Taylor, Stanley, Autobiography of Stanley Taylor, 3-4. (Trail excerpt transcribed from "Pioneer History Collection" available at Pioneer Memorial Museum [Daughters of Utah Pioneers Museum], Salt Lake City, Utah. Some restrictions apply.)
It was a good time I had on the plains, what with crossing rivers and small streams of water and seeing the wild herds of buffalo and antelope, and Indians on the warpath. It was quite a romantic journey. One day Will[iam] Gibson and I went out to hunt. We had not gone far before we saw an antelope. Of course we were greenhorns at hunting; I had the gun, thinking I was the best marksman, so I said, "Will, get down on all fours so I can have your back for a rest." He did so, and as I just got ready to fire, away the animal ran, leaving us in the lurch and we had to come back to camp without any game, and tell the folks how near we came to bringing fresh meat back with us. It was a gay pleasure to sit by the campfire at evening having a good, sociable time singing songs of Zion, giving recitations, telling long yarns, and sometimes joining in the fantastic dance which made the trip both lively and amusing.
After three months of this sort of life I arrived in S.L.C., the city I had heard of so much, read of, and longed so often to see; and I must say, it more than met my fondest expectations. The beautiful valley surrounded by these grand old majestic mountains, capped with snow, and elevated thousands of feet above the level of the sea, was something wonderful to behold.