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
Sometimes when I see the Latter-day Saints insulted, accused and put
upon by their enemies as they now are in the year 1889, I think of the
good old days when we did not bear as we do today. Especially when it
is put forth as though we are cowed and dare not say our souls are our
own. Often when noticing some of the young Mormons of today who are
toadying to the Gentiles and listening to their flattery, I cannot help
but contrast their spindle-legged, dudish build, their supercilious
looks, their effort to ape the infidelity of the day, etc., with the
sturdy, faithful boys who went forth in the defence of their fathers in
the days of Echo Canyon, and many other duties of the early days. Now
why is this? There is too much luxury, indolence and false education.
Many suppose that education consists in conjugating verbs. My grammar
says, "Man is a verb--that is, man is made to do, and grammar says a
verb is a word to do." Hence, man should be a verb and not a worthless,
do-nothing noun--a name of a thing.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
President Young Requests Brother Brizzee and Myself to Prepare for a
Mission to Mexico--Mileton G. Trejo Joins the Church--His Remarkable
Conversion--I Report to President Young that I am Ready--One Hundred
Pages of the Book of Mormon Translated into Spanish and Printed.
According to the request made by President Young I bought a lot and had
a good, comfortable house built in Fairview, Sanpete Co., expecting
to make that my future home. The house was not yet complete when I
was called upon by Henry Brizzee, about June, 1874, who told me that
President Young wished to see him and me at his office to talk with us
about a mission to Mexico, saying that President Young understood that
we spoke the Spanish language. I had expected this call to come some
time. I had both desired and dreaded the mission. My desire was from a
sense of duty. My dread was owing to the power of Catholicism that I
had seen prevail in that land, while living there from 1847 to 1850.
At that time no man dared pass in front of a church without raising
his hat. Anyone doing so was most sure to be pelted with stones with
a possibility of having his head broken. A priest passing along the
street demanded the uncovering of the head by all who met him. A
person's life was in danger unless acting promptly in conformity with
all these customs. To offer a word against their religion would be
almost certain death.
That the country had been revolutionized and religious freedom
declared I had not learned. I only remembered what I had seen. I felt
a dread that tried me severely while on my way to the office; but
before arriving I had formed the resolution to "face the music." My
reflections were: This mission has to be commenced by someone and if it
is necessary for the extreme sacrifice to be made, just as well to be
me as anyone else.
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