Great Spirit and his tribe.
No private member of the tribe has any power to hold and own the land, and what is on the land.
7. An injury to any member of the nation is regarded by the Red man an injury to all, so that this wrong must be atoned before the tribe can rest — a blood atonement being required of the offending tribe.
All these ideas, strange to White men, hardly known in London and Berlin, Paris and New York, have been adopted by the Saints, not only by Brigham Young and Daniel Wells, illiterate presidents of the Church, but by their learned bishops, compeers, and defenders, Delegate George Q. Cannon, and Professor Orson Pratt.
In the camp of Red Cloud, a chief of the Teton Sioux, you hear the same talk of divine help, and of standing face to face with God, as you hear in the Lion House and Tabernacle at Salt Lake. I will consult the Great Spirit, says Red Cloud, when the Indian Commissioners press a point.
In speaking to the Whites, Red Cloud never drops this t
om Santa Clara under the Franciscan friars to that of Denver under Bob Wilson and the young Norse gods.
Much evil pours into the town, as well as good; the sharper and his female partner coming with the teacher and divine; the people who open hells and grogshops treading on the heels of those who open colleges and schools.
Everyone is free to come.
As yet, the Saints retain possession of the real estate; no less than seven-eighths of the city, nineteen-twentieths of the territory, says Daniel Wells, mayor of the city, still belonging to the Saints.
Yet every one must see that a Gentile feeling, hostile to the Mormon theory of domestic life, begins to reign in store and street, in mart and bank.
A Gentile banker may not seem so great a personage as a Mormon bishop, yet this bishop's daughters cannot be prevented from turning their eyes in female envy on that banker's wife.
The Gentile lady is more richly dight than any other woman at Salt Lake.
The Mormon ladies wish to dress li
It dies of contact with the higher fashions of domestic life.
I gather, not from what you tell me only, but from every word I hear, and every man I see, that there is change of practice, if not change of doctrine, I remark to President Wells and Apostle Taylor.
That is your impression?
asks the Apostle.
Yes, my strong impression; I might say my strong conviction.
Pardon me for saying that the point is very serious.
If you mean to dwell in the United States, you must enfeebled lungs, he passes his winters at St. George, a village on the frontier of Arizona; living with two favourite nurses, Sister Amelia and Sister Lucy, and leaving his temple and his tabernacle very much to the care of George A. Smith and Daniel Wells, his second and third presidents, the Lion House and Bee-hive to the charge of Eliza Snow, his poetess laureate and proxy wife.
Jesters speak of him as lying sick; only just well enough to sit up in bed and be married now and then.