erance and deep intensity of expression such songs as
"Go, bury thy sorrow, the world hath its share," and "Jesus, keep me near
the cross," and "Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow; now wash me,
and I shall be whiter than snow."

They knew no other songs. They would sing through a large proportion of
the Moody and Sankey Hymnal in a single evening.

At first I listened half amused or thoroughly wearied. But, as the
strains grew more familiar and I sang occasionally with the others, I
felt each day more tired and more conscious of my own incompetency. And
still the Words rang in my ears; "I hear the Saviour say, thy strength
indeed is small;" with much about trusting in Him, and his willingness to
bear it all. As the wind beat against the Ark on wild nights, so that we
could hardly tell which was the wind and which was the roar of the
maddened sea, and still those voices chanted hopefully of the "stormless
home beyond the river," etc., the words began to strike on something
deeper than my physical or intellectual sense, and that not rudely.

I smiled to catch myself humming them over often, and in the school-room,
when I felt that my patience was fast oozing, and I experienced a wild
desire to loose the reins and let all go, unconsciously I took refuge in
repeating those same simple words, going over with them, again and again,
beneath my breath, holding on to them as though they possessed some
unknown charm to keep me still and strong.

I went to the evening meetings. They were held in the school-house, and
were very popular in Wallencamp.

By some provision of the government on behalf of the Indians, a small
meeting-house had been built for those in the vicinity of Wallencamp, and
they were also provided with a minister for several months during the
year. On this account the Indians rather set themselves up above the
benighted Wallencampers, whom government had not endowed with the
privileges of the sanctuary, while they, in turn, made derisive allusions
to the "Nigger-camp" minister, and regarded with contempt its prescribed
means of grace.

The Indians enjoyed, for part of the time that I was in Wallencamp, the
ministrations of a Baptist clergyman, a truly earnest and intelligent
man, gifted with a most forceful manner of utterance, but so lean as to
present a phenomenal appearance. This good man feared nothing but that he
should fail in some part of the performance of his duty. He believed that
it was his