An old lady answered, “You must be mistaken, Mr. Bridger, for nothing could taste better then the chunk of meat I broiled over the fire last night.”

Jim laughed and said, he would own up to the last night’s supper being extra good but asked how she thought Mountain Trout would taste.  She said she did not know, as she had never tasted any; Jim said, “Well, you will know in a week from tonight, and you will say that my treat is better than Will’s, for Mountain trout is the best fish that ever swam in the water.”

We were on the road soon after sunrise the next morning, and everything went well for the next three days.  The third day’s travel brought us to Humboldt Well.  As we were going into camp, I discovered a band of Indians coming directly for the train.  I notified Jim at once, and he soon had the train corralled, and the chief’s bonnet hung high above the Indian scalps so all the Indians could see it.  The savages seemed to discover the bonnet and the scalps as soon as they saw the train, for they stopped and came no nearer, and after gazing at the decorations on the wagons a few moments they wheeled their horses and galloped away in the same direction they had come, and we saw no more of them.  As soon as the Indians disappeared Jim slapped his hands and said, “Didn’t I tell you the effect that bonnet would have on the Red Skins?  And I don’t think we will have to shoot another Indian on this trip, for they will not get close enough to us for us to get a show to hit them.”

The second day from this camp we reached Truckey river, and it happened to be Saturday, and Jim told the emigrants that this was the place where he proposed to outdo Will in the way of a treat and told them that everyone who could catch a grasshopper could have a mess of fish for supper, as the river was swarming with the speckled beauties, and it was really amusing to see the old of both sexes as well as the children running in every direction, catching the little hopping insects.  Everyone seemed to be of one mind, what they were going to have for the evening meal, for they were all on the margin of the river, and Jim and I staid with the wagons and watched the crowd which was great amusement for us, for they were all so excited.  But our fun did not last long.  In a few minutes the crowd commenced to come back with their bands full of fish; one woman passed us with two little girls.  She had about a dozen fish, and the children had their hands full too.  She said, “Come, Mr. Bridger, I want you and Mr. Drannan to eat supper with us tonight, and after we get through I will tell you which treat is the best, Buffalo or Mountain Trout.”

Jim told her she hadn’t got half enough fish for him, not reckoning the members of her own family.  She said, “Don’t you be uneasy about not having enough.  My man will come back in a few minutes, and he will have enough to make out the supper, I reckon.”