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Show 88 FORTY YEARS AMONG THE INDIANS. take two more to reach the bridge, where there were traders, as the snow was from eighteen inches to three feet deep. This looked a little hard, but I had fully made up my mind to try it. On arriving in sight of camp we saw a number of horses ; we knew some one had arrived but had no idea who it was. A shout of joy rang out from our crowd that made the hills ring. All mankind were friends to us then. I often wonder why people are enemies. My experience in life, with a few exceptions, has been more of the friendly than warlike nature. I have been fed and helped by all classes of people, and mankind in gen-eral are not so bad when properly approached. The new arrivals proved to be the first company of the Y. X. Express, with William Htckman in charge. This was the first effort of this firm to send the mail through. Several old acquaintances were along, and of course we were rejoiced to see them, especially so when we learned they had a good supper for us. Among the party were George Boyd of Salt Lake City and Joshua Terry of Draperville. A day or two before their arrival Brother Terry had killed a large buffalo and they packed the whole of it into our camp. I remember about the first thing I did after shaking hands, was to drink a pint of strong salty broth, where some salt pork had been boiled. When Hickman's company arrived, some of our boys were getting the pack saddle soaked up ready for cooking the hide covering. Boyd always calls me the man that ate the pack saddle. But this is slander. The kindness of him and others prevented me from eating my part of it. I think if they had not arrived, probably |
