Forty Years Among the Indians: A true yet thrilling narrative of the author's experiences among the nativesJones, Daniel W. (Daniel Webster)
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Forty Years Among the Indians: A true yet thrilling narrative of the author's experiences among the natives
Jones, Daniel W. (Daniel Webster)
Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.); Indians of North America; Latter Day Saint pioneers -- Biography
I knew the work before me, that I had so much interest in, and that was
making permanent peace with the Indians, could only be accomplished
by keeping my word with them, and gaining their entire confidence;
so I determined to go or perish in the attempt. I knew that I was
engaged in a good work and fully believed that I would be preserved and
strengthened according to the undertaking. I knew the country I had to
travel was rough in the extreme, with high mountains and deep rough
canyons. Following the road would be of no use, as it would be entirely
covered with snow several feet deep. So I made up my mind to wait until
mid winter when the snow was deepest and take as direct a route as
possible.
With the assistance of Calvin Ensign, I constructed a sled of peculiar
and original pattern. One thing was certain; unless good sleeping
arrangements could be provided, we would perish at night. The sled
was long enough and of size and shape so that two could sleep in it
by lapping our feet and legs to the knees, each one taking his end.
We took in provisions goods and bedding to nearly four hundred pounds
weight.
My wife assisted me in every way possible in getting ready, with a kind
cheerful spirit, manifesting no uneasiness whatever. As I have before
mentioned whenever my labors were among the Indians, she sympathized
with me fully. Eight days before I started, a son was born to me. My
wife was confined to her bed when I started. I waited as long a time as
possible, but there was now plenty of snow.
I started Jan. 12th, 1872. I hired N. Murdock of Provo valley, to take
my sled to Heber City. I had not yet found any person to go with me,
expecting to procure some one in Provo valley, as there were a number
of hardy, venturesome persons living there who were in the habit of
going out for days on snow-shoes, hunting elk and trapping beaver.
On arriving there I found Bradley Sessions, a Mormon Battalion boy,
willing to undertake the trip. I told him all I wanted him to agree
was, that if we perished on the trip he would agree with me that we
would not grumble, but die uncomplainingly; that under no circumstances
were we to give up or turn back.
He said, "All right, I will stay with you." And he did.
Brother Sessions furnished me with a pair of snowshoes. I had prepared
almost everything else needed for two before leaving the city, so that
we were soon ready to start.
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