You're headed in the wrong direction." "Can we have our guns ?" asked Simpson.
"Not a gun." "Six-shooters ?" "Not a six-shooter.

Nothing but food and blankets." "How are we going to protect ourselves on the way ?" "That's your business.

We're doing you a favor to spare your lives." All Simpson's protests were in vain.

There were thirty of us against several hundred of them.

Mormons stood over us while we loaded a wagon till it sagged with provisions, clothing and blankets.