While we were eating, I asked Jim if we could make Green River tomorrow.  He said, “Yes, we must get out of here tomorrow morning by daylight.  Our horses will be well rested as we ourselves will be.  We want to make Green River tomorrow night and Rock Springs the next night.  I consider it is about eighty miles to Rock Springs from here, and we ought to make it in two days.”

The next morning we were up bright and early and were on our journey as soon as we could see the trail.  Nothing happened to disturb us, and we reached Green River just before sunset.  We crossed the river and went into camp just above the Ford.  We had just got our horses staked out when we heard whips snapping and people’s voices shouting.

Jim listened a moment and said, “What in thunder does that mean?”

I answered, “I think it is an emigrant train coming.”  Jim said, “By jove if that is so, we will have to move from here and stake our horses somewhere else, for no doubt they will want to camp right here, and if there is much of a train, they will take all the room in this little valley.”

In a few minutes they hove in sight.  Jim said, “Now, let’s get to one side and see if they have any system about their camping, and then we will know whether it is worth while for us to apply for a job or not.”

They did not seem to know that they were near a river by the way they acted.  Some of them would leave their wagons and run down to the stream and run back again and talk with the others.  Finally they discovered Jim and me, and about twenty of the men came to where we were sitting.  We had started a fire and were waiting for it to get hot enough to cook our meat for our supper, and it was certainly very amusing to watch their faces.  They looked at us as if they thought us wild men.  We learned afterwards that they had never seen anyone dressed in Buck Skin before.

After staring at us a while, one of them, an old man, said, “Where in creation are you two men from?”

Jim answered, “We have just come from Sacramento Valley, California.”

And did you come all the way alone?

Jim answered, “Yes sir, we did.”

“Did you see any Indians?” he inquired.

Jim said, “Yes, about a thousand, I think.”

“Did they try to kill you?”

“Oh, no,” Jim said.  “They were asleep when we saw them.”

“Why, they told us back at Fort Kerney that the Indians never slept day or night,” the old man said.

Jim answered that they slept a little at night sometimes, and that was the time we took to travel.  We had traveled nearly all the way from California to this place after night, and in some places where we traveled over, the Indians were as thick as jack rabbits.

One of the men then inquired when we went to California.

Jim answered, “We left Fort Kerney about eight weeks ago and piloted the biggest train of emigrants across the plains that has ever gone to California, and we did not lose a person or a head of stock, but we got a good many Indian scalps on the way.”