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
While Jesse Jones was in camp, one of his men gave me a small book of
words in the Snake language. I expected the Indians around and studied
hard every day. Soon they commenced coming in to see us. There were
over one hundred lodges of Snakes and Bannocks came in from the Wind
river country and camped about fifteen miles from us. Small bands
camped around us in different directions. They soon learned we were
short of provisions.
The first party that brought meat to us wanted to charge an
unreasonable price for it. I talked with them quite a while before they
would consent to sell it cheaper. They said that they themselves were
hungry, showing us their bare arms, how lean they were. But I told them
it was not just to take advantage of our circumstances. I weighed up a
dollar's worth of meat on a pair of spring balances, marked the scales
plainly and told them I would give no more. They consented, and we
bought hundreds of pounds afterwards without more trouble. In buying we
had to weigh one dollar's worth at a time, no matter how much they sold
us.
We exchanged various articles with them, many of the company trading
shirts, handkerchiefs and such things as they could spare. We had some
coffee, for which the Indians traded readily. This helped us out for
a short season; but game became so scarce that this camp of natives
(several hundred) had to move out or starve. They came up the first day
and pitched their lodges near us. We had but little provisions on hand,
some meat and a few pounds of flour that we used to thicken our broth
was all. We had about lost our appetite for bread. We were a little
uneasy to have all these hungry Indians come upon us at once; the
greatest care had to be taken to avoid trouble.
They were not of the best class, being a party made up of Snakes and
Bannocks, who had left their regular tribes and chiefs and joined
together under an ambitious young fellow named Tabawantooa. Washakie,
the old Snake chief, called them bad men.
There was one little party under an old petty chief, Toquatah, who
kept apart from the main band. From them we had procured most of our
meat. Toquatah had informed us that the main band and his were not on
the best of terms, and that Tabawantooa was "no good." This naturally
made us feel a little uneasy. We had some two hundred wagon loads of
valuable goods under our charge, and only twenty men, the greater
portion of them with no frontier experience.
The store rooms were blocked up with logs, and had been all winter.
By this time I could talk considerable Snake and many of these Indians
understood Ute.
Tabawantooa and his band came in sight of our quarters about noon. They
were all mounted and well armed. The chief with many others rode up in
quite a pompous style, no doubt expecting to be looked upon with awe
and treated with great deference.
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