He so highly
prized the visits of the missionary that he followed him like his
shadow. He attended all the services, and when, wearied out with the
day's toil, the missionary prepared to rest, Koosapatum was not far off;
and when the missionary knelt down to say his evening prayer alone, the
now devout old man would kneel beside him and say: "Missionary, please
pray out loud, and pray in my language, so that I can understand you."

Thus the Gospel had come to the heart and was influencing the life of
even the conjurer of the Nelson River Indians. The service at which a
great majority of the people decided for Christ was a very memorable
one. It began at about eight o'clock in the morning. The majority of
the Indians in all that vast district were gathered there.

Oowikapun's people were among the crowd, much to his delight.
Astumastao and her aunt had heard of the gathering, and required no
second invitation to be on hand. Great indeed was her joy to look again
into the face, and hear the voice of a missionary. Very much surprised
and bewildered was she at having been anticipated by some one who had
succeeded in bringing in the missionary before she had begun her journey
for this purpose. And great indeed was her joy and delight, and deeply
was she moved when she heard of the part Oowikapun had played in the
important work.

The meeting between the two was genuine and natural. The dream of her
youth was now accomplished, for here, ready to begin the religious
service, was the missionary, with the good book in his hand. His coming
was the result of the efforts of Oowikapun. That she really loved him
the conflicts of the last few weeks most conclusively answered. His
bronzed, weather-beaten appearance showed something of the hardships of
the long journey, while his bright, happy face revealed to her how amply
repaid he felt for all he had endured and suffered.

As he entered the gathering assembly it was evident to all that his
quick, eager eyes were on the lookout for some special friend.

Not long had he to look. Astumastao and her aunt had come in from
another wigwam, and were not very far behind him, and so were able to
see how eagerly he was scanning the faces of those who had already
assembled. So absorbed was he in scanning those in front that the
noiseless moccasined feet of others coming in behind him were unheeded.

For a moment Astumastao watched his wistful, eager looks, and well
divining th