thought it beneath his dignity to carry in the deer himself, but who
imagines it to be a sign of his being a great brave thus to treat his
wife. The gun was enough for him to carry. Without giving the poor
tired creature a moment's rest, he shouts out again for her to hurry up
and be quick; he is hungry, and wants his dinner.

The poor woman, although almost exhausted, knows full well, by the
bitter experiences of the past, that to delay an instant would bring
upon herself severe punishment, and so she quickly seizes the scalping
knife and deftly skins the animal, and fills a pot with the savoury
venison, which is soon boiled and placed before his highness. While he,
and the men and boys whom he may choose to invite to eat with him, are
rapidly devouring the venison, the poor woman has her first moments of
rest. She goes and seats herself down where women and girls and dogs
are congregated, and there women and dogs struggle for the half-picked
bones which the men, with derisive laughter, throw among them!

This was one of the sad aspects of paganism which I often had to witness
as I travelled among those bands that had not, up to that time, accepted
the Gospel. When these poor women get old and feeble, very sad and
deplorable is their condition. When able to toil and slave, they are
tolerated as necessary evils. When aged and weak, they are shamefully
neglected, and, often, put out of existence.

One of the missionaries, on visiting a pagan band, preached from those
blessed words of the Saviour: "Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are
heavy laden, and I will give you rest." In his sermon he spoke about
life's toils and burdens, and how all men had to work and labour. The
men of the congregation were very angry at him; and at an indignation
meeting which they held, they said, "Let him go to the squaws with that
kind of talk. They have to carry all the heavy burdens, and do the hard
work. Such stuff as that is not for us men, but for the women." So
they were offended at him.

At a small Indian settlement on the north-eastern shores of Lake
Winnipeg lived a chief by the name of Moo-koo-woo-soo, who deliberately
strangled his mother, and then burnt her body to ashes. When questioned
about the horrid deed, he coolly and heartlessly said that as she had
become too old to snare rabbits or catch fish, he was not going to be
bothered with keeping her, and so he deliberately put her to death.
Such instances cou