I then informed him that I would accompany him no farther, for I had agreed to go with Spicer to California. He was quite vexed, but after considerable talk he cooled down and accepted Spicer's man as a substitute; and in a few hours from the time he left us we hitched up and rolled out. My uncle's next plan was to inform every "Mormon" he saw that one of Heber C. Kimball's lost boys was on the road, and describe our outfit to him. On arriving at the Fort Hall Road (which was the route to California), Spicer was informed that several trains had been robbed and some persons killed while traveling in that direction. He, therefore, decided to change his plans and go through Utah, as this was his last chance. I replied, "D--the odds, Spicer, we will die brave!" naturally supposing that the "Mormons" would kill me or mark me in some way for recognition. Up to this time all our company were ignorant of my parentage, and I thought I had better make a confidant of one of the boys named James Lefler. I told him I had a father in Utah. He was very anxious to know who my father was, and I informed him it was either Brigham or Heber, I was not sure which, though I thought it was Brigham. At Green River Ferry we met Lewis Robison and sons. They soon discovered who I was, and commenced joking me by remarking that I could not cross on their ferry, as they did not ferry "Mormons." This maddened me, and I threw off my clothes, and, placing them in the wagon, I jumped into the river, telling them they could go to h--. I swam across the river, which was very high and rapid, and approached the bank lower down the stream. Lewis Robison, desirous of making my acquaintance, and having learned that I was the lost boy, brought my clothes down to me. When I saw him coming I remained in the water, for fear he would catch me, for I felt that I would rather drown than be taken to Utah. He tried hard to persuade me to come out, but I declined, for fear he would take me to Salt Lake. He informed me who he was, and that he was acquainted with my father, but did not tell me his name, and I did not care to know it. Perceiving that I would not leave the water, he returned to the boat, leaving my clothes on the bank. I then came out and dressed myself, and was soon mounted on one of Spicer's best horses, which had been brought over. Robison, seeing that I had come ashore, made another attempt to converse with me, stating that I need not be afraid. I told him that I was not, but for all that I did not allow him to get closer than thirty feet. Finding that I would not keep still long enough for him to approach me, he talked with me from a distance, asking me if I would go and see my father, Heber C. Kimball, when I got to Salt Lake. I told him I did not know. He added that my father was a good man, and would be pleased to see me, and said he was going to Salt Lake in a few days and would inform him that I was coming.