boxes, and we were all looking at them. My mother said there were two white men coming with them.
“Oh, mother, what shall I do? Hide me!”
I just danced round like a wild one, which I was. I was behind my mother. When they were coming nearer, I heard my grandpa say,—
“Make a place for them to sit down.”
Just then, I peeped round my mother to see them. I gave one scream, and said,—
“Oh, mother, the owls!”
I only saw their big white eyes, and I thought their faces were all hair. My mother said,—
“I wish you would send your brothers away, for my child will die.”
I imagined I could see their big white eyes all night long. They were the first ones I had ever seen in my life.
We went on the next day, and passed some more of our white brothers’ houses, as we called their wagons at that time. We camped on the Sanvada mountains and spent the night. My grandfather said everything that was good about the white people to me. At last we were camped upon the summit, and it snowed very hard all night, and in the morning my grandfather told his people to hurry and get their horses, and travel on, for fear we might get snowed into the mountains. That night we overtook some emigrants who were camped there to rest their oxen. This time I watched my grandfather to see what he would do. He said, “I am going to show them my rag friend again.” As he rode up to one of their tents, three white men came out to him; then they took him to a large tent. Quite a number of white men came out to him. I saw him take out the paper he called his rag friend and give it to one of the men who stood looking at it; then he looked up and
