ach Lake, Minnesota. He was greatly
rejoiced to meet "these dear brethren, who, from love to Christ and for
the poor red man, had come alone to this long-neglected field."

A little later they stepped ashore, found themselves in savage
environments and face to face with the grave problems they had come so
far to solve. They were men extremely well fitted, mentally and
physically, naturally and by training for the toils and privations of
the life upon which they had now entered. Sent, not by man but by the
Lord; appointed, not by any human authority but by the great Jehovah;
without salary or any prospects of worldly emoluments, unknown,
unheralded, those humble but heroic men began, in dead earnest, their
grand life-work. Their mission and commission was to conquer that
savage tribe of fierce, prairie warriors, by the two-edged sword of the
spirit of the living God and to mold them aright, by the power of the
Gospel of His Son. And God was with them as they took up their weapons
(not carnal but spiritual) in this glorious warfare.

They speedily found favor with the military authorities, and with one
of the most prominent chieftains of that time and region--Cloudman or
Man-of-the-sky.

The former gave them full authority to prosecute their mission among
the Indians; the latter cordially invited them to establish their
residence at his village on the shore of Lake Calhoun.

The present site of Minneapolis was then simply a vast, wind-swept
prairie, uninhabited by white men. A single soldier on guard at the old
government sawmill at St. Anthony Falls was the only representative of
the Anglo-Saxons, where now dwell hundreds of thousands of white men of
various nationalities.

Busy, bustling, beautiful Minneapolis, with its elegant homes; its
commodious churches; its great University--with its four thousand
students--; its well-equipped schools--with their forty-two thousand
pupils--; its great business blocks; its massive mills; its humming
factories; its broad avenues; its pleasant parks; its population of a
quarter of a million of souls; all this had not then even been as much
as dreamed of.

Four miles west of St. Anthony Falls, lies Lake Calhoun, and a short
distance to the south is Lake Harriet, (two most beautiful sheets of
water, both within the present limits of Minneapolis). The intervening
space was covered by a grove of majestic oaks.

Here, in 1834, was an Indian village of five hundred Sioux. Their
ha