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Show FORTY YEARS AMONG THE INDIANS. day, and eating, as we all estimated, about ten pounds. Reader, remember this was a large dog. Basor, the trader, would not cook for me. He said a man that ate as much as I did would have to do his own cooking. So one day while alone, I made up my mind to conquer my hunger. I cooked a good square meal for three of us, waited a little while for the others then sat down and ate the whole of it. I did not feel hungry again for several days. After getting this diffi-culty over, I told the Indians I would visit their camp and have a talk with them. A time was appointed, and Tabby, the chief, sent a man and horse for me. The camp was some eight miles from the station. When I reached their camp, there were about fifty of the princi-pal men of the tribe present. " Captain Joe," of Thistle valley, was there also. I always considered him like some of our political white men, not very reliable. I was informed by Joe that I could talk. I spoke to them about half an hour, telling them that, notwith-standing all the trouble and war, the good Mormons were still their friends ; that Brigham had always desired peace and was sorry that any of his people wanted to fight the Indians. After saying what I thought was safe, for I knew the delicacy of the subject, as some of the Indians had been killed by such as professed to be Mor-mons, and I was careful not to push the subject too far in my first attempt, I desired to hear Tabby talk. I knew he was much respected by his people, also that he was not inclined to war, but had accepted the situation and let things run, neither taking an active part in killing and stealing, nor making any great effort to stop the war. He was very sore about the killing of his half brother while a prisoner. I, myself, considered this somewhat treacherous on the part of those who did it. |