e meaning, with flushed and radiant face she advanced toward
him and cordially exclaimed: "My brave Oowikapun!" Startled, overjoyed,
and utterly unconscious or careless of the hundreds of bright eyes that
were on him, he seized the extended hands, and drawing her toward him,
he imprinted upon her brow a kiss of genuine and devoted love, and
exclaimed: "My own Astumastao!"

Tucking her arm in his as he had lately seen the white Christians do, he
proudly marched with her up to a prominent place in the audience, where
they seated themselves, while the aunt for the present judiciously
looked out for herself.

It was a very picturesque assembly. Indians dress in an endless variety
of fashions. Some in their native costumes looked as statuesque and
beautiful as the ancient Greeks; others as ridiculous as a modern fop.

All, however, were interested and filled with suppressed excitement.
The first hour was spent in singing and prayer and in reading the word
of God, or, as the Indians love to call it, the book of heaven.

Then the Indians who had come from Norway House with the missionary, and
who were earnest Christians, told of how they had found the Saviour.
Very clear and definite are many of the Christian Indians on this point.
And as Paul loved to talk about how the Lord Jesus had met him while on
the way to Damascus, so it was with many of these happy converted red
men; they love to talk of their conversion.

To the great joy of the missionary, Oowikapun asked for the privilege of
saying a few words. At first he seemed to falter a little, but soon he
rose above all fear, and most blessedly and convincingly did he talk.
We need not go over it again; it was the story of his life, as it has
been recorded in these chapters. Because of the words and resolves of
Astumastao, he said, he had gone for the missionary; and from this man,
and from Memotas and others, he had found the way of faith in the Son of
God. Now he was trusting in him with a sweet belief that even he,
Oowikapun, was a child of God like these other happy Christians who had
spoken.

After such an hour of preliminary services it was surely easy for that
missionary to preach. He took as his text the sixteenth verse of the
third chapter of Saint John's gospel. This is how it reads in Cree,
which we give, that our readers may see what this beautiful language
looks like:

"_Aspeecke saketat Kesa-Maneto askeeyou kah ke ooche maket oopay
ye-koo-sah-ke