Lewis Robison, desirous of making my acquaintance, and having learned that I was the lost boy, brought my clothes down to me.
When I saw him coming I remained in the water, for fear he would catch me, for I felt that I would rather drown than be taken to Utah.
He tried hard to persuade me to come out, but I declined, for fear he would take me to Salt Lake.
He informed me who he was, and that he was acquainted with my father, but did not tell me his name, and I did not care to know it.
Perceiving that I would not leave the water, he returned to the boat, leaving my clothes on the bank.
I then came out and dressed myself, and was soon mounted on one of Spicer's best horses, which had been brought over.
Robison, seeing that I had come ashore, made another attempt to converse with me, stating that I need not be afraid.
I told him that I was not, but for all that I did not allow him to get closer than thirty feet.
Finding that I would not keep still long enough for him to approach me, he talked with me from a distance, asking me if I would go and see my father, Heber C. Kimball, when I got to Salt Lake.
I told him I did not know.