blessed gospel, while
those fierce warriors sat listening with the most profound attention to
his words.

What were those words? He was telling them that they must become as
children; that they must be born again, that their old evil nature might
be overcome; that they must do good to their enemies, and forgive those
who should injure them; that they must lead pure and holy lives, not
giving way to their angry feelings, or even indulging in angry thoughts.
He told them, too, of the Saviour's love, and the Saviour's death; how
God would forgive their sins, which, though red as scarlet, would become
white as wool, if they trusted that by that death he had taken their
sins upon himself, and had become their Saviour, their Advocate, their
great High Priest.

Winnemak having thus become a Christian, did not rest content until he
had used every effort to convert the whole of his tribe. Nor did he
stop here: he went to other tribes; and when he found his own influence
was not sufficient, he procured the assistance of white missionaries,
whom he supported and protected.

His example was followed by his former enemy Piomingo, whose young wife
and himself became industrious settlers--the greater number of their
tribe completely abandoning their old barbarous customs. The only
regret of Winnemak was that he and his people had not received these
glorious tidings in earlier days, before they had almost ceased to exist
as a people in the land where once their warriors were counted by
thousands.

But I have been anticipating events. From several of the emigrant
trains which came by next season, we obtained not only such stores as we
required, but several useful hands; while many of the families, seeing
the fertility of the country, and the progress we had made, to say
nothing of the protection of the military post, resolved, instead of
incurring the dangers of a longer journey, to settle in our
neighbourhood.

The new house, as Uncle Jeff and Bartle intended, was far superior to
the old one, and although we hoped that we should never again be
attacked, yet it was built with an eye to defence, and was considered
almost as strong as the fort itself. Happily, however, we have never
had occasion to try its capabilities of withstanding a siege.

Fields were added to fields; the stock increased; and God prospering us
notwithstanding the heavy losses we had incurred, Uncle Jeff's farm
eventually became the most nourishing in the