We had three yoke of cattle and a yoke of cows and an old wagon. Then we started for Utah. I came near drowning in the Platte River. That summer we met a portion of the Johnston’s Army coming back from Utah on the Sweet Water [Sweetwater] in Wyoming. They took their bayonets to our cattle and drove them into the sage brush at Devil’s Gate. One yoke of cattle got so tender footed we could hardly get them to move. We arrived in Salt Lake City in October and settled in the 11th Ward that winter.