(Compiled and written by David Kenison, Orem, Utah,
[Jacob Hamblin had arrived in Utah in 1850 and initially settled in Tooele, west of Salt Lake. There he had his first encounters with the Indians, including the events of this story. Soon (October 1853) he would be called to Southern Utah as a missionary to the Indians, a work that would engross him for most of the rest of his life.]
I dreamed, three nights in succession, of being out west, alone, with the Indians that we had been trying about three years to destroy. I saw myself walk with them in a friendly manner, and, while doing so, picked up a lump of shining substance, some of which stuck to my fingers, and the more I endeavored to brush it off the brighter it became....
This dream made such an impression on my mind, that I took my blankets, guns, ammunition, and went alone into their country. I remained with them several days, hunting deer and ducks, occasionally loaning them my rifle, and assisting to bring in their game. I also did all I could to induce them to be at peace with us.
One day, in my rambles, I came to a lodge where there was a squaw, and a boy about ten years old. As soon as I saw the boy, the Spirit said to me, 'Take that lad home with you, that is part of your mission here, and here is the bright substance which you dreamed of picking up.' I talked with him and asked if he would not go with me. He at once replied that he would.
The mother, naturally enough, in a deprecating tone, asked me if I wanted to take her boy away from her. But after some further conversation she consented to the arrangement. At this time I had not learned much of the language of these Indians, but I seemed to have the gift of making myself understood.
When I left, the boy took his bows and arrows and accompanied me. The woman appeared to feel so bad, and made so much ado, that I told him he had better go back to his mother, but he would not do so. We went to the side of a mountain where I agreed to meet the Indians. His mother, still anxious about her boy, came to our camp in the evening.
The following morning, she told me that she heard I had a good heart, for the Indians told her that I had been true to what I said, and the boy could go with me if I would always be his father and own him as a son. This boy became very much attached to me, and was very particular to do what he was told. I asked him why he was so willing to come with me the first time we met. He replied that I was the first white man he ever saw; that he knew a man would come to this mother's lodge to see him, on the day of my arrival, for he was told so the night before, and that when the man came he must go with him, that he knew I was the man when he saw me a long way off, and built a smoke so that I could come there.
(Corbett, _Jacob Hamblin, Peacemaker_, pp. 42-45)