On learning this, I was careful not to dismount again while remaining at the ferry. CHAPTER III. ARRIVAL AT PARLEY'S PARK--PREPARE FOR THE WORST, AND VISIT WM. H. KIMBALL--FAVORABLY IMPRESSED WITH MY NEWLY-FOUND RELATIVES--ARRIVAL IN SALT LAKE CITY--DREAD AT THOUGHTS OF FALLING INTO THE HANDS OF THE "MORMONS"--DECIDE TO GO AND SEE MY FATHER AND SURRENDER, EXPECTING TO BE CAPTURED IF I ATTEMPTED TO ESCAPE--ODD APPEARANCE GOING UP EAST TEMPLE STREET--MEETING WITH MY FATHER--INVITED TO CHANGE MY CLOTHES. We did not encounter any more "Mormons" that knew me until after arriving at Silver Creek, near Parley's Park, Utah. On arriving there I learned that William H. Kimball lived at the Park. I had a faint recollection of having seen him at grandfather's, when he called several years previous, as he returned from his European mission. I concluded then that I was approaching a region where something desperate would be required of me if I protected myself; so I made up my mind to put on a bold front and prepare for the worst. Feeling that I might as well meet my troubles first as last, I decided to pay William H. Kimball a visit before he came after me. I accordingly armed myself with a revolver and a quid of tobacco, and asked one of the boys, a daring fellow, to go over to the ranch with me. On reaching there I inquired for William H. Kimball, and was informed that he was in the meadow, a short distance off, hauling hay. From the description my uncle had given of me, my brother William at once recognized me, and said, "Hello, Abe! where did you come from?" He seemed very glad to see me, and asked me to wait a few minutes and he would go to the house with me, as his mother (Vilate Kimball) was there, also two other brothers (Charles and Solomon), and part of his own family. After being introduced to all, we were invited to partake of a civilized meal. I was asked a great many questions respecting my previous career and future intentions. After remaining till sunset we returned to camp with cordial invitations to call again, which we did, during our stay on Silver Creek. I had one fight while there, and came very near getting whipped, as my opponent was left-handed. I managed, however, with a skillful blow, to dispossess him of his "goatee." The acquaintance formed at the Park with my relatives made a favorable impression upon me, and great inducements were held out for me to call and see my father. My brother Charles went to Salt Lake and informed my father where I was. He immediately sent a team for me, but I declined to go. Spicer had been a friend to me, and I did not think it right to forsake an old friend for a new one. I, therefore, refused to leave him on any account until I saw his outfit safely landed in Salt Lake City, as he would have been short of help had I done so. It took us two days to travel from the Park to Salt Lake City.