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
As to the spirit of the people, we all agreed, also, that it was
favorable, so it was deemed best that we work our way toward home,
visiting the various settlements on our way.
We left many warm-hearted friends at Concepcion, some testifying to
having a perfect faith in the Book of Mormon and expressing a strong
desire that the Mormons would come and dwell among them.
On our way home we turned off from the road at Tejoloquechic west to
visit the towns of Matachic and Temosachic, the last a place containing
some five thousand inhabitants. The people of these towns received
us not only kindly, but many of them manifested great faith in our
teachings. They often insisted on giving us something for our books,
saying we had a long way to travel and would need something to help us
on our journey.
At Matachic Tomas Tribosa opened his house to us and we had a large
congregation. We talked freely and plainly to the people. Many persons
had told us that we would be all right so long as we let the subject of
polygamy alone; but if that was ever taught the women would knife us.
This night, while speaking, I felt impressed to talk on the principle
of plurality and explain plainly the doctrine. There were quite a
number of women present. After meeting was dismissed I went to the end
of the hall where the women were. Many of them came and shook hands
with me and said they would rather their husbands would do as we taught
than as many of them did. No one seemed offended in the least.
Wherever we held meetings permission had to be first obtained from the
civil authorities. When we arrived at Temosachic, the proper officer
for granting this license was out of town. A man was sent four miles
for him, it not being certain whether he would be found or not.
While we were arranging to send a courier, the priest of the settlement
came up. He expressed the hope that we would be able to find the
officer. Said he desired very much to hear us and asked if the padre at
Chihuahua had offered his church to us.
I told him he had not. He said he wished he had set the example, then
he himself could invite us into his church, where a license would not
be required; but he did not like to risk being the first to open a
Catholic church building to us.
"But," said he, "you must come down tonight (it was now about noon),
and I will have a good lot of my people together. There is no law
against friends sitting down and talking on a decent subject. I want to
ask some few questions if you will answer them."
I replied that we would come. We conversed for some time and the padre
seemed quite interested.
We were camped some three miles away, at the edge of the town. About
sundown Brother Pratt and I walked down to the public square where we
had appointed to meet the priest. We felt as safe as if at home in Salt
Lake City.
On arriving, the priest and quite an audience were awaiting us, but
there was no word from the officer, so we concluded to sit and chat.
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