aw at his pipe.

Turn we now to look upon one more picture. It is on the shores of the
great lake--Lake Winnipeg. There among a tangled but picturesque mass
of reeds and bushes, a canoe is resting on the reeds, and, not far from
it, a rude structure of boughs and bark has been set up. It is open in
front, and before it burns a large fire, whose light, however, is paled
by the effulgence of the glorious sun as it dips into the lake.

Petawanaquat is there, seated with a book on his knee, and a dignified,
yet slightly perplexed expression on his face. His friend Sinclair is
there too, teaching him to read the Word of God. Meekeye, faithful
partner and sympathiser with the red man, is also there; and beside them
reclines our friend Tony. That child's taste for hunting is strong.
Having been--according to Miss Trim's report--a very good boy and
_remarkably_ diligent at his lessons, he has been granted a holiday and
permission to go a-hunting with his red father. He is tired after the
day's hunt, and reclines placidly awaiting supper, which Meekeye with
downcast look prepares.

Having spent two hours over the Book that evening, Petawanaquat closed
it slowly and looked up.

"You find it rather difficult to understand," said Sinclair, with a
pleasant smile.

The red man rose, drew himself up, and, turning his black eyes, like the
eagle, on the flashing sun, stretched out his hand.

"My brother," he said, "beholds the sun. Can he tell where it comes
from, or whither it goes? No; but he understands that the Great Spirit
guides its course, and he is satisfied. When Petawanaquat was a child
he understood very little. He is a man now, and understands a little
more. When the Great Spirit takes him up yonder, no doubt his mind
shall be made bigger, and it shall be filled. The book that the Great
Spirit has sent is very big. Some things in it are hard to understand,
but the greatest thing of all is not hard. There is but _one thing
needful_. Is not Jesus the one thing? Petawanaquat wishes to live for
ever. To know the Great Spirit and Jesus is to live for ever.
Petawanaquat has lived long and seen much. He has seen men torture men
like evil spirits. He has seen scalps torn from men and women. He has
seen little ones dashed against the stones. The spirit of Petawanaquat
has groaned within him--he knew not why--perhaps the Great Spirit was
speaking to him in his heart. `Shall these deeds of evil never have a