The next morning we pulled out early, and we made good progress for five days, making dry camps every night.  Nothing occurred to disturb us until we reached the Sink of the Humboldt.  Here were Indian signs in every direction.  We knew we would be in the heart of the Ute country for the next hundred miles, so we decided to do our traveling in the night and lay over and rest in the daytime.

We picked our camping places off the trail, where we thought the Indians would not be likely to discover us.  The second night after we left the Sink of the Humboldt, we crossed a little stream called Sand Creek, and just off to the right of the trail we saw what we thought must have been five hundred Indians in camp.  Most of them were laying around asleep, but a few were sitting at the fire smoking, and we succeeded in riding past them without their noticing us.  After we had got entirely away from their camp fires, Jim said, “Will, we are the luckiest chaps that ever crossed the plains, for if them Indians had seen us, they would have filled our hides full of arrows just to get our horses, and I think we had better keep on traveling in the night until we strike Black’s Fork, then we will be pretty near out of the Utes country.”

When we got to Lone Tree on Black’s Fork we lay over one day to let our horses rest and to get rested ourselves.

It was a little before sunrise that morning when we reached Lone Tree.  I said to Jim, “Are you hungry?” He replied that he was too hungry to tell the truth.

I answered, “All right, you take care of the horses, and I will get an Antelope and we will have a fine breakfast.”

Jim said, “Well, don’t disappoint me, Will, for I am in the right shape to eat a half an Antelope.”

I took my gun and went up on a little ridge and looked over, and not a quarter of a mile from me I saw a large band of Antelope, and I saw that they were feeding directly towards me.  I hid myself in a little bunch of sage brush and waited until they fed up to within fifty yards of me.  I then fired and brought down a little two-year-old buck.  I took him up, threw him over my shoulder, and went back to Camp as fast as I could go.  When I reached there, Jim had a fire burning, and in a few minutes we had the meat cooking.  Jim made the remark that we had enough to do to keep us busy all day, for when we were not eating, we must be sleeping, for he was about as hungry as he ever was and so sleepy that he did not dare to sit down for fear he would fall asleep without his breakfast.

After we had enjoyed a very hearty meal of meat and bread, for we ate the last piece of bread that the ladies had given us that morning, we smoked our pipes a few moments, and then we spread our blankets on the ground under the only tree in ten miles of us, and we were soon lost to everything in a sleep that lasted until near night.  I did at least.  When I awoke I found Jim cooking meat for supper.  When he saw that I was awake, he said, “Come, Will, get up.  We have had our sleep.  Now we will have our supper.”