After conversing with them for some time and getting a little acquainted with them, I asked the girl on my left how old she was, and she said she was seventeen.  I asked her how long she had lived in this country.  She said:  “My father was one of the first settlers in this country.  He came here among the first emigrants and I was raised here in this country.”

“Is that so?” I asked.  “Then you were here in this part of the country at the time of the Mountain Meadow massacre?” “Yes,” said she, “but you know we must not talk about that.”  “Well,” said I, “you know they were all Gentiles that were killed and what’s the difference?” “Well,” she said, “I think it was all wrong any way.”

I asked her if her father was in that fight and she said:  “Let’s don’t talk about that, please don’t ask me any more questions about it.”

By this time we had reached the gate, and the conversation stopped for that time.  The next day I tried to get a chance to talk to her, but my efforts were all in vain.  That afternoon I met Howard and told him of the conversation I had with the young lady, and he insisted on my working on her father if I could get a chance to have a private conversation with her.

On Wednesday night there was to be a big dance at the church, and it being free to all, we attended it.  In the mean time I had engaged the company of those two young ladies for the dance.  I paid all due respect to the young lady, but did not mention the affair of which I was desirous of obtaining information until we were returning from supper to the church, when I again made mention of the affair in such a manner that I did not think she would suspect anything wrong.  But she gave me to understand in plain language that she would not converse on that subject under any circumstances.

I saw there was no use to waste any more time with her and did not mention the subject again.

We remained in this place ten days, during which time I formed the acquaintance of an old man by the name of Snyder, who had five wives, three of them living at his residence in the town and the other two on his farm in the country.  Being a brother Mormon, Mr. Snyder one day during my stay there invited me home with him for dinner, and on entering the dining room he introduced me to his three wives, the youngest of the three being about twenty years old, while Snyder was sixty-one years old.

That afternoon Howard and myself were taking a walk, and by chance met this young Mrs. Snyder, whom I introduced to my brother.  He asked to accompany her on her walk, to which proposition she unhesitatingly assented, and he walked on home with him.

Her husband was not at home, but before Howard left the gate he heard one of Snyder’s other wives say to her:  “I’ll tell on you, and you will not get to go out again.”

This convinced him that there was a great deal of jealousy existing between Mr. Snyder’s wives.  He said she was well posted in everything pertaining to the Mormon doctrine, and at the same time bitterly opposed to their proceedings.