late of Oberlin College, was determined to lecture on "Women's Rights, and How to Secure Them." She did. But Miss Pellet's delivery was a cross between a robin's twitter and the wild roar of a queen bee. There were seven paid admissions at her second lecture. . . .
    Miss Sarah Pellet, smarting in obscurity, came out with a brilliant idea. She wanted to bring "5000 respectable, marriageable New England girls" to California. One editor admitted the idea to be a honey--but "doubted that our angular visitor could discover 5000 shapely damsels willing to follow her."
Julian Dana, The Man Who Built San Francisco, New York 1936, pages 87 and 90

    "WOMAN'S RIGHTS.''--Miss Pellet commences her lectures in San Francisco this evening. She will probably deliver several lectures on Political Reform, and may hereafter lecture on Temperance, at the request of the "Sons" [the Sons of Temperance].
Sacramento Daily Union, September 29, 1854, page 2

    MISS PELLET'S LECTURE.--Miss Sarah Pellet, of Syracuse, N.Y., will give a lecture this evening at Musical Hall, on "Political Reform: The Means of Securing It." The subject is one which is certainly of interest at the present time in California. Whether Miss Pellet can throw any light upon it is another question, but she is said to be a woman of considerable intellectual power, a clear mind, and a pleasing address. Mere curiosity to hear a woman lecture will probably of itself draw a full house. Miss Pellet is a graduate of Oberlin College, and is, we believe, a regularly educated physician.
Daily Alta California, San Francisco, September 29, 1854, page 2

    MISS PELLET'S LECTURE ON POLITICAL REFORM.--The announcement that a lecture on "Political Reform: The Means of Securing It," would be delivered at Musical Hall last evening, by Miss Sarah Pellet, drew together not a very large, but a very intellectual audience, who appeared to have gone partly from curiosity and partly from an evident disposition to encourage the listener. About eight o'clock, Miss Pellet was introduced to the audience by A. Williams, Esq. She placed herself behind a pulpit-looking arrangement which was placed on the stage, and which only permitted her head to be exhibited to the audience. She is a woman apparently about thirty years of age, small and neat-looking, and wearing spectacles.
    We suppose that when a woman enters upon the arena of politics, and becomes a public lecturer, she expects to subject herself to the same criticism that would be called out by a lecture from one of the opposite sex. Throwing entirely aside the question of the propriety of women becoming public lecturers, we must say that Miss Pellet does not seem to possess any of the qualifications for an interesting lecturer. Her address was written, and, in reading it she appeared to find great difficulty, until her constant repetitions and haltings became painful to the audience. Her voice is not pleasant, and her manner of delivery anything but agreeable. Her lecture seemed to be made up of very commonplace remarks, was of a very rambling and discursive nature, without any particular point to it, and was either so far above or beneath the comprehension of the audience that nobody appeared to be able to understand what she was driving at. It was very dull and very prosy, and not at all relieved by two or three long articles read from the columns of a New York Tribune about three years old. Without now saying anything about lectures by women generally, we must say that we think Miss Pellet has decidedly mistaken her profession, and that her reformatory plans can be prosecuted to much better advantage with her pen than in the forum.
Daily Alta California, San Francisco, October 7, 1854, page 6

    Our citizens had the pleasure of listening to a temperance lecture last evening, in the new Town Hall, delivered by Miss Sarah Pellet. The audience was quite large and paid the most respectful attention to the fair lecturer. Miss Pellet is a tolerably fair speaker, her articulation very distinct, her points and illustrations quite apropos, and by her pleasing but modest style will doubtless effect much good for the cause of temperance reform in her peregrinations through the mines of California. It is a subject of the highest importance to the mass of our population. A lady lecturer can at any time attract a large crowd and make a more durable impression than a man, and I do hope that Miss Pellet will not cease in her work of temperance reform until her idol--the Maine prohibitory liquor law--shall become the law of the land.
"Placer County Correspondence," Sacramento Daily Union, December 29, 1854, page 3

    Miss Sarah Pellet, the amiable and talented young lady who is now lecturing through the state on the subject of temperance, honored the citizens of Gold Hill with a lecture on the evening of the 11th inst. She spoke one hour and a half; during the whole time she was listened to with great interest. She is a young lady calculated to gain the admiration of all who may feel interested enough in the good cause of temperance to hear her lecture. She is very prepossessing in her manners and appearance, is thoroughly acquainted with her subject, acting as a powerful agent in bringing about a reformation in a state where reformation is much needed. We hope Miss Pellet will honor us with another visit.
"Placer County Correspondence," Sacramento Daily Union, March 19, 1855, page 2

    MISS PELLET ON TEMPERANCE.--The spacious Assembly chamber of the Capitol was filled last evening with ladies, legislators and citizens generally convened to listen to a lecture by the well-known female advocate of temperance, Miss Pellet. At the outset of her remarks the fair championess appeared to be somewhat disconcerted, but as she waxed warm in her subject regained her self-possession, which she retained to the close of her address. This lady is evidently an enthusiast in the cause of temperance, and she certainly treated her subject sensibly and fairly. Miss Pellet spoke ex tempore, and her manner, though mild, is earnest and impressive. Her ideas are clothed in handsome language, and her grammar as well as pronunciation are scrupulously correct.
Sacramento Daily Union, March 21, 1855, page 2

    TEMPERANCE.--Miss Sarah Pellet, the distinguished female lecturer on Temperance, delivered a lecture on Saturday evening to a large and respectable audience, in the Town Hall, Washington. On Sunday morning she started on horseback for Cache Creek, Yolo County, to deliver another lecture at that place pursuant to appointment. Miss Pellet was escorted on her journey by R. H. Basket, County Clerk of Yolo, who, we understand, is already or is about to become a convert to the cause.
Sacramento Daily Union, April 24, 1855, page 3

    Miss Pellet's lecture last evening was attended by a large and respectable audience. Her theme was pressed with a modest, graceful, and, at times, eloquent manner, although the argument was somewhat disconnected. She is evidently deeply impressed with the importance of her subject, and occasionally her countenance speaks the zealousness of her mind. On the whole, the subject was handled with some ability. Miss Pellet will deliver another lecture this evening at the City Hall.--San Joaquin Republican, 28th.
Daily Alta California, San Francisco, April 30, 1855, page 2

    MISS PELLET AT WHISKEY CREEK.--Miss Pellet has lately been lecturing on temperance at Whiskey Creek, Shasta County. It is to be hoped that all who assisted in christening the place were present, albeit "out of their element."
Sacramento Daily Union, June 11, 1855, page 2

    We give Calvin B. McDonald's account of this fatal meeting, as published by the Sacramento Record-Union in 1879. It is as vivid a picture as he ever drew. Calvin B. McDonald was assistant editor of the Evening Journal in 1860-61; later editor of D. O. McCarthy's American Flag, 1865-66. He was sometimes called "The Triple Thunderer." We were city editor of the Examiner when Dickens died, and the editor-in-chief, B. F. Washington, consented to the employment of McDonald specially to write an editorial on Dickens. This was in 1870. Not long afterwards, the two editors became personal enemies and waged war upon each other in their editorial columns. Both have been dead for many years.
    "In 1855 there came to this state a female temperance lecturer, Miss Sarah Pellet, a friend of Lucy Stone Blackwell, Antoinette Brown and that confederation of lady reformers. She was young, intelligent, good-looking and pure, and will be kindly remembered by many who shall read this sketch. The writer of this was then conducting the Sierra Citizen at Downieville, and Miss Pellet having been scurrilously referred to by certain other papers, she there found defenders, came to Downieville, and we became fast friends. Through her exertions a large and flourishing division of the Sons of Temperance was there established, and all the respectable young men temporarily stopped drinking and became enthusiastic advocates of total abstinence. A temperance Fourth of July celebration was projected, and we nominated our friend, Miss Pellet, to make the oration, and notwithstanding a strong prejudice against women orators, succeeded in procuring her the coveted invitation. A short time before that Mr. Robert Tevis, a promising young lawyer, and a brother of Lloyd Tevis, of San Francisco, who had come there to run for Congress, joined the Temperance Division, and was anxious to make the speech in order to present himself favorably to the public. He was hard to be put off, and was never reconciled to the disappointment, though, to pacify his opposition to the lady speaker, he was appointed to read the Declaration of Independence, with the privilege of making some remarks on the illustrious document. The glorious Fourth shone brightly on two or three thousand people. The celebration began with a salvo of all the anvils in town; the primitive band blew the blast of freedom through patriotic brass, and Mr. Tevis, having read, began to comment on the Declaration in a long speech, greatly to the displeasure of the gallant sons. In order to terminate his misappropriate oration, the anvils were set to firing with such a thundering and consecutive noise that nothing else could be heard, and Mr. Tevis, being very angry, gave way for the orator and sat down. The event made a great deal of talk, and brought the ambitious young man into very unpleasant notoriety instead of fame. The Democratic Party had procured the use of two columns of the local paper, and had appointed as editor the Hon. Charles E. Lippincott, State Senator from Yuba County. Lippincott had a keen appreciation of the ludicrous, and as Tevis was a Know-Nothing, he took occasion to roast the unfortunate young man in the Democratic corner of the paper, and it created a great deal of fun in the town. The next day Mr. Tevis came to me--I had no jurisdiction in the Democratic side of the paper--and demanded the publication of a card which pronounced the author of Lippincott's article "a liar and a slanderer." He was white with rage, and trembling, and would not be reasoned with. Knowing the nature of his antagonist and his deadly skill with arms, I tried to dissuade Tevis from the rash and dangerous publication, and dwelt on the inevitable consequence. But he would hear nothing; he wanted to fight, he said, and would fight, in the street or otherwise; and if the card was not published he would consider it an act of hostility to himself; and so the unconscious type gave out the fatal impress, and a challenge from Lippincott followed promptly, and was as promptly accepted. The difficulty took a political shape--Democrats and Know-Nothings--though some leading Democrats did their best to prevent the meeting. Both belligerents belonged to the order of Odd Fellows, but as neither was a member of the local lodge, no direct authority could be imposed, though the good brethren kept in session all night devising means to prevent the encounter. Several times the difficulty was supposed to be settled, but as often it would be renewed by certain chivalric vagabonds, who seemed eager to see bloodshed when not flowing from their own veins. Morning came; the forenoon passed. The peacemakers, having been so often baffled, gave up their humane exertions, and it was understood that the fight would come off that afternoon. In the meantime the principals and their friends had gone to the wood, the public not knowing when or where, and the sheriff was in pursuit. The dueling ground had been selected some six miles from town, on a flat near the top of the lofty hills of Sierra County, where never a bird sings and where the somber fir trees spread their eternal pall, but when nearly ready for their sanguinary proceedings the sheriff and his posse were descried on a distant eminence, and the dueling party moved into an adjacent county, beyond the jurisdiction of the pursuers. There another arena was prepared, and the great act of the tragedy was ready to come on. In the meanwhile the principals had been away with their seconds in opposite directions, practicing with double-barreled shotguns, loaded with ball, at forty yards--the weapons and distance agreed on--and I was afterward told that each had broken a bottle at the word. Lippincott was a low, heavy-set man with light hair, piercing black eyes, deliberate and resolute in his speech, and with that peculiar physical structure indicating steadiness and self-possession. He was the son of a clergyman in Illinois and was exemplary in his habits, except the ordinary drinking of that time, was highly cultivated in mind, and was an exceedingly good humorous and sentimental writer. He declared he did not wish to kill his adversary, to whom he had never spoken in person, did not want to fight if it could be avoided, but the nature of the public insult and the customs of the time compelled him to send the challenge. During a previous winter he had been engaged in hunting deer and bear and was known to be a remarkably good woodsman. In making his choice of weapons, Tevis unknowingly selected those with which his adversary was most familiar, double-barreled shotguns, carrying ounce balls. Mr. Tevis was a tall, spare man, of a highly nervous and excitable temperament. He came from Kentucky and possessed the ideas of chivalry and honor prevailing at the South, and was an excellent sporting marksman, but too little skilled in woodcraft to know that in shooting downhill one should aim low, else he will overreach the mark. He was possessed of good natural abilities but was somewhat eccentric in manner, and did not possess the element of popularity. In walking out with him on the evening before the meeting I observed his manner was abstracted and his speech confused and faltering as he talked of his solemn situation, but his courage and resolution were unwavering, and he seemed absolutely athirst to spill the blood of the one who had made him the object of mortifying ridicule. This was our last interview and his last night upon earth; and the pale, ghost-like face, as it then appeared in the twilight when he walked under the frowning hills and beside the resounding river, hangs in my memory to this day. I had seen the bounding deer sink down before the aim of his iron-nerved antagonist, and felt then that he was a doomed man walking the lonely outskirts of the world. The combatants took their places, forty yards apart; the ground was a little sloping, and the highest situation fell to the lot of Tevis. The sun was going down upon the peace and happiness of two families far away, and upon a brilliant young man's ambition and life. As his second walked away he turned toward Tevis and laid his finger on his own breast, as an indication where to aim, and Lippincott observed the gesture and fixed his eyes on the same place. The word was given; both guns cracked at the same instant. Tevis sank down, shot directly through the heart, and a lock of hair fell from near Lippincott's ear. The fallen man had not made the necessary allowance for descending ground, and his murderous lead had passed directly over his adversary's left shoulder, grazing his face. His wound was frightful, as though it had been bored through with an auger, and the ground was horrible with its sanguine libation. The survivor and his friends took their departure, and the dead man was temporarily buried in that lonely place, which in the gathering twilight seemed like the chosen abode of the genius of solitude. On the following day the body was taken up, properly enclosed, packed on a mule to Downieville, and interred in the bleak hillside cemetery. The funeral was very large and demonstrative, and seemed to be a death rite performed by the Know-Nothing Party, and although the duel had been fair enough, according to the murderous code, the better class of citizens regarded Tevis as the victim of that fell and devilish spirit which has stained the history of our state with human blood. Lippincott fled to Nevada; and when he afterward returned to Downieville he felt himself like another Ishmael. Old friends extended their hands reluctantly, and then the man of sensibility felt that he was overshadowed by that voiceless, noiseless, horrible thing which made a coward of Macbeth. Miss Pellet, regarding herself as the innocent cause of the duel, stood courageously by her friend, visited him in his exile, exerted all her personal influence to reconcile public opinion to the survivor, and behaved altogether like a brave, true-hearted woman, as she was and still is, in her fancied mission of reform. After completing his term in the State Senate, Mr. Lippincott returned to his home in Illinois, to find his reverend father dying. I heard that his son's connection with the fatal duel broke the good man's heart, and he died. At the outbreak of the war, Lippincott joined the Union army, distinguished himself in battle by his reckless daring, and became a Brigadier General. He was afterward the Republican State Auditor of Illinois. If this brief sketch should come to the attention of his personal or political friends, let them know that his career in California was distinguished and honorable; that he was respected and beloved by his acquaintances, and that his unhappy entanglement in the duel resulted from his position and the prevailing spirit of border life. At that time a politician who would have suffered himself to be published a liar and a slanderer, without prompt resentment, would have been considered as disgraced by most of his fellow citizens. Mr. Lippincott was an intimate friend and strong supporter of the late Senator Broderick, and was by him regarded as his ablest advocate and partisan. Miss Pellet went to Oregon, and there, while a gallant settler went to pilot and protect her through the wilderness, the savages came upon and murdered his family and burnt his house. So did disaster seem to follow the poor girl. Afterward she returned across the plains to the East, and I have lately heard of her at a woman suffrage convention in Syracuse. Her temperance division at Downieville has melted away; some of her cold-water converts are dead; others have been separated from their families by the foul fiend whom she almost drove from the place, and one remains to be the brief historian of her memorable and melancholy campaign. And so swiftly turns the whirligig of time."
Oscar T. Shuck, ed., History of the Bench and Bar of California, 1901, pages 238-240.

    MISS SARAH PELLET, the lecturer on temperance, woman's rights, &c., came up a passenger on the Columbia, bound for Portland, O.T. We had the pleasure of a few minutes conversation with the fair professor and learned that it was her intention to visit Oregon, and to return via Jacksonville to this place in time for the steamer in the latter part of next month.
Crescent City Herald, September 26, 1855, page 2    Miss Pellet's plans must have changed, as she was in the Rogue Valley on October 9.

Correspondence of the N.Y. Tribune
        San Francisco, Monday, Oct. 15, 1855.
    Having passed through Oregon, from Portland to Jacksonville and out to Crescent City, within the last eighteen days--leaving Jacksonville and Fort Lane a week ago this morning--I may give you as authentic intelligence as you will receive from any source. Before leaving Willamette Valley old residents of the country remarked the smokiness of the atmosphere, telling us it was less smoky in 1853, when the Rogue River war was in progress. They said the mountain atmosphere was very clear when there were no fires in the mountains, and that these fires were kindled by the Indians as war signals, and they feared a general outbreak. But all seemed quiet as we passed on through the Umpqua and out by the cañon--which would be a terrible place to encounter a band of desperate red men, it being the worst pass for a wagon road I ever saw--and on through Rogue River Valley. Yet the people were apprehensive of danger as we neared Jacksonville, for the report of the attack on wagoners in California, near the Oregon line, had reached the valley, and the memory of 1853 revived.
    At Jacksonville the excitement was intense. The report was believed that Gen. Wool had come up from California for the purpose of prosecuting the war; that he had recommended the organization of volunteer companies, and given the soldiers at Fort Lane permission to volunteer, which they had immediately done to the number of sixty, under command of Col. Alston. At Sterling, the same day, Sunday, Oct. 7, a volunteer company was made up under command of Smiley Harris, and I came to Jacksonville toward evening. They were to meet a company from Bear River, and another from Butte Creek, and before morning attack on Butte Creek some of John's Indians--about twelve in number--who, with others to the number of twenty-five, had been stopping several days in the same place, and could be easily surrounded and cut off. John's men had long been lawless, and it was hoped they would now be destroyed. We breakfasted on Monday at Fort Lane, after a ten miles' morning ride from Jacksonville, and then learned that General Wool was not there, nor was he expected; that the volunteer companies were not authorized by the officers at the fort, and the soldiers were all there--two companies, one hundred and fourteen each. Capt. Smith, our host, pointed to eight or ten Indian women and children, who had come to the fort for protection about daybreak. The men at the fort had heard firing a little while before, and soon learned that the volunteer companies had not found the company of John's tribe, as they expected, for John's men had heard of the intended attack and gone off upon the reservation. The volunteers then went to a rancheria, containing at the time two men, and women and children to make up a dozen, fired into it, killing one old woman and slightly wounding another. [The actual toll of the Lupton massacre was much higher.] The woman killed was Sam's mother, and the company were Sam's Indians. This Sam was chief of perhaps a hundred men, whom the Shasta Indians had long tried to induce to join them against the whites, but Sam had hitherto refused. Whether this outrage would induce him to turn, Capt. Smith did not know. He thought whatever lawlessness the Indians committed, the whites were the aggressors, as in this instance. He said if John's men had been cut off it would have been unjust, for they had been peaceably fishing and drying salmon for several days, and he did not think they had hostile intentions. I left the fort in company with Mrs. Wagoner, from whose house, thirty miles from Jacksonville, she had attended me on Saturday. [Mrs. Wagoner would be killed the next day.] Mr. Rosenstock, our escort, and Dr. Drew of Jacksonville, and Judge Deady, also joined us at the fort, and were going to the Willamette Valley, and the latter to his home. He had been holding court as district judge at Jacksonville. It was his opinion that the movements of the volunteers might arouse the Indians to desperation, and that a general attack was to be feared. We called at the house of Dr. Ambrose, the Indian agent, who had an engagement with the judge to attend him to the Willamette; but when we called he had just received a summons from the fort to go there directly. Judge Deady bid him good morning, and told him to come on to Mr. Wagoner's, where he would spend the night, and go on with him in the morning. As we proceeded we heard a report that one or two hundred Indians, armed and mostly mounted, were on the road down the valley, the way we were going; also that a horse and a keg of whiskey had been stolen on Saturday night from the premises of Mr. Wagoner, and that he had sent after and recovered them by some of George's Indians, whose encampment was near his house. On reaching our destination, and indeed all along the road, we found at every house renewed fear of the Indians. But George's tribe were about Mr. Wagoner's house, nor did he seem to feel in danger. One of these friendly Indians came to him in the night and told him that a keg of whiskey had been stolen, and he hired him to bring it back. Sunday morning he found that a fine horse belonging to a Dr. Carpenter of Sacramento, who was traveling for pleasure through the country, had been taken from the house. One of George's men was hired to go after it, and succeeded in bringing it back, but its shoulders were swollen with hard riding. All was quiet here, however. At 8 next day Dr. Drew and Judge Deady went on. I waited for attendance toward Crescent City, taking my horse, which I had left here to recruit. At 10½ o'clock, Mr. Wagoner could go with me. I had tried to obtain a little Indian girl for guide, but her mother was afraid to let her go, she said. When we left the house, Mr. Wagoner and her little girl, six years of age, were the only whites; but a half dozen of George's Indians were there round the door. They had breakfasted at Mr. W.'s table, which they often did. Mrs. W. could talk the Chinook with them as well as any of them, and did not fear to be left. When we were a half mile or more from the house I heard a musket report, and asked Mr. W. what it meant. He said it was one of George's men shooting game--said they were good shots. I heard another report, but thought no more of it. We rode by a blind trail to Vannoy's ferry, where I was to take a good wagon road and could go alone. We found Mr. Vannoy much excited. A man came past an hour and a half before, saying that he took breakfast at Mr. Jones', four miles from Mr. Wagoner's, on the Jacksonville road, and after breakfast had occasion to go off the track on an errand, and returning in sight of the house it was in flames and the haystacks also, and he heard reports of guns and the cries of women. Mr. Vannoy had sent the half dozen men he had with him to alarm the neighbors and put them on guard. Mr. Wagoner, of course, was in fear lest his house was attacked, but I think did not recall the musket report that we heard. He hastened back. I came on my way. Reaching Sailors Diggings I found that there had been a mule train attacked near there and three Indians had been shot, and all though Illinois Valley the people were preparing to resist. Indeed, the general sentiment was that the Indians must be destroyed. This position they say seems hard, but there is no other way; if an Indian is fed and cared for ninety-nine days and on the hundredth he gets any inattention, he will resent it, and it is those who have been best treated that often do the injury, and there is no trusting any of them. There is considerable bitterness toward the officers at Fort Lane on account of the want of interest manifested, it is charged, in suppressing the robbers and stopping their depredations. The report came by expressman when I was at Crescent City, confirming what I feared, that Mrs. Wagoner and child were killed and the house and barn fired in a few minutes after Mr. Wagoner and myself left. The Indians were a company of Shastas, who had been joined perhaps by John's and Sam's tribes after the Sunday night's work of the volunteers on Butte Creek--for the volunteers had attacked three encampments and killed twenty-four Indians, which Captain Waite and his soldiers buried on Monday, and enough more to make forty. It was supposed after this the Indians had come down Rogue River, burning and murdering all the way. They had attacked wagons, killed the men, and taken horses and whiskey and guns, and whatever else they could appropriate; and a mule train near Mr. Wagoner was left by the men when they saw the Indians firing the house and murdering the inmates. These men, in going to Jacksonville, had seen dead bodies all along the road. The house at Evans' ferry, eight miles from Wagoner's, Jones' house, four miles, and Wagoner's, and two further down toward the Willamette were reported and destroyed. With the scattered position of the people in Rogue River and Illinois valleys there can be no protection on the property, and the only safety of the people is in meeting and placing themselves in condition to defend their lives. The war is one of extermination, designed on both sides; but the Indians will of course be defeated. The government troops were immediately dispatched in chase down Rogue River Valley, under Major Fitzgerald. The Governor of California has ordered three companies sent up to Northern California, and yesterday the Columbia carried up troops to the Oregon.
    There is a general combination of the Indians in Washington and Oregon territories, and the war will be a very bloody one, not equaled for atrocity in the annals of the past, perhaps.
New York Daily Tribune, November 14, 1855, page 6   The writer is Sarah Pellet.

    On Friday evening last Miss Pellet, who had returned from a tour through Southern Oregon, delivered a lecture on the subject of Temperance to a very large and attentive audience at the Presbyterian Church in this city. Only once or twice before have we seen the building so well filled. The novelty of hearing a lady lecturer certainly attracted many, although it strikes us that the apparent disinterestedness and self-sacrifice of one of the weaker sex in a good and great cause is of itself sufficient to enlist the attention of a community. Whatever Miss Pellet's personal predilections may be in regard to traveling, her mission through a country like the one she has just visited enjoins certainly many hardships to undergo which requires no little courage sustained by a deep conviction of the importance of the cause engaged in.
    Miss Pellet spoke perhaps for an hour or more of the evils which are found everywhere in the train of intemperance, and some of her remarks cannot have fallen fruitless to the ground. Temperance, whether we regard it as total abstinence, or merely moderation in our enjoyments,`` is one of the cardinal virtues of society; if we would oftener contemplate and ponder on its excellencies, many of the rougher shoals on which numbers around us make shipwreck of their happiness, might be avoided, and the argument used by Miss Pellet that the reputation of California for intemperance has done more to retard immigration from the other parts of the Union than all other causes put together--will hardly find a contradiction.
    Contrary to expectation the steamer did not arrive on Saturday, and by request, Miss Pellet delivered a second lecture at the church. This time her subject was the expediency of a prohibitory liquor law. She spoke for more than two hours, we believe, without any apparent signs of fatigue, and the audience continued attentive and apparently well interested in her arguments, seasoned with some good stories. Inasmuch as the prohibitory law is intended to correct and limit only the traffic in liquors, we think it is fast winning for itself the popular favor, and at no distant date, we hope, may be found on our statute book. Total abstinence is an extreme to realize, which is hoping too much; but a limitation or restriction in the traffic of liquors is not only practicable, but demanded by sound morals and good policy. Miss Pellet declares the advocacy of a prohibitory law to be the only object of her lectures, and we entertain little doubt but that her efforts will be crowned with success.
    At the conclusion of her lecture a petition for a division of the Sons of Temperance at this place was signed by a number of persons, so that in a few weeks a society of that kind will be permanently organized in this city.
Crescent City Herald, October 17, 1855, page 2

    TEMPERANCE ADDRESS.--A very interesting address on Temperance was delivered by Miss Pellet last evening at the Sacramento theater. The house was literally jammed, and the address was listened to attentively throughout.
Sacramento Daily Union, December 17, 1855, page 2

    TEMPERANCE.--Miss Pellet delivered one of her characteristic addresses on temperance in the Assembly Chamber last evening, to a full house, including a large representation of ladies. The address was introduced by a duet, sun by two amateurs (gentlemen), and a prayer by the Rev. Mr. Cummings.
Sacramento Daily Union, January 14, 1856, page 2

    STEAMERS TO SAIL.--The Stephens and Sierra Nevada are advertised to leave this morning, but, judging from their usual custom, they will not probably get away before afternoon. The price of passage on Saturday was, on the Stephens, first cabin, $250; second do., $175; steerage, $110. On the Sierra Nevada, first cabin, $200; second do., $150; steerage, $100. Col. Kewen and lady, Miss Pellet, Dr. J. B. Phinney and lady, and about one hundred others, will go on the latter to Nicaragua, which will furnish quite a reinforcement to Walker's little army.
Daily Alta California, January 21, 1856, page 2

    MISS PELLET.--A private letter from Miss Pellet appears in the Chronicle, which we herewith subjoin:
Virgin Bay, Feb. 17th, 1856.
    DEAR SIR:--I have scarce a word to write today. I have made a flying trip through Nicaragua--seen the beauty of this fine country, the customs of the people, the strength and security of the government and the confidence the people seem to place in it. The people honor the power that has given them quiet, and though it is not native to the soil, so their rights and property are respected, they hail peace from such a quarter. There is no danger of revolt, I am confident. The native forces are being disbanded, by the advice of the native officers, and are returning quietly to their homes, where they are so much needed. The adult men in the whole republic are not more than one to five of the women, and the labor of all is needed to preserve the present condition of things, to say nothing of restoring the past--the plantations that are desolate.
    You know Judge Campbell, and saw the notice of his death by the last steamer? He had not completed his intended report of his visit to the Nicaragua mining regions, but in his brief tarry he had won universal esteem, and respect for him made him missed when he died. He would perhaps have been supreme judge of the republic, had he lived. Clay, too, his companion in his tour to the mines, followed him in a few days. Granada is quite healthy now, though some are sick. Randolph and Messrs. Kewen and McDonald are each recovering from acclimated fever. Adios.
    P.S.--We are regretting that there are so few down from California by this steamer--so few to stop on the Isthmus. I want to have Walker sustained. There are elements of character in the man that give me the assurance of his success.
Sacramento Daily Union, March 29, 1856, page 1

    LAMENTABLE.--There are sixteen drinking saloons in Weaverville, and what is worse, Miss Pellet has been there, so that the people cannot plead ignorance of the effect of bad spirits on the system.
Sacramento Daily Union, February 27, 1856, page 2

    MISS PELLET.--This lady, so well known to every American, has been spending a week at Leon. She was escorted to that city by Lieut. Col. E. J. Sanders. We are anxious to welcome her back to Granada.
"Nicaragua," Sacramento Daily Union, March 10, 1856, page 2

    Miss Sarah Pellet is delivering lectures in Savannah upon Nicaragua, its society, manners, customs, and a complete description of the Rivas and Walker governments.
"General Gossip," Wide West, San Francisco, July 13, 1856, page 3

    FREMONT ALL SAFE!--Mr. (we beg his pardon) Miss Sarah Pellet, Esq., has taken the stump for Fremont and Dayton, and of course, Women's Rights. What's the price of whiskey now, Sarah?

Crescent City Herald,
July 30, 1856, page 2

    This will be a very desirable article for bar rooms, leaving a very large profit to the retailer, besides being a very delicious effervescing summer beverage and strictly a temperance drink. Sold in 5-gallon kegs.
Advertisement for Sparrow Brothers, Marysville Daily Herald, August 29, 1856, page 3

    WILL LECTURE.--Sarah Pellet is to lecture tonight, at the courthouse in Auburn. This will be the first lecture Sarah will have given since her return to California.
Daily Alta California, San Francisco, April 13, 1857, page 2

    MISS PELLET.--Miss Pellet is about to return to the Eastern States via the Plains. She will leave about the first of June.
Daily Alta California, May 2, 1857, page 2

    MISS PELLET.--This fair disciple of Father Matthew was present on Monday at the Wagon Road Convention, now in session in Sacramento. A delegate moved that a committee be appointed to escort the divinity heroine within the bar of the Senate chamber, but before he had an opportunity of giving his gallantry a practical turn, the strong-minded damsel had fled the room.
Daily Alta California, San Francisco, May 14, 1857, page 2

    REJECTED.--Miss Pellet offered a resolution, through the secretary, to the Sacramento Wagon Road Convention, which was summarily laid on or under the table. It refers to the high prices of passage to the Atlantic States by the sea line, to the facilities for crossing the plains, the value of mules and horses, &c., &c.

Daily Alta California, San Francisco, May 15, 1857, page 2

    SARAH PELLET ON HER TRAVELS.--Miss Sarah Pellet recently lost her portmonnaie containing the following articles, according to the inventory of the finders: A free pass on the Illinois Central Railroad; one co., on Michigan Central Railroad; one do. from the C.S.N. Co.; an order for fifty copies of the Prohibitionist; a bill of lading of seven boxes, "said to contain clothing"; three more railroad checks; a free pass on the Terre Haute, Alton, and St. Louis Railroad; another on the Illinois Central; another on the New York Central; another on the Indianapolis, Pittsburg and Cleveland; five autographs of S.P.; one lead pencil, 2¼ inches long, sharp at one end; two brass pins; twelve three-cent postage stamps; one ten-cent do.; a small snarl of black sewing silk; two needles, one coarse and one fine; nine red wafers and a pair of small scissors.
Marysville Daily Herald, October 8, 1857, page 2

    Miss Sarah Pellet, the reformer, has turned up again. She proposes to forward to California a consignment of 5000 marriageable girls from the New England States. They are to be consigned to the various divisions of the Sons of Temperance, who are to provide for their wants, husbands included.
Red Bluff Beacon, May 26, 1858, page 1

    NEEDED CORRECTION.--A scrap of Southern Oregon history just published in the Dalles Mountaineer, with regard to an occurrence alleged to have taken place here in 1855, is untrue and should be corrected. The Mountaineer states that a temperance lecturess, Miss Pellet, together with the audience, was driven by the Captain of Company A out of the courthouse. This is an aspersion on the courage of as brave a community as ever lived and the gallantry of as true manhood as Oregon ever saw. The real facts are that Captain Smiley Harris, afterwards forced out of the service for cowardice, did while intoxicated attempt to interrupt Miss Pellet, but he was promptly put down, and the lady attentively and respectively listened to until the close of her lecture. There are many now living in Jacksonville who attended the lecture and pronounce the Mountaineer's statement grossly exaggerated.
Oregon Sentinel, Jacksonville, February 18, 1880, page 3  The issue of the Mountaineer referred to is not on the microfilm of that newspaper and presumably lost.

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