Jim told me that night how surprised the emigrants were when the train came to the men who had charge of the horses, and seeing the bodies of the dead Indians.

He said, “I had to let them stop the train a few minutes so they could all look at them.”  He said, “Some of the women wanted to know what had become of the hair off the top of their heads.  I told them that I reckoned Will had taken them to give to me.”

“And what are you going to do with those horrid Indians’ hair?” one woman inquired.

“I am going to protect you and the rest of the train with them,” he answered her.

The place we had picked out for camping ground that night was Sage Creek.  There was no timber in sight as far as one could see; there was nothing to see but sage brush, but there was plenty of good water and fine grass.

We had been riding around looking for signs of Indians, so we did not reach the camping ground until Jim had the wagons corralled.  I gave him the scalps I had taken and I told him I was going to get some meat for supper.  He said, “What have you found?  Bison or Antelope?”

I answered, “There are four or five hundred head of Antelope over beyond that hill yonder,” and I pointed to the ridge a short distance from camp, “and I think I can take my scouts with me, and we can get an Antelope apiece and get back here before sundown.”  Jim answered, “All right, Will.  I busy myself by hanging up my scalps while you are gone.”

My men and I struck out up a ravine that led up close to where the Antelope were feeding; we were screened from their sight by the high banks.  When we were close enough to them we dismounted and tied our horses to some bush.  I then crawled up the bank alone to see just where the Antelope were, and to my surprise I found that there were two or three hundred of them feeding almost on the edge of the ravine in close gunshot to us.  I slipped back down the bank and got to the boys as quick as possible and told them that the Antelope were on the top of the bank in close gun shot of us.  We scattered along down the ravine for perhaps a hundred yards.  I took my handkerchief out of my pocket and told them I would tie it around my ramrod.  “And now don’t any of you shoot until you see this red handkerchief waving, for the color being red it will attract their attention, and you will see more heads looking towards it then you ever saw in your life before.  Now take good aim and be sure and hit your game, and as soon as you have emptied your guns pull your pistols and get some more while they are running away; we ought to get at least twenty Antelope out of this band.”

When I waved the handkerchief, it seemed as if every rifle cracked at once, and it was a lively time for a few minutes for all of us.  When we counted the Antelope we found we had shot twenty-two.  We each took an Antelope in front of us on our horses and put out for camp.  When we got there we unloaded, and some of the men that were at the camp commenced dressing them and cutting them up in pieces to cook, while the other boys went back to get those we had left where we killed them.