race. While I have been standing in the midst of that noble minded
people, teaching them the Gospel, I could not make myself believe I
was standing in the presence of American Indians or Lamanites, neither
was I. The Islatus of which I speak is a village twelve miles be-
low Albequirke, on the Rio Del Norte, containing 3000 souls that
stand at the head of this class of men that I calol the Nephites.
They occupy forty villages, containing a population of 32,000, speak-
ing sixteen distinct languages, but nearly all good Spanish scholars.
I look upon this as a great field of missionary labor for some forty
good, faithful "Mormon" Elders, who should be able to speak the
Spanish, and I hope next Conference will call some of them, at least,
into the field. I visited this people, located in their homes, in
company with Brother Ammon M. Tenney, who had visited most of them
before and I think has done much good in opening doors among them.
He had baptized 115 of the Zunies on a former mission. My journey
and visit with him was a visit of observation and I was amply paid.
In what way, I do not know, but in almost ebvery village I visited,
they were looking for me. I can only make a brief outline from my
journal of our journey. On the 19th of Auguast, we entered the Zunie
village, containing about 3000 souls. The village stood on a piece
of ground; many buildings three stories high, the upper stories en-
tered by ladders at the top. There had been a heavy struggle in
this village between the Catholics and Mormon Zunies. The priests
had done all they could to lie about the Mormons and had drawn away
a few who had been baptized, but others remained firm. I went
through the old Catholic cathedral in the village; it looked as
though it were 500 years old. It had two bells hanging in the tower
and over the pulpit was some of the finest carved work in wood I

race. While I have been standing in the midst of that noble minded people, teaching them the Gospel, I could not make myself believe I was standing in the presence of American Indians or Lamanites, neither was I. The Islatus of which I speak is a village twelve miles below Albequirke, on the Rio Del Norte, containing 3000 souls that stand at the head of this class of men that I call the Nephites. They occupy forty villages, containing a population of 32,000, speaking sixteen distinct languages, but nearly all good Spanish scholars. I look upon this as a great field of missionary labor for some forty good, faithful "Mormon" Elders, who should be able to speak the Spanish, and I hope next Conference will call some of them, at least, into the field. I visited this people, located in their homes, in company with Brother Ammon M. Tenney, who had visited most of them before and I think has done much good in opening doors among them. He had baptized 115 of the Zunies on a former mission. My journey and visit with him was a visit of observation and I was amply paid. In what way, I do not know, but in almost every village I visited, they were looking for me. I can only make a brief outline from my journal of our journey. On the 19th of August, we entered the Zunie village, containing about 3000 souls. The village stood on a piece of ground; many buildings three stories high, the upper stories entered by ladders at the top. There had been a heavy struggle in this village between the Catholics and Mormon Zunies. The priests had done all they could to lie about the Mormons and had drawn away a few who had been baptized, but others remained firm. I went through the old Catholic cathedral in the village; it looked as though it were 500 years old. It had two bells hanging in the tower and over the pulpit was some of the finest carved work in wood I