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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 114 |
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Show 112 IMPORTANT MISSION TO THE NAVAJOES. I had been appointed to a mission by the highest authority of God on the earth. My life was of but small moment com-pared with the lives of the Saints and the interests of the kingdom of God. I determined to trust in the Lord and go on. I directed my son to return to Kanab, and tell Bishop Stewart that I could not make up my mind to return. Arriving at the - settlement of Pahreah, I found Lehi Smithson and another man preparing to start for Mowabby. We remained over night to procure animals for the journey. That night, my son Joseph came to me again with a note from Bishop Stewart, advising my return, and stating that if I went on I would surely be killed by the Navajoes. When we arrived at the Mawabby, we found that the store house of two rooms which had been built there, had been fitted up in the best possible manner for defense. This had been done by three or four miners who had remained there, on account of the excitement, for which there appeared to be considerable reason. I felt that I had no time to lose. It was important to get an interview with the Navajoes before the outbreak. My horse was jaded, and wishing to go to Moancoppy, ten or twelve miles farther, that night, two brothers by the name of Smith brought in three of their riding horses, offered me one, and they mounted the others to accompany me. At Moancoppy I hoped to find some Oribas who could give me correct information about the temper of the Navajoes. Arriving there, we found only a Piute family and one Oriba woman. From them I learned that the young relatives of the Navajoes killed in Grass Valley were much exasperated, but the older men expressed a desire to see me before anything was done or anyone hurt. This news was encouraging to me. It being now evening, we lay down and slept until morning. Tuba had been living at Moancoppy, and had left on account of the excitement. Some of his effects were lying around in a way that indicated that he left in a hurry. I was informed that Mush- ah, a Navajoe with whom I was somewhat acquainted, and in whom I had some confidence, was camped at a watering place twelve miles east of Moan* |