of palefaces, they are shot and
abused; but when the Indians have the advantage, the palefaces
want to be friends. We thought you were of that class, but now my
father is satisfied you are good men. I have read the Book of
Mormon to him and to our tribe. I got the book from a preacher
who was in the Cherokee Nation. My father wishes me to say to you
that you shall not be hurt. If you need dried buffalo meat you
can have all you want. Do not be afraid, we will not harm you,
but you must remain here until morning, otherwise you might fall
in with some of my father's braves, who, not knowing who you are,
would attack you. If you stay until morning I shall go with you
until you are out of danger."

To this I replied that we must go on; that we had letters from
the Mormon Battalion to their friends at home, and must go at
once. The young man told the chief what I said. The chief replied
through the young warrior:

"If you cannot stay, I will send word to the other chiefs not to
hurt you. They may not see you, as they are away from the trail,
but I will send runners to tell them to let you pass in peace."

We thanked him, and I told him I was raised among the Delawares
and Cherokees; that when a child I used to play with them before
they were removed to this country, and was still their friend.

The chief then asked if we wanted any dried meat. I told him no,
that I preferred fresh meat. I saw a buffalo near by, and asked
them to kill it, and bring me some of the meat. One of the
Indians rode for the buffalo at full speed of his pony. The well-
trained beast stopped when near the buffalo, and the Indian shot
it down; then he jumped from his saddle and cut out a piece of
the hump, and returned with it before we were ready to start. I
gave the Indians what trinkets we had and started on again. It
was now after sunset.

Here was another manifestation of Almighty God. I felt so
grateful for our deliverance that I could not restrain my tears
of gratitude. I care not what people may call me. I know there is
a just God, and a Rewarder of those who diligently seek Him. I
know that my Redeemer liveth and I shall see Him for myself and
not for another. Though the day of my execution be now at hand -
four days only are given me to continue this story of my life -
my trust is in that Arm that cannot be broken. Though men may
err, and cruelly betray each other unto death, nevertheless the
hope of my calling in Christ Jesus, my Lo