In a few minutes they hove in sight. Jim said, "Now, let's get to one side and see if they have any system about their camping, and then we will know whether it is worth while for us to apply for a job or not."
They did not seem to know that they were near a river by the way they acted. Some of them would leave their wagons and run down to the stream and run back again and talk with the others. Finally they discovered Jim and me, and about twenty of the men came to where we were sitting. We had started a fire and were waiting for it to get hot enough to cook our meat for our supper, and it was certainly very amusing to watch their faces. They looked at us as if they thought us wild men. We learned afterwards that they had never seen anyone dressed in Buck Skin before.
After staring at us a while, one of them, an old man, said, "Where in creation are you two men from?"
Jim answered, "We have just come from Sacramento Valley, California."
And did you come all the way alone?
Jim answered, "Yes sir, we did."
"Did you see any Indians?" he inquired.
Jim said, "Yes, about a thousand, I think."
"Did they try to kill you?"
"Oh, no," Jim said. "They were asleep when we saw them."