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Show FORTY YEARS AMONG THE INDIANS. 345 for the balance of my days. I settled up my affairs in Salt River and moved to Tonto Basin, where but few people could live, the place being small. I commenced to make me a farm and fix for a quiet life. My family were kind and good to me. My wife was one of the noblest and best women that ever lived, and was so acknowledged by all who knew her. On settling in Tonto my nature was to improve. I soon got started an extension of the public ditch and a road to the lumber region. My wife assisted in organ-izing a Relief Society, and everything seemed prosperous for future peace and happiness, but my misfortunes were only commenced. During the winter it rained almost incessantly. We were living in a large tent with a shed in front. One day, during a storm, this shed fell, killing my wife and babe two years old. She was the mother of fourteen children, but seemed just in the prime of life and vigor. All I will say is, that for over a year I would have been glad to have died. I could not remain in the place after this, so I went back to Salt River, settled in Tempe, built a nice little house and furnished it up completely. Brother B. F. Johnson, a neighbor, asked me one day why I was so particular to finish my house so thoroughly. I replied, " We are promised many fold for all we sacrifice for the gospel's sake. I have given up several half- finished houses for the gospel's sake, and if I have to take them all back multiplied I want one decent place to live in while I finish them up." Speaking of Brother Johnson reminds me of a cir-cumstance that he will remember: One day he and I were together, when Brother Mil-ton Rey, who had been some time laboring among the Indians at Jonesville, came riding up to us in a hurried, |
