and again dropping it, we remained safely in port till the storm
had subsided. We had several places to call at, and baffling winds
still more prolonged our voyage. At last we anchored in the beautiful
bay opposite my brother's station.

I looked out anxiously expecting him to come off to us. I was then
about to land with Mary, thinking to take him and his family by
surprise, when a canoe appeared with one of the native teachers on
board. His first words were, "I am the only one left alive." My heart
sunk within me.

I put Mary again on board and went on shore. On the way the teacher
told me the sad tale. At first the natives in the district had been
friendly, but instigated by the heathen chiefs, they had, after a time,
refused provisions or assistance. Even some who had professed
Christianity were afraid to come openly to receive instruction. A
little band was faithful, and many came at night to hear the word of
God, and brought food, or the mission family might have been starved.
Still my brother persevered, and not without effect. Fresh converts
were made. Children were allowed to come to the girls' school, and when
it was discovered what useful arts they learned there in addition to
reading and writing, even some chiefs became desirous of sending their
daughters for instruction. This unexpected progress, made, in spite of
opposition, by the missionaries, exasperated the heathen chiefs still
further, and a plot was formed to cut off all the Christian teachers.
Their safety was, however, watched over by their converts, and all
attempts defeated. Treachery was next attempted, and one of the most
savage of the heathen chiefs pretended to be desirous of hearing the
truth. He sent to my brother, begging him to come to him. He was urged
not to go.

"What, and run the risk of allowing a soul to be left in Satan's power
which may be rescued!" was his answer. He went, accompanied by a
teacher and two Christian natives. They were unarmed. Day after day
passed, and no tidings came of them. At last the bodies of all four
were found. They had been barbarously murdered; but whether or not they
had reached the old chiefs residence could not be ascertained. He sent
a message expressing his regret that the missionary had not come to him.
My sister-in-law was supported in a way the Holy Spirit can alone
support a person in distress. Her longing desire was to meet him in
heaven, and to prepare their two boys t