Jacob Hamblin, a narrative of his personal experience, as a frontiersman, missionary to the Indians and explorer, [microform] disclosing interpositions of Providence, severe privations, perilous situations and remarkable escapes. Fifth book of the faith-promoting series, by James A. Little. Designed for the instruction and encouragement of young Latter-Day Saints

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118 INDIANS' FEELINGS SOFTENED. lodges to steal and kill. I came to do as I agreed to at the good talk at Fort^ Defiance." I felt that the last I said had the desired effect. Their feel-ings began to soften. After some further conversation among themselves, the interpreter said, " They are talking good about you now." I replied, " I am glad ; it is time they talked good. What have they said about me?" " They say you have a good heart. They think they will wait until they see their greater chiefs, and believed that the matter will be settled before Hastele. ' ' It was then agreed that I should come to Mowabby, in twenty- five days, and they would see if it was not advisable to send some one over, and satisfy themselves of the truth of my statement. Twenty- five notches were cut in a stick, and when they were all gone by cutting off one notch each morn-ing, I was to be at Mowabby. The history of my intercourse with the Indians on the east side of the Colorado, for fifteen years, had all been talked over. In fact, I had been on trial before them for all my say-ings and doings that had come within their knowledge. I was able to answer all their questions, and give good reasons for all my acts. My mind had been taxed to the utmost all this time. I had been in the farther end of a crowded lodge, with no reason-able probability of getting out of it if I wished to, and without the privilege of inhaling a breath of fresh air. Some roasted mutton was brought in and presented to me to take the first rib. The sight of the roasted meat, the sudden change of affairs, together with the recollection of the threats of a very different roast to the one I had on hand, turned my stomach. I said to those around me, " I am sick." I went to the door of the lodge. It was refreshing to breathe in the open air, and look out into the glorious moon-light. I thought it was midnight; if so, the council had lasted about twelve hours. A woman's heart seems kindlier than man's among all people. A Navajoe woman, seeming to comprehend my situ-