I had slept a little longer than usual, having failed to awake before sunrise. My uncle aroused me and passionately remarked that he had not brought me along to wait upon me himself, but for me to wait upon him.
I had discovered this fact some time before, and these unkind upbraidings made me feel acutely my position as an orphan.
Shortly after this occurrence my uncle and his wife disagreed, and they finally concluded to separate.
My aunt sought me out and informed me that she intended to stop at Laramie, and, in order to induce me to stay with her, she asked me if I knew where uncle was taking me? I replied that I supposed he was taking me to California.
She then informed me that he was taking me to my father in Utah.
This troubled me greatly, and aroused all my fears of, and hatred towards the "Mormons."
At this time I did not know my father's name, as I had always borne the name of Cutler, my mother's maiden name.
On receiving this information I was considerably vexed, and it caused me to swear terribly and shed tears of indignation.
I at once charged my uncle with this intention, and we got to high words about it. He told me I need not go to Utah, but that I could go to California.
I knew that it was unfortunate to be liberated after coming five hundred miles from home, but I felt that I would rather die than ever go to Utah.