The women had the fires burning when the meat was ready for cooking, and when supper was ready all the Antelope were dressed and distributed around among the emigrants, and there was enough to last until the second day.

Jim had cut long sticks and had hung the scalps on the wagons so they could be seen quite a distance away.  After he had them all fixed, he and I were standing together talking, he telling me the effect the sight of the dead Indians had on the emigrants and especially when they saw that their scalps had been taken off.

Two of the women came to us and invited us to eat supper with them at their tent.  I will here explain to the reader that every family in the train had their own separate tent and cooked at their own fire.  Jim and I accepted the invitation as we always did of the first that invited us to each meal.

As we finished eating it seemed as though all the women of the train gathered around us.  There was one old lady in the crowd who seemed to be the one selected to do the talking.  She said, “Mr. Bridger, I want you to tell me truly, don’t you think it was awfully wicked to cut those scalps off those Indians’ heads and then hang the dreadful, bloody things up on the wagons for us to look at?” and the tears were in her eyes as she finished her question.

Jim replied, “The best thing that has been done since we started on this trip is killing those Indians, and better still taking their scalps.  I did not hang those scalps up on your wagons for you to look at.  I hung them up for the Indians that are alive to look at, and I will tell you this, the Indians will never attack the train as long as they see those same bloody things hanging there, for they will think they will lose their own scalps, if they do.  I would rather have these Indian scalps to protect you with than a hundred of the best soldiers in the United States Army.  The Indian does not fear death, but he dreads the thought of having his scalps taken off his head, for it is the Indian’s belief that he cannot enter the happy hunting grounds after death if his scalp has been taken off his head, and I want to impress on your minds that if this train should be attacked, every one of you that fell into the hands of the Indians, it would not matter whether they be men or women, would have their scalps torn off, and the same scalps would be hanging up on the Indians’ wigwams for the squaws to dance around, and I want all you ladies to distinctly understand that Will Drannan or myself will do nothing while we have charge of this train but what will be of benefit to you all, and will bear the strictest investigation.”

By this time everyone in the train had surrounded us, and turning to the men of the train, Jim continued, “If any of you are dissatisfied with our actions, now is the time to say so, and we will quit right here, and I will guarantee that the Indians will have all of your scalps before you are a hundred miles from here.”