Jacob Hamblin: A Narrative of His Personal Experience as a Frontiersman, Missionary to the Indians and Explorer, Disclosing Interpositions of Providence, Severe Privations, Perilous Situations and Remarkable Escapes: Fifth Book of the Faith-Promoting Series, Designed for the Instruction and Encouragement of Young Latter-day SaintsHamblin, Jacob
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Jacob Hamblin: A Narrative of His Personal Experience as a Frontiersman, Missionary to the Indians and Explorer, Disclosing Interpositions of Providence, Severe Privations, Perilous Situations and Remarkable Escapes: Fifth Book of the Faith-Promoting Series, Designed for the Instruction and Encouragement of Young Latter-day Saints
Hamblin, Jacob
Frontier and pioneer life -- Utah; Hamblin, Jacob, 1819-1886; Indians of North America -- Utah; Latter Day Saint churches -- Utah
A team accompanied us to the river with a small boat, in which we
conveyed our luggage across. Our animals swam the river.
Expecting to return the same way, after crossing the river we cached
our boat and some of our supplies.
The first day we traveled south, up a "wash," for about thirty miles.
We then traveled three days through a rough, bushy country, with some
scrub cedar and pine timber. The fourth night from the river we camped
at a small "seep" spring. The San Francisco Mountain lay a little to
the southeast of us, and in sight.
In the morning our Indian guide refused to go farther with us, his
reason being that we were going into a country destitute of water. We
counseled together, and decided that we could reach the foothills of
the San Francisco Mountain without perishing.
The first night from the "seep" spring, a light fall of snow came on.
It melted and ran into the hollows of the rocks, and furnished an
abundant supply of water. This seemed like a special providence in our
favor.
The second night we made a dry camp. The third night we arrived at the
foot of the San Francisco Mountain, where we again found snow.
The second day after leaving this mountain we reached the Little
Colorado River, and then traveled a little northeast to the Moqui towns.
We spent two days in visiting among them. We left Brothers Jehiel
McConnell, Thales Haskell and Ira Hatch to labor among them for a
season.
The Moquis had been going through some religious ceremonies to induce
the Great Spirit to send storms to wet their country, that they might
raise an abundance of food the coming season. They assured us that
their offerings and prayers were heard, for the storm would soon come,
and advised us to delay starting for home until it should be over.
We had been talking with them about sending some of their chief men
with us, to see our people and have a talk with our leaders. They
objected on account of a tradition forbidding them to cross the great
river, which has been referred to before.
We then started for home. The storm came the first night out and wet
the country finely. We found shelter under a rock.
While there, three Moqui men came to us. They informed us that, after
further consultation, their chief men had concluded to send them with
us.
This storm, apparently in answer to the prayers of this simple people,
and similar circumstances that have come under my observation among the
Indians, have given me an assurance that the Lord is mindful of the
wants of those barbarians, and that He answers their prayers with the
blessings they need.
The snow fell sufficiently deep to cover up the grass, and our animals
had to subsist principally on browse. The traveling was laborious, and
when we arrived at the river by our old route, we had eight animals
less than we left home with. This loss, and the poor condition of those
that remained made traveling slow and tedious.
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