Stopping over night with Bro.

J.W.
Williams, on the eastern border of the Reserve, I started betimes to St.George, traveling to the west.

But night came on, and I had not reached the line of white settlements.

I picketed my horse on the prairie, made a pillow of my saddle, and slept until morning.

The night was warm and pleasant, and I did not suffer with the cold, and in the morning I was ready betimes to ride on to the residence of Bro.
Gillespie.