drowned ere we succeeded in reaching the shore. This
loss was the more keenly felt, as in such an isolated place it is
utterly impossible to replenish your store. However, after several such
mishaps, we succeeded in carrying out our programme; and at length
reached home in safety.
The long winter, with its seven or eight months of bitter cold, set in
shortly after. For a few weeks I was kept busy with home matters and
the affairs of the local mission appointment. As soon, however, as the
great lakes and rivers were well frozen over and a sufficient fall of
snow made it possible to begin my winter journeys, I harnessed my dogs,
and with my guide and dog-drivers, responded, as far as possible, to the
many calls to tell the Story of the Great Book.
So many were the Macedonian calls from other places that winter, that I
did not make a trip to Nelson River. This I regretted exceedingly, for
although it was the most distant, it was one of the most promising and
encouraging of all the new fields to which I had gone.
About the middle of the following summer, while enjoying the glories of
a magnificent sunset, I saw a canoe with some Indians in it coming
toward our home. When they had landed, two of them at once came up to
me, greeted me most cordially, and before I could fully return their
greetings, or recall where I had before seen them, exclaimed:
"We remember your good words to us--and we have brought Sandy along."
"Sandy along! Who is Sandy?" I asked.
"Why, Sandy Harte--you remember him--the boy who was shot in the leg--
the one you used to go and teach; we have brought him along, for we
remember your words, so sweet to us, about him."
"What were my words?" I asked, for I could not at that moment recall
them.
"Why, your words were: What a pity it is that Sandy is not educated! If
he were educated, he might be such a blessing to you all. We have not
forgotten it. We have often talked about it. What you said to us and
taught us from the Great Book was so good, we are hungry for more. We
are willing to be taught. You cannot come all the time. We want some
one to be with us who knows something; so we have brought Sandy all the
way in the canoe to be taught by you; and then, to come back to us, that
we may learn of him."
There was no mistake about it. There was Sandy in the middle of the
canoe looking up at me with those brilliant black eyes that had so
attracted me in that wigwam far away.
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