inent feature
of the exercises. In 1835, when her brother, Dr. Williamson, went as a
missionary to the Dakotas, she strongly desired to accompany him. But
her duty required her to remain at home and care for her aged father,
who died in 1839, at the age of 77. She did not join her brother,
however, until 1843, at the age of forty.

II--HER WORK AMONG THE DAKOTAS.

This covers one-third of a century. The missionary spirit was a part of
her life,--born with her,--a heritage of several generations. The blood
of the Newtons flowed in her veins. When she arrived in Minnesota, she
went to work without delay and with great energy and with untiring
industry greatly beyond her strength. She was very familiar with the
Bible. She taught hundreds of Indians, perhaps fully one thousand, to
read the Word of God, and the greater part of them to write a legible
letter. She visited all the sick within her reach, and devoted much of
her time to instructing the Dakota women in domestic duties. She
conducted prayer meetings and conversed with them in reference to the
salvation of their souls. Many of them, saved by the Holy Spirit's
benediction upon her self-denying efforts, are now shining like bright
gems in her crown of glory on high.

Lac-qui-Parle,--the Lake-that-speaks,--two hundred miles west of St.
Paul, was her first missionary home. There she gathered the young
Indians together and taught them as opportunity offered. The
instruction of the youth--especially the children, of whom she was ever
a devoted lover, was her great delight.

It was more than a year before any mail reached her at this remote
outpost. She was absent in the Indian village when she heard of the
arrival of her first mail. She, in her eagerness to hear from her
friends in Ohio, ran like a young woman to her brother's house. She
found the mail in the stove-oven. The carrier had brought it through
the ice, and it had to be thawed out. That mail contained more than
fifty letters for her and the postage on them was over five dollars. In
1846, she removed with her brother to Kaposia, Little Crow's village
(now South St. Paul), and in 1852 to Yellow Medicine, thirty-two miles
south of Lac-qui-Parle. The privations of the missionaries were very
great. White bread was more of a luxury to them then, than rich cake
ordinarily is now. Their houses and furnishings were of the rudest
kind. Their environments were all of a savage character.

Their trials were many and