Swords were brought out$$$ guns oiled and made ready$$$ and everything was in a bustle when the old Lexington dropped her anchor on January 26$$$ 1847$$$ in Monterey Bay$$$ after a voyage of one hundred and ninety-eight days from New York. Everything on shore looked bright and beautiful$$$ the hills covered with grass and flowers$$$ the live oaks so serene and homelike$$$ and the low adobe houses$$$ with red-tiled roofs and whitened walls$$$ contrasted well with the dark pine trees behind$$$ making a decidedly good impression upon us who had come so far to spy out the land. Nothing could be more peaceful in its looks than Monterey in January$$$ 1847.
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