exile and wretchedness as this. There was one fearful, tornado-like
storm that assailed us when we were encamped for the night on the
western bank of Red River. Tents were instantly blown down. Heavy
waggons were driven before it, and for a time confusion reigned supreme.
Fortunately nobody was hurt, and most of the things blown away were
recovered the next day.

Our Sabbaths were days of quiet rest and delightful communion with God.
Together we worshipped Him Who dwelleth not in temples made with hands.
Many were the precious communions we had with Him Who had been our
Comforter and our Refuge under other circumstances, and Who, having now
called us to this new work and novel life, was sweetly fulfilling in us
the blessed promise: "Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the
world."

CHAPTER TWO.

STILL ON THE ROUTE--FORT GARRY--BREAKING UP OF OUR PARTY OF
MISSIONARIES--LOWER FORT--HOSPITABLE HUDSON'S BAY OFFICIALS--
PECULIARITIES--FOURTEEN DAYS IN A LITTLE OPEN BOAT ON STORMY LAKE
WINNIPEG--STRANGE EXPERIENCES--HAPPY CHRISTIAN INDIAN BOATMEN--"IN
PERILS BY WATERS."

At Fort Garry in the Red River settlement, now the flourishing city of
Winnipeg, our party, which had so long travelled together, broke up with
mutual regrets. The Reverend George Young and his family remained to
commence the first Methodist Mission in that place. Many were his
discouragements and difficulties, but glorious have been his successes.
More to him than to any other man is due the prominent position which
the Methodist Church now occupies in the North-West. His station was
one calling for rare tact and ability. The Riel Rebellion, and the
disaffection of the Half-breed population, made his position at times
one of danger and insecurity; but he proved himself to be equal to every
emergency. In addition to the many duties devolving upon him in the
establishment of the Church amidst so many discordant elements, a great
many extra cares were imposed upon him by the isolated missionaries in
the interior, who looked to him for the purchasing and sending out to
them, as best he could, of their much-needed supplies. His kindly
laborious efforts for their comfort can never be forgotten.

The Revs. George McDougall and Peter Campbell, with the teachers and
other members of the party, pushed on, with their horses, waggons, and
carts, for the still farther North-West, the great North Saskatchewan
River, twelve hundred miles farth