Jim answered, “Why dog gone it, Will and Mr. Henderson have engaged a band to play for us to night.”

And in a few moments the band struck up in a Coyote howl, and Jim laughed and said, “There, didn’t I promise you a band?  Isn’t that music?” And from then until midnight the howling never ceased.  It was something fearful to listen to.  The smell of the Buffalo blood made them wild, and they howled worse then usual that night.  A great number of the emigrants did not lay down until after midnight, and time after time asked me if I thought there was any danger of them attacking the camp.  I told them there was no danger from them, and that if I knew there weren’t any Indians within twenty miles of us I could stop their yelling in five minutes.  They asked how that was possible.  I told them that if I was sure there were no Indians in hearing, I would fire my gun off a time or two, and we would hear no more of the Coyotes at night.  After midnight they quieted down and every one went to sleep, except the guards who watched the camp.

Jim and I were up very early the next morning and called all the others to have an early breakfast, telling them we had to make twenty miles that day to get to water and grass so we could camp that night.  As soon as breakfast was over Jim said to the women, “Now ladies, you won’t have any more music to dance to for the next three nights, for you will see no more Buffalo, hear no more Coyotes, or see any Indians until we cross Green River.”

Several of the ladies said they would be glad if they never heard any more Coyotes howl.  They did not like that kind of music to dance to, or to be kept awake all night listening to them either.

For the next three days everything passed along smoothly; when we reached Green River, it was rising rapidly, and we had a great deal of trouble crossing it.  We had to hitch three teams to one wagon and six and eight men had to ride each side to keep the teams straight.

Green River is a mountain stream and flows very rapidly, and at this place was very narrow, and if the team should get ten feet below the Ford they would be lost so swift is the current.  We worked hard two days getting everything across the river, but we got everything over in good shape at last.

That night, after supper was over, we told all the people of the train to be ready for starting on the road by sunrise in the morning, as we had a long drive before us and it was all gradually uphill at that.  Several of the women asked when we were going to give them some more Buffalo meat.  Jim burst out laughing and asked them if they wanted some more music to dance to.  One girl said, “Have we got to have music every time we have Buffalo meat?”

Jim told her that for the next two weeks we would have music every night whether we had Buffalo meat or not, and very likely there would be times we would hear Indian yells during the day.