I told him I did.
“Well, Sarah, I will send for you from the Sheep Ranch. You will come if I send, will you?”
I said, “I will come if the citizens don’t kill me.”
“Yes, Sarah, I would like to have you go as my guard, for I can get no Indian to go with me for love or money.”
“Yes, captain, I will go and do all I can for the government, if Gen. Howard wants me.”
Then Captain Bernard said good-bye and went away with his company. I staid at the place all night, and the citizens were mad because the captain did not search my wagon for the ammunition, and they put a guard on my wagon that night. I cried and told them they ought to be ashamed of themselves. So passed the night quietly. I got up in the morning, had my breakfast, and looked after my horses. I went to the captain and said, “Please come to my wagon with all of your men and women. I want to show you all how much ammunition I have in it.”
Captain Hill asked me to forgive him for saying such a thing about me to the army officer. “I know your father is a friend to the whites. If I can do anything for you I will be most happy to do it. If you want to go to the command I will give you a horse any minute you want to go.”
Just then there came four Indians and one white man. I ran to meet them. I knew them all. I asked where they came from. They said,—
“We were sent by the commanding officer from Carnp McDermitt with a dispatch to the chief of the soldiers.”
“Which way did you come?”
“We came by Camp Three Forks of Owyhee River.” They had to come that way because there was no travelling on the stage road since the driver was killed. The telegraph wire was cut, so there was no communication between Sheep Ranch and Camp McDermitt.
