I
did as well as I could under the circumstances. My talk served to
increase their excitement. I told them I would go south and meet
their friends, and hurry them up to help them.

At first the Indians would not consent, but they finally said I
might go and meet their friends. I then got on my horse and left
the Meadows and went south. I had traveled about sixteen miles
when I met Carl Shirts with one hundred Indians and a number of
Mormons from the southern settlements. They were going to the
scene of conflict. How they learned of the emigrants being at the
Meadows I never knew, but they did know it, and were coming
armed, and determined to obey orders.

Among those that I remember to have met there were Brothers
Samuel Knight, Oscar Hamblin, William Young, Carl Shirts,
Harrison Pearce, James Pearce, John W. Clark, William Slade, Sr.,
James Matthews, Dudley Leavitt, William Hawley, William Slade,
Jr., George W. Adair, and John Hawley.

The Mormons camped that night with me, but most of the Indians
rushed on to their friends at the camp on the Meadows. I reported
to the brethren what had taken place at the Meadows, but none
were surprised in the least. I spent much of the night in prayer.
I wrestled with God for wisdom to guide me.

In the morning we agreed to go on to Mountain Meadows and camp
there, and then send a messenger to Haight. We knew that the
original plan had been for the Indians to do the work, and the
Mormons to do nothing beyond plan for and encourage them. Now we
saw the Indians could not do the work, and we were in a fix. I
did not then know that a messenger had been sent to Brigham for
instructions. Haight had not mentioned it to me; James Haslem, a
Danite, was sent to Brigham.

We went to the Meadows and camped at the springs, about half a
mile from the emigrant camp. There were a larger number of Indian
there - fully three hundred, and I think as many as four hundred
of them. The two chiefs who had been shot were in a bad way. The
Indians had killed a number of the emigrants' horses, and about
sixty or seventy head of cattle were lying dead on the Meadows,
which the Indians had killed for spite and revenge.

Our company butchered a small beef for dinner, and after eating a
hearty meal we held a council and decided to send a messenger to
Brother Haight. The messenger started for Cedar City, from our
camp on the Meadows, about 2 o'clock, p. m. We stayed on the
field, and I tried to quiet an