leaning against the corral fence) may be about ten or 12 summers, a big thing happened in my life. This I must remember well, and in the telling, tell it straight. Snow was on See-umba mountain (Telescope peak) When this happened. A strange tribe of other people (the Jayhawker-Manly-Bennett Party 1849) came down Furnace creek, some walking, slow like sick people and some in big wagons, pulled by cows. They stopped there by water and rested. When other Indians see them, they run away and tell all other Indians at other camps. Our people were afraid of this strange people. They were not our kind and these cows my people had never seen before. Never had they seen wagons or wheels or any of the things these people had, the cows were spotted and bigger than the biggest mountain sheep, with long tails and big horns. They moved slow and cried in a long voice like they were sick for grass and water. Some of these people moved down the valley, some moved up, and they stopped at Salt creek crossing. Them that moved down the valley stopped where Indian	Tom Wilson has ranch at Bennett's well. When it came night, we crawled close, slow like when trailing sheep. We saw many men around a big fire. They killed cows and burned the wagons and made a big council talk in loud voices like squaws when mad. Some fall down sick when they eat the skinny cows. By and by they went away, up that way where Stove Pipe hotel is now, they walk very slow, strung out like sheep, some men help other men that are sick. One man, he can go no more, he lay down by a big rock, that night he went to his fathers. As they go, they drop things all along the trail, maybe they are worthless things, or too heavy to carry. After they go we went to that place at Salt creek and found many things that they left there. Because some died, we did not touch those things. When they burned the wagons some parts did not burn, that was iron, and we did not understand this. Those people who went down the valley to Bennett's Well stayed there a long time. They had women and children. By and by they went away, all go over Panamints and we never see them again. The hearts of our people were heavy for these strange people, but we were	afraid, they had things that made fire with a loud noise and we had never seen these before. After this happened we were afraid more of the strange ones would come. We watched Furnace creek for a long time, but no more come. May be about three or four summers after this, I was on the trail with my father in Emigrant canyon, when we see man tracks that was not made with moccasins, my father, he say: "Look, not made by Shoshone." We followed these tracks and when we come around by big rock we saw a white man there, very close. When we see him we stop quick, I run away, may be that is why they call me "Boy-Who-Runs-Away." This white man made peace sign to my father and give him a shirt, when I see that, I come back. That place was near Emigrant spring. I think that white man was scared as much as we were. He talked in a strange tongue and made signs with his hands. He was not white, he was same color as a saddle and because of this color I thought he looked like a sick Indian, he had long hair on his face, not like our people.
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