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
Finally, I became so overcome and weary with the excitement and effort
to resist their demand, that I almost became indifferent to life. It
really looked as though I might get shot. So I begged them to be still
a minute and hear me; then, if they wanted to, they could kill me. All
became quiet. I told them that I had always been their friend and was
now working for their good; referred to the hard trips across the snow
mountains to do them good, and that I would still like to live, as I
had not finished the work I was doing for them. And it was as their
friend that I had forbidden anyone selling them whisky, because it made
them fools and bad men--so much so that they were now abusing me, the
best friend they had; that I had agreed with God to be their friend and
never shed any of their blood; and that I would die before I would sign
the papers, and if they killed me God would not be their friend.
I was now so exhausted and sleepy that I could scarcely keep awake,
although it was mid-day. So I told the Indians I was tired and would
lie down and go to sleep, and if they were determined to kill me to
wait till I was asleep, then put their guns close to my head, so I
would not suffer much, telling them I asked this as their friend. I
spread my blankets on the ground, laid down and I am sure it was not
more than two minutes till I was sound asleep. My little son still
sat silent. After sleeping quite a while I felt someone pulling at my
foot. On looking up I discovered that most of the Indians were lying
around me asleep. My son was also sound asleep. The Indian pulling at
me asked me to get up and sell him something he wanted. I told him I
was too sick to get up. He insisted, but I was determined to be sick.
Soon others tried to rouse me, but I knew as long as I lay in bed I was
all right. Finally all the Indians left. I now wakened Wiley and asked
him about how the Indians acted when I went to sleep. He said that one
after another came near and looked at me without saying a word. Then
they all laid down around me and went to sleep; that finally he got
sleepy and also laid down.
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