re the Lord our Maker."

I was fortunate in securing for my interpreter a thoroughly good Indian
by the name of Timothy Bear. He was of an emotional nature, and
rendered good service to the cause of Christ. Sometimes, when
interpreting for me the blessed truths of the Gospel, his heart would
get fired up, and he would become so absorbed in his theme that he would
in a most eloquent way beseech and plead with the people to accept this
wonderful salvation.

As the days rolled by, and we went in and out among them, and contrasted
the pagan with the Christian Indian, we saw many evidences that the
Gospel is still the power of God unto salvation, and that, whenever
accepted in its fulness, it brings not only peace and joy to the heart,
but is attended by the secondary blessings of civilisation. The
Christian Indians could easily be picked out by the improved appearance
of their homes, as well as by the marvellous change in their lives and
actions.

We found out, before we had been there many days, that we had much to
learn about Indian customs and habits and modes of thought. For
example: the day after Mr and Mrs Stringfellow had left us, a poor
woman came in, and by the sign language let Mrs Young know that she was
very hungry. On the table were a large loaf of bread, a large piece of
corned beef, and a dish of vegetables, left over from our boat supplies.
My good wife's sympathies were aroused at the poor woman's story, and,
cutting off a generous supply of meat and bread, and adding thereto a
large quantity of the vegetables and a quart of tea, she seated the
woman at the table before the hearty meal. Without any trouble the
guest disposed of the whole, and then, to our amazement, began pulling
up the skirt of her dress at the side till she had formed a capacious
pocket. Reaching over, she seized the meat, and put it in this large
receptacle, the loaf of bread quickly followed, and lastly, the dish of
vegetables. Then, getting up from her chair, she turned towards us,
saying, "Na-nas-koo-moo-wi-nah," which is the Cree for thanksgiving.
She gracefully backed out of the dining-room, holding carefully onto her
supplies. Mrs Young and I looked in astonishment, but said nothing
till she had gone out. We could not help laughing at the queer sight,
although the food which had disappeared in this unexpected way was what
was to have been our principal support for two or three days, until our
supplies should have arriv