I was thunderstruck at these words, but still kept my eye on the officers. At last, seeing them make their way in the direction where I was, if it were possible for me to have sunk into the cabin, I should certainly have done so. Could I hide? No, there was no time for that. As they approached near me I sat down, folded my arms and said to myself: "Take me if you will!" Oh, how my heart beat! Another moment and they passed by. How thankful I felt it was not me they were after! It transpired afterwards it was a soldier--a deserter--they were in search of. In a very little time we were sailing on the "deep blue sea." We arrived at New York, July 13th, being sixteen days on our voyage. Two or three hours after arriving I started to find out Mr. Thomas Taylor's office and was kindly invited in. No time was lost by me in accepting the invitation, as the heat was oppressive. I felt the effects very much, for no sooner was I seated than faintness overcame me. Some cold water and a fan were brought me and I soon recovered. H. P. Folsom, T. B. H. Stenhouse and others were present. Brother Folsom was formerly traveling Elder in the Durham and Newcastle Conference, and I formed his acquaintance at Middlesbrough. After being in the office a few minutes, Brother Folsom asked me if I was from Middlesbrough, to which I answered in the affirmative. Knowing I had worked in a printing office, Brother Folsom spoke a good word for me to Brother Stenhouse, editor and proprietor of the _Salt Lake Daily Telegraph_, who asked me how long I would work for him if he paid the remainder of my fare to the frontier. I responded two years. He then said: "I'll make a proposition to you, Robert: I'll give you twelve dollars a week for the first year and fifteen for the second." This proposition was eagerly accepted by me. CHAPTER XII. LEAVE NEW YORK--ARRIVAL AT WYOMING--INCIDENTS ON THE PLAINS. I slept that night in the office. The next day Brother H. P. Folsom procured lodgings for me at Sister Mary I. Worthington's, in Brooklyn, with whom I stayed till the next Tuesday, the 17th of June, when, in company with her and her family, we left New York about midnight. Our company consisted of about seven hundred Scandinavians (a ship having arrived on the 17th) and about one hundred English. On the 29th of July, about noon, we arrived at Wyoming, a small settlement in Nebraska Territory. At a short distance the tents of the Saints attracted my attention, and I soon wended my way there, finding quite a number of those who had sailed in the _American Congress_. We were pleased to greet each other. After dinner I took a stroll over to one of the stores in the settlement, where I assisted in serving customers and was given my board as a recompense. Early in the afternoon of August 2nd, we started on our long journey. Our train consisted of about sixty-five wagons. The captain's name was Rawlings, and Brother John Nicholson was chaplain.