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 was now sorely puzzled, for there was nothing in reason to convince
me that these ignorant natives were really subject to such sudden
conversion. Still, I knew that our people looked forward to a time when
a nation will be born in a day, but I did not believe that time had
come; yet it looked a little that way, so I went down.
On arriving at camp there were Indians in every place and direction;
there were between three and four hundred, all looking pleasant and
smiling. The chiefs were grouped, sitting quietly and sedately.
I commenced to talk to and question them, repeating what I had formerly
said and added more, and in every way endeavored to fasten upon their
minds the responsibility of being baptized. I really desired to deter
them, if possible, for I had no faith in the reality of the situation.
But my interpreter, who talked at length to them, professing to explain
all my words, insisted that they fully understood and wanted to be
baptized--the whole tribe included.
Several Elders were present, and I asked, "What shall I do? I have no
faith in this. There is something wrong."
All said I had done my duty; if they insisted, all we could do was to
baptize them, as we had no right to refuse.
I told the Indians all right--we would go to the river. At this all
hands started pell-mell, the young ones laughing and playing, the older
ones more sedate.
As I started to the river I observed a strange Indian looking intently
at me. He was dressed differently from the rest. I asked him if he
understood Spanish.
He answered, "Yes, perfectly."
"Have you heard and understood the talk with the Pimas?"
"Yes, sir; and the Indians are deceived. Your interpreter is either
dishonest or does not understand you; I hardly know which, but I think
it is a little of both. He talks considerable Spanish, but he has not
fully understood you. I fully understand and want to help you."
"Will you go with me now?--and I will again talk to them."
"Yes."
On the way to the river my new friend informed me that the main
inducement offered for baptism by my interpreter was, that to all who
would be baptized I would give a new shirt; and to the men of families
who had no land I would give lands. So it was no wonder at the number
of converts.
When we got to the river bank I called the principal men together and
taught them for a long time, fully explaining the true situation and
requirements. The old chief, Chiacum, said he thought I must have lots
of shirts and had looked around wondering where all my land was. My
interpreter looked rather "sheepish."
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