d, and mused, and prayed, the shadows of the night
fell on me, and I was shrouded in gloom. Then the full moon rose up in
the East, and as her silvery beams shone through the trees and lit up
these grotesque idols, the scene presented a strange weird appearance.
My faithful Indians, becoming alarmed at my long absence--for the
country was infested by wild animals--were on the search for me, when I
returned to the camp fire. We ate our evening meal, sang a hymn, and
bowed in prayer. Then we wrapped ourselves up in our blankets, and lay
down on the granite rocks to rest. Although our bed was hard and there
was no roof above us, we slept sweetly, for the day had been one of hard
work and strange adventure.

After paddling about forty miles the next day we reached the Indians of
that section of the country, and remained several weeks among them.
With the exception of the old conjurers, they all received me very
cordially. These old conjurers had the same feelings toward me as those
who made silver shrines for Diana of Ephesus had toward the first
preachers of Christianity in their city. They trembled for their
occupation. They well knew that if I succeeded in inducing the people
to become Christians their occupation would be gone, and they would have
to settle down to work for their own living, like other people, or
starve. I visited them as I did the rest of the encampment, but they
had enmity in their hearts toward me. Of all their efforts to injure or
destroy me of course I knew not. That their threats were many I well
understood; but He Who had said, "Lo, I am with you alway," mercifully
watched over me and shielded me from their evil deeds. My two Indian
attendants also watched as well as prayed, with a vigilance that seemed
untiring. Very pleasant, indeed, are my memories of my faithful Indian
comrades on those long journeys. Their loyalty and devotion could not
be excelled. Everything that they could do for my safety and happiness
was cheerfully done.

We held three religious services every day, and between these services
taught the people to read in the Syllabic characters. One day, in
conversing with an old fine-looking Indian, I said to him, "What is your
religion? If you have any clear idea of a religion, tell me in what you
believe."

His answer was; "We believe in a good Spirit and in a bad spirit."

"Why, then," I said, "do you not worship the good Spirit? I came
through your sacred ground