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Show FORTY YEARS AMONG THE INDIANS. 213 When the Indians discovered his body they came to me feeling very badly. The Indians really desired peace. The murdered Indian in fact belonged to a band that never had been of the worst. I was now living in Fair-view. I was greatly mortified and scarcely knew how to answer, for I was aware it would be ' natural for the Indians to seek blood for blood, and it was a little sur-prise to me that they stopped to consider, but as they had come to me I took courage and commenced talking, reciting a great deal of the Indian history from the earliest settling of Utah, acknowledging that the first blood shed was that of an Indian on the Provo bottom, also admitting that they had often been wronged ; referred to the hard labor that I had done in crossing the snow mountains, and how I had got them beef and flour and made good peace between them and the Mormons, and how true the Indians had been to me, and how sick my heart now was that this had occurred. I was not acting, for it was a cruel thing, besides being so senseless. Finally, when I had got the Indians to feel that I fully sympathized with them, I said to them, " Some one has to be the last or this killing will never cease. Now as some persons, without cause, have killed one of your people. If you kill a Mormon to pay for it, won't some bad Mormon kill another Indian ? Then when am I ever to see good peace? If you will pass this by and let this be the last, I don't believe there will be any more killing ; for when the Mormons know that an Indian was last killed they will be ashamed, and the men who killed your friend will be despised by all good people." At last these Indians consented and agreed not to kill anyone in retaliation. I have never heard of their breaking this promise. I would ask those who |