He done it ! Yes'r the ole pilgrem done it ! After a lifetime a trappin' an'
skinnin' th' ole' bar made it through. Up into them shinin' mountains, onto
the high plains' through th' narrow pass an' into that sonlit valley we all
heerd about. Down through th' green aspens an' across the' grassy meadows
bustin' out with floxan' daisys an' buttercups, bees a hummin, birds a singin.
Ole Strong Heart set camp amongst as grand a stand o' cottonwood as ere ye seen. Don't have to worry ' bout the devil's own neither: they can't touch him there- nuthin' can! Pleanty of food;pleanty waterwater from th' livin' stream flowin' out o' the high place down through them cottonwoods. I kin see him camped with some other pilgrems. Bell,Kenyon, Doan, Troyer.Voorhees and some powerful Booshway with white hair an' a heap o' scars. I yells, "Hey boys! Punch up them coals an" keep the stewpot warm. the rest of us is comin' too! We' comin' to Rendezvous!!!"
Already I see a pleanty other pilgrems all up an'down that stream. I see a great multitude which no man can number, of all nations, and kindred, an peoples, and tongues, an' they wuz all dressed in white buckskins!!!!