gone,
He Whom I fix my hopes upon.
His path I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way till Him I view."

We closed by singing the Doxology, and then, after prayers, I sadly said
"Good-bye," and shook hands again with them all. I found it hard to
break away from them. Many of them were in tears, who seldom wept
before. Coming to my beloved Sandy last, I put my arm around his neck
and kissed him as there he stood, weeping as though his heart would
break. With a "God bless you all," I sprang into the boat, which was
quickly pushed off from the shore, and then the long journey to the land
of the Saulteaux was begun.

After some of the usual incidents of travel I reached Beren's River, and
was most enthusiastically received by the Indians. The man who had
said, "Our eyes were dim from long watching," now said that they were
dim with tears of joy that he had lived to see the day when a Missionary
of their own lived among them. As I was to leave before the lake froze
up, every day was precious. I pitched a canvas tent, and in it lived
for several weeks. All assembled once every week-day for religious
worship, and then, when that was over, the Missionary and men took off
their coats and went to work. The spot for the Mission was decided
upon, and then acre after acre of the forest from this place, and also
from where each Indian had decided to build, was rapidly being cleared
of the forest trees. We held three services every Lord's day, and saw
that the school for the children was faithfully kept up.

Getting everything in good shape, and leaving Martin Papanekis, a devout
and trusty Christian Indian from the Norway House Mission, in charge, I
started in a birch canoe, with Big Tom as principal canoe-man, for Red
River.

Of our adventures and dangers I need not write, although there were
several on that long journey in such a frail craft. One complete upset
chilled me most thoroughly, as the water was about down to freezing
point. At one place, where we tried to push on all night, we were
tantalised by some most brilliant "Will-o'-the-wisp" lights, which our
experienced Indians thought were decoy signals put out by wicked Indians
to bewilder or injure us. Canoe travelling on this great lake is risky
business. The storms come up with surprising rapidity, and the waves
rise up like those of the ocean. However, we had a good canoe, and Big
Tom was in charge; and He Who holds the winds and the waves in His fis