he left me alone there with the sheep. Sometimes he would go to Wallsburg, sometimes to Charleston or Heber. He would stop at the camp long enough to change horses. He said his father knew what he was doing, that there was no use for him to stay with the rest of the herd of sheep; That if I took care of my sheep, then his sheep would be alright, because his sheep had no lambs as mine did, ect. I didn’t mind so much the staying alone at night, but the lonesomeness in the day time with nothing but the sound of the crickets seemed to me almost unbearable. Then I wondered if I would have to herd alone all summer. Could I bear to stay alone? I thought very seriously of the things that were most upon my mind. The more I thought of it, the more I thought that this was not the life for me. Why should I be deprived of the things most dear to me, my home and loved ones, and the pleasure of working on the farm? Then another thought came into my mind. Why not pray? My prayers had been answered many times before.
        The next morning I arose early as was my usual custom, to follow the sheep to graze but before leaving my bedside, I asked the Lord to open up the way so that Father would come and get the sheep so I could go home. I knew it was not customary for sheep to be taken off the range and back to the farm that time of year, but still I felt the Lord would answer my prayer. Two or three times during the day I offered prayers similar to the one I had first uttered. Late in the afternoon, I walked to the brow of the hill and then sat down where I could see far ahead down the trail which I expected my father to travel on. I had been there but a short time when I saw some object moving in the distance. I had come around the trail over the low pass just below the Daybell homes. Oh, how I prayed that moving object was father. I sat there until I could tell that the object I saw was a team of horses hooked to a vehicle. Then, I saw another horse with a boy upon the back. Sure enough it was father! My brother Will was with him. Down the mountain side I ran to meet them. "What have you come for, Father?" I said.
        "We have come to get the sheep," was his reply. "We are taking them to separate them. Al Murdock is going to put his sheep in his other herd. We will do something with ours so you boys will not have to herd them."
        Father told me to get the sheep and start moving them home. It was getting late. He and Brother Will would gather up the camp outfit. We were soon on our way. By the time we reached the main wagon road below Daybells it was very dark. It was there my lost companion sheepherder met me. He was very angry, but we pushed on. His loud angry words helped to keep the sheep moving. About two more weeks and then the end of my sheep herding days were realized.