My brother remained one day after we left, as he expected to overtake us before we reached the City, and intended to prevail on me to go home with him. He failed, however, to find us, as we went over the "Little Mountain" while he proceeded down Parley's Canyon and reached the City before we did. We encamped on Emigration Square for the night, and it was a very sad night to me, as I expected to fall into the hands of the "Mormons" on the following morning, and then I could not conceive what my fate would be. I expected, however, it would be something awful, and dreaded it the more as I thought of my early teachings. About breakfast time next morning an unexpected visitor--Sister Tuft--called to see me, for the purpose of urging me to go and see my father, though I never knew her reason. Shortly afterwards Lewis Robison called, having learned that I had arrived. He was anxious to know if I was going to see my father. I carelessly remarked that I did not know. He said he would call in a little while, and accompany me. Towards noon Spicer came to me, and said: "Abe, what are you going to do? Are you going to stop with your father, or go with me?" I told him I did not know, but thought I had better stop, for if I went on they would take me prisoner and bring me back, and I thought I would surrender. They might treat me better and not be so severe as they would if I tried to escape. He thought the same as I did, but said if I was not suited, and could get away, I should find him at Camp Floyd, where he would winter; and if I came there he would give me a home as long as he had one. We bade each other good by, both shedding tears, as we parted. If I had been called upon to mount the gallows I should not have done so with greater reluctance than I then manifested as I went forth to meet my father. I started out with a small flour sack over my shoulder, containing all my earthly possessions, and these consisted of the following articles of clothing: one old-fashioned coat, of the claw-hammer pattern, one checkered gingham coat and a pair of pants (home-made and colored with walnut bark). The legs of the pants were about five inches too long, and proportionately large in other parts. The suit I wore was not as good as the one described, and consisted of a hickory shirt, white ducking pants (eight inches too short), a pair of shoes but no stockings, and an old relic of a white hat, with a small rim. I remained on the square, alone, as long as I dared, watching Spicer's outfit moving down the State Road. I kept hoping that Robison would soon appear, according to promise, but, as he failed to do so, I shouldered my sack and started out in search of my father. I reached East Temple Street, but dared not speak to any one, and, instead of going on the sidewalk, I walked up the middle of the street. Such an odd-looking genius as I appeared, of course, caused everybody to gaze at me.