LIFE AMONG THE PIUTES.
CHAPTER I.
FIRST MEETING OF PIUTES AND WHITES.
I was born somewhere near 1844, but am not sure of the
precise time. I was a very small child when the first white
people came into our country. They came like a lion, yes,
like a roaring lion, and have continued so ever since, and I have never forgotten their first coming. My people were scattered at that time over nearly all the territory now known as Nevada. My grandfather was chief of the entire Piute nation, and was camped near Humboldt Lake, with a small portion of his tribe, when a party travelling eastward from California was seen coming. When the news was brought to my grandfather, he asked what they looked
like? When told that they had hair on their faces, and were white, he jumped up and clasped his hands together, and cried aloud,—
“My white brothers,—my long-looked for white brothers have come at last!”
He immediately gathered some of his leading men, and went to the place where the party had gone into camp. Arriving near them, he was commanded to halt in a manner that was readily understood without an interpreter.
