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
Game soon became so scarce that we could kill nothing. We ate all the
poor meat; one would get hungry eating it. Finally that was all gone,
nothing now but hides, were left. We made a trial of them. A lot was
cooked and eaten without any seasoning and it made the whole company
sick. Many were so turned against the stuff that it made them sick to
think of it.
We had coffee and some sugar, but drinking coffee seemed to only
destroy the appetite, and stimulate for only a little while. One man
became delirious from drinking so much of it.
Things looked dark, for nothing remained but the poor raw hides taken
from starved cattle. We asked the Lord to direct us what to do. The
brethren did not murmur, but felt to trust in God. We had cooked the
hide, after soaking and scraping the hair off until it was soft and
then ate it, glue and all. This made it rather inclined to stay with us
longer than we desired. Finally I was impressed how to fix the stuff
and gave the company advice, telling them how to cook it; for them to
scorch and scrape the hair off; this had a tendency to kill and purify
the bad taste that scalding gave it. After scraping, boil one hour in
plenty of water, throwing the water away which had extracted all the
glue, then wash and scrape the hide thoroughly, washing in cold water,
then boil to a jelly and let it get cold, and then eat with a little
sugar sprinkled on it. This was considerable trouble, but we had little
else to do and it was better than starving.
We asked the Lord to bless our stomachs and adapt them to this food.
We hadn't the faith to ask him to bless the raw-hide for it was "hard
stock." On eating now all seemed to relish the feast. We were three
days without eating before this second attempt was made. We enjoyed
this sumptuous fare for about six weeks, and never had the gout.
In February the first Indian came to our camp. He was of the Snake
tribe, his people were located a day's travel up the river. At the
time of his arrival we were out of everything, having not only eaten
the hides taken from cattle killed, but had eaten the wrappings from
the wagon-tongues, old moccasin-soles were eaten also, and a piece of
buffalo hide that had been used for a foot mat for two months.
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