Saskatchewan, master. He said that he would wait there, as he'd
heerd the missionary was comin' up to pay the Injins a visit."

"By-the-bye, you're going over to the missionary's place to-morrow, are
you not?"

"Yes, I am."

"Ah, then, that'll do. I'll go over with you. How far off is it?"

"Three miles or thereabouts."

"Very good. Call in here as you pass, and my friend Hamilton and I will
accompany you. Good-night."

Jacques thrust his pipe into his bosom, held out his horny hand, and
giving his young friends a hearty shake, turned and strode from the
room.

On the following day Jacques called according to promise, and the three
friends set off together to visit the Indian village. This missionary
station was under the management of a Wesleyan clergyman, Pastor Conway
by name, an excellent man, of about forty-five years of age, with an
energetic mind and body, a bald head, a mild, expressive countenance,
and a robust constitution. He was admirably qualified for his position,
having a natural aptitude for every sort of work that man is usually
called on to perform. His chief care was for the instruction of the
Indians, whom he had induced to settle around him, in the great and
all-important truths of Christianity. He invented an alphabet, and
taught them to write and read their own language. He commenced the
laborious task of translating the Scriptures into the Cree language; and
being an excellent musician, he instructed his converts to sing in parts
the psalms and Wesleyan hymns, many of which are exceedingly beautiful.
A school was also established and a church built under his
superintendence, so that the natives assembled in an orderly way in a
commodious sanctuary every Sabbath day to worship God; while the
children were instructed, not only in the Scriptures, and made familiar
with the narrative of the humiliation and exaltation of our blessed
Saviour, but were also taught the elementary branches of a secular
education. But good Pastor Conway's energy did not stop here. Nature
had gifted him with that peculiar genius which is powerfully expressed
in the term "a _jack-of-all-trades_." He could turn his hand to
anything; and being, as we have said, an energetic man, he _did_ turn
his hand to almost everything. If anything happened to get broken, the
pastor could either mend it himself or direct how it was to be done. If
a house was to be built for a new family of red men, who had never
han