as doves, to be cautious and do all the good that we could to the red men, and said that God would bless us. He also said, “I do not know which to appoint for the leader, Brother Brown or Brother Bullock. They are both good men, but as Brother Bullock is the eldest, he may have more experience.” He then blessed us, and promised me in my blessing that
angels should go before 鏉窞鎸夋懇濂冲浘鐗?me, the visions of the Lord should be open to my view, and no weapon that was raised against me should prosper, but that I should go forth in the power and demonstration of the Lord God, and be mighty in gathering Israel. Then he further instructed the party, and turned again to me, pronouncing more blessings in line with those he had given. Elder Hyde then started on his return trip home, and we prepared ourselves as speedily as consistent for our expedition into a country mostly unknown to us.
April 11th and 12th were blustery, and there was snow. A reaction of spirit 鏉窞澶滅綉鐧捐姳鍧?took place among the brethren of the camp, or probably it would be more proper to say that another spirit came upon the camp鈥攁 spirit of great discontent. For a time it seemed as if it would break up the mission, but finally it was overcome, and all went well 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇涓€鏉￠緳 again.
On the 13th of April we set out on our journey, and went to Green River the first day, through rain and sleet part of the time. At Green River we found about thirty of the roughest kind of mountain men, engaged in drinking, gambling and carousing. Some Frenchmen, Mexicans or “Greasers,” Indians, half-breeds, and some Americans of a low class, associated there, and insisted on us dining with them, and were very hospitable. They warned us not to venture any farther in the direction that we were going, saying that if we did so we would not return alive鈥攖hat there would 鏉窞娲楁荡涓績600闅忎究鐜?not be a “grease spot” left of us. This statement corresponded with what we had heard before, yet it did not deter us. There were in the crowd, Joshua Terry, also four Spaniards from the west, bound for Taos, New Mexico. They joined us, and we crossed the river, which was so deep that it was all that we possibly could do to ford it. The venture was harder than we expected it to be, but we succeeded, and struck out for the head of Bitter Creek, via Pilot Butte, making all the distance consistent with the condition of our animals. When we reached Bitter Creek, we followed up to the head, then bore to the southeast, crossing a high, dry country, for two days without water, then came in sight of a small herd of buffalo.
The Mexicans, with Ward and Davis, gave chase to the herd, while Bullock and I kept on our course with the pack 鏉窞娲楁荡鍏ㄥ浣撻獙 animals, guided across the plains by mountain peaks and openings in the range of mountains. The hunters did not rejoin us until the latter part of the next day. They succeeded in killing one poor buffalo bull, and were so thirsty that they opened the tripe and drank the liquid it contained, to save their lives, for they were so far gone as not to be able to bring any portion of the carcass to camp. That day we came across a shallow pool of water, where we rested a sho