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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-p - Page 35 |
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Show SICK WOMAN HEALED. 33 administering to the sick. She wished us to wait, and if the Piute charm did not work, to try if we could do her any good. The medicine maji howled and kept up his performances the most of the night. The sick woman's friends then carried her some distance away from the lodge, and left ker to die. Some of her relatives asked us to go and administer to her. We could not feel to refuse, so we laid on hands and prayed for her. When we returned to our camp, she arose and followed us, and said she was hungr}\ We sent her to her own lodge. Some of the inmates were frightened at seeing her, as they had considered her a dead woman. We returned to Harmony about the last of June. On the 3rd of July, I accompanied a hunting party of Indians into the mountains east of Harmony. While with them, I spared no labor in learning their language, and getting an insight into their character. I had ever felt an aversion to white men shedding the blood of these ignorant barbarians. When the white man has settled on their lands, and his cattle has destroyed much of their scanty living, there has always appeared in them a disposition to make all reasonable allowances for these wrongs. Ever since I was old enough to understand, and more especially after being with them around their camp fires, where I learned their simple and child- like ways, and heard them tell over their wrongs, I fully made up my mind to do all I could to alleviate their condition. From time to time, when the Saints have had any trouble with them, and I have had anything to do with settling the difficulty, I have made it a specialty to go among them, regardless of their numbers or anger. Through the blessing of the Lord, I have never yet failed in accomplishing my object, where no other persons have interfered in a matter they did not understand. Returning from this hunting expedition, I made my way, in September, to Tooele Valley, to visit my family, and found them well. I remained with them but a short time, and returned to my missionary labors in Southern Utah. |