me, through my blinding tears, I seemed to see them
pass in dense array,--a dark world, to be illumined; an enslaved world,
to be set free; a sinful world, to be made holy; a redeemed world, to be
saved.

In a spirit that perhaps savoured too much of unbelief I cried out, "How
long, O Lord, how long? Why do Thy chariot wheels delay?"

Saving me from further gloom, came some of the sweet promises of the
Word: and so I prayed for their speedy fulfilment. Earnestly did my
feeble petitions ascend, that the time would soon come when not only all
the poor Indians of the great North-West, but also all the unnumbered
millions of earth's inhabitants who are going down from the darkness of
paganism and superstition to the darkness of the grave, might soon have
faithful teachers to whisper in their ears the story of the Cross, and
point them to the world's Redeemer.

Making all the visits we had arranged for that trip, we returned home.
Months after, when the packet arrived from Manitoba, the sad news, that
had so filled the Church with sorrow, of the death of the heroic George
McDougall reached us. Out on the wild prairies he had been caught in a
blizzard storm. Horse and man seem to have become bewildered, and there
the noble Missionary to the Indians on the great plains laid himself
down to die, and his frozen body was not found until after fourteen days
of diligent search. After my dear wife and I had read the story, and
talked and wept about his death, so sad, so mysterious, so inscrutable,
she said to me, "Where were you during that week?" The journal was
searched, and we were not a little startled at finding that the race for
life we have in this chapter described was in all probability on the
same day as that on which the Reverend George McDougall perished.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

WORK OUTSIDE THE PULPIT--POLYGAMY AND ITS EVILS--FAMILY RE-
ARRANGEMENTS--DANGEROUS WORK AT TIMES--PRACTICAL PASTORAL DUTIES--A FISH
SERMON--FIVE MEN WON TO CHRIST.

While the blessed work of preaching "the glorious Gospel of the Son of
God" was ever recognised as the most important of our duties, and we
were permitted to rejoice that, as in Paul's time, still "it pleased God
by the foolishness of preaching to save them that believe," yet there
was a great deal to be done outside of the pulpit ere these Indians
could shake off the fetters of a degrading paganism with its attendant
evils.

The slavish fear of the old conjurers deter