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
"The effect was electrical. The sight of the wounded brave roused
their passions to the utmost fury, and as we glanced around the
savage circle, our hands involuntarily tightened their grasp on our
six-shooters, for it seemed that our hour had come.
"Had we shown a symptom of fear, we were lost; but we sat perfectly
quiet, and kept a wary eye on the foe. It was a thrilling scene. The
erect, proud, athletic form of the young chief, as he stood pointing
his finger to the wound in the kneeling figure before him; the circle
of crouching forms; their dusky and painted faces animated by every
passion that hatred and ferocity could inspire, and their glittering
eyes fixed with one malignant impulse upon us; the whole partially
illuminated by the fitful gleam of the firelight (for by this time it
was dark), formed a picture not easy to be forgotten.
"The suspense was broken by a Navajo, our host, who once again raised
his voice in our behalf, and after a stormy discussion, Hamblin finally
compelled him to acknowledge that he had been their friend; that he had
never lied to them, and that he was worthy of belief now.
"The strain was over, and we breathed freely once more. We smoked the
pipe, or rather the cigarette, of peace, and a roasted goat being
shortly produced, we fell to with a will, and gnawed ribs together
as amicably as if it had not been just previously their benevolent
intention to roast us instead of the goat.
"By this time it was past midnight, the discussion having been
prolonged for eleven hours. I never was so tired in my life. Eleven
hours in a partially recumbent position, cramped for room, with every
nerve strained to its utmost tension, and momentarily expecting a
conflict which must be to the death, is tolerably hard work.
"After supper, it was arranged by Hamblin that we should go home in the
morning, and await the arrival of the chief, for whom they promised to
dispatch a trusty messenger. We slept by turns till morning broke, when
we bid our amiable friends good-by, and started for Mowabby, where we
arrived about eight o'clock in the evening, to the great joy of Boyd
and Pattie, who had given us up as lost.
"This was five days ago, and today the Navajo chief arrived, and, after
a long discussion, agreed to settle the matter for a certain number of
cattle and horses; but their demands were so exorbitant that I am sure
they will never be complied with.
"Mr. Hamblin leaves tomorrow morning for St. George, to lay the matter
before Brigham Young, and he is to meet the chiefs here again, with the
answer to their demands, in twenty-five days from today.
* * * * *
"We shall, probably, in the course of the trip, visit the village of
the Oribas, a people who build three-story houses of stone, and whose
greatest term of reproach to one another is he is a _lazy_ man.
* * * * *
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