Duncan, John, Autobiography, 1902, fd. 1, 1-2.
When 125 miles on this side of Laramie over 100 Indians made a line across the road and it was “Hither to shalt thou come but no farther” until we get so much flour and so much coffee. While parleying over this matter some of them was trying to find out what kind of a leg I had. I made signs to them that I could shoot with it, which I sorely repented of before that day was done. Three times my scalp was going to be taken off. One fellow brought a rifle barrall down onto my head. I thought it was to be one half for each shoulder, but the hand was stayed.
September 2nd arrived in Salt Lake City, hungry as a Wolf.