she would have seen him hanged she would have shot him herself.  I was standing in the hotel where the body lay when she came in.  She stood silently looking at the corpse for a few minutes, and then turning to the crowd that was standing around, said:  “Will some one tell me who did this?” No one answering her, she repeated the question, and finally the third time she repeated the question at the top of her voice.  At this I turned and walked out, and that was the last time I ever saw her.  This was the last hanging we had that winter and spring.

In the latter days of April Messrs. Boone and Bivian employed me to cross the mountains and take letters to the wagon-master, and also to assist him in crossing the Rockies, so taking one pair of blankets, ten days provisions and a pair of snow shoes on my back I started afoot and alone across the mountains.  The fourth day after leaving Virginia City I came to the foot of the main divide, and up to this time I did not have to use my snow shoes.  Where I camped that night the snow was two feet deep, and the next morning there was a crust on it strong enough to bear me up until I went six or seven miles farther on, when I commenced to break through.

Then I put on my snow-shoes, and in a short time I was at the summit of the mountain.  After reaching the top, the country being open and all down hill, I had fine traveling while the snow lasted, making a distance of about forty miles that day.  Then I abandoned my snowshoes, and in two days more I was in camp on the river bottom where the stock had been wintered.

The wagon-master informed me that he had lost about one-third of the oxen, which had stampeded and ran off in a storm; also my two saddle horses, and his one and only saddle horse had gone with the cattle.  He said they had been gone about six weeks, so I struck out to Fort Hall to try and buy a horse to ride to hunt up the lost stock.

I succeeded in buying a very poor excuse of a horse for a hundred dollars, that under any other circumstances I would not have accepted as a gracious gift.  But it was “Hopkins’ choice,” that or none.  Mounting my crow-bait, I struck out in a westerly direction to look for the stock.

Three days’ ride from the fort I struck plenty of cattle sign.  They were apparently heading for Wood river, and after following their trail about two miles, I discovered two horse tracks, which convinced me it was the stock I was looking for.  The next morning I found them and the cattle were all there with the exception of three.  One of my horses was there, but the other one was missing, the wagon-master’s horse was also there.  I succeeded in catching my horse and turned loose the one I had bought and left him there for wolf-bait, provided they would eat him, mounted my saddle horse, and turned the stock in the direction of camp.  It took me five days to drive them to our camp on the river, making ten days in all since I had started out.  We stayed there three weeks longer, and the grass being good, by that time the stock was looking well.