, and many little children that
would suffer without milk. Half the men in the settlement offered
to go my security, but to no purpose. I sent Lieut. Gully to
Brigham with a statement of the case, but he paid no attention to
it. Gully was well acquainted with Brigham, and a fine man too.
He insisted on giving Brigham the story in full, and demanded
that he should go in person and see to the matter. But Brigham
was immovable.

Things stood this way until Emeline, one of Brigham's wives, took
the matter to heart, and begged him to look into the affair. She
asked him to bring her to my house, to visit her sister Louisa,
then one of my wives. He came, but said little of the trouble,
and soon left.

Two days afterwards I wrote Brigham a kind letter, and invited
him to come to my house and eat a turkey dinner with me. I sent
this by Brother Stewart. He met Brigham on his way to my house
and gave him my letter. I did not expect he would come to see me,
but he was there. He treated me most kindly. When supper time
came he said to one of my wives:

"Sister, I have come for a bowl of good milk, but skim the cream
off."

"We have no milk," she replied.

"How is that?" said he. "I thought Brother John always had milk."
I then told him that the Danites had my cows in the pound.

"What on earth are they doing with your cows?" he asked.

Then I told him the whole story in a few words. He scarcely
waited to hear me, but called to his carriage driver, Grant, and
said:

"Come, George, I will go and see about this matter."

He soon returned, saying:

"Your cows will presently be here."

Brigham then asked me where my turkey was. I told him Kennedy had
robbed me of all my turkeys, but perhaps I could borrow one from
him. I then sent Brother Gully to ask Kennedy to loan me a couple
of fat turkey's; that I had Brigham at my house and wanted them
for his supper. He sent word that Brigham was welcome to all the
turkeys he wanted, at his house. I then told Brigham I would go
hunting and get him a nice one for dinner the next day. I went
out that night with Gully and hunted some time, but the snow was
a foot deep or more, and a crust had frozen, so that it was
difficult hunting. At last we found a large flock of turkeys at
roost in the tall Cottonwood timber. I shot two by starlight; one
fell in the river, and we lost it, but the other fell dead at the
roots of the tree. This was a large and fat turkey. I considered
that it wou