We left the Vegas with three of our old Pah-ute friends, traveled three days and arrived at the first Iyat village. A portion of this village were Pah-ute descent and were our warm friends. They told us that if we went to the main village, where the War Chief resided, they were afraid we would be killed. The next day, not withstanding, we Pursued our journey - quite a company of Pah-utes followed us and directed us to the head War Chief.

Shortly after our arrival we were informed by our Pah-ute friends that the Iyats intended to kill us. The Iyats took both of our animals and gave us to understand that we could not leave. We met with an Iyat that could speak a little English - we told him that we were friends and had come a great distance to see and talk with them. He said, "White men mean and dishonest and are not our friends." A large number of Iyats soon gathered around us. The Pah-utes told us that the Iyats were going to kill us, and began pleading with tears in their eyes for our lives to be spared. One of the Vegas Indians came to Brother Hatch and said, "We told you last night they would kill you if you came here." And then burst into tears.

The Chief then called a vote to see who would sanction our death. All of the Iyats formed themselves in single file with their chief at their head, showing by this that they sanctioned our death. The Pah-utes gathered around us - some of them wept aloud.

Brother Hatch then asked the privilege of talking to the Great Spirit before dying.

He then knelt down and offered a simple prayer in the Pah-ute tongue, asking his Heavenly Father to soften the hearts of the Indians that they might spare our lives, and that they might know we eame here to do them good and not harm. This the Pah-utes interpreted to the Iyats. Chah-ne-wants, the chief, was much affected, and his daughter, an amiable looking girl, seemed to take up warmly in our favor.

The old chief then hurried us back into the end of a long lodge, and built a fire in front and stood guard over us. They then brought one of our animals and tied it to the door post. One of our Pah-ute friends came in and told us that the Iyats had killed the other animal and that many of them were determined to kill us before we left. We spent all the fore part of the night talking to the chief through the Pah-ute interpreter, giving him much good instruction - telling him things that must shortly come to pass with the Indians. The next day we were permitted to leave with our worn out mules and scanty supply of provisions.