Checking back in with Mr. Johnson, he says …

“I left Weber at 7:00 a.m., and reached Emory the same day, a distance of twenty-five miles. In making this place, we passed two stations, Corydon and Echo, the latter is a first-class station. It is a junction, a railroad from Park City comes in. On leaving this station, on the left you pass around a number of high bluffs; they are handsome and grand. Here, nature is to be seen at her best. Bluff after bluff arise one after another, hundreds of feet high, a short distance from the road. Between the bluffs, at their bases, are spaces wide enough to pass through with a team, and on emerging come out on beautiful plains. Reader, should you ever travel this way, stay and look at nature’s works around Echo.

“On leaving this town, I made the acquaintance of a gentleman, while sitting in his carriage, who said, ‘Stranger, you will just reach my place tonight. It is about a mile beyond the station. If you will call, I will entertain you the best I can. I have plenty of hay and grain for your cattle, for yourself I will say nothing; my wife shall look after you. … It is about eleven miles to my home. How long will you be in traveling there?’ ‘I travel about two and a half miles to the hour, day or night, just as it happens; so it will take four and a half hours to make that distance.’ ‘I will overtake you before you get to the station; if I don’t, it is the first house beyond the station, on the right of the road on the hillside.’ ‘All right, I will be going on.’ There was a very large number of people around me, and as I was leaving, one of their number called out, ‘Three cheers and success to the man from California on his way to Massachusetts.’ They were given with a will, you bet.

“About four miles from the station, I was overtaken by a cavalcade of Indians, eighteen in number, mounted on fine horses. They were civil and courteous and spoke fair English. I traveled in their company several miles. Before reaching the station, the gentleman who had invited me to stop overnight overtook me and kept me company as far as his house. On our arrival, he introduced me to his wife, saying, ‘Wife, this stranger is from California, just as he is, and is going East, to Massachusetts, where he belongs; make him as comfortable as you can, I think he is worthy of it.’

“My cattle were put in the barn, fed with good hay and grain, and were made safe under a good lock; after this was done I went into the house to a good supper, which was waiting. ‘Had I known that I was to have company to tea, I might have done better, however, excuse me,’ said the wife. Well, what did we have? It consisted of mutton chop, hot potatoes, biscuit, coffee, and mince pies. That was all there was on the table; to me it tasted delicious. We sat at the table nearly two hours, asking and answering questions. When the time came for retiring, I told them that I had at all times and places slept with my cattle, having been advised to do so, so that should anybody attempt to take them, I should be there to see to them.”

… to be continued.