have come here to do us good. They
have left their friends far away. They were many days on their journey
to this land, and have suffered many hardships. When your friends
brought you here, they took you into their home and treated you, not as
a servant, but as one of their own family. There is not an Indian in
the village but would be glad to change places with you, and to be
treated as you have been. If they have food, they share it equally with
you. You have had medicine and bandages for your sore leg. You are
well dressed. They have been like parents to you. Yet you have not
been grateful. You acted very foolishly. You ran away from school and
hid yourself. You made their hearts alarmed for fear some serious
accident had happened to you. The worst is, you do not obey Ookemasquao
(the missionary's wife,) as you ought. White ladies are to be as much
obeyed and respected as men. Yet in spite of all your foolishness and
stubbornness, they have been very patient with you. They kept hoping,
that as you grew older you would grow wiser; but you have been getting
so much worse lately, that the missionary has had to deal sternly with
you. He, however, felt sorry for you; his heart was kind toward you all
the time; and so, when you went back, he showed his love to you by his
presents. We all see, that the missionary and his wife have nothing in
their hearts toward you but love. But you must be obedient, and you
ought to be thankful. They are praying much for you, and hoping that
you will yet become a good Christian, and at some future time, be a
great blessing to your own people."

Thus this sensible Christian Indian talked to Sandy, and it was to him a
revelation. From that day there was a decided change in him for the
better. He became obedient and studious, and was ever anxious to do
what he could in return for the kindnesses shown to him. He was a
capital shot, and he and I had some fine bunting and fishing excursions
together. As his lameness interfered with successful hunting on land,
but not with his dexterity in handling the paddle, I purchased for him a
light canoe in which he made many short excursions.

Like all Indian boys, he was very clever with the bow and arrow. I
remember an exhibition, of his quickness and skill that almost amazed
me. I had taken him with me on a shooting excursion to a place which
was called the Old Fort. It was so named from the fact, that many years
before, the