By this time I had become a remarkably good rider for a youth, and had brought both of my ponies under easy control.
Horace returned to assist father in hauling logs, which were being used in building a dwelling for the family who had moved over from Missouri.
One day a team did not work to suit him, and he gave the horses a cruel beating.

This greatly displeased father, who took him to task for it.
Horace's anger flew up in a moment; throwing down the lines he hurried to the house, and began packing up his traps.

That same day he hired out to a Mormon train, and bidding us all good-bye started for Salt Lake, driving six yokes of oxen..