CHAPTER XVII

In the autumn of 1871, Major Powell concluded to go east, by way of

Fort Defiance, and desired me to accompany him. As this appeared to be

an opening for the much-desired peace talk with the Navajo Indians, I

readily accepted the invitation.

We started for Fort Defiance in October. Three men who were strangers

to me, accompanied us, and Brothers Ammon M. Tenney, Ashton Nebeker,

Nathan Terry and Elijah Potter; also Frank, a Kibab Indian.

We packed lumber on mules over the Kibab, or Buckskin Mountain, to

the crossing of the Colorado, now known as Lee's Ferry. With this we

constructed a small boat, in which we conveyed our luggage across. Our

animals crossed over by swimming.

We traveled at night most of the way, to preserve our animals from the

Indians. We visited all the Moqui towns, seven in number, and had much

interesting talk with the people. Professor Powell took much interest

in their festivals, dances, religious ceremonies and manner of living.

Arriving at Fort Defiance, Major Powell rendered me much assistance in

bringing about peace with the Navajos. About six thousand of them were

gathered there to receive their annuities.

All the chiefs of the nation were requested to meet in council. All the

principal chiefs but one, and all the subchiefs but two were there.

Captain Bennett, Indian agent, his interpreter, and Brother Ammon M.

Tenney were also there.

Major Powell led the way by introducing me to the council as a

representative of the people who lived on the west side of the Colorado

River, called "Mormons." He stated that he had lived and traveled with

these people, and, by acquaintance, had formed a very favorable opinion

of them. He said that they were an industrious people, who paid their

quota in taxes in common with other citizens of the United States, from

which the Navajos were paid their annuities.

At the close of his introductory remarks, I arose and spoke about an

hour. I stated that the object of my visit was to have a talk with

them, and endeavor to bring about a better understanding between them

and my people the "Mormons," and establish peace and friendship.

I explained to them some of the evils of the war which had commenced by

killing two men and driving off their stock; that while they had taken

from us many horses and mules, they had lost twenty or thirty of their

men. That our young men had wanted to come over into their country and

kill and drive them, but had been told to stay at home until all other

means for obtaining peace had been tried and had failed.

I told them I had been acquainted, more or less, with the Indians on

their side of the great river for many years, and I found that the

Moquis were obliged to watch their stock, or the Navajos would steal

it; and the Navajos were under the same necessity. Neither party could

trust their sheep out of sight, through fear that they would never see

them again. They dare not send their flocks out into the mountains

where grass was abundant, and the result was, that they ate poor meat,

and many times not enough of that.

Continuing, I said: "If you will reflect on your affairs, you will see

that this is very bad policy, and that it would be much better to be at

peace with your neighbors and with all men. I see much grass and many

watering places on each side of the river. If we would live at peace

with each other, we could take advantage of all the land, grass and

water, and become rich or have all we need. Our horses and sheep would

be fat. We could sleep in peace, awake in the morning and find our

property safe. You cannot but see that this would be the better way.

"I hope you will listen to this talk. What shall I tell my people, the

'Mormons,' when I return home? That we may expect to live in peace,

live as friends, and trade with one another? Or shall we look for you

to come prowling around our weak settlements, like wolves at night? I

hope we may live in peace in time to come. I have now gray hairs on my

head, and from my boyhood I have been on the frontiers, doing all I

could to preserve peace between white men and Indians.

"I despise this killing, this shedding of blood. I hope you will stop

this, and come and visit, and trade with our people. We would like to

hear what you have got to say before we go home."

As I took my seat, I noticed the tears start in the eyes of Barbenceta,

the Spanish name of the principal chief of the Navajos.

He slowly approached, and put his arms around me, saying, "My friend

and brother, I will do all I can to bring about what you have advised.

We will not give all our answer now. Many of the Navajos are here. We

will talk to them tonight, and will see you on your way home."

The principal chiefs spent much of the night talking with their people.

Captain Bennett, the agent, and a U. S. army officer, said that I

could not have talked better to bring about peace with the Navajos. He

manifested much good feeling, and furnished us liberally with supplies

for our journey home.

This council was held on the 2nd of November, 1871, The blessings of

the Lord were over us in our efforts for peace.

This was probably the first time that the chiefs of the Navajo nation

ever heard a gospel discourse adapted to their circumstances; as

well as the first time they had heard, from the lips of a white man,

a speech that carried with it the spirit and power of a heartfelt

friendship. The hearts of many of them were open to reciprocate it.

We spent three days at Fort Defiance, endeavoring to create a good

influence, and in getting our supplies ready. Brother A. M. Tenney,

being able to converse in Spanish, accomplished much good.

On our way home we called at a Moqui town. There we met the principal

chief of the Navajos, those chiefs who were not at Fort Defiance, and

some minor chiefs who did not consider themselves as belonging to the

United States agency at Fort Defiance.

We met in a room belonging to the principal man of the village. The

Navajos, through their chief, told us that they had not come to talk

any different from what was said at Fort Defiance, but to confirm what

was said there. They never had heard better talk. They had a great

desire to have what was said, carried out.

They said, "We have some bad men among us, but, if some do wrong, the

wise ones must not act foolishly, like children, but let it be settled

according to the spirit of your talk at Fort Defiance.

"Here is Hastele (one of the principal chiefs); I wish you to take a

good look at him, so you will not be mistaken in the man. He never lies

or steals. He is a truthful man; we wish all difficult matters settled

before him. He lives on the frontier, nearest to the river; you can

find him by inquiry."

The peace treaty talk here closed by the Navajos saying, "We hope we

may be able to eat at one table, warm by one fire, smoke one pipe, and

sleep under one blanket."

One of them gave me a note from the United States agent, stating that

the bearer wished me to try and recover some sheep that were stolen

from him, and were in one of the Moqui towns; and that two attempts had

been made to recover them, which had failed.

We lay down to sleep about midnight, and were on our way at early dawn

to the town, a few miles distant, where the Navajos said we should find

the sheep.

Arriving at the residence of the man having the sheep, I found him

to be a former acquaintance of mine. He appeared in a surly mood. We

talked to him for some time, but could get no answer.

I then said, "You are the first man I traded with twelve or thirteen

years ago. You told me then that before your father died, he took you

in his arms, and told you that you would live to see white men come

from the west--good men, men of peace; and that it would be but a short

time after they came until you could sleep in peace, eat in peace, and

have peace in all things. You told me that you believed we were the men

your father meant, and I hope you will not prevent peace coming into

your country for the sake of a few sheep."

"Well," said he, "I will not; I will give up the sheep."

They were counted out, and the Navajo offered us one or two to eat on

our way home. We told him we could get along without taking any of his

sheep; he had but few, and would want them.

Jacob Hamblin: A Narrative of His Personal Experience as a Frontiersman, Missionary to the Indians and Explorer, Disclosing Interpositions of Providence, Severe Privations, Perilous Situations and Remarkable Escapes Fifth Book of the Faith-Promoting Series, Designed for the Instruction and Encouragement of Young Latter-day Saints · 第 17 / 24 章