Somerset was riding my mule and I had no weapons, so I yelled at him to shoot and he fell off his mule and ran to mine and let go at the rock behind which Jeffs.

was with the carbines.

So that in about five seconds Jeffs.' curiosity was perfectly satisfied as to what we would do, and he shouted for mercy.

We thought it was a sentry or brigands and were greatly disappointed when it turned out to be Jeffs.

We got here last night and a dirtier or more dismal place you never saw.