been a good deal. Becoming a
Christian had made him kind and loving, and so all that he could spare
of his wages, earned while interpreting for Mr Evans, had been
faithfully sent to his parents. The ceremony of adoption lasted several
days. Mr Evans assumed as his Indian name that of this family, and a
good son indeed they found in him.

When he left to return to his Mission they kissed him, and acted towards
him with as much affection as such people can show. Many were the gifts
which were sent them by their adopted son, who took good care of them as
long as he lived.

But while this difficulty was thus tided over, the memory of it never
faded away from Mr Evans. He was never the same man after. Yet he did
not allow it to deter him from the most vigorous prosecution of his
work: indeed, it seemed to his people as though he tried to bury his
sorrow in incessant toil, and labours so abundant, that but few even of
the Indians "in journeyings oft" could equal him.

To aid the further prosecution of his labours, and to excite greater
interest in the well-being of the Red Indians of British North America,
Mr Evans went to England to speak about his work and its needs. His
story of marvellous incidents and varied experiences in this land of
which so little was known, produced a deep impression, and great crowds
came out to hear him, and insisted on his continuing at great length his
wonderful descriptions of travelling by canoe and dog-train, and the
longing desire there was in the hearts of the Indians for the Gospel.

On November 23rd, 1846, after having spoken at Keelby in Lincolnshire,
he returned with his wife, who was in every respect a devoted helpmate
for such a work, to the home of the gentleman and lady with whom they
were stopping. While chatting on various subjects, Mrs Evans turned to
her husband, who was comfortably seated in a large arm-chair, and said,
"My dear, I have had such a strange presentiment--that we shall never
see Norway House and our faithful Indians again." He turned to her and
said, with something of his old enthusiasm, "Why should that thought
trouble you, my dear? Heaven is just as near from England as from
America."

The two ladies said, "Good night!" and retired, leaving Mr Evans and
the gentleman of the house to chat together a little longer. Shortly
after, the gentleman said something to Mr Evans, and, receiving no
answer, he turned from the fire and looked at him. At firs