first scouting trip, taking an easterly direction until I had struck the old emigrant road.
After I had left camp the other scouts were talking among themselves, and none of them thought I would ever return. One of the scouts told Jim that I was the biggest fool that he had ever seen, to start out scouting in a strange region and not ask anything about the country, grass, water, Indians, or anything else.
"Don't be alarmed about that boy, " said Jim, "he'll take care of himself in any man's country."
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Looking up the ravine I saw three Indians.
I had been taught by Uncle Kit that when I attempted to do a thing to carry it out ?t all hazards, if it was in my power to do so.
After I had ridden about twelve miles or so, and was just entering the mouth of a little ravine, on looking up the same ravine I saw three Indians who had just hove in sight over the hill. I dropped back from their view as quick as I could, which only took about two or three jumps of my horse.
