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Show 134 TEAVELS AND ADVENTURES IN THE FAE WEST. of us entertained the highest regai-d for him. The greatest etiquette and deference were always paid to him, although he never ostensibly required it. Yet his reserved and unexceptionable deportment, demanded from us the same respect with which we were always treated, and which we ever took pleasure in reciprocating. ME. The death of Mr Fuller filled our camp with deep gloom ; almost at the very hour he passed away, succor was at hand. Our party was met by some Utah Indians, under the chieftainship of Ammon, a brother of the celebrated Wakara, (anglicized Walker) who conducted us into the camp on Red Creek Canon. At this spot our camp was informed by Mr. Egloffstien, that our companion in joy and in sorrow, was left to sleep his last sleep on the snows. The announcement took some of us by surprise, although I was prepared for his death at any moment. I assisted him on his mule that morning, and roasted the prickles from some cactus leaves, which we dug from the snow, for his breakfast; he told me that he was sure he would not survive, and did not want to leave camp. A journey like the one we had passed through, was calculated to expose the thorough character of individuals ; if there were any imperfections, they were sure to be developed. My friend, Oliver Fuller, passed through the trials of that ordeal victoriously. No vice, or evil propensity made any part of his character. His disposition was mild and amiable^ and generous to a fault. Slow to take offence, yet firm and courageous as 4* |
