Transcript for Baird, Alexander, Autobiography of Alexander Baird, 23
We had a couple of guns in our wagon, one, an old English musket my father gave me before I left Glasgow. It would hold half a pound of small shot. So we always had something extra to eat. My gun never missed if you had it loaded with small shot. It held so much and scattered, it broadcast. I have killed as many as forty blackbirds in one shot. All you had to do was let drive east, west, north, or south and you were sure to hit something.
When we got to the Indian country the captain would always want me to stand guard at night around camp. This was fun for me as I had been a man o'war so long and I liked excitement. And if I do say it myself, I knew not what fear was. Captain Rex [Ricks] was good to me because I was always willing to obey orders.
We arrived in Salt Lake City the twenty-fourth of October, 1863. I had made lots of friends on the road with the valley teamsters. One of them was Chester Southworth a jolly fellow like myself, fond of his bitters and always in good humor.