To my great joy there came up two of our people. One was my own cousin, Joe Winnemucca. Oh, how glad he was to see us.
“Is your father coming, too?” he asked.
“No, we are all alone.”
“What! You don’t say you have come all the way from the reservation alone, have you?”
“That is just what I mean, and that is not all. We are going a long way.”
“That can’t be, you two women, all alone.”
“That is what we are going to do.”
The white man came up to us and said,
“Who are you? Where did you come from?”
I said, “Sir, I am Sarah Winnemucca, and this is my sister, and we came from Pyramid Lake Reservation.”
“Oh, how do you do? I have heard of you so many times! Oh, how I wish my wife was here to welcome you. She would be glad to see you. But, however, you are welcome. Won’t you come in?”
Then he called one of his men to come and get our horses and take them to the stable.
I said, “Sir, this man is my cousin and I want to talk to him first.”
I told my cousin where we were going, and what for. How I was going to have our people back again at Malheur, and about the beautiful paper that the Great Father gave me, and what beautiful things they were going to do for us. Oh! how glad my poor cousin was, for his brother, Frank Winnemucca, was at Yakima.
Now the man came for us to go to supper. I told the white man the same after supper, and showed him the beautiful letter that Secretary Schurz gave me.
He said, “I am so glad, for your people are good workers, and the government ought to do something for them.
