Suddenly they made an attack and each trapper had an Indian to contend with, except Mr.Roland who was left to be dispatched afterwards.

But as he ran, a squaw among them followed him, and after a while overtook him and showed friendship.
He had neither gun or knife and so concluded to put faith in the woman who safely guided him in a long tramp across the desert where they both came near starving, but finally reached Los Angeles Valley, when the brave squaw mingled with her own people and he lost sight of her forever.
No white man could alone have traversed that desert waste and found food enough to last him half the journey.
He gradually learned to speak Spanish, and was granted the piece of land he applied for, and where he then lived; married a Spanish girl, with whom he had a happy home and raised a large family, and grew rich, for they were both industrious and economical.

The first wife died, and he was persuaded to marry a Texas widow, and now had to buy the first carriage he ever owned, and furnish a fine turn-out and driver for the lady, who wore much jewelry and fine clothes, and spent money freely.
Roland was not a society man, his thoughts and habits were different from his wife, and he staid at home, better contented there.
There were many other pioneers in the neighborhood, Dan Sexton, Col.
Williams, of Chino ranch, Workman, B.D.Wilson, Abel Stearns, Temple, Wolfskill and many others, Scott and Granger were lawyers.

Granger was the same man who read the preamble and resolutions that were to govern our big train as we were about to start from Utah Lake.
Scott was quite a noted member of the bar, and when Gen.

Winfield Scott ran for President, some wide awake politicians caused the uneducated Spaniards to vote for their favorite lawyer instead of the redoubtable general, and they did this with a good will for they thought the famous avocado was the best man, and thus the manipulators lost many votes to the real candidate.