I replied, "Daniel W. Jones."
"Where are you from?"
"Salt Lake City, Utah."
"How did you come here?"
"On a mule."
"What is your business—in what capacity have you come?" He was now much excited and asked a series of questions before stopping.
I then told him I was a guide in government employ.
He asked, "Where are the troops; where is the command you are guiding?"
"The last I saw of them they were about seventy miles back. The commander and most of the company drunk."
"Why are you not with them?"