half of this great American
Continent. They have each a population of from five to sixty human
beings. These are, if possible, placed in favourable localities for
fish or game, but often from one to five hundred miles apart. The only
object of their erection and occupancy is to exchange the products of
civilisation for the rich and valuable furs which are to be obtained
here as nowhere else in the world. In many instances the inmates hear
from the outside world but twice, and at times but once, in twelve
months. Then the arrival of the packet is the great event of the year.
We spent a very pleasant Sabbath at Lower Fort Garry, and I preached in
the largest dining-room to a very attentive congregation, composed of
the officials and servants of the Company, with several visitors, and
also some Half-breeds and Indians who happened to be at the fort at that
time.
The next day two boats were ready, and we embarked on our adventurous
journey for our far-off, isolated home beyond the northern end of Lake
Winnipeg. The trip down Red River was very pleasant. We passed through
the flourishing Indian Settlement, where the Church of England has a
successful Mission among the Indians. We admired their substantial
church and comfortable homes, and saw in them, and in the farms,
tangible evidence of the power of Christian Missions to elevate and
bless those who come under their ennobling influences. The cosy
residence of the Venerable Archdeacon Cowley was pointed out to us,
beautifully embowered among the trees. He was a man beloved of all; a
life-long friend of the Indians, and one who was as an angel of mercy to
us in after years when our Nellie died, while Mrs Young was making an
adventurous journey in an open boat on the stormy, treacherous Lake
Winnipeg.
This sad event occurred when, after five years' residence among the
Crees at Norway House, we had instructions from our missionary
authorities to go and open up a new Indian Mission among the then pagan
Salteaux. I had orders to remain at Norway House until my successor
arrived; and as but one opportunity was offered for Mrs Young and the
children to travel in those days of limited opportunities, they started
on several weeks ahead in an open skiff manned by a few Indians, leaving
me to follow in a birch canoe. So terrible was the heat that hot July,
in that open boat with no deck or awning, that the beautiful child
sickened and died of brain-fever. Mrs Young
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