November 1, Thursday. Today I visited Captain Hubbard's camp which is about one
mile from the crossing. He kindly
invited me and my son, Henry to remain with him until our company came down
which invitation we accepted. Yankee
John returned back on the road to meet Captain Robert's and the train.
November 2, Friday. There are a great many Indians around this place.
The men wear nothing but breech cloths.
The women get strips of cotton wood bark and tying a piece around their
loins they fasten strips to it that hang down all around them nearly to their
knees and that is their full dress.
This tribe is at war with the
Maricopas and the Pimas. They are
an impudent Indian. Before the
soldiers came here which was about six weeks ago, the immigrants had much
trouble with them. They killed two
immigrants in a battle and the immigrants killed eight of them.
They went, a few days ago, to the lieutenant and told him that he must go
from here that it was their ground. But
he told them he would not go but if he wanted a fight he would whip the whole
tribe. They appear friendly but it
is only from fear. They have the
poorest excuse for a habitation imaginable.
A little brush thrown together which neither keeps out the sun or the
wind or rain. They raise a few
pumpkins and melons and beans, corn, but very little.
They will sell it at about five cents an ear. They have the best horses I have seen since I left the
States. There is a considerable
strip of land here that might be cultivated by irrigation, but altogether this
is one of the poorest countries you can find.
At Captain Hubbard's camp one mile south of the crossing.
November 3, Saturday. Mr. Hubbard's company move to the River and cross over.
Nothing interesting occurs.
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