Rachel

“I took no part in the ceremony. Many declared we were angels from heaven. I told them I thought we were better than angels for this occasion, as we were good strong men come to help them into the valley . . . " p. 45”
― Daniel Webster Jones, Forty years among the Indians. A true yet thrilling narrative of the author's experiences among the natives

“Parenthood abruptly catapults us into a permanent relationship with a stranger, and the more alien the stranger, the stronger the whiff of negativity. We depend on the guarantee in our children's faces that we will not die. Children whose defining quality annihilates that fantasy of immortality are a particular insult; we must love them for themselves, and not for the best of ourselves in them, and that is a great deal harder to do. Loving our own children is an exercise for the imagination.”
― Andrew Solomon, Far from the Tree: Parents, Children, and the Search for Identity

“It was not long until it became manifest that I would have to either give up the Indians or lose my standing with the white brethren. I chose the natives.”
― Daniel Webster Jones, Forty years among the Indians. A true yet thrilling narrative of the author's experiences among the natives

“I told them I did not intend to try to prove my innocence, but would help him prove my guilt if possible, for if guilty I wanted to ind it out and quit it.”
― Daniel Webster Jones, Forty years among the Indians. A true yet thrilling narrative of the author's experiences among the natives