His name was French and he had a cattle range at a place called Tejon (Tahone).

Our friends told him who we were, and what assistance we needed.

Mr.French said he was well acquainted in Los Angeles and had been there some time, and that all the travelers who would take the Coast route had gone, those who had come by way of Salt Lake had got in from two to four weeks before, and a small train which had come the Santa Fe Route was still upon the road.

He said Los Angeles was so clear of emigrants that he did not think we could get any help there at the present time.
"Now," said Mr.French--"You boys can't talk Spanish and it is not very likely you will be able to get any help.

Now I say, you boys turn back and go with me and I will give you the best I have, I will let you have a yoke of gentle oxen, or more if you need them, and plenty of beans, which are good food for I live on them; besides this I can give an Indian guide to help you back.