rself, had left the years of childhood far behind. Many of them
had gone into the spirit land. Still she found a goodly number after a
time, and great indeed was their mutual joy to renew the friendships of
their earlier days. And great indeed was the pleasure of all to meet
the wife of that Indian who had visited the mission in the depth of that
cold winter to plead for a missionary, especially when they learned that
it was because of her earnest resolve that he had undertaken the long,
cold, dangerous journey.

They were welcome visitors at the mission house. Sagastaookemou and
Minnehaha seemed intuitively to love them, much to their delight, and as
gravely listened as did the older people to the recital of some of the
thrilling incidents of their lives. The services of the sanctuary were
"seasons of sweet delight," and in them much was to be learned to be
helpful in times to come.

Of course the little home of Memotas was visited. Their hearts were
saddened at finding the one, who for years had not only, as the
missionary's most efficient helper, often ministered to the mind
diseased, and brought comfort to the sin-sick soul, but had often, as in
the case of Oowikapun, when bitten by the savage wolf, skillfully
restored to health and vigour many suffering ones, now rapidly himself
hastening to the tomb.

But although he was feeble in body he was joyous in spirit, and had the
happy gift of making everybody happy who came to see him. Even in his
last illness this remarkable man was a "son of consolation." For months
ere he left us, he lived in an atmosphere of heaven, and longed for his
eternal home. Only once after the arrival of Oowikapun and Astumastao
did he have sufficient strength to go with them to the house of God.
Every Indian within twenty miles of the sanctuary was there that bright
Sabbath morning. Wan and pale and _spiritual_ looked the saintly man
who seemed to have just, by the strength of his will, kept the soul in
the frail earthen vessel, that he might once again worship in the
earthly sanctuary, ere he entered into that which is heavenly.

When with an effort he raised himself up to speak the place was indeed a
Bochim, for the weepers were everywhere. One illustration used by him
has lingered with me through all these years. He said: "I am in body
like the old wigwam that has been shaken by many a storm. Every
additional blast that now assails it only makes the rents and crevices
the