He added that my father was a good man, and would be pleased to see me, and said he was going to Salt Lake in a few days and would inform him that I was coming.
On learning this, I was careful not to dismount again while remaining at the ferry.
CHAPTER III.
ARRIVAL AT PARLEY'S PARK—PREPARE FOR THE WORST, AND VISIT WM. H. KIMBALL—FAVORABLY IMPRESSED WITH MY NEWLY-FOUND RELATIVES—ARRIVAL IN SALT LAKE CITY—DREAD AT THOUGHTS OF FALLING INTO THE HANDS OF THE "MORMONS"—DECIDE TO GO AND SEE MY FATHER AND SURRENDER, EXPECTING TO BE CAPTURED IF I ATTEMPTED TO ESCAPE—ODD APPEARANCE GOING UP EAST TEMPLE STREET—MEETING WITH MY FATHER—INVITED TO CHANGE MY CLOTHES.
We did not encounter any more "Mormons" that knew me until after arriving at Silver Creek, near Parley's Park, Utah. On arriving there I learned that William H. Kimball lived at the Park.
I had a faint recollection of having seen him at grandfather's, when he called several years previous, as he returned from his European mission.
I concluded then that I was approaching a region where something desperate would be required of me if I protected myself; so I made up my mind to put on a bold front and prepare for the worst. Feeling that I might as well meet my troubles first as last, I decided to pay William H. Kimball a visit before he came after me. I accordingly armed myself with a revolver and a quid of tobacco, and asked one of the boys, a daring fellow, to go over to the ranch with me.
On reaching there I inquired for William H. Kimball, and was informed that he was in the meadow, a short distance off, hauling hay.
From the description my uncle had given of me, my brother William at once recognized me, and said, "Hello, Abe! where did you come from?"