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Show FORTY YEARS AMONG THE INDIANS. 173 down as I had the knife, then went on with my work without taking any further notice. Tabby stood straight and silent, hardly moving dur-ing this. He then took from his squaw some buckskin, and without a word laid them on my bench. I com-menced cleaning up, giving my bench a general straighten-ing. When I came to the buckskins I handled them as though they were trash in my way, and asked the squaw if she would not take care of them. At this Tabby laughed, holding out his hand in a friendly way, saying, " All right, we are friends, and it is foolish for us to not talk and be as we used to be." He then told me that most of the Indians liked me and thought 1 was a friend, but that " Yank" and his crowd thought I was a spy and wanted to kill me ; but that if I could win him I would be all right. After this I hadn't much fear, for I did not believe Yank would kill me for he needed a saddle very badly. I soon learned the general condition of affairs, getting information both from the Indians themselves and some of the whites at the agency. Tabby, and quite a number of the better disposed Utes, claimed that they never had been at war with the Mormons, but acknowl-edged that they had a very bad feeling about the killing of some of their friends under circumstances that did not justify, telling about Tabby's half- brother, who, Tabby claims, was a friend and not an enemy. I myself knew of several instances where Indians were killed, that to me looked a little crooked, and when their friends talked about these cases, I could not help but admit sometimes that they had a right to get mad. One Indian, known as Big- Mouth- Jim, took quite a liking to me and became quite communicative. He was very faithful, never deceiving me. He would tell me how the |