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Show 362 FORTY YEARS AMONG THE INDIANS. he was fast failing. After being confined but a few days to the house he gave up, saying, " Well, pa, I can't pull through ; I will have to give it up. What shall I tell ma?" I never saw a more common- sense death than his was. This was a hard loss to me, for he was like a father to the children in my absence. Another son, 16 years of age, was now taken quite sick, seemingly almost the same. We were about fitted up for a move. I now determined to start for Utah. Death seemed to desire the lives of my family. Others were complaining. My sick son seemed uneasy and wanted to move, so we started out. After being on the road but three days, he died and was buried at the Vulture mining camp. My three oldest sons remained in Arizona, and are there yet. I would often find myself counting over my children to see how many I had left. Sometimes I felt almost bewildered. After leaving Vulture, five children, two grand children and myself traveled through alone, com-ing by the way of Scanlan's Ferry. We had no further trouble. After this Death seemed satisfied for the time being. We met travelers at different times along the road, sometimes a single wagon, never more than two or three. As grass and water are scarce in many places, large companies cannot travel as well as small parties. The country is now safe to travel on any of the routes through to Mexico. Ranches and settlements wherever it is possible to locate for water. We arrived in Fairview, Sanpete county, where my daughter, Mary, lived. We bought a home for the fam-ily. My daughter, Ella, having lost her husband, took |