We
had a difficult time to find a way down the mountains. At one
time, I was left alone for nearly half a day, and as I was afraid
of Indians I sat all the while with my baby in my lap on the
back of my horse…. It seemed to me while I was there alone
that the moaning of the winds, through the pines was the loneliest
sound I had ever heard.
We
were out of provisions, having killed and eaten all our cattle.
I walked barefeeted until my feet were blistered and lived on
roasted acorns for two days…. My husband came very near
dying with cramps, and it was suggested to leave him, but I
said I would never do that, and we ate a horse and remained
over till the next day, when he was able to travel.
