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NORTH AMERICA.

EDITED BY

W. H. WITHROW, D.D., F.R.S.C.

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METHODIST MISSION ROOMS.

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CONTENTS.

[Note. — The Editor lays little claim to originality^ in the compila-
tion of this book. He has been largely dependent upon the writings of
others for the information it contains. For a nmnber of jthe excellent
cuts which are printed in this volume he is indebted to the courtesy of
the Rev. E. R. Young, and also for the kind permission to reprint
sections of his interesting volumes, "By Canoe and Dog Train " and
"Indian Wigwams and Northern Camp Fires." He begs also to
acknowledge indebtedness to the admirable volume of the Rev. John
McLean, Ph.D., on "The Indians of Canada," and for the extracts
acknowledged elsewhere from the Rev. J. Semmens, the Rev. J.
McDougall and other writers who have admirably treated this theme.
— W. H. W.]

PAOR

The Mound-Builders 7

The Cliff-Dwellers 14

Indian Characteristics 21

p Indian Reserves 31

^ The Prairies 36

,\ The Fur Trade 39

">S Canoe Life 42

Indian Missions 48

Winter Travel 49

'^ Fate op the Red Man 67

Winnipeg 72

^ Through the North- West 74

Pacific Coast Indians - 81

Burial Rites 85

Scalping 89

vi CONTENTS.

PAOB

Wampum ^^

Mission Work ^2

POTLACH - - - 1^

Rev. George McDougall 101

Sun Dance 107

Indian Poverty HO

Indian Schools H^

How Indians Treat the Aged 117

Christianity and the Sioux 121

North- West Missions ------ 123

The Song of Hiawatha 140

Picture Writing 141

Winter and Famine . ----- 143

Death op Minnehaha - - - - 144

The Prophecy 146

The Missionary 147

Missions in Labrador - - - - ' " ' ^49

Mission Boat ''Evangelist" 152

Mission Life in the Far North ... - 154

The Hudson's Bay Company - - - - - 166

Pakan, the Indian Chief 162

Indian Missions in British Columbia - - - - 168

Fort Simpson Mission 176

Sabbath-Keeping Indians 1^0

Naas River Mission 1^^ .

Rev Thomas Crosby 1^1

The "Glad Tidings" ------ 199

THE NATIVE RACES OF NORTH AMERICA.

THE name Indians, given to the native races of
America, commemorates the mistaken idea of
its discoverer*, that they had reached the shores of
the Asiatic continent. A short account of these
races, and of their character, custom, and tribal divi-
sions, is necessary in order to understand the long
and cruel conflict between the white man and the red
for the possession of the New World.

All over the North American continent, from Lake
Superior to the Gulf of Mexico, from the Alleghanies
to the Rocky Mountains, are found the remains of an
extinct and pre-historic people. These remains
consist, for the most part, of earthen mounds, often of
vast extent and almost countless numbers. Hence
their unknown creators are called the Mound-Builders.
These strange structures may be divided into two
classes : Enclosures and Mounds proper. The chief
purpose of the Enclosures seems to have been for
defence — ^the formation, as it were, of a fortified

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THE NATIVE RACkS OF

camp. They were sometimes of great size, covering
many hundreds of acres. They were surrounded
by parapets of earth, in the form of circles, octagons,
or similar figures. They were evidently designed for
protection against an intrusive race, and formed a
line of forts from the AUeghanies to the Ohio.
Another striking form of enclosure is that designated

ANIMAL MOUNDS IN WISCONSIN.

1, Turtle mound, 806 feet long, 6 feet high ; 7 and 8, lizard mounds, 8 with

curved tail ; 9, cruciform figure, 209 feet long, 72 feet wide ; 3 and 4, fox

figures ; 5, bear ; 14, buffalo ; 12, 13, 10, and 6, bird-like forms.

Animal Mounds. These are outlines in earth- work,
in low relief, of sacred animals — probably the totems
of different tribes, as the turtle, lizard, serpent,
alligator, eagle, buffalo, and the like. They are
especially numerous in the Valley of the Wisconsin.
The " Great Serpent " of Adams County, Ohio, is over
a thousand feet long, and the " Alligator '* of Licking

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9

County is two hundred and fifty feet long and fifty
feet broad.

The mounds proper are of much less extent, but of
greater elevation. Some, there is reason to believe,
from the presence of charred bones, charcoal, trinkets,
etc., were used as altars for the burning of sacrifice.

ANCIENT MOUNDS, WISCONSIN.

Length, 1,419 feet ; width, 7,000 feet ; a, b, c, and d, pyramid-shaped figures ;
e and f, deep depressions.

and perhaps for the offering of human victims.
Others are know as Temple Mounds. These were
chiefly truncated pyramids, with graded approaches
to their tops, which are always level, and are some-
times fifty feet in height. In Mexico and Central

10 THE NATIVE RACES OF

America this class is represented by vast structures,
faced with flights of steps and surmounted by
temples of stone.

More numerous than any are the Sepulchral
Mounda They always contain the remains of one or
more bodies, accompanied by trinkets, cups, and vases,
probably once containing food provided by living
hands for the departed spirit faring forth, as was
fondly believed; on its unknown journey to the happy
hunting-grounds beyond the sky. The size of these
is generally inconsiderable ; but they sometimes attain
great magnitude, in which case they probably cover
the remains of some distinguished chief. One of '
these, known as Grave Creek Mound, in Virginia, is
seventy feet in height and nine hundred feet in
circumference. Sometimes earthen vessels are found,
containing charred human remains, indicating the
practice of cremation among the Mound- Builders.

But there are other evidences of the comparatively
high state of civilization of those remarkable people.
There are numerous remains of their art and manu-
factures. Among these are flint arrow-heads and
axes, pestles and mortars for grinding corn, and
pipes, frequently elaborately carved with considerable
artistic skill. These last often occur in the form of
animal or human figures, sometimes exhibiting much
grotesque humor, and frequently executed in very
intractable material. Remains of closely woven textile
fabrics have also been found, together with implements
used in the spinning of the thread and manufacture of
^phe clpth, The potterjr and other war^s of the Mound-

NORTH AMERICA.

11

Builders exhibit graceful forms, elegant ornamenta-
tion, and much skill in manufacture. On some of

these the human face and form are delineated with
much fidelity and grace, and the features diflfer widely

12 THE NATIVE RACES OF

fropa those of the present race of. Indians. Copper
implements, the work of this strange people, are also
found in considerable quantities. Among these are
knives, chisels, axes, spear and arrow-heads, bracelets,
and personal ornaments. Many of these implements
exhibit on their surface the unmistakable traces of the
moulds in which they were cast, showing that their
manufacturers understood the art of reducing or at
least of fusing metals.

.But the most striking proof of the mechanical skill
of the Mound-Builders is their extensive mining
operations on the south shore of Lake Superior.
Here are a series of mines and drifts, sometimes fifty
feet deep, extending for many miles along the shore ;
at Ontonagon and at Isle Royal, off the north shore.
In one of these was found, at the depth of eighteen
feet, resting on oaken sleepers, a mass of native
copper weighing over six tons, which had been raised
five feet from its original bed; numerous props, levers,
ladders, and shovels, employed in mining operations,
were also found.

These old miners had become extinct long before
the discovery of America, for the present race of
Indians had no knowledge of copper when first
visited by white men; and trees, whose concentric
rings indicated an age of four hundred years, have
been found growing upon the accumulated rubbish
that filled the shafts.

The commerce of the Mound-Builders was also quite
extensive. Copper from these northern mines is
found widely distributed through eighteen degrees of

NORTH AMERICA, 13

latitude, from Lake Superior to the Gulf of Mexico.
Iron was also brought from Missouri, mica from North
Carolina, and obsidian from Mexico.

An examination of the skulls of those pre-historic
people, scattered over a wide area, indicates, together
with other evidences, that they were a mild, unwar-
like race, contented to toil like the Egyptian serfs in
the vast and profitless labours of mound-building.
Agriculture must have received among them a high
degree of development, in order to the maintenance
of the populous communities by which the huge
mounds were constructed. Their principal food was
probably maize, the most prolific cereal in the world.

The question, " Who were the Mound-Builders ? "
only involves the inquirer in the mazes of conjecture.
They seem to have been of the same race with the
ancient people of Mexico, Central America and Peru.
They probably came, by way of Behring's Strait, from
the great central Asiatic plateau, which has been,
through the ages, the fruitful birth-place of nations.
As they advanced towards the tropical and equatorial
regions of the continent, they seem to have developed
the civilization which met the astonished eyes of
Cortes and Pizarro. Successive waves of Asiatic
emigration of a fierce and barbarous race, apparently
expelled them from the Mississippi Valley and drove
them south of the Rio Grande. Probably little will
ever be known of their history unless some new
ChampoUion shall arise to decipher the strange
hieroglyphics which cover the rocky tablets of the
ruined cities of Yucatan and Guatemala.

14 THE NATIVE RACES OF

The Cliff-Dwellers.

Akin to the Mound - Builders were the CliflF-
Dwellers. Of this strange people and their struc-

CLIFF-DWBLLINGS.

tures we will give, with appropriate illustrations, a
brief account.

One of the most interesting exhibits at the Chicago
Fair was that of the Cliff-Dwellers. A large covered

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mound represented one of the Black Hills of the far
West. In the interior of this were reproductions on
a reduced scale, as well as one or two in large size, of
the strange cliff-dwellings. An admirable museum of
the remains of the Cliff-Dwellers, their pottery,
utensils, weapons, tools, their spinning, weav,ing, and
the like, and their mummies and skeletons, in a
measure enabled us to reproduce the old life of the
Cliff-Dwellers.

In the south-western portion of the United States
Territories, beyond the Rio Grande River, is a vast
plateau stretching to the base of the Sierra Nevadas.
Various large streams have cut long canyons through
the nearly horizontal strata, in places to a depth of
six or seven thousand feet. In the greater part of
this region there is little moisture apart from those
streams, and, as a consequence, vegetation is very
sparse, and the general aspect of the country is that
of a semi-desert. Yet there is abundant evidence that
at one time it supported a numerous population.
" There is scarcely a square mile of the six thousand
examined," writes Professor W. H. Holmes, "that
does not furnish evidence of previous occupation by
a race totally distinct from the nomadic savages
who now hold it, and in many ways superior to
them."

The ruins are almost exclusively stone structures.
Brick or wood seldom occurs. They may be classed,
as to situation, as follows : (1) Lowland or agricultural
dwellings ; (2) cave-dwellings ; and (3) cliff-houses or
fortresses.

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Those of the first class are chiefly on the river-
bottoms, or the fertile lands near the water, without
reference to defence. The second class are excava-

CAVE-DWBLLINaS.

tions in the faces of the low bluffs, and are chosen
chiefly for concealment and security. Those of the
third class are built high up in steep and inaccessible
cliffs, and are evidently places of refuge and strong-

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holds for defence. During seasons of war and inva-
sion, families were probably sent to them for security,
while the warriors went forth to battle ; " and one
can readily imagine," says Professor Holmes, "that
when the hour of total defeat had come they served
as a last resort for a disheartened and desperate
people."

In some cases the ruins give evidence of the well-
built and solid walls of a fortress, which must have
possessed considerable strength.

The cave-dwellings are made by digging irregular
cavities in the faces of bluifs and cliffs of friable rock,
and then walling up the fronts, leaving only small
doorways and an occasional small window.

The cliff-houses are of firm, neat masonry, and the
manner in which they are attached or connected to
the cliffs is simply marvellous. They conform in shape
to the floor or roof of the niche or shelf on which they
are built, which has been worn away by the natural
erosion of the elements. Their construction has cost
a great deal of labour, the stones and mortar having
been brought for hundreds of feet up the most pre-
cipitous places. In many places the larger mortar
seams have been chinked with bits of pottery and
sandstone. The marks of the mason's pick are as
fresh as if made within a few years, and the fine, hard
mud mortar, which has been applied with the bare
hands, still retain impressions of the minute markings
of the skin of the fingers.

In some cases the houses are cleverly hidden away

CLIFF-DWELLINGS.

NORTH AMERICA. 19

in the dark recesses, and so very like the surrounding
cliffs in colour, that I had almost completed the sketch
of the upper house before the lower one was detected.
They are at least eight hundred feet above the river.
The lower four hundred feet is of rough broken slope,
the remainder of massive bedded sandstone, full of
wind-worn niches, crevices and caves.

On the face of the smooth and almost perpendicular
cliff a sort of stairway, of small niches in the rock, has
been cut. An enemy would have but small chance of
reaching and entering such a fortress if defended even
by women and children. There is evidence that a
trickling stream of water supplied the inhabitants
with this vital necessity.

A large cave town occurs in a great ledge or bench
of an encircling line of cliflFs. The total length of the
solidly built portion is eight hundred and forty-five
feet, with a width of about forty-five feet. It contains
about seventy-five distinct rooms, probably distinct
dwellings.

On the Colorado Chiquito occurs the somewhat
formidable-looking fortress shown on page 18. So
difficult of access is this that our author thinks it
must have been reached by a rope-ladder. A similar
cliff'-dwelling is shown in the cut on page 14, com-
manding a broad outlook over valley and river far
below.

Among the debris of the cliff-houses are large quan-
tities of pottery — some of very elegant shape, and
ornamented with very handsome designs ; some will
hold as much as ten gallons. The makers evidently
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20 THE NATIVE RACES OF

had a considerable imitative ability and sense of
grotesque humor, as many of their wares were capital
representations of fowls and the like, often with a
very comic look. Specimens of woven fabric and little
images, probably for idolatrous use, occur. Hiero-
glyphic or picture-writing is also found engraved in
the rock, or painted with red and white pigments. A
number of well-shaped skulls have also been found.

Who were the Cliff-Dwellers and what was their
fate ? is a question of great interest. In the plains of
Arizona and New Mexico are numerous Pueblo vil-
lages, numbering about seven thousand inhabitants,
who are considered to be the descendants of the Cliff-
Dwellers. They dwell in large communities — from
three hundred to seven hundred souls — in one huge
structure. This structure consists of a hollow square,
surrounded on three sides with buildings of adobe, or
mud brick, in two or three receding stories. These
Pueblo Indians exhibit about the same grade of civili-
zation as the Cliff-Dwellers, and it is conjectured that
the latter retired southward some time since the
Spanish occupation of Central America, either on
account of the hostile pressure of fiercer tribes from
the north, or from the failure of the means of susten-
ance through the drying up of the streams.

Sir Daniel Wilson expresses the opinion, founded
largely on the evidence of language and architectural
remains, that the earliest current of New World
population " spread through the islands of the Pacific
and reached the South American continent long before
an excess of Asiatic population had diffused itself into

NORTH AMERICA, 21

its own inhospitable steppes." — *' Pre-historic Man,"
pp. 604-605. He also thinks that another wave of
population reached Central America and Brazil by the
Canaries and Antilles, and that then the intrusive
race, from which our Indians have sprung, arrived by
way of Behring's Strait, driving the Mound-Builders
before them.

Indian Characteristics.

This intruding race was of a fierce and warlike
character, and, continuing its nomad life, never
attained to a degree of civilization at all comparable
to that of the race which they dispossessed. They
have certain common characteristics, though with
numerous minor tribal distinctions of aspect, language,
and customs. They were, for the most part, a tall,
athletic people, with sinewy forms, regular features,
prominent cheek-bones, straight black hair, sometimes
shaven, scanty beard, dark eyes, which, except when
the passions are roused, are rather sluggish in expres-
sion, and copper-coloured skin. In some tribes, as the
Flatheads, the artificial moulding of the skull, by
means of pressure applied in infancy, was common.
They were capable of much endurance of cold,
hunger and fatigue; were haughty, taciturn, and
stoical in their manners ; were active, cunning, and
stealthy in war; but in camp were sluggish and
addicted to gluttonous feasts. The women, in ^^outh,
were of agreeable form and feature, but through
severe drudgery soon become withered and course.
The high degree of health and vigor of the race was

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probably due to the large mortality of weak or sickly
children through the hardships of savage life.

The agriculture of the native tribes, with slight
exception, was of the scantiest character — a little
patch of Indian corn or tobacco rudely cultivated
near their summer cabins. Their chief subsistence
was derived from hunting and fishing, in which they
became very expert. With flint-headed arrows and
spears, and stone axes and knives, they would attack
and kill the deer, elk, or buffalo. The necessity of
following these objects of their pursuit to their often
distant feeding-grounds, precluded social or political
organization except within very narrow limits. The
same cause also prevented the construction, with a
few exceptions, of any but the rudest and simplest
dwellings — conical wigwams of skins or birch-bark,
spread over a framework of poles. Some of the more
settled and agricultural communities had, however,
large lodges for public assemblies or feasts, and even
for the joint accommodation of several families.
Groups of these lodges were sometimes surrounded by
palisades, and even by strong defensive works, with
heaps of stones to repel attack, and reservoirs of water
to extinguish fires kindled by the enemy.

The different tribes of Indians have, most of them,
different ways of building their homes, and they are
divided and named according to these different
methods.

Some, who cover the framework of their wigwams
with skins, are called " Skin -Builders;" others form
the long prairie grass into graceful structures, and are

24 THE NATIVE RACES OF

called "Grass-Builders ;*' still others make a founda-
tion of rouorh timbers, covering it with a paste made
of tough clay and gravel; these are called "Dirt-
Builders." Others, using wood and timbers in rough
ways, are called "Wood" and "Timber-Builders,"
while the "Bark-Builders" are still another class,
who use the tough and beautiful bark of the birch
tree and fashion it into curious and useful homes.

The Sioux are "Skin-Builders," but the Chippewas
work with birch bark, both in their homes and their
canoes, in a beautiful and artistic way. The Sioux,
the " Skin-Builders," take fifteen or twenty long pine
poles and make a frame work, circular at the bottom
and coming to a point at the top. Over these they
stretch very tight one entire piece of material, formed
from the skins of fifteen or twenty buffaloes or cattle
sewed together. On these skins they paint and
embroider, in most glowing and beautiful colours, large
pictures of horses, men, battle scenes, or anything
which may please their fancy. It may easily be
imagined that these present a beautiful and strange
appearance in a village containing four or five
hundred wigwams. It may be a fact new and
interesting to some of my readers that the word
wigwam is derived from an Indian word, meaning
" home " or " dwelling-place."

The entrances to these homes are very low, but
they grow high and roomy toward the centre, where
there is a small opening to allow smoke to escape.
We would do well to take lessons in dressing skins
from our Indian neighbours, for they prepare them

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NORTH AMERICA. 25

so carefully that they do not become hard or stiff,
but remain soft and pliable, even after they have been
thoroughly wet and dried again.

The Chippewa homes, built with the bark, are
made upon a light frame of poles, stuck in the ground
and bent over a rounding frame at the top, so as to
form a roof. These frames are covered with large
pieces of the bark, laid on so as to over-lap one
another ; and when the tribes move, the bark cover-
ings are taken off, rolled up, and easily carried from
place to place. •

The triumph of Indian skill and ingenuity was the
bark-canoe — a marvel .of beauty, lightness and
strength. It was constructed of birch-bark, severed
in large sheets from the trees, stretched over a slender
framework of ribs bent into the desired form, and
well gummed at the seams with pine resin. Kneeling
in these fragile barks, and wielding a short, strong
paddle, the Indian or his squaw would navigate for
hundreds of miles the inland waters, shooting the
arrowy rapids, and boldly launching upon the stormy
lake. Where rocks or cataracts interrupted the
progress, the light canoe could easily be carried over
the " portage " to the navigable waters beyond.

The Indian dress consisted of skins of wild animals,
often ornamented with shells, porcupine quills, and
brilliant pigments. In summer, little clothing was
worn, but the body was tattooed and painted, or
smeared with oil. When on a war expedition the
face and figure were bedaubed with startling contrasts
of color, as black, white, red, yellow and blue. The

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THE NATIVE kACES OF

hair was often elaborately decorated with dyed
plumes or crests of feathers. Sometimes the head
was shaved, all but the scalp-lock on the crown. The

INDIAN TYPE—BEARS GLAWS NECKLACE.

women seldom dressed their hair, and, except in youth,
wore little adornment. Their life after marriage was
one of perpetual drudgery. They tilled the fields,

NORTH AMERICA, 27

gathered fuel, bore the burdens on the march, and
performed all the domestic duties in camp.

The Indian wars were frequent and fierce, generally
springing out of hereditary blood-feuds between
tribes, or from the purpose to avenge real or fancied
insults or wrongs. After a war-feast and war-dance,
in which the plumed and painted " braves " wrought
themselves into a frenzy of excitement, they set out
on the war-path against the object of their resentment.
Stealthily gliding through the forest, they would lie
in wait, sometimes for days, for an opportunity of
surprising the enemy. With a wild whoop they
would burst upon a sleeping village and involve in
indiscriminate massacre every age and either sex.
Firing the inflammable huts and dragging off their
prisoners, they would make a hasty retreat with their
victims. Some of these were frequently adopted by
the tribe in place of its fallen warriors ; others were
reserved for fiendish tortures by fire or knife. One
trophy they never neglected, if possible, to secure — the
reeking scalp-lock of their enemy. Torn with dread-
ful dexterity from the skull, and dried in the smoke of
the hut, it was worn as the hideous proof of the
prowess of the savage warrior. When captured, they
exhibited the utmost stoicism in the endurance of
pain. Amid agonies of torture they calmly sang their
death-song, hurling defiance at the foe.

Their councils for deliberation were conducted with
great gravity and decorum. The speakers often
exhibited much eloquence, wit, vigour of thought, and
lively imagination. Their oratory abounded in bold

28 THE NATIVE RACES OF

and striking metaphors, and was characterized by
great practical shrewdness. They were without a
written language, but their treaties were ratified by
the exchange of wampum-belts of variegated beads, .
having definite significations. These served also as
memorials of the transaction, and were cherished as
the historic records of the tribe.

The Indians were deeply superstitious. Some
tribes had an idea of a Great Spirit or Manitou,
whose dwelling-place was the sky, where he had
provided happy hunting-grounds for his red children
after death. Hence they were often buried with
their weapons, pipes, ornaments, and a supply of food
for their subsistence on their journey to the spirit-
world. Others observed a sort of fetichism — the
worship of stones, plants, waterfalls, and the like ; and
in the thunder, lightning, and tempest they recognized
the influence of good or evil spirits. The " medicine-
man" or conjuror, cajoled or terrified them by their
superstitious hopes or fears. They attached great
importance to dreams and omens, and observed
rigorous fasts, when they starved themselves to
emaciation; and glutton feasts, when they gorged
themselves to repletion. They were inveterate and
infatuated gamblers, and have been known to stake
their lives upon a cast of the dice, and then bend
their heads for the stroke of the victor's tomahawk.

In the unhappy conflicts between the English and
the French for the possession of the continent, the
Indians were the coveted allies of the respective
combatants. They were supplied with knives, guns.

. NORTH AMERICA. 29

and ammunition, and the atrocities of savage were
added to those of civilized warfare. The profitable
trade in peltries early became an object of ambition
to the rival nations, and immense private fortunes
and public revenue were derived from this source.
The white man's " fire-water *' and the fatal small-pox
wasted the native tribes. The progress of settlement
drove them from their ancient hunting-grounds. A
chronic warfare between civilization and barbarism
raged along the frontier, and dreadful scenes of
massacre and reprisal stained with blood the annals
of the times.

The great Algonquin nation occupied the larger
part of the Atlantic slope, the Valley of the St.
Lawrence, and the country around the great lakes.
It embraced the Pequods and Narragansetts of New
England, the Micmacs of Nova Scotia, the Abenaquis
of New Brunswick, the Montagnais and Ottawas of
Quebec, the Ojibways or Chippewas on the great
lakes, and the Crees and Sioux of the far West.

The Hurons and Iroquois were allied races, though
for ages the most deadly enemies. They were more
addicted to agriculture than the Algonquins, and
dwelt in better houses, but they were equally fierce
and implacable. The Hurons chiefly occupied the
country between Lakes Erie, Ontario and Huron, and
the northern banks of the St. Lawrence. Their
principal settlement, till well-nigh exterminated by
the Iroquois, was between Lake Simcoe and the
Georgian Bay.

The Iroquois, or Five Nations, occupied northern

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THE NATIVE RACES OF

New York, from the Mohawk River to the Genesee.
The Confederacy embraced the Mohawks, Oneidas,
Onondagas, Cayugas, and Senecas, and was afterwards

INDIAN TYPE — FEATHEK HEAD DRESS.

joined by the Tuscaroras from south Carolina. Each
tribe, however, asserted its independence, and made
war or peace on its own account, as was shown by

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many a cruel raid upon Montreal or Quebec in a time
of nominal truce with the Confederacy. They were
the most cruel and blood-thirsty of all the savage
tribes — skilful in war, cunninj:^ in policy, and ruthless
in slaughter. They were chiefly the allies of the
British, and proved a thorn in the side of the French
for a hundred and fifty years. The latter, through
their missions, early acquired an ascendency over the
Algonquin and Huron tribes.

After the British conquest of Canada, the Indians
were gathered into Reserves, under military superin-
tendents, at Caughnawaga, the Bay of Quinte, Grand
River, Credit River, Rice Lake, River Thames,
Manitoulin and Walpole Islands, and elsewhere. They
were supplied with annual presents of knives, guns,
ammunition, blankets, trinkets, grain, implements,
and the like. Special efforts have been made, with
marked success, for their education in religion,
agricultural industry, and secular learning. Many
tribes have been raised from barbarism to Christian
civilization, although a few of the old men cling to
the faith of their fathers, and worship the Great
Spirit, beat the conjuror's drum, and sacrifice the
white dog. The Reserves are under the charge of an
Indian agent, who watches over the interests of the
tribe, and prevents the alienation of its property.

In the new Provinces of Manitoba and Keewatin
and in the North-West Territory are numerous tribes
of Plain or Forest Indians, for whom civilization has
as yet done little. They subsist chiefly by fishing and
collecting peltries for the Hudson's Bay Company

32 THE NATIVE RACES OF

and other fur traders. Missionaries, both Protestant
and Roman Catholic, have, with self-denying zeal,
laboured for their spiritual welfare, and in many cases
with very considerable success. Treaties have been
made with most of these tribes, and liberal land
Reserves secured to them.

The Indian tribes in the Pacific Province of British
Columbia are, for the most part, pagan and savage.
Those on the sea coast live principally by fishing, in
which they exhibit great dexterity. They hollow out,
with much patient labour, huge canoes from a single
tree-trunk. They also build large framed and bark-
covered lodges, which will accommodate several
families. In front of these they will often erect a
lofty tree-trunk, carved into hideous, grotesque
representations of the human face and figure,
bedaubed with bright, crude pigments.

The annual report of the Department of Indian
Affairs shows that, according to the latest oflScial
statistics, there are in the Dominion 99,717 Indians.
The religious classification of the Indians is given as
follows :

Protestants. Catholics. Pagan.

Ontario 9,654 6,354 1,258

Quebec 496 6,744 4,539

NovaScotia 2,129

New Brunswick 1,540 ....

Prince Edward Island 304

BritUh Columbia 6,327 9,768 9,523

Manitoba 4,927 1,327 3,083

North- West 3,871 3,183 7,217

Totals 25,366 31,449 25,720

An the rest are pagan or not classified.

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33

Near Brantford is the old Indian settlement to
which the Mohawk Indians were removed from their

OLD INDIAN CHURCH, NEAR BRANTFORD, ONT.

original settlements on the Mohawk River at the
time of the Revolutionary War. Here is situated the

34 THE NATIVE RACES OF

oldest church in the province. Its history can be
traced back to 1784. It is still occupied for public
worship. It possesses a handsome communion service
of beaten silver, presented by Queen Anne to the
Indian chapel on the Mohawk River. Beneath the
walls of the humble sanctuary repose the ashes of the
Mohawk chief, Thayendinaga — Joseph Brant — who
gallantly fought for the British through two bloody
wars.

Other Indian Reserves have been created at several
places, as Winnipeg, New Credit, Rice Lake, Rama,
Walpole Island and elsewhere. On these Reserves th6
Indians have been trained in the arts of peace, and,
to a limited extent, in the practice of agriculture.
But they do not exhibit much self-reliance nor
aptitude of self-support ; and the very assistance
given them by the Government and the missionary
societies of the several churches has, to a large
degree, kept them in a state of tutelage and wardship
that is unfavourable to the development of hardy
energy of character. Yet many have been reclaimed
from a life of barbarism and savagery, and elevated
to the dignity of men and to the fellowship of saints.
Our small cut shows the trim aspect of the Indian
village at the Credit River, where the Rev. Dr.
Ryerson, when a young man, spent the first year of
his Christian ministry. He expresses, in his private
journal, his trepidation on being called from this
ministration to preach to the cultured and intelligent
people of the town of York. At Munsey, Morley,
Red Deer, Fort Simpson and elsewhere in Canada are

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35

flourishing Indian schools, under the management of
the Methodist Church.

Fort. William, at the time when I first saw it,
was about as unmilitary-looking a place as it is
possible to conceive. Instead of bristling with
ramparts and cannon, and frowning defiance at the
world, it quietly nestled, like a child in its mother's

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^^ r^~TMB

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pv.v"":''^^

CHRISTIAN INDIAN VILLAGE, PORT CREDIT.

lap, at the foot of McKay's Mountain, which loomed
up grandly behind it. A picket fence surrounded
eight or ten acres of land, within which were a large
stone store-house, the residence of the Chief Factor,
and several dwelling-houses for the employes. At a
little distance was the Indian mission. A couple of
rusty cannon were the only war-like indications
3 •

36 THE NATIVE RACES OF '

visible. Yet the aspect of the place was not always
so peaceful. A strong stockade once surrounded the
post, and stone block-houses furnished protection to
its defenders. It was long the stronghold of the
North- West Company, whence they waged vigorous
war against the rival Hudson's Bay Company. In
its grand banquet chamber the annual feasts and
councils of the chief factors were held, and alliances
formed with the Indian tribes. Thence were issued
the decrees of the giant monopoly which exercised a
sort of feudal sovereignty from Labrador to
Charlotte's Sound, from the United States bound ry
to Eussian America. Thither came the plumed and
painted sons of the forest to barter their furs for the
knives and guus of SheflSeld and Birmingham, and the
gay fabrics of Manchester and Leeds, and to smoke
the pipe of peace with their white allies. Those days
have passed away. Paint and plumes are seen only
in the far interior, and the furs are mostly collected
far from the forts by agents of the company.

Our engraving represents one of the typical Red
River carts still in use amonor the half-breeds through-
out the North-West. It is peculiar in being made
entirely of wood. There is neither nail nor metal
tire. The thing creaks horribly, and when a hundred
of them or more were out for the fall hunt, the groan-
ing of the caravan was something appalling. The
harness, too, is entirely home-made and exceedingly
primitive. By means of these carts much of the
freighting to the scattered forts of the North-West
was done. It used to take ninety days for a brigade

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37

to go from the Red River to Fort Edmonton. The
adhesive character of Winnipeg mud is indicated, for
these " antediluvian " carts are still occasionally seen
in the prairie capital, and it is a tribute to the strength
of the cart that the viscous material does not drag it
to pieces. The new arrivals can always be known by

QX'^

RED RIVBR O^LRT.

the manner in which they slip and slide about on the
muddy street crossings.

The great natural features of the magnificent North-
West Territory are often of surpassing beauty, and
sometimes of grand sublimity. The prairies spreading
like a shoreless ocean, and starred with vari-coloured
flowers — flashing dew-crowned in the rosy light of

38 THE NATIVE RACES OF

dawn, sleeping beneath the fervid blaze of noon, or
crimson-dyed in the ruddy glow of sunset — are ex-
quisitely beautiful. At night, when the rolling waves
of grass gleam in the pallid moonlight, like foam-
crests on the sea, or when the far horizon flares with
lurid flames, and dun-rolling smoke-clouds mount the
sky, they become sublime. So pure and dry and
bracing is the atmosphere, that the range of vision is
vastly increased, all the senses seem exalted, and new
life is poured through every vein.

As we sweep on and on, all day long and all night,
and all next day and half the night, a sense of the
vastness of this great prairie region — like the vastness
of the sea — grows upon one with overwhelming force.
The following lines of Bryant's well describe some of
the associations of a first view of the prairies :-^

** These are the gardens of the Desert, these
The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful,
For which the speech of England has no name —
The Prairies. I behold them for the first,
And my heart swells, while the dilated sight
Takes in the encircling vastness. Lo ! they lie
In airy undulations, far away,
As if the ocean, in his gentlest swell,
Stood still, with all his rounded billows fixed
And motionless forever.— Motionless ? —
No — they are all unchained again. The clouds
Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath,
The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye.
Man hath no part in all this glorious work :
The hand that built the firmament hath heaved
And smoothed these verdant swells, and sown their slopes
With herbage. . . . The great heavens

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' Seem to stoop down upon the scene in love, —
A nearer vault, and of a tenderer blue,
Than that which bends above the eastern hills. . . .
In these plains the bison feeds no more, where once he shook
The earth with thundering steps — yet here I meet
His ancient footprints stamped beside the pool.

The Fur Tra*de.

Few of the dainty dames of London or Paris, or
even of Toronto or Montreal, have any conception of
the vicissitudes of peril and hardship encountered in
procuring the costly ermines and sables in which they
defy the winter's cold. About the month of August
the Indians of the great North-West procure a supply
of pork, flour and ammunition, generally on trust, at
the Hudson's Bay posts, and thread their way up the
lonely rivers and over many a portage, far into the
interior. There they build their bark lodges, generally
each family by itself, or sometimes a single individual
alone, scores of miles from his nearest neighbour.
They carry a supply of steel traps, which they care-
fully set and bait, concealing all appearance of design.
The hunter makes the round of his traps, often many
miles apart, returning to the camp, as by an unerring
instinct, through the pathless wilderness. The skins,
which are generally those of the otter, beaver, marten,
mink and sable, and occasionally of an Arctic fox or
bear, are stretched and dried in the smoke of the
wigwams. The trappers live chiefly on rabbits,
musk-rats, fish, and sometimes on cariboo, which they
hunt on snow-shoes. The loneliness of such a life is

40 THE NATIVE RACES OF

appalling. On every side stretches for hundreds of
leagues the forest primeval.

Yet, to many there is a fascination in these
solitudes. Lord Milton and Dr. Cheadle spent the
winter of 1863-64 in a trapper's camp with great
apparent enjoyment. Their provisions becoming
exhausted, they had Jo send six hundred miles to Fort
Garry, by a dog team, for four bags of flour and a few
pounds of tea. The lonely trapper, however, must
depend on his own resources. In the spring he
returns to the trading-posts, shooting .the rapids of
the swollen streams, frequently with bales of furs
worth several hundreds of dollars. A sable skin
which may be held in the folded hand is worth in
the market of Europe $30 or $35, or of the finest
quality $75. The Indians of the interior are models
of honesty. They will not trespass on each other's
streams or hunting-grounds, and always punctually
repay the debt they have incurred at the trading-
post. A Hudson's Bay store contains a miscellaneous
assortment of goods, comprising such diverse articles
as snow-shoes and cheap jewellery, canned fruit
and blankets, gun-powder and tobacco, fishing-hooks
and scalping-knives, vermilion for war-paint, and
beads for emb^^oidery. Many thousand dollars'
worth of valuable furs are often collected at these
posts. They are generally deposited in a hug© log
storehouse, and defended by a stockade, sometimes
loopholed for musketry, or mounting a few small
cannon. On the flag-staff is generally displayed the
flag of the Company, with the strange motto, " Fro

NORTH AM^klCA, • 41

"pelle cuietthl' — Skin for skin. These posts are sparsely
scattered over this vast territory. They are like oases
in the wilderness, generally having a patch of
cultivated grpund, a garden of European plants and
flowers, and all the material comforts of civilization.
Their social isolation is the most objectionable feature.
At one which I visited the Chief Factor had just sent
one hundred and thirty miles in an open boat for the
nearest physician. Yet, many of the factors are well
educated men, who have changed the busy din of
Glasgow or Edinburgh for the solitude of these far-off*
posts. And for love's sweet sake, refined and well-
born women will abandon the luxuries of civilization
to share the loneliness of the wilderness with their
bosom's lord. One of the Hudson's Bay factors on
Rupert's River wooed and won a fair Canadian girl,
and took her back in triumph to his home. She was
carried like an Indian princess over the portages and
through the forests in a canoe, supported by cushions,
wrapped in richest furs, and attended ever by a love
that would not

*' Beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly."

There, in the heart of the wilderness, she kept her
state and wore her jewels as if a queen of society.

Almost the sole method of exploring the great
Northern fur regions is by means of the bark canoe
in summer, or the dog-sledge or on snow-shoe in
winter,

42

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Canoe Life.

" The canoe," says Mr. H. M. Robinson, " is part of
the savage. After generations of use, it has grown
into the economy of his life. What the horse is to
the Arab, the camel to the desert traveller, or the dog

MAKING A PORTAGE.

to the Esquimaux, the birch-bark canoe is to the
Indian. The forests along the river shores yield all
the materials requisite for its construction : Cedar for
its ribs, birch bark for its outer covering, the thews
of the juniper to sew together the separate pieces,
and red pine to give resin for the seams and crevices.

NORTH AMERICA. 43

** * All the forestllife^is in it —
All its mystery and magic,
All the lightness of the birch-tree,
All the toughness of the cedar,
All the larch tree's supple sinews.
And it floated on the river
Like a yellow leaf in autumn.
Like a yellow water-lily.'

" During the summer season the canoe is the home
of the red man. It is not only a boat, but a house ;
he turns it over him as a protection when he camps ;
he carries it long distances overland from lake to lake.
Frail beyond words, yet he loads it down to the
water's edge. In it he steers boldly out into the
broadest lake, or paddles through wood and swamp
and reedy shallow. Sitting in it he gathers his
harvest of wild rice, or catches fish, or steals upon his
game; dashes down the wildest rapid, braves the
foaming torrent, or lies like a wild bird on the placid
waters. While the trees are green, while the waters
dance and sparkle, and the wild duck dwells in the
sedgy ponds, the birch-bark canoe is the red man's
home.

"And how well he knows the moods of the river !
To guide his canoe through some whirling eddy, to
shoot some roaring waterfall, to launch it by the edge
of some fiercely-rushing torrent, or dash down a
foaming rapid, is to be a brave and skilful Indian.
The man who does all this, and does it well, must
possess a rapidity of glance, a power in the sweep of
his paddle, and a quiet consciousness of skill, not
obtained save by long years of practice.

44 TME NA tlVE RACES OF

"An exceedingly light and graceful craft is the
birch-bark canoe ; a type of speed and beauty.
So light that one man can easily carry it on his
shoulders overland where a waterfall obstructs his
progress ; and as it only sinks five or six inches in the
water, few places are too shallow to float it. In this
frail bark, which measures anywhere from twelve to
forty feet long, and from two to five feet broad in the
middle, the Indian and his family travel over the
innumerable lakes and rivers, and the fur-hunters
pursue their lonely calling.

" Frequently the ascent of the streams is not made
without mishap. Sometimes the canoe runs against
a stone, and tears a small hole in the bottom. This
obliges the voyagers to put ashore immediately and
repair the damage. They do it swiftly and with
admirable dexterity. Into the hole is fitted a piece
of bark ; the fibrous roots of the pine tree sew it in
its place, and the place pitched, so as to be water-
tight, all \Mthin an hour. Again, the current is too
strong to admit of the use of paddles, and recourse is
had to poling, if the stream be shallow, or tracking if
the depth of water forbid the use of poles; The latter
is an extremely toilsome process, and detracts much
from the romance of canoe-life in the wilderness.
Tracking, as it is called, is dreadfully harassing
work. Half the crew go ashore and drag the boat
slowly along while the other half go asleep. After
an hour's walk the others take their turn, and so on,
alternately, during the entire day.

" But, if the rushing or breasting up a rapid is

NORTH AMERICA, 45

exciting, the operation of shooting them in a birch-
bark canoe is doubly so. True, all the perpendicu-
lar falls have to be " portaged," and in a day's
journey of forty miles, from twelve to fifteen
portages have to be made. But the rapids are as
smooth water to the hardy voyagers, 'v^fho, in any-
thing less than a perpendicular fall, seldom lift the
canoe from the water. As the frail birch-bark canoe
nears the rapid from above, all is quiet. The most
skilful voyager sits on his heels in the bow of the
canoe, the next best oarsman similarly placed in the
stern. The hand of the bowsman becomes a living
intelligence as, extended behind him, it motions the
steersman where to turn the craft. The latter never
takes his eye off that hand for an instant. Its
varied expression becomes the life of the canoe.

" The bowsman peers straight ahead with a glance
like that of an eagle. The canoe, seeming like a
cockle-shell in its frailty, silently approaches the
rim where the waters disappear from view. On
the very edge of the slope the bowsman suddenly
stands up, and, bending forward his head, peers
eagerly down the eddying rush, then falls upon his
knees again. Without turning his head for an
instant, the hand behind him signals its warning to
the steersman. Now there is no time for thought;
no eye is quick enough to take in the rushing scene.
There are strange currents, unexpected whirls, and
backward eddies and rocks — rocks rough and jagged,
smooth, slippery and polished — and through all this
the canoe glances like an arrow, dips like a wild bird'

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down the wing of the storm. All this time not a
word is spoken ; but every now and again there is a
quick twist of the bow paddle to edge far off some
rock, to put her full through some boiling billow, to
hold her steady down the slope of some thundering
chute.

" But the old canoe-life of the Fur Land is rapidly
passing away. In many a once well-beaten pathway,
naught save narrow trails over the portages, and
rough wooded crosses over the graves of travellers
who perishe4 by the way, remains to mark the roll
of the passing years."

The Indians near the frontier settlements, who
hang upon the skirts of civilization, are not favourable
specimens of their race. They acquire the white
man's vices rather than his virtues. They are a
squalid, miserable set ; their bark wigwams are
filthy, comfortless structures. The older women are
horribly withered, bleared, and smoke-dried crea-
tures, extremely suggestive of the witches in " Mac-
beth." The younger* squaws are very fond of
supplementing their savage costume with gay
ribbons, beads, and other civilized finery; and in
one wigwam I saw a crinoline skirt hanging up.
The men are often idle, hulking fellows. They keep
a great number of dogs — vile curs of low degree;
and in one camp which I visited was an exceedingly
tame raven. Neither sex commonly wears any head-
dress in summer, save the coarse hair hanging in a
tangled mass over the eyes. The food supply is
often extremely precarious. Anything more wretched

48 THE NATIVE RACES OF

than the dependence for subsistence on the fish
caught through the ice on the lakes and streams in
winter is hard to conceive. In the days when
buffalo were plenty the great fall hunt was a time
of reckless feasting on buffaloes' tongues. The tender-
est portions were dried in the air and often manu-
factured into pemmican — that is, the dried flesh was
broken into fine pieces and pressed into a skin bag,
and over it , was poured melted tallow. This ex-
tremely strong and wholesome food was long a staple
at all the Hudson's Bay Company's forts.

Indian Missions.

In the far interior, where the Indians are removed
from the baleful influence of the white man's fire-
water, a finer type exists. The Hudson's Bay
Company has always sedulously excluded that bane
of the red race wherever their jurisdiction extends.
Among the prot^g^s of the company, therefore,
Christian missions have had their greatest successes,
although their nomad life almost negatives every
attempt to civilize them. Near many of the posts
is a Jesuit mission, frequently a heritage from the
times of French supremacy. There are a number
of Church of England missions, generally near the
settlements, and some very successful Presbyterian
missions. The Indian missions of the Methodist
Church are, however, more numerous than those of
any other body, and have been attended with very
great success. It has in the Dominion (in 1894),
chiefly in Hudson's Bay Territory, fifty Indian

NOR TH AMERICA, 49

missions, 4,612 communicants, and probably 15,000
members of congregation. Many of these, once pagan
savages, now adorn with their lives their profession
of the Gospel.

There are no more arduous mission fields in the
world than those among the native tribes of the
great North-West. The devoted servant of the Cross
goes forth to a region beyond the pale of civilization.
He often suflTers privation of the very necessaries of
life. He is exposed to the rigour of an almost Arctic
winter. He is cut oflF from human sympathy or
congenial companionship. Communication with the
great world is often maintained by infrequent and
irregular mails, conveyed by long and tortuous canoe
routes in summer or on dog-sleds in winter. The
unvarnished tales of some of these missionaries lack
no feature of heroic daring and apostolic zeal. But
recently one, with his newly-wedded wife, a lady of
much culture and refinement, travelled hundreds of
miles by lake and river, often making toilsome
portages, once in danger of their lives by the up-
setting of their birch-bark canoe in an arrowy rapid.
In midwinter the same intrepid missionary made a
journey of several hundred miles in a dog-sled,
sleeping in the snow with the thermometer forty, and
even fifty, degrees below zero, in order to open a new
mission among a pagan tribe !

Winter Travel.

In winter the snow falls deep and is packed hard by
the wind. To walk well on snow, there is nothing

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like snow-shoes. These are composed of a light
wooden frame about four feet in length, tapering from
a width of about fifteen inches at the centre to points
at either end, the toes being turned up so as to pre-
vent tripping. Over this frame a netting of deer-skin
sinews or threads is stretched for the foot of the runner
to rest upon. The object of this appliance is by a thin
network to distribute the weight of the wearer over
so large a surface of snow as will prevent him from
sinking. The credit of the invention is due to the
Indians, and, like that of the canoe and other Indian
instruments, it is so perfectly suited to the object in
view as not to be susceptible of improvement by the
whites.

On snow-shoes an Indian or half-breed will travel
thirty, forty, and sometimes even fifty miles in twenty-
four hours. It is the common and, indeed, the only
available mode of foot-travel away from the public
highways in winter.

Travelling otherwise than on foot is accomplished
almost entirely by means of dogs. The following
account of winter travel is taken from H. M. Robin-
son's graphic book on " The Great Fur Land": '* The
vehicles to which the dogs are harnessed are of three
kinds — the passenger sledge or dog-cariole, the freight
sledge, and the travaille. A cariole consists of a very
thin board, usually not over half an inch thick, fifteen
to twenty inches wide, and about ten feet long, turned
up at one end in the form of a half circle, like a
toboggan. To this board a light frame-work box is
attfiUshed, about eighteen inches from the rear end.
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52 THE NATIVE RACES,

When travelling it is lined with buffalo-robes and
blankets, in the midst of which the passenger sits, or
rather reclines; the vehicle being prevented from
capsizing by the driver, who runs behind on snow-
shoes, holding on to a line attached to the back part
of the cariole. The projecting end or floor behind the
passenger's seat is utilized as a sort of boot upon which
to tie baggage, or as a platform upon which the driver
may stand to gain a temporary respite when tired of
running. Four dogs to each sledge form a complete
train. They are harnessed to the cariole by means of
two long traces.

" The rate of speed usually attained in sledge-travel
is about forty miles per day of ten hours, although this
rate is often nearly doubled. Four miles an hour is
a common dog-trot when the animals are well loaded;
but this can be greatly exceeded when hauling a
cariole containing a single passenger upon smooth
snow-crust or a beaten track. Very frequently extra-
ordinary distances are compassed by a well-broken
train of dogs. Sixty or eighty miles per day is not
infrequently made in the way of passenger travel.
An average train of four dogs will trot briskly along
with three hundred pounds' weight without diflSculty."

Our engraving on next page shows the Rev. Egerton
Ryerson Young, for nine years a missionary in the
North- West, in winter costume. Writing of this
picture, Mr. Young says :

" My own appearance will seem rather peculiar and
unministerial. However, it is just about as I gener-
ally looked when working or travelling in the winter

REV. B. R. YOUNG IN TRAVELLING DRESS.

54 THE NATIVE RACES OF

in that cold land, where the spirit thermometer — for
the mercury would often be frozen — used to get down
to from forty to fifty degrees below zero. The suit is
of leather — dressed moose skin, or reindeer skin —
trimmed with fur. The Indian women, who make
these leather suits, trim them also with a great deal
of deer-skin fringe. In their wild state on the plains,
the warlike Indians used to have these fringes made
of the scalps of their enemies."

In the foreground is the famous dog " Jack," a huge
St. Bernard, given Mr. Young by the Hon. Senator
Sanford, of Hamilton. He more than once, by his
sagacity and strength, saved the missionary's life.

Mr. Young thus describes a winter journey in the
North Land :

" Ere we start let us examine bur outfit — our dogs,
our Indians, our sleds and their loads. The dogs are
called the Esquimo or 'Huskie' dog. I usedrthem
altogether on my long winter journeys until I imported
my St. Bernards and Newfoundlands. These Esquimo
dogs are queer fellows. Their endurance is wonderful,
their tricks innumerable, their appetites insatiq.ble,
their thievish propensities unconquerable. It seems
to be their nature to steal, and they never get the
mastery of it.

*' OfiF we go. How the dogs seem to enjoy the sport.
With heads and tails up they bark and bound along as
though it were the greatest fun. The Indians, too,
are full of life, and are putting in their best paces.
The bracing air and vigorous exercise jnake us very
hungry, and about noon we will stop and dine. A

NORTH AMERICA, 55

few small dry trees are cut down and a fire is quickly
built. Snow is soon melted, tea is made, and this,
with some boiled meat and biscuits, will do very well.
Our axes and kettles are again fastened to the sleds,
and we are off again. We journey on until the sun
is sinking. in the West, and the experienced Indian
guide says we will need all the daylight that is left in
which to prepare our camp for the night.

" Of our Indian runners it is a great pleasure to
speak. Faithfully, indeed, were their services ren-
dered, and bright are the memories of their untiring
devotion and constancy. When their feet and ours
were bleeding and nearly every footprint of our trail
was marked with blood, their cheerfulness never
failed them, and their hearts quailled not. When sup-
plies ran short, and home and plenty were many days
distant, can we ever forget how, ere the missionary
was made aware of the emptiness of the provision
bags, they so quietly put themselves on quarter
rations that there might yet be sufficient full meals
for him ? And then, when the long day's journey of
perhaps sixty or eighty miles was ended, and we
gathered at our camp fire, with no roof above us but
the stars, no friendly shelter within scores of miles
of us, how kindly, and with what reverence and
respect, did they enter into the worship of the great
God who had shielded us from so many dangers, and
brought us to that hour. Sometimes they tried our
patience, for they were human and so were we ; but
much more frequently they won our admiration by
their marvellous endurance, and unerring skill and

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wisdom in trying hours, when blizzards raged and
blinding snow-storms obliterated all traces of the
trail, and the white man became so confused and
affected by the cold that he was hardly able to dis-
tinguish his right hand from his left

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DOG TEAMS.

" Picturesque was their costume, as in new leather
suites, gaily alorned with bead or porcupine quilt
work, by the skilful hand of bright-eyed wife or
mother, they were on hand to commence the long
journey. And when tlie * Farewells,' to loved ones
were said, and the word * Marche ! ' was given, how
rapid was their pace, and how marvellous their ability

NORTH AMERICA, 57

to keep it up for many a long, long day. To the mis-
sionary they were ever loyal and true. Looking over
nine years of faithful service to him, as he went up
and down through the dreary wastes preaching Jesus,
often where His name had never been heard before,
he cannot recall a single instance of treachery or
ingratitude, but many of devoted attachment and
unselfish love. Some of them have since finished the
long journey, and have entered in through the gate
into the celestial city about which they loved to hear
us talk as we clustered round the camp fire. May we
all get there by-and-by.

" One of the most remarkable fruits of missionary
labour among the aborigines was the native mission-
sionary, Henry B. Steinhaur, whose portrait we give
on page 58. He was an Ojibway Indian, born on
the Rama Reserve, in 1 820, and trained in the Indian
School at Grape Island. He afterwards received a
liberal education at Victoria College. In 1840 he
went as a missionary to his red brethren in the far
North- West, paddling his own canoe for hundreds of
miles to reach his future field of labour. He trans-
lated large portions of the Scriptures and hymn-book
into the native dialect. In 1854 he accompanied the
Rev. John Ryerson to Great Britain, and pleaded
eloquently the cause of his red brethren before the
British Churches. He again devoted himself to mis-
sionary toil in the North- West, travelling with native
tribes on their hunts, and planting among them the
germs of Christian civilization. After a life of
earnest toil for their evangelization, he passed from

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labour to reward on the last Sunday of 1884, leaving
two sons to walk in their father s footsteps as mis-
sionaries to the aboriginal races of the North- West.
" Our cut on page 60/* says Mr. Young, " gives an

HENRY B. STEINHAUR.

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idea of what a winter camp in those northern regions
is, under the most favourable circumstances. To get
away from the fierce breezes that so often blow on
the lake, we turn into the forest, perhaps a quarter of
a mile. The first thing done after finding a suitable
place for the camp is to unharness the dogs. Then,
using our big snow-shoes as shovels, we clear away
the snow from a level spot, where we build up our
camp fire, around which we spend the night. Our
camp kettles are got out and supper is prepared.
Then balsam boughs are cut and are spread on the
ground under our robes and blankets, adding much to
our comfort. Our dogs must not be forgotten, and so
frozen fish in suflScient numbers are taken from our
sleds to give a couple to each dog. As these are
frozen as hard almost as stones we thaw them out at
the fire. What a pleasure it used to be to feed the
dogs ! How they did enjoy their only meal of the
whole day ! What appetites they had ! The way
those dogs could eat twelve or fourteen pounds of
white fish, and then come and ask for more, was
amazing.

" There was some dogs that seemed always hungry,
and never would be quiet. All night long they kept
prowling round in the camp among the kettles, or
over us while we tried to sleep. They were very
jealous of each other when in camp, and as they
passed and repassed each other it was ever with a
snarl. Sometimes it would result in open war, and
we have more than once been rudely aroused from our
slumbers*'by finding eight or ten dogs fighting for

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what seemed to be the honour of sleeping on our
heads."

The fatigue of travelling in the benumbing* cold,
perhaps with a keen wind blowing over the icy lake,
cannot be adequately described. Sometimes a "bliz-
zard " would prevent travel altogether, and drive the
missionary to seek shelter. Mr. Young exclaims:
"How we used to enjoy the wintry camp after a
fatiguing day's journey, when both missionary and
Indians had tramped all day on snow-shoes. It was
a real luxury to find a place where we could sit
down and rest our aching bones and tired and often
bleeding feet. With plenty of dry wood and good
food we forgot our sorrows and our isolation, and
our morning and evening devotions were filled with
gratitude and thankfulness to the great Giver of all
good for His many mercies.

"How gloriously the stars shone out in those
northern skies, and how brilliant were the meteors
that flashed athwart the heavens ! But the glory of
that land, surpassing any and every other sight that
this world affords, is the wondrous Aurora. Never
alike, and yet always beautiful, it breaks the mon-
otonous gloom of those long, dismal wintry nights,
with ever-changing splendour. The arc of light is
visible sometimes in the northern sky as we see it
here ; then it would become strangely agitated, and
would deluge us in floods of liu^ht. Sometimes at the
zenith a glorious corona would be formed that flashed
and scintillated with such brilliancy that the eye was
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cured light shot out from it, reaching down appar-
ently to the shore afar off. The pagan Indians, as
with awe-struck countenances they gazed upon some
of these wonderful sights, said they were spirits of
their war-like ancestors going out to battle. A great
many of them are no longer pagans. Through
numerous difficulties and hardships the missionaries
have gon^ to them with the story of the Cross, and hun-
dreds of these once savage men are devout followers
of the Lord Jesus. Their conversion to Christianity
has amply repaid the missionaries for all they have
suffered in the bitter cold winters, when, with dog
trains, they were obliged to journey scores or even
hundreds of miles to carry to them the news of sal-
vation. But there are many yet unconverted, and,
thank God, there are devoted missionaries still willing
to suffer and endure the bitter cold if, by so doing,
they can bring them into the fold of the Good
Shepherd."

Another local superstition is that of the Giant of
Lake Winnipeg — a mysterious being, who, at the
witching hour of night, guides his strange craft
swiftly on the bright moonlit pathway on the lake,
and as mysteriously disappears. It is customary to
place offerings of tobacco, eta, as a peace-offering on
a rock by the lake side.

Norway House is a large establishment of the
Hudson's Bay Company, twenty miles north of the
northern extremity of Lake Winnipeg. It was for
many years one of the most important of all the
company's posts. Gentlemen of the company and

64 THE NA TIVE RA CES.

large numbers of Indians used to gather here every
summer, some of them coming from vast distances.
The furs of half a continent almost were here col-
lected, and then sent down to York Factory on the
Hudson's Bay, and from that place shipped to
England.

Rossville Mission is two miles from Norway House.
This mission is one of the most flourishing in the
wild North Land. Here it was that the Rev. James
Evans invented the wonderful syllabic characters for
the Cree Indians. In these characters the whole
Bible is now printed, as well as a large number of
hymns and catechisms. So simple is the system that
an average Indian can learn to read in three or four
days. The church at Rossville is large, and is often
filled with hundreds of Indians, who love to hear the
Word of God.

"That human beings can live in such frail bark wig-
wams," says Mr. Young, "in such cold regions is, indeed,
surprising. But they do, and many of them seem to
thrive amazingly. Many a stormy day and night I
have spent in those queer dwelling-places. Some-
times the winds whistled and fine snow drifted in
through the many openings between the layers of
the birch bark, of which they were generally made,
and I shivered until my teeth rattled again. Often
the smoke from the little fire, built on the ground in
the centre of the tent, refused to ascend and go out
through the top; then my eyes sufiered, and tears
would unbiddeA start What a mixed-up crowd we
often were. Men, women, children, and dogs — and

66 THE NA TIVE RACES ^OF

all smoking except the missionary and the dogs.
During the day we huddled around the fire in a circle
with our feet tucked in under us. After supper, and
when the prayers were over, we each wrapped our
blanket around us and stretched ourselves out with
our feet toward the fire, like the spokes of a wheel,
the fire in the centre representing the hub. Fre-
quently the wigwam was so small that we dare not
stretch out our feet for fear of putting them in the
fire, and so had to sleep in a position very much like
a half -opened jack-knife."

In the prairie region the tepees are generally made
of skins, as shown in the cut. These are much warmer
and more comfortable than the birch-bark wigwams,

The mode of disposing of the dead is very remark-
able. In some places the bodies are put in rude
caskets or wrapped in skins or blankets and placed
in trees. The Plain Indians erect a scafibld on the
prairie, on which reposes the dead body out of the
reach of the coyote or prairie wolf.

Few records of self-sacrifice are more sublime than
that of the devoted band at Edmonton House, near
the Rocky Mountains, ministering with Christ-like
tenderness and pity to the Indians smitten with that
loathsome scourge, the small-pox. Few pictures of
bereavement are more pathetic than that of the sur-
vivors, themselves enfeebled through disease, laying
in their far-ofi" lonely graves their loved ones who fell
martyrs to their pious zeal. For these plumeless heroes
of the Christian chivalry all human praise is cold and
meagre; but the "Well done!" of the Lord they loved
is their exceeding great reward.

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The heroic McDougalls, father and sons, will be for-
ever associated in the annals of missionary heroism
throughout the North-West. The elder McDougall
was a pathfinder of Empire as well as a pioneer of
Christianity. After many years spent in preaching
the Gospel to the native tribes he died a tragic death,
but one not unfitting the heroism of his life. While
out on a hunting excursion with his sons he became
lost on the prairie, and not till after several days was
his frozen body found wrapped in icy sleep beneath
the wintry sky. His missionary son walks with
equal zeal in the footsteps of his sainted sire, and
during the late North-West revolt rendered important
service in assisting to pacify the restive Indian tribes.
These and other Indian missionaries often assumed
the native dress, as in our engraving, which was com-
fortable, enduring and well fitted to resist the wear
and tear of their lengthened travels and hard work.

Few spectacles are more sad than that of the decay
of the once numerous and powerful native tribes that
inhabited these vast regions. The extinction of the
race in the not very remote future seems to be its
probable destiny. Such has already been the fate of
portions of the great aboriginal family. In the
library of Harvard University, near Boston, is an old
and faded volume, which, nevertheless, possesses an
intensely pathetic interest. In all the world there is
none who comprehends the meaning of its mysterious
characters. It is a sealed book and its voice is silent
forever. Yet its language was once the vernacular
of a numerous and powerful tribe. But of those who
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spoke that tongue there runs no kindred drop of
blood in any human veins. It is the Bible, translated
for the use of the New. England Indians by Eliot,
the great apostle of their race.

INDIAN MISSIONARY.

NOR TH AMERICA, 69

That worn and meagre volume, with its speechless
pages, is the symbol of a mighty fact. Like the bones
of the mammoth and the mastodon, it is the relic of
an extinct creation. It is the only vestige of a
vanished race — the tombstone over the gra.ve of a
nation. And similar to the fate of the New England
Indians seems to be the doom of the entire aboriginal
population of this continent. They are melting
away like winter snows before the summers sun.
Their inherent character is averse to the genius of
modem civilization. You cannot mew up the eagle
of the mountain like the barn-door fowl, nor tame
the forest stag like the stalled ox. So to the red
man the trammels and fettera of civilized life are
jrksome. They chafe his very soul. Like the caged
eagle, he pines for the freedom of the forest or the
prairie. He now stalks a stranger through the
heritage of his fathers — an object of idle curiosity,
where once he was Lord of the soil. He dwells
\^oi in our cities. He assimilates not with our
habits. He lingers among us in scattered Reserves,
or hoivers upon the frontier of civilization, ever
pushed back by its advancing tide. To our remote
descendants the story of the Indian tribes will be a
dim tradition, as that of the Celts and Picts and
ancient Britons is to us. Already their arrow-heads
and tomahawks are collected in our museums as
strange relics of a bygone ersL Our antiquarians, even
now, speculate with a puzzled interest on their me-
morial mounds and burrows with feelings akin to
those excited by the pyramids of Gizeh, or the
megaliths of Stonehenge.

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We, of the white race, are in the position of warders
to these weak and perishing tribes. They look up to
our beloved Sovereign as their " Great Mother/' We
are their elder and stronger brethren — their natural
protectors and guardians. The Government, it is
true, has exercised a paternal care over the Indians,
It has gathered them into Reserves, and bestowed
upon them annual gifts and pensions. But the white
man's civilization has brought more of bane than of
blessing. His vices have taken root more deeply
than his virtues ; and the diseases he has introduced
have, at times, threatened the extermination of the
entire race.

Many whole tribes have, through the influence
of the missionaries, become Christianized, and many
individuals, as John Sunday and Peter Jones, have
become distinguished advocates of their race, who have
pleaded their cause with pathetic eloquence on public
platforms in Great Britain. One of the ablest of
these civilized Indians was Chief Joseph Brant,
whose portrait we give. He was distinguished for
his unswerving loyalty to the British, and gallantly
fought for king and country during two bloody
wars.

Many of these tribes are still pagan, and sacrifice
the white dog, worship the great Manitou, and are
the prey of cunning medicine-men and of super-
stitious fears. Others give an unintelligent observance
to the ritual of a ceremonial form of Christianity, and
regard the Cross only as a more potent fetish than
their ancestral totem. As the white race has, in

NORTH AMERICA.

71

many respects, taught them to eat of the bitter fruit
of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, be it theirs

TYBNDINAGA— CHIEF JOSEPH BRANT.

to pluck for them tlie healing leaves of the tree of
life ! As they have occupied their ancient inherit-

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ance, be it theirs to point them to a more enduring
country, an inheritance incorruptible and undefiled
— fairer fields and lovelier plains than even the fabled
hunting-grounds of their fathers —

* ' In the kingdom of Ponomah,
In the region of the West wind,
In the land of the Hereafter. "

Winnipeg.

The strongest impression made upon the tourist on
his first visit to Winnipeg is one of amazement that
so young a city should have made such wonderful
progress. Its public buildings, and many of its
business blocks and private residences, exhibit a
solidity and magnificence of which any city in the
Dominion might be proud. The engraving on page

73 gives a view of this now thriving city as it
appeared in 1872, while the one on page 75 shows
the marvellous progress made in twelve years. It is
already an important railway centre, from which
seven or eight railways issue ; and it is evidently des-
tined to be one of the most important distributing
points for a vast extent of the most fertile country
in the world.

The broad block-paved Main Street of Winnipeg,
twice as wide as the average street in Toronto, with
its bustling business and attractive stores, is a
genuine surprise. Its magnificent new City Hall
surpasses in the elegance of its architecture any
other that I know in Canada. The new Post Office
is a very handsome building, and the stately Qauchou

NORTH AMERICA,

73

Block and Hudson's Bay Company's buildings in
architecture and equipment and stock, seem to the
visitor to have anticipated the possible wants of the

Winnipeg in 1872.

community by a score of years. Grace Church is
very elegant and commodious within, but without
looks like a great wholesale block. It was so con-

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structed that when the permanent church, which it is
proposed in time to erect, is built, the old one can
be with ease converted into a large wholesale store.

It was with peculiar interest that I wandered over
the site of the historic Fort Garry — now almost
entirely obliterated. The old gateway and the old
Governor's residence — a broad-eaved, solid, comfort-
able-looking building — and a few old store-houses
are all that remain of the historic old fort which
dominated the mid-continent, and from which issued
commands which were obeyed throughout the vast
regions reaching to the Rocky Mountains and the
shores of Hudson's Bay. It has also its more recent
stormy memories. Around the town may be seen
numerous half-breeds and Indians. Of the latter we
give cuts of characteristic types.

Through the North- West Territories.

We resume our journey over the Canadian Pacific
Railway at the western confines of Manitoba. The
sun went down in crimson splendour, and during the
night Broadview, Qu*Appelle, Regina, Moose Jaw,
Swift Current, and a score of other places were
passed. I must be dependent for an account of places
peissed by night on the excellent guide-book published
by the Canadian Pacific Railway.

Regina is the capital of the Province of Assiniboia,
and the distributing point for the country far north
and south. The Executive Council of the North-
West Territories, embracing the Provinces of Assini-
boia, Alberta, Saskatchewan and Athabasca, meets

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here, and the jurisdiction of the Lieutenant-Governor,
whose residence is here, extends over all these
provinces. The headquarters of the North-West
Mounted Police, with the barracks, officers' quarters,
offices, storehouses and the imposing drill-hall,
together make a handsome village. Moose Jaw is a
railway divisional point and a busy market town
near the western limit of the present settlements.
The name is an abridgment of the Indian name,
which, literally translated, is " The-creek-where-the-
white- man -mended -the -cart -with -moosejaw- bone."
The country is treeless from the eastern border of the
Regina plain to the Cypress Hills, two hundred
miles, but the soil is excellent nearly everywhere, and
the experimental farms of the railway company,
which occur at intervals of thirty miles all the way
to the mountains, have proved the sufficiency of the
rainfall.

Next day the general features of the landscape
continued still the same. The stations, however, are
farther apart, and the settlers fewer in number. In
some places the station-house is the only building in
sight. At one such place, a couple of tourists came
out on the platfojm as the train came to a stop.

Everywhere are evidences of the former presence
of the countless herds of buffalo that pastured on
these plains. Their deeply-marked trails — great
grooves worn in the tough sod — show where they
sought their favourite pastures, or salt licks, or
drinking-places ; and their bleaching skeletons whiten
the ground where they lay down and died, or, more

NORTH AMERICA. 77

likely, were ruthlessly slaughtered for the tongues
and skins. Their bones have been gathered near the
stations in great mounds — tons and tons of them —
and are shipped by the carload to the eastern cities,
for the manufacture of animal charcoal for sugar
refining. The utter extinction of the bison is one of
the most remarkable results of the advance of civili-
zation. Ten years ago, in their migration from south
to north, they so obstructed the Missouri River,
where they crossed, that steamboats were compelled
to stop in mid-stream ; and an eye-witness assured
me he could have walked across the river on the
animals' backs. Now scarce a buffalo is to be seen,
except in the far Valley of the Peace River, and a
score of half-domesticated ones near Winnipeg.

Among the interesting objects seen on the plains
are the remarkable little rodents known as prairie
dogs. They dig underground burrows with remark-
able facility, at the mouth of which they will sit
with a cunning air of curiosity till something disturbs
them when, presto, a twinkling disappearing tail is
the last that is seen of them. It is said that rattle-
snakes and owls will occupy the same burrows, but
of that this deponent sayeth not (iSee cut page 82.)

The presence of the Mounted Police is evidently a
terror to evil-doers, especially to whiskey smugglers
and horse-thieves. The police have a smart military
look, with their scarlet tunics, white helmets, spurred
boots, and riding trousers. Their arms are a repeat-
ing carbine and a six-shooter, with a belt of car-
tridges. They made a more than perfunctory search

• NORTH AMERICA. 79

for liquor on the train ; an Irish immigrant was very
indignant at this interference with the liberty of the
subject. A good deal of liquor was formerly smuggled
in barrels of sugar and the like, and some villainous
concoctions are still brought in by traders from the
American frontier. It is a glorious thing that
throughout so large an area of our country the liquor
traffic is under ban. God grant that these fresh and
virgin prairies may continue forever uncursed by
the blight of strong drink ! The granting of permits,
however, gives frequent opportunities for evading the
prohibition.

At many of the stations a few Indians or half-
breeds may be seen, and sometimes the red man, with
painted face and feathers, brass ear-rings and neck-
lace, and other savage finery. He is not a very
heroic figure, and the squaws look still worse. They
are generally wrapped in dirty blankets, and carry
their papooses tucked in at their backs. They sell
bufialo horns, from which the rough outer surface
had been chipped or filed ofl^ — the hard black core
being polished by the hand to a lustrous smoothness.
They exhibit only one pair at a time, and when that
is sold they jerk another pair, a little better, from
under their blankets.

As one rides day after day over the vast and fertile
prairies of the great North- West, he cannot help feeling
the question come home again and again to his mind
— What shall the future of these lands be? The
tamest imagination cannot but kindle at the thought
of the grand inheritance God has given to us and to

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our children in this vast domain of empire. Almost
the whole of Europe, omitting Russia and Sweden,
might be placed within the prairie region of the
North- West; and a population greater than that of
Europe may here find happy homes. The prophetic
voice of the seer exclaims :

I hear the tread of pioneers,

Of nations yet to be,
The first low wash of waves, where soon

Shall roll a human sea.

The rudiments of empire here

Are plastic yet and warm ;
The chaos of a mighty world

Is rounding into form.

Behind the scared squaw's birch canoe,

The steamer smokes and raves ;
And city lots are staked for sale.

Above old Indian graves.

The child is now living who shall live to see great
provinces carved out of these North-West Territories,
and great cities strung like pearls along its iron roads
and water-ways. Now is the hour of destiny; now
is the opportunity to mould the future of this vast
domain — to lay deep and strong and staple the
foundations of the commonweal, in those Christian
institutions which shall be the corner-stone of our
national greatness.

To quote again from Whittier :

We cross the prairie as of old

The pilgrims crossed the sea,
To make the West as they the East

The homestead of the free !

NORTH AMERICA. 81

We go to plant her common schools

On distant prairie swells,
And give the Sabbaths of the wild

The music of her bells.

Upbearing, like the ark of old,

The Bible in our van.
We go to test the truth of God

Against the fraud of man.

While other Churches have rendered immense ser-
vice to Christianity and civilization in this vast region,
I am more familiar with the missionary work of the
Methodist Church. That Church has no cause to be
ashamed of its record in this heroic work. It has
been a pathfinder of Protestant missions throughout
the vast regions stretching from Nelson River to the
slopes of the Rocky Mountains. Nearly fifty years
ago, when these regions were less accessible than is
the heart of Africa to-day, those pioneer. missionaries,
Rundle and Evans, planted the Cross and preached
the Gospel to the wandering Indians of the forest
and the plains. Nor have they been without their
heroic successors from that day to this.

The large number of Indians on the Pacific Coast
presents another important element in the missionary
problem in that country. Though by no means, as
a whole, a very high type of humanity, they are yet
much superior to the Indians of the plains whom I
saw. There is a little cove in Victoria harbour where
the boats of the West Coast Indians most do congre-
gate. These are large, strong canoes, each hewn out
of a single log. Many of them will carry a dozen

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persons or more. In the National Moseam at Wash-
ington is one from Alaska, over sixty feet long and
five or six feet wide. In these they sail for hundreds
of miles along the coast, fishing, sealing, and hunting,
and bringing the result of their industry to Victoria

A HAPPY FAMILY — PRAIKIE DOGS, OWLS AND SNAKE.

for barter. The chief peril they encounter at sea is
that their wooden craft may split from stem to stem
through the force of the waves. These dug-outs are
fantastically carved and painted. Several of them
lay in the little cove just mentioned, their owners
sound asleep or basking half awake in the sun. The

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men have short squat figures and broad flat faces,
with a thick thatch of long black hair, both head and
feet being bare. The women wear bright party-
coloured shawls, and frequently a profusion of rings,
necklaces, and other cheap jewellery. I saw some with
rings in their nose and copper bracelets on their arms.
A little family group were roasting and eating mus-
sels on the rocks. A not uncomely Indian woman
gave me some. They were not at all unpalatable,
and if one only had some salt and bread, would make
a very good meal; but roast mussel alone was rather
unappetising fare. A pretty black-eyed child was
playing with a china doll, and another had a little
toy-rabbit. It is quite common to see these Indian
women squatting patiently on the sidewalk hour after
hour — time is a commodity of which they seem to
have any quantity at their disposal.

It is among these poor creatures, too often the prey
of the white man's vices and the victims of the white
man's diseases, that some of the most remarkable
ixiissionary triumphs on this continent have been
achieved. The totem poles shown in one of our
engravings are not the " idols " of the Indian tribes,
as has been asserted, but their family crests. The
Indians have quite a heraldry of their own, and some
of the carvings are certainly as grotesque as any of
the dragons, griffins or wy verns of the Garter-King-
at-Arms.

Few things exhibit stronger evidence of the trans-
forming! power of divine grace than the contrast
between the Christian life and character of the con-
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verted Indians, and the squalor and wretchedness of
the still pagan Indians on the Reserve near the city.
In company with the Rev. Mr. Percival, I visited this
village. The house, like most of the Indian lodges on
the West Coast, was a large structure of logs with slab
roof, occupied in common by several families, but
divided into a number of stall-like compartments.
Each family had its own fire upon the bare earth
floor, and its own domestic outfit. This is very
meagre — a few woven mats, a bed upon a raised dais,
a few pots and pans. As we entered, a low plaintive
croon or wail greeted our ears. This, we found, came
from a forlorn-looking woman in wretched garb,
crouching beside a few embers. As we drew near
she lapsed into sullen silence, from which no effort
could move her.

Burial.

Yet that these poor people have their tender affec-
tions we saw evidence in the neighouring graveyard,
in the humble attempts to house and protect the
graves of their dead. I noticed one pathetic memorial
of parental affection in a little house with a glass
window, on which was written the tribute of love and
sorrow, '* In memory of Jim." Within was a child's
carriage, dusty and time-stained, doubtless the baby
carriage of Jim. An instinct old as humanity, yet ever
new, led the sorrowing parents to devote what was
most precious in the memory of their child. Numer-
ous similar evidences of affection were observed in
other Indian places of burial.

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On this subject the Rev. Dr. McLean, who has large
acquaintance as a Methodist missionary with Indian
customs, in his charming book, ** The Indians of
Canada,*' writes as follows :

"Several modes of burial have been practised by
the native tribes. There are several kinds of mounds,
descriptive of the customs of the Mound-Builders of

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pre-historic America. The Tshimpsheans of British
Columbia in former years, and the Apaches of to-day,
practise cremation. The latter place the body on some
sticks of wood, and it is there consumed. Should the
person die in a hut it is consumed v/ith all that it
contains. Some of the Alaskan Indians embalmed
their dead, ^as the mummies are still to be found in
the mummy caves. Some of the native tribes erect

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scaffolds or place their deceased relatives in the
crotches of trees and on the top of some lofty rock.
Sometimes an eminence is selected, and again a
secluded spot, where a lodge is pitched and the corpse
placed within. Graves are also made on the top of
the ground and small houses built over them.

"Some tribes killed two young men when a chief
died, that their spirits might accompany him by the
way. Wrapped in his buffalo robe or blanket the
warrior is borne to his grave, generally accompanied
by very few of his friends. Beside him, in the lodge,
grave or coffin, are placed the relics of the deceased
— pipes, tobacco, and many things of greater or less
value are deposited there. They believe that every-
thing in nature is possessed of a spirit, and that the
spirits of the articles devoted to the deceased depart
with him and are used in the spirit world. Thus,
when you point to the goods lying at the grave after
many days, the natives will tell you that the sub-
stance remains, but the spirit^ live on the spirit of
the things. The souls of hatchets and pipes, horses
and dogs, go to the "happy hunting ground" for their
master's use.

" Upon the death of a chief among the Six Nation
Indians, a song of condolence was sung, which " con-
tains the names, laws and customs of their renowned
ancestors, and praying to God that their deceased
brother might be blessed with happiness in his other
state." The Pawnee women, at sunrise and sunset,
for three days, go to the graves singing the songs of
the dead. Our Plain Indian women cut off their

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hair, one of their fingers by the first joint, and make
bloody gashes on their legs. Sad, indeed, is the wail

INDIAN GRAVE ON THE PRAIBIES.

of the Indian mothers for the dear ones they have lost.
The native tribes are very much afraid of the dead.
They believe that the spirits go abroad at night and

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they are afraid to go out. When passing a grave in
the darkness they will run or shout that the spirit
may be driven away.

''Indians are strong believers in dreams. They
attach a great deal of importance to the visions that
pass in review during the silent watches of the night*
They impart a reality to the object seen that often-
times haunts them on their journeys over mountain
and plain. They are afraid of their dead friends, and
when they dream that they have seen them, they
assert that the spirits of their dead friends have
appeared to them.

"While distributing Sunday-school papers among
some children, I gave away a copy with an illustra-
tion of the raising of Lazarus. On my departure a
boy came running after me, stating that the paper
was bad, because it had the picture of a ghost on it,
and he could not keep it."

Scalping.

"The Indians," says Dr. McLean, "were always
anxious to secure scalps, as the warrior who had the
greatest number was held in the highest estimation by
the members of his tribe, and feared by his enemies. It
was impossible for a warrior to carry the body of his
victim to prove his valour to his fellows, so he took
the scalp, and showing it to the warriors and people
of his tribe, he vaunted his courage and received their
applause. The victorious Indian, having thrown his
victim, twisted the scalp-lock with his left hand, then
cutting the skin around the crown of the head, tore

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the scalp off. This was done quickly, and then
fastening it to his belt, or carrying it in his hand, he
hastened to join his comrades or make his escape.
After the expedition was over, scalp dances and scalp
processions were held. These scalps were worn on
days of rejoicing, and at other times hung at their
cabin doora Many, scalp-locks have I seen in the
years gone by hanging outside the lodges of the Blood
Indians, but to-day not a single one is to be seen in all
the camp. The scalps and trophies of war were placed
on poles, and paraded among the lodges, followed by
the warriors, decked in savage finery and hideously
painted as for war. We shudder when we read of
the cruel warfare and the deeds of blood.

" The reeking scalp and the wild war-whoop seem
to belong to savage tribes, and still, during the early
years in New England, the colonists and soldiers took
the scalps of the Indians, and the officers of justice in
America, acting under the British Government, offered
large bounties for Indian scalps.

" The first thing to be done, upon the return of a war
party having prisoners, was to decide as to the manner
of their disposal. The Iroquois generally burned two
or three of them, and then distributed the others —
men, women and children — among several households
for adoption. By this means the Iroquois kept up
their strength. When a son or daughter died, the
parents engaged a captain to procure someone to fill
the place of the deceased. A woman having lost a
husband, did in like manner.

"Amongst some of the tribes the prisoners were

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subjected to severe torture. They were handed over to
the woman, who mocked and spat upon them, calling
them hard names, and severely taunting and jeering
at them. The brave warrior suffered in silence, or
returned scoff for scoff, urging them to go on with
their cruelty, that he was a man with a brave heart,
and heeded them not. The Blackfeet placed their
prisoners as a mark, and shot at them with their
arrows."

Wampum.

A peculiar Indian custom is that of making and
using wampum. "It was made," says Dr. McLean, "in
early times of wood and shells, of varipus colours, but
similar in size. It was used as a kind of currency
among the tribes, as an ornament of dress, a means of
sending communications, a token of friendship, a record
of historical events, and a pledge at the making of
treaties. The shells, being made into the form of
beads, were perforated, strung on leather thongs, and
used as wampum strings, or woven into belts of various
sizes and designs. The peace belt given to individuals
and tribes, as a token of friendship, was made of white
shells, and the war belts were woven with those of a
dark colour. When a war belt was sent to a tribe
and accepted, it denoted that common cause in war
was to be made by both.

"Wampum strings were given as pay to the per-
formers at the Indian feasts. Among the Iroquois,
wampum strings were employed for narrating his-
torical records. They served as guides to each topic
or subject of address. There was a keeper of these

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strings, who thus became the keeper of the Iroquois
archives.

"When Peter Jones had his audience with the Queen,
he presented a petition and some wampum from the
Ojibways of Canada. In speaking of Her Majesty in
his journal, he records : * I then proceeded to give her
the meaning of the wampum, and told her that the
white wampum signified the loyal and good feeling
which prevails amongst the Indians toward Her
Majesty and her Government; but that the black
wampum was designed to tell Her Majesty that their
hearts were troubled on account of their having no
title-deeds to their lands; and that they had sent
their petition and wampum that Her Majesty might
be pleased to take out all the black wampum, so that
the string might be all white/ "

Mission Work,

Dr. McLean, who has had himself a successful
record as missionary among the Blackfeet, writes as
follows :

" Indian missionary work in Canada by Protestants
began in earnest with the labours of the Rev. Wm.
Case, of the Methodist Church. So deeply was this
man of God impressed with his responsibility in
carrying to the Indian tribes the word of God, that
he travelled almost incessantly, visiting the Indians,
urged the missionaries under his care to study the
languages, sought out true and well- qualified men to
labour, and devised new methods for winning the
tribes to Christ. He took several Indian boys and

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had them sing at missionary meetings in the United
States, much to the joy of the people there, and with
great profit to the funds of the Church. He organized
the Manual Labour School at Alderville, as a training
institution for Indian youth. This school became the
Indian college, where several of our most successful
Indian missionaries were trained. The men directed
by Elder Case became the most successful missionaries
among the Indians of the Church. His heart was in
this work, and, like the sainted John Elliott, the
apostle of the Indians, he only ceased to labour for
them when his breath ce&sed.

''As he attended a camp-meeting, he beheld the face
of a youth among the converts, who was destined to
become one of the most successful Indian missionaries
that ever lived. That lad was Kahkewayquonaby —
Peter Jones.

" The father of this youth was a white man, who,
having loved a modem Pocahontas, married her.
Although the lad had spent his childhood in the
Indian camps, his father, being a man of education,
sent him to school, where he received a fair education.
After his conversion, he held prayer meetings among
the Indians, taught an Indian school, pursued a course
of self -education, and travelled with the missionaries
as assistant preacher and interpreter. After his
ordination, he became an Indian missionary, with a
roving commission. Tribe after tribe, and band after
band, he visited ; and, as he preached, the power of
God fell upon the people, and many were led to re-
joice in salvation. On his own mission he went with

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his Indians into the fields, and taught them how to
plough and sow. He encouraged the women to perse-
vere in the study of domestic economy. All day long
he would labour in the fields with his people, and, in
the evenings, they gathered together in their prayer-
meetings. A week or two at home, spent in this
manner, and then away he would go on a missionary
visit to the tribes scattered throughout the Province
of Ontario. He was intensely energetic in his labours
for the salvation of men. Such was his influence
among the Indians that, when they heard that he
was passing through a section of country to attend a
meeting at a distant point, the Indians and whites
would come for miles to see him, prevail on him to
speak a few words to them on religious matters, and,
of their own accord, would take up a collection, and,
with tears in their eyes, give it to him, as expressive
of their love for the Gospel, wishing that they could
make it more.

"Twice he appeared before Royalty in England.
Everywhere he was preaching to the Indians, or
preaching and lecturing in the interests of his work.
He did a noble work. Thousands of Indians heard
from him the way of life. Many, very many, were
led to Christ through his instrumentality. Though
he is dead, he is still preaching to the Indians by his
Ojibway Hymn Book and New Testament.

"John Sunday — Shawundais — was a Mississauga
Indian. Dark and lonely were the early days of his
life; biit the Gospel reached his heart, and, impelled
with love for his fellow-men, he began to tell the

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95

story of God's love to fallen man. A roving commis-
sion was his ; for in our forests, and along the rivers
and lakes of Ontario, and farther west, on the shores
of Lake Superior, he sped to declare, in the lonely

JOHN SUNDAY, INDIAN PREACHER.

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wigwam and among the scattered bands of red men,
the everlasting truth of God. From that day till the
present the songs of Zion have been sung, and souls
won for Christ by Evans, Rundle, Woolsey, McDou-
gall, and a host of other honest toilers in the mission
fields.

"God has blessed with His presence the ministrations
of His servants of all the churches in the camps of
the Indians of our land.

" A significant fact has been stated as to the value
of missionary effort, that it cost the United States
Government one million eight hundred and forty-
eight thousand dollars to support two thousand two
hundred Dakota Indians during seven years of their
savage life ; but after they were Christianized, it cost
only one hundred and twenty thousand dollars to
support them during the same length of time.

"In 1840, Robert Terrill Rundle, of the Methodist
Church, went to Edmonton and Rocky Mountain
House to preach the Gospel to the Cree and Stony
Indians. He laboured assiduously for the salvation
of these tribes, and rejoiced in seeing many led to
Christ. The songs he taught the people in those
early days*are still remembered by them, and many
a heart clings fondly to the memory of those distant
years. This faithful man still lives in England, hav-
ing become superannuated a few years ago. His
name will endure in the geography of our western
country, for Mount Rundle rears its lofty head in the
vicinity of the railroad in the mountains.

"Sinclair, Steinhauer, Woolsey and Brooking laid

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the foundation of Christian truth among the Indian
tribes in that distant region, supplementing the
labours of Evans and Bundle; and from that day
thousands of Indians have heard the Gospel news,
and rejoiced in its saving power. Many have died in
the faith, testifying with their latest breath to the
power of Christ to forgive sin.

"The McDougalls, father and son, took up the
mantles of the departed missionaries, and the Crees,
Stonies and Saulteaux heard anew the story of God's
love to man. Song and story around the camp fires
were full of spiritual life and joy. The painted
savage heard with astonishment the conquests of the
Christ, and he acknowledged the Christian Master of
Life as his Leader and Friend. Proud hearts were
melted as the missionaries sang of Jesus' love and the
lodges in the land of the Northern Lights resounded
with the shouts of Christian joy.

" Time and space fail in giving to all the faithful
toilers among the Crees, Saulteaux and Stonies their
meed of praise. Travellers have mentioned their
names with reverence, and the Indians treasure the
memory of their labours in their hearts. Young,
German, Boss, Langford and Semmens are only a few
of the self-sacrificing spirits who carried the truth .
among the lodges, and followed the Indians over the
lakes and into the forests, that they might win them
for Christ.

"Across the mountains into British Columbia the
red men have gone, and there, too, the intrepid spirits
have followed them. Duncan, of Metlakahtla, the

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English Church missionary, and Thomas Crosby, the
energetic Methodist, have seen many of the Haidas,
Tshimpseans, and other Indian tribes led to forsake
their potlaches and heathen feasts and sacrifices for
the nobler way of the Christian life. Not content
with preaching to the Indians around Fort Simpson,
and travelling in his canoe, Crosby aroused the mis-
sionary spirit in Eastern Canada, which nobly re-
sponded to his call; and the mission yacht, Glad
Tidings, was built and equipped, and now is speeding
over the mighty Pacific, carrying the knowledge of
Christ to distant tribes.

" Crosby, Tate, Green, and many others are striving
to plant missions among the tribes along the coast
and in the interior, that they may teach the Indians
how to support themselves honestly and well, and
enjoy the purity and blessedness of the Gospel of
peace.

**Ten8 of thousands during the past thirty years
have heard with joy the wondrous story of the life
of Christ, and been constrained by its influence to
forsake their customs, and follow the nobler teachings
of the Prince of Peace.

"Only when the final day has come and all the
ransomed have returned to the home of God, shall
the wondrous news be fully told of the races and
tribes of red men who, in simplicity of heart and life,
followed the teachings of the Great Spirit in this
Canada of ours."

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POTLACH,

"Among the Indians of the Pacific Coast," says Dr.
McLean, " there exists a festival known as ' Potlach/
It is a Chinook word, meaning 'to give,* from the
fact that the chief object is to make" a distribution of
gifts to friends. A chief desiring honour, or an Indian
wishing to obtain a good name for himself, will call
the people of his own and other tribes to enjoy the
abundant provision made for them. Many of the ^
adult members of the tribes will spend years of hard
toil, live in poverty, denying themselves the neces-
saries of life, that they may be able to save a sum
sufficient to hol(l a Potlach.

"At these festivals a single Indian has been known
to distribute, in money and various kinds of articles,
to the amount of fifteen hundred dollars. At the
beginning of the Potlach, the names of the persons to
receive the gifts are called aloud, and they come for-
ward in a very indifferent manner to receive a blanket
or a gun, but when nearing the end of the distribution
there is a general scramble for the property to be
given away.

" The Canadian Government has very wisely pro-
hibited these festivals, as they are the cause of
retarding the progress of the Indians. The indus-
trious and thrifty alone can hold them, because of
their wealth; and the evil becomes a serious one,
when such persons will labour for years that they
may be honoured with a Potlach. The same thing,
in principle at least, is practised among other tribes."

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Rev. George McDougall.

The Rev. George McDougall was one of the earnest,
most devoted and most successful of the Methodist
missionaries in the great North-West — then the Great
Lone Land, now becoming the home of thousands of
settlers. No man possessed the love and confidence
of the native tribes as did he, and through his preach-
ing and teaching hundreds were converted from
paganism and became faithful Christians. He may
be even said to have become a martyr for the truth,
for, in the discharge of his duty, he perished at his
post as a missionary of the Cross. The following is
a touching account of his death :

The Rev. George McDougall was out on the plains
with his son, John, procuring their winter's supply of
buffalo meat. They were about thirty miles from
home and eight or ten from Fort Bresboise, Bow River.
On Monday, 24th January, 1876, in the afternoon,
John ran the buffaloes and killed three, and by the
time they got them skinned and cut up it was long
after dark. They then started for the tent, which
was about four miles distant. When they had gone
about two miles Mr. McDougall said he would go on
to the camp ; so saying, he started ahead on horse-
back and left the sleighs to follow. It was very
windy at the time, and the snow drifting in all
directions, but the night was not very cold. Sad to
say, he wandered far out on the plains, and was lost.
John, as soon as he came to the camp and found
that his father was not there, commenced firing off

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his gun in hopes that his father would hear the report
and come to him ; but, alas, he was out of hearing.
When morning arrived John took his horse and

REV. GEOKGB M*DOUGA.LL.

started in search, but the drifting snow had left no
trace. He searched in all directions until night, when
be came to the conclusion that his father, not being

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able to find the camp, had started for home ; conse-
quently he came home to see, but when he came into
the house there was no father there ; so he and his
brother David and some others started back in haste,
searched again, and found that he had been seen by-
some half-breeds, who were cutting up buffalo out on
the plains, on Tuesday afternoon. We suppose he
was snow-blind and could not see. His body was
found by a half-breed, who was driving to where he
had killed a bufialo, on Saturday, 5th February.
When found he looked as though — all hope of life
being gone — ^he had laid down, stretched out, folded
his arms, closed his eyes, yielded up the ghost, and
the spirit of a dear one had calmly and peacefully
passed away from earth to be with God.

A hero's example.

The Rev. John Semmens, who knew the sainted
George McDougall well, writes the following narra-
tive:

Whether we contemplate his earlier devotion to
duty, his patieiit endeavour in mature manhood, or
the sorrows and projects of advancing years, the
spectacle is both sublime and inspiring. Few men,
since the days of the apostles, have dwelt in more
inhospitable places, have enjoyed less of life's com-
fdrts, or have seen less direct results of their per-
sistent toil than the hero of this sketch. His was
but a voice crying in the wilderness ; yet it heralded
a living Christ. He was but a John in Patmos ; yet
be brought to the red man the rich revelation of

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God's willingness to save. Like Livingstone in
Africa, having done his best, he lay down to die, with
the fervent prayer on his lips, that God would heal
the " open sore " of the North- West. His facile pen
wrote the most glowing descriptions of the fair and
fertile land which had become his adopted home
His eloquent tongue plead with wondrous importun-
ity for the early occupation of a territory destined to
become of untold importance in the history of
Canada. His fine physical forces were brought into
the most complete employ for the honour of the
Master whom he served. His active mind conceived
plans of campaign, looking out into the future, which
were both wise and far-reaching. His loving heart
embraced in its Christian sympathies Saulteaux and
Crees, Stonies and Blackfeet, Half-breeds and white
men. For these he lived and laboured. His sterling
worth was acknowledged by hunter and trader, by
Government officers and missionaries, by the Church
of God, both at home and abroad. His flag was the
signal of peace among the contending tribes. His
word of honour was as satisfactory a^ a Magna
Charta.

Arduous and protracted labours at length began
to tell upon a naturally strong constitution. Sore
bereavement left a brave heart sad and weary.
Tardy responses to earnest appeals for reinforcements
weighed heavily upon a hopeful temperament. Yet
he was never known to murmur or complain. His
heart knew and bore its own bitterness. On January
27th, 1876, God released the faithful watchman from

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further service. From the loneliness of the Saskatche-
wan to the friendships of the New Jerusalem, from
the snow-covered plain to the streets paved with
gold, from the cold night air of a sub- Arctic winter
to the genial warmth of the " Summer Land of Song,"
from the weariness of over-taxed energies to the
"Rest that Remaineth," from the freezing body to
the life eternal passed George McDougall at the call
of God :

** Servant of God, well done !
Thy glorious warfare's past ;
The battle's fought, the race is won,
And thou art crowned at last.

** Redeemed from earth and pain.
Ah ! when shall we ascend,
And all in Jesus' presence reign
With our translated friend."

His life story is that of a hero and a martyr. George
McDougall was one of the bravest and most devoted
of men. We know of few more touching incidents
than that of the father and son — faint with recent
illness — burying with their own hands their loved
ones in isolation and loneliness, yet caring for and
counselling the hundreds of fever- wasted Indians
around them. The tragic scene of the brave mis-
sionary's death is unspeakably pathetic. Such brave
men lay the foundations of empire and of a Christian
civilization — their work is their noblest monument —
being dead, they yet speak.

The late Rev. Enos Langford, who for eight years

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was an Indian missionary to the Cree Indians, wrote
the following pathetic poem upon the death of George
McDougall :

Cold was the night and clear the sky
While homeward bound, he looked on high
. And saw the star which pointed out
The place he sought, where sure he thought.
To rest him for the night.

He spurs his horse, but soon to find
The heavy trains are left behind ;
How quickly out of sight and sound !
Where now is he? we soon shall see
No traces can be found.

When to the camp his friends draw near—
** No traces of his footprints here ; "
*^ What ! where ! can he have missed his way ?
Haste thee, torch, gun, and faster run."
'* Call from the highest hills ! "

In vain they searched, in vain they cried,
No trace was found, no voice replied ;
Sad was that night, but sadder still.
When days had passed, and all at last
Must count him with the dead.

And is he lost who oft had trod
Those hills and plains o'er snow and sod ?
He lost ! who others homeward led !
Yea, lost is he, though strange it be,
Who was himself a guide.

Search, search for the remains at least
Of one so brave, but now at rest ;

A hero on the field of strife :
The Spirit's sword — the written Word,

He wielded as for life.

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With unrelenting zeal and care.
Some search liere and others there ;

Nor do they stop till they have found —
The place of rest where angels blest —

His corpse upon the ground.

Him dangers never ceased to yield,
Nor boundaries knew his mission field ;
As kind, as brave, each lingering trace
On George McDougall's smiling face.
Of goodness beaming still.

Indian Sun Dance.

At a meeting of the Canadian Institute of Toronto,
• the Bev. Dr. McLean, a Methodist missionary to the
Canadian Indians, gave an account of the barbarous
dances of the Blackfeet Indians. One of the most
interesting is the Sun Dance, which is celebrated every
summer; one of the strangest features of which is
the self-torture of those who are admitted as warriors.
Dr. McLean^witnessed one of these ceremonies. A
young man with wreaths of leaves around his head,
ankles and wrists, stepped into the centre of the
lodge. A blanket and pillow were laid upon the
ground, on which he stretched himself. An old man
came and stood over him, and in an earnest speech
told the people of the brave deeds and noble heart of
the young man. After each statement of his virtues
and noble deeds the musicians beat applause.

When the orator ceased, the young man rose, placed
his hands upon the old man's shoulders, and drew
them downwards as a sign of gratitude for the favour-
able things said about him. He then lay down and

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four men held him, while a fifth made incisions or cuts
in his breast and back. Two places were marked on
each breast, denoting the position and width of each
incision This being done, and wooden skewers being
in readiness, a double-edged knife was held in the
hand, the point touching the flesh. A small piece of
wood was placed on the underside to receive the point
of the knife when it had gone through, and the flesh
was drawn out the desired length for the knife to
pierce. A quick pressure and the incision was made,
the piece of wood removed, and the skewer inserted
from the underside as the knife was being taken out.
When the skewer was properly inserted it was beaten
down with the palm of the hand of the operator, that
it might remain firmly in its place. This being done
to each breast, with a single skewer for each, strong
enough to tear away the flesh, and long enough to
hold the lariats fastened to the top of the sacred pole,
a double incision was made on the back of the left
shoulder, to the skewer of which was fastened a drum.
The young man then rose, and one of the operators
fastened the lariats, and the victim went up to the
sacred pole, looking exceedingly pale, and threw his
arms around it, praying earnestly for strength to pass
successfully through the trying ordeal. The prayer
ended, he moved backward until the flesh was fully
extended, and placing a small bone whistle in his
mouth, he blew continuously upon it a series of short
sharp sounds, while he threw himself backward and
danced until the flesh gave way and he fell. Before
tearing himself from the lariats, he seized the drum

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with both hands, and with a sudden pull tore the flesh
on his back, dashing the drum to the ground, amid the
applause of the people. The flesh that was hanging
was then cut ofi*, and the ceremony was at an end.
From two to five persons underwent this torture every
Sun Dance. They were afterwards admitted to the
band of noble warriors. Frequently it is done in
pursuance of a vow to the sun, made in the time of
danger and distress.

Indian Poverty and Its Relief.

Mr. John Semmens writes from Winnipeg, Man.,
October, 1894, as follows :

Seldom if ever in the history of my missionary
work have I witnessed greater poverty than was
found last summer at some of the missions in the far
north. It always requires more energy than the
average Indian gets credit for to keep from hunger
and cold in a sub- Arctic wilderness. There are two
sources of income possible to him. In the winter
months, when the snow lies deep upon the ground,
he may hunt for fur, and find a market with the
Hudson's Bay Company for all he can bring at
fair prices; but when he comes to take up his
earnings in tea and sugar, pork and flour, or in
blankets, clothing and ammunition, he finds that
what appeared to be large earnings are speedily spent,
and that the results favourable to himself are meagre
and inadequate after all. If it be the right season,
he may supplement his wages by the sale of fish ; but
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111

and he soon wearies of the toil which fails to bring
with it ample reward. Gradually he has fallen into
the habit of drifting with the current of passing time,
rousing only when pangs of hunger or stress of
weather make inaction impossible, or when the
wants of the "mother with the children" appeal
with irresistible force to the best instincts of his
manhood.

THE BURDEN-BEABEB.

The persons of whom we now speak are far beyond
the wheat fields of Manitoba, beyond the hire and
pay of modern commercial life, beyond the paternal
care of the Dominion Government, beyond the annui-
ties and gratuities of the Indian Department. They
work when they must, wait while they can, want
always.

There were special reasons, however, for the distress
of last summer. La grippe had run its disastrous
course;, measles followed. Many, weakened by the

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first attack, were unprepared for the second visita-
tion, and fell easy victims to its death-dealing power.
Throughout the whole land there was mourning over
the dying and th^ dead.

" There was no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb was there ;
There was no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But had one vacant chair. '*

Many of those who passed away were heads of
families, and their children were left to the care of
neighbours, who had children of their own to support.
What with watching by the sick, grieving over the
departed, and caring for the convalescent, not much
hunting was done all the long winter through ; and
when spring came, the meagre returns of fur did not
suffice to prevent abject poverty. Thirteen children
in school poorly clad, forty on the hillside in the
camps with little or no apparel, one hundred people
in church barely presentable, and many more at home
who could not go out at all fer lack of proper
covering. I can assure you it was a great pleasure
to us to be able to offer some help in the name of
the Christian women of Canada. The boxes sent
were just enough to give one to each mission in the
district, and while the goods were gladly given and
thankfully received, what were they, after all, among
so many. Only the most needy received anything
at all, and many were hurt to find that they were
overlooked in the distribution.

This is a good work, and I trust the godly ladies

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associated with you in it will not relax their effort
in this direction while the need continues to be so
great. We bear our own proportion of the expense
of transport, for it costs from one to three dollars
per hundred pounds to move freight from this point
northward; but we gladly bear our share of the
burden, so as to relieve the prevailing distress.

Let it be understood that we do not give indis-
criminately.

There are two or three classes who are entitled
to receive favours, and these only — widows, orphans,
sick persons, and helpless old people — but all who
can work are left to care for themselves.

Indian Schools.

On page 113 is a picture of an Indian school in the
North-West. The Methodist Church has several such.
One of these is at Morley, a place named after Dr.
Punshon. Here is the McDougall Orphanage, which
commemorates the martyr missionary of the plains,
the Rev. George McDougall, who perished from all-
night exposure beneath a wintry sky while in the
discharge of his duty on his vast mission field. The
Indian boys and girls are instructed in reading,
writing, the knowledge of the Scriptures, mechanical
work, and household duties, by kind and faithful
teachers, and thus are fitted to become good citizens
and true Christians.

The Rev. A. Langford, a Methodist missionary at
Norway House, N.W.T., writes thus of Indian child-
life:

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The majority of Indian children are allowed to do
almost as they please at home. Their parents seldom
punish them.

You all know children usually have " tempers of
their own," and sometimes when you don't give them
what they want, just when they want it, two little
hands fly up, and two little feet are set in motion.
Well, Indian children act very much like other chil-
dren. Indeed, if you did not see their black heads
and dark faces, I don't see how you could tell — from
their actions and voices — whether they were Indian
or not, for they seemed to act and cry in English.

Now, these crooked little tempers and naughty
dispositions are allowed to develop with the child's
growth and years, the parents seldom correcting, but
allowing the child to act as it wishes. It reaches
manhood like a neglected tree, with many useless
branches, which aflfect its fruitfuln'ess and mar its
beauty. These children usually grow up rebellious,
sullen, sulky, disobedient and unthankful. However,
they do not all display ugly tempers and unpleasant
countenances. Many of them are very cheerful, and
display considerable wit. But, as a rule, they are
hard to manage as servants or companions ; for they
easily get displeased, and then sulk, and will very
likely give you some impudent talk. Those, however,
who have had a good training in the mission school
are much more reasonable and faithful. There is
nothing to prevent them from becoming clever men
wid women if they had proper training at home.
yFor this reason they do not make successful teachers
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Should you ask some of these parents why they do
not punish their children for wrong-doing, they will
tell you they love them, and if they were to whip
them they would always feel sorry for it should the
children be taken away from them by death before
they grew up. You may think it strange, but chil-
dren, as a rule, dictate to their parents. In every
matter of business they seem to have as much author-
ity as the parents. Often a parent, when in the
trading store, will turn to a child of five or six years
old and a^k what he shall next purchase, or of two
articles, which he should take. Thus the parent
assumes no responsibility in compelling the child to
submit to his wishes or better judgment, and they
grow up with the idea that they know all they
should know, and whatever they are to learn after-
wards is received as news, and not as being necessary
information ; hence, in employing them as servants,
it is a dij£cult task to train them without giving
offence.

Like some white children, they are soon " too big "
to attend either day school or Sunday school ; many
of them learn to smoke tobacco ; and once they have
killed a deer or trapped some valuable fur, they are
mei\ — in their own eyes at least.

We mourn over the ungodly lives of some of our
young people on these missions. The parents are to
blame in most cases. They refuse to correct them
while young, and when they grow up to be men and
women, as a rule, do not respect their parents, much
less reverence them. "We have had fathers of our
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flesh who corrected us, and we gave them reverence."
St. Paul, again, says : " Children, obey your parents
in all things," etc. But, among Indians that precept
appears to be read and observed thus : "Parents, obey
your children in all things."

There are a few exceptions, however, to this rule,
but very few. You will see at once, from what I have
written, the necessity of establishing ** Homes,"
** Orphanages," and good day schools, so that these
children may be taught as never will be by their
parents, who were once pagan, and see no necessity for
training and teaching their children. This is not to
be wondered at, for people in other parts of the world
— even in civilized Canada — who have not had the
advantage of good schools, seldom give their children
as liberal an education as they should.

Then, continue the work and pray for these missions,
and schools, and homes, for, be assured, " your labor is
not in vain in the Lord.^' Had we our choice, we
could willingly leave this work for others, and become
contributors to rather than claimants on the Mission
Fund. While we are here, however, we shall try in
every possible way to enlighten and elevate these
poor people, so as to cheer and encourage you in sup-
porting this glorious cause.

How Indians Treat the Aged.

I had often heard, writes Mr. A. M. Barnes, of
the cruel way in which the Indians treated their old
people, but I could not believe it until I went myself
and saw many of the things of which I now want to
tell you.

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The old squaws are made to do all the hard work
of the camp, to take the ponies to water, strip up the
beef, make the fires, bring the wood, and similar
things. When a camp is on the move, they have to
carry the tepee poles, rolls of canvfiis, cooking utensils,
and other heavy baggage. When the wood is out
they have to go for it, and as these prairies are well-
nigh woodless for many miles on a stretch, they have
to go a long distance. I have many times seen them
passing by our women's school or the parsonage
with their backs bent beneath a burden of sufficient
weight to load a donkey. They are made to go until
they can go no longer ; and then, when they grow too
old and sick to be of use any more, they are subjected
to the most shameful treatment. Even the dogs fare
better, for the dogs are well fed, and these miserable
old people are not. They are not allowed to eat with
the other members of the family, but have to take
what is left. Often and often they have only a few
crusts and bones thrown to them. The old men are
treated as cruelly as the old women, though they get
clear of the work even when they are able to do it.

Not long ago some Indians went to the Government
agent, and asked him for some old worn-out waggon
mules that had been abandoned as of no further use.
The agent was about to grant their request, when the
thought came to him that he would find out what
they wanted with the mules. They hesitated for
a while, and wouldn't tell him, but when forced to do
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to their old people. The agent was shocked, and of
course did not give them the mules.

All the butchering of the beeves shot down on the
plains by the men is done by the women just so long
as they are able to do it. When they are not, and
are confined to the tepees by sickness and old age,
they have been known to crawl forth at night, or in
the dusk of the evening, to the spot where the
butchering had been done, and to devour the offal
that have been scattered about. All this sounds too
terrible to be written, but it is true, nevertheless.
Many of the old men and women come to the parson-
age to beg something to eat from Mrs. Methvin.
None of them are ever turned away. The most of
them eat like famishing wolves.

Very soon after reaching our mission we went one
afternoon to visit some of the tepees. In one of them
an old woman was lying. She was perhaps eighty
years of age. Her face was shrunken and shrivelled,
and her hair almost snow white. It was a bitter cold
day. The tepee was full of Indians, and she had been
crowded away from the fire. She lay in a corner on
a couple of dirty, ragged blankets. She was not only
sick, but she was shivering with the cold, for her
entire clothing consisted of a thin calico waist and an
old skirt. Mr. Methvin knelt beside her, took her
hand, and asked her kindly how she was. Oh, how
her eyes glowed at the notice he gave her ! She sat
straight up, and began to talk to him excitedly. Oh, it
seemed too good to be true that he had noticed her, a
poor, miserable old creature, whom everyone else

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scorned, and, even in her hearing, wished out of the
way ! My eyes filled with tears. It wa.8 a pathetic
scene, but it was by no means the last of the kind I
saw.

Even the little children are taught to scorn and ill-
treat the aged. They are represented as useless
burdens, and hence ought to be out of the way. Often
the family is so rejoiced to get rid of one of these old
people that the body is hurried to the grave before
the breath has left it. One of the first things the
teachers at our women's school seek to impress upon
the children when they enter is the keeping of the
fifth commandment.

A young Pottawattamie woman, who is now wedded
to a full-blooded Indian, himself also educated, told
me that a source of the deepest pain to her husband
was the thought of the shameful treatment still
bestowed by his tribe upon old people.

So great is an Indian's contempt for the aged and
infirm that he will never address them direct, but
always looking away from them, and as though
speaking to someone else. How shocking this must
sound to those who have been taught from their
earliest youth to love and reverence the aged ; and
how it ought to stir them to renewed mission work
in behalf of this savage people, who, when once their
hearts are turned to the gentle promptings of the
Christian religion, are so remorseful of the past and
ready to change their way.

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Christianitt and the Sioux.

In an article giving the results of Christianity
among the Sioux Indians, Lieutenant Wassel pays a
high tribute to missionaries generally. He writes:
" From the sorcery and jugglery of a weazened medi-
cine man he has brought the Sioux to confide in the
simple teachings of the Bible. From the barbarous
self-immolation of the Sun Dance he has led him to
the few rites of Christianity. From the gross sensu-
ality and selfishness of the awful mystery, the Takoo
Wakan, manifested and worshipped under the form
of gods innumerable, he has built up a faith in one
Supreme Being. To-day Episcopalians, Presbyterians
and Congregationalists are all well represented in the
Dakotas, and have rendered great assistance to the
Government in efforts towards civilization. The
younger men wear their Y. M. C. A. badges, just as
their forefathers wore the dirty medicine charms.
The leading men are no longer those who have killed
the most Crows or stolen the greatest number of
ponies. War songs are replaced by Christian hymns,
and ' Jesus Itancan ' now bursts forth from the dusky
throats that formerly knew nothing but the murder-
ous ' kte.' The churches and religious societies have
certainly quenched the fire of barbarism in the Indian
children. Marriage, according to the Christian rites,
has succeeded the annual virgin-feast, where a slan-
dered maiden stood face to face with her accuser by
the sacred fire, and swore a high-sounding oath to her
purity. The disappearance of blanket and breech-

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cloth, long hair and highly-painted faces, is a sign
that the Sioux has succumbed to a stronger civiliza-
tion, and with his old custom have fallen his old
gods."

Mission Work in the Great North- West.

I had received instructions, writes the Rev. E. R.
Young, to visit Oxford Mission, and to do all I
could for its upbuilding. This mission had had a
good measure of success in years gone by. A church
and mission-house had been built at Jackson's Bay,
and many of the Indians had l3een converted. I left
Norway House in a small canoe, manned by two of
my Christian Indians, one of whom was my inter-
preter. W^ith this wonderful little boat I was now to
make my first intimate acquaintance.

For this wild land of broad lakes and rapid rivers
and winding creeks the birch-bark canoe is the boat
of all others most admirably fitted. It is to the
Indian here what the horse is to his more warlike red
brother on the great prairies, or what the camel is to
those who live and wander amidst Arabian deserts.
The canoe is absolutely essential to these natives in
this land, where there are no other roads than the
intricate, devious water routes. It is the frailest of
all boats, yet it can be loaded down to the water's
edge, and under the skilful guidance of these Indians,
who are unquestionably the finest canoe men in the
world, it can be made to respond to the sweep of their
paddles, so that it seems almost instinct with life and
reason. What they can do in it, and with it, appeared
to me at times perfectly marvellous.

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Yet, when we remember that for about five months
of every year some of the hunters almost live in it,
this may not seem so very wonderful. It carries them
by day, and in it, or under it, they often sleep by
night. At the many portages which have to be made
in this land, where the rivers are so full of falls and
rapids, one man can easily carry it on his head to the
smooth water beyond. In it we have travelled thou-
sands of miles, while going from place to place with
the blessed tidings of salvation to these wandering
bands scattered over my immense circuit. Down the
wild rapids we have rushed for miles together, and
then out into great Lake Winnipeg, or other lakes, so
far from shore that the distant headlands were scarcely
visible. Foam-crested waves have often seemed as
though about to overwhelm us, and treacherous gales
to swamp us, yet my faithful, well-trained canoe men
were always equal to every emergency, and by the
accuracy of their judgment, and the quickness of their
movements, appeared ever to do exactly the right
thing at the right moment. As the result, I came at
length to feel as much at home in a canoe as anywhere
else, and with God's blessing was permitted to make
many long trips to those who could not be reached in
any other way, except by dog-trains in winter.

Good canoe-makers are not many, and so really
good canoes are always in demand. Frail and light
as this Indian craft may be, there is a great deal of
skill and ingenuity required in its construction.

Great care is requisite in taking the bark from the
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the trunk of the tree. Then, from this cut, the Indian
begins, and with his keen knife gradually peels off
the whole of the bark, as high up as his incision went,
in one large piece or sheet, as shown in cut on page
126. And even now that he has safely got it off the
tree, the greatest care is necessary in handling it, as
it will split or crack very easily. Cedar is preferred
for the woodwork, and when it can possibly be
obtained, is always used.

Canoes vary in style and size. Each tribe using
them has its own patterns, and it was to me an ever-
interesting sight, to observe how admirably suited to
the character of the lakes and rivers were the canoes
of each tribe or district.

The finest and largest canoes were those formerly
made by the Lake Superior Indians. Living on the
shores of that great inland sea, they required canoes
of great size and strength. These "great north
canoes," as they were called, could easily carry from
a dozen to a score of paddlers, with a cargo of a couple
of tons of goods. In the old days of the rival fur-
traders these great canoes played a very prominent
part. Before steam or even large sailing vessels had
penetrated into those northern lakes, these canoes
were extensively used. Loaded with the rich furs of
those wild forests, they used to come down into the
Ottawa, and thence on down that great stream, often
even as far as to Montreal.

Sir George Simpson, the energetic but despotic
governor of the Hudson's Bay Company for years,
used to travel in one of these birch canoes all the way

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from Montreal up the Ottawa, on through Lake
Nipissing into Georgian Bay ; from thence into Lake
Superior, on to Thunder Bay. From this place, with
indomitable pluck, he pushed on back into the interior,
through the Lake of the Woods, down the tortuous
River Winnipeg into the lake of the sAme name.
Along the whole length of this lake he annually
travelled, in spite of its treacherous storms and annoy-
ing head winds, to preside over the Council and attend
to the business of the wealthiest fur-trading company
that ever existed, over which he watched with eagle
eye, and in every department of which his distinct
personality was felt.

How rapid the changes which are taking place in
this world of ours! It seems almost incredible, in
these days of mighty steamships going almost every-
where on our great waters, to think that there are
hundreds of people still living who distinctly remem-
ber when the annual trips of a great governor were
made from Montreal to Winnipeg in a birch-bark
canoe, manned by Indians.

Of this light Indian craft Longfellow wrote :

**Give me of your bark, O Birch tree !
Of your yellow bark, O Birch tree !
Growing by the rushing river.
Tall and stately in the valley !
I a light canoe will build me,
Build a swift canoe for sailing.

' Thus the birch canoe was builded
In the valley by the river,
In the bosom of the forest."

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We left for Oxford Mission on the 8th of September.
The distance is over two hundred miles, through the
wildest country imaginable. We did not see a house
— with the exception of those built by the beavers —
from the time we left our mission-home until we
reached our destination. We paddled through a be-
wildering variety of picturesque lakes, rivers and
creeks. When no storms or fierce head-winds im-
peded us, we were able to make fifty or sixty miles a
day. When night overtook ,us, we camped on the
shore. Sometimes it was very pleasant and romantic;
at other times, when storms raged and we were
drenched with the rain so thoroughly that for days
we had not a dry stitch upon us, it was not quite so
agreeable.

We generally began our day's journey very early
in the morning, if the weather was at all favourable,
and paddled on as rapidly as possible, since we knew
not when head-winds might arise and stop our pro-
gress. The Oxford route is a very diversified one.
There are lakes, large and small, across which we had
to paddle. In some of them, when the winds were
favourable, our Indiaas improvised a sail out of one
of our blankets. Lashing it to a couple of oars, they
lifted it up in the favouring wind, and thus very
rapidly did we speed on our way.

At times we were in broad beautiful rivers, and
then paddling along in little narrow creeks amidst
the reeds and rushes. We passed over, or, as they
say in that country, "made" nine portages around
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the Indians carried the canoe on his head. The other
made a great load of the bedding and provisions, all
of which he carried on his back. My load consisted
of the two guns, ammunition, two kettles, the bag
containing my changes of raiment, and a package of
books for the Indians we were to visit. How the
Indians could run so quickly through the portages
was to me a marvel. Offcen the path was but a nar-
row ledge of rock against the side of the great granite
cliff; at other times it was through the quaking bog
or treacherous muskeg. To them ifc seemed to make
no difference. On they went with their heavy loads
at that swinging Indian stride which soon left me
far behind.

To visit the Indians who fish in the waters of
Oxford Lake and hunt upon its shores I once brought
one of our missionary secretaries, the eloquent Rev.
Lachlin Taylor, D.D. We camped for the night on
one of the most picturesque points. The Indians
looked on in amazement while he talked of the beau-
ties of the lake and islands, of the water and the sky.

" Wait a moment, doctor," I said. " I can add to
the wild beauty of the place something that will
please your artistic eye.'*

I requested two fine-looking Indians to launch one
of the canoes, and to quietly paddle out to the edge
of an island which abruptly rose from the deep, clear
waters before us, the top of which had on it a number
of splendid spruce and balsams, massed together in
natural beauty. I directed the men to drop over the
side of the canoe a long fishing line, and then posing

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them in striking attitudes in harmony with the place,
I asked them to keep perfectly still until every ripple
made by their canoe had died away.

I confess I was entranced by the sight. The reflec-
tions of the canoe and men and of the islands and
rocks were as vivid as. the actual realities. It was
one of those sights which come to us but seldom in a
lifetime, where everything is in perfect unison, and
God gives us glimpses of what this world, His foot-
stool, must have been before sin entered.

" Doctor," I said quietly, for my heart was full of
the doxology, "tell me what you think of that vision."

Standing up, with a great rock beneath his feet, in
a voice of suppressed emotion he began. Quietly at
first he spoke, but soon he was carried away with his
own eloquence :

" I know well the lochs of my own beloved Scot-
land, for in many of them I have rowed and fished.
I have visited all the famed lakes of Ireland, and
have rowed on those in the lake counties of England.
I have travelled far and oft on our great American
lakes, and have seen Tahoe, in all its crystal beauty.
I have rowed on the Bosphorus, and travelled in a
felucca on the Nile. I have lingered in the gondola
on the canals of Venice, and have traced Rob Roy's
canoe in the sea of Galilee and on the old historic
Jordon. I have seen, in my wanderings in many
lands, places of rarest beauty, but the equal of this
mine eyes have never gazed upon."

Never after did I see the lake as we saw it that
day.

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On it we have had to battle against fierce storms,
where the angry waves seemed determined to engulf
us. Once, in speeding along as well as we could from
island to island, keeping in the lee as much as possible,
we ran upon a sharp rock and stove a hole in our
canoe. We had to use our paddles desperately to
reach the shore, and when we had done so, we found
our canoe half full of water, in which our bedding
and food were soaked. We hurriedly built a fire,
melted some pitch, and mended our canoe, and hurried
on.

Long years ago a careless, sinful, young Indian
rushed into the Mission-house, under the influence of
liquor, and threatened to strike me. But the blessed
truth reached his heart, and it was my joy to see him
a humble suppliant at the Cross. His heart's desire
was realized. God has blessedly led him on, and now
he is faithfully preaching that same blessed Gospel
to his countrymen at Oxford Mission.

In responding to the many Macedonian cries, my
circuit kept so enlarging that I had to be "in journey-
ings often." My canoes were sometimes launched in
spring, ere the great floating ice-flelds had disappeared,
and through tortuous open channels we carefully
paddled our way, often exposed to great danger.

On one of these early trips we came to a place
where, for many miles, the moving ice-flelds stretched
out before us. One narrow channel of open water
only was before us. Anxious to get on, we dashed
into it, and rapidly paddled ourselves along. I had
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expected some novel adventures — and had them with
interest

Our hopes were that the wind would widen the
channel, and thus let us into open water. But, to our
disappointment, when we had got along a mile or so
in this narrow open space, we found the ice was
quietly but surely closing in upon us. As it was
from four to six feet thick, and of vast extent, there
was power enough in it to crush a good-sized ship ;
so it seemed that our frail birch-bark canoe would
have but a poor chance.

I saw there was a reasonable possibility that when
the crash came we could spring on to the floating ice.
But what should we do then ? was the question, with
canoe destroyed and on floating ice far from land.

However, as my Indians kept perfectly cool, I said
nothing, but paddled away and watched for the
development of events. Nearer and nearer came the
ice ; soon our channel was not fifty feet wide, Already
behind us the floes had met, and we could hear the
ice grinding and breaking as the enormous masses
met in opposite directions. Now it was only about
twenty feet from side to side. Still the men paddled
on, and I kept paddling in unison with them. When
the ice was so close that we could easily touch it on
either side with our paddles, one of the Indians quietly
said, "Missionary, will you please give me your paddle ?"
I quickly handed it to him, when he immediately
thrust it with his own into the water, holding down
the ends of them so low horizontally under the canoe
that the blade end was out of the water on the other

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side of the boat. The other Indian held his paddle
in the same position, although from the other side of
the canoe. Almost immediately after the ice crowded
in upon us. But as the points of the paddles were
higher than the ice, of course they rested upon it for
an instant. This was what my cool-headed, clever
men wanted. They had a fulcrum for their paddles,
and so they pulled carefully on the handle ends of
them, and, the canoe sliding up as the ice closed in
and met with a crash under us, we found ourselves
seated in it on the top of the ice. The craft, although
only a frail birch-bark canoe, was not in the least
injured.

As we quickly sprang out of our canoe, and carried
it away from where the ice had met and was being
ground into pieces by the momentum with which it
came together, I could not but express my admiration
to my man at the clever feat.

On one of my canoe trips, when looking after pagan
bands in the remote Nelson River District, I had some
singular experiences, and learned some important
lessons about the craving of the pagan heart after
God.

We had been journeying on for ten or twelve days
when one night we camped on the shore of a lake-like
river. While my men were busily employed in gather-
ing wood and cooking the supper, I wandered off and
ascended to the top of a well- wooded hill which I saw
in the distance. Very great, indeed, was my surprise,
when I reached the top, to find myself in the presence
of the most startling evidences of a degraded paganism.

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The hill had once been densely covered with trees,
but about every third one had been cut down, and
the stumps, which had been left from four to ten feet

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INDIAN conjurer's MASK.

high, had been carved into rude representations of the
human form. Scattered around were the dog-ovens,
which were nothing but holes dug in the ground and

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lined with stones, in which at certain seasons, as part
of their religious ceremonies, some of their favourite
dogs — white ones were always preferred — were
roasted, and then devoured by the excited crowd.
Here and there were the tents of the old conjurers
and the medicine men, who, combining some know-
ledge of disease and medicine, with a great deal of
superstitious abominations, held despotic sway over
the people. The power of these old conjurers over
the deluded Indians was very great. They were
generally lazy old fellows, but succeeded, nevertheless,
in getting the best that was going, as they held other
Indians in such terror of their power, that gifts in the
shape of fish and game were constantly flowing in
upon them. They have the secret art among them-
selves of concocting some poisons so deadly that a
little put in the food of a person who has excited
their displeasure will cause death almost as soon as a
dose of strychnine. They have other poisons which,
while not immediately causing death to the unfortun-
ate victims, yet so affect and disfigure them that, until
death releases them, their sufferings are intense and
their appearance frightful.

Here on this hill top were all these sad evidences of
the degraded condition of the people. I wandered
around and examined the idols, the most of which had
in front of them, and in some instances on their flat
heads, offerings of tobacco, food, red cotton and other
things. While there I lingered and mused and prayed,
the shadows of the night fell on me, and I was shrouded
in gloom. Then the full moon rose up in the east, and,

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as her silvery beams shone through the trees and lit
up these grotesque idols, the scene presented a strange
weird appearance. My faithful Indians, becoming
alarmed at my long absence — for the country was in-
fested by wild animals — were on the search for me
when I returned to the camp fire. We ate our evening
meal, sang a hymn, and bowed in prayer. Then we
wrapped ourselves up in our blankets, and lay down
on the granite rocks to rest. Although our bed was
hard and there was no roof above us, we slept sweetly,
for the day had been one of hard work and strange
«.d venture.

After paddling about forty miles the next day we
reached the Indians of that section of the countrj'^,
and remained several weeks among them. We held
three religious services every day, and between these
services taught the people to read in the syllabic
characters. They listened attentively, and the Holy
Spirit applied these truths to their hearts and con-
sciences so effectively that they gladly received them.
A few more visits effectually settled them in the
truth. They have cut down their idols, filled up the
dog-ovens, torn away the conjurer s tents, cleared the
forest, aud banished every vestage of the old life.
And there, at what is called the " Meeting of the Three
Rivers," on that very spot where idols were worshipped
amidst horrid orgies, and where the yells, rattles and
drums of the old conjurers and medicine men were
heard continuously for days and nights, there is now
a little church, where these same Itidians, trans-
formed by the glorious Gospel of the Son of God, are

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"clothed and in their right mind, sitting at the feet
of Jesus."

My visits to Nelson River so impressed me with
the fact of the necessity of some zealous missionary
going down there and living among the people, that,
in response to appeals made, the Rev. John Semmens,
whose heart God had filled with missionary zeal, and
who had come out to assist me at Norway House,
nobly resolved to undertake the work. He was most
admirably fitted for the arduous and responsible task ;
but no language of mine can describe what he had to
suffer. His record is on high. The Master has it all,
and He will reward. Great were his successes and
signal his triumphs.

At that place, where I found the stumps carved
into idols, which Brother Semmens has so graphically
described, the church, mainly through his instru-
mentality and personal efforts, has been erected. In
the last letter which I have received from that land
the writer says : " The Indians now all profess them-
selves to be Christians. Scores of them by their lives
and testimonies assure us of the blessed consciousness
that the Lord Jesus is indeed their own loving Saviour.
Every conjurer's drum has ceased ; all vestiges of the
old heathenish life are gone, we believe, forever."

"The wilderness and the solitary place shall be
glad for them, and the desert shall rejoice and blossom
as the rose."

Grandly has this prophecy been fulfilled, and dwarfs
into insignificance all the sufferings and hardships
endured in the pioneer work which I had in begin-

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ning this Mission. With a glad heart I rejoice that
''unto me, who am less than th^ least of air saints, is
this grace given, that I should preach among the
Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ."

The Song of Hiawatha.

Longfellow's beautiful Song of Hiawatha recounts
many of the legends and traditions of the red man of
the forest. We quote a few passages.

Ye, whose hearts are fresh and simple,
Who have faith in God and Nature,
Who believe, that in all ages
Every human heart is human,
That in even savage bosoms
There are longings, yearnings, strivings.
For the good they comprehend not,
That the feeble hands and helpless.
Groping blindly in the darkness,
Touch God's right hand in that darkness
And are lifted up and strengthened : —
Listen to this simple story,
To this Song of Hiawatha !

Ye, who sometimes in your rambles
Through the green lanes of the country.
Where the tangled barberry-bushes
Hang their tufts of crimson berries
Over stone walls grey with mosses.
Pause by some neglected graveyard,
For a while to muse, and ponder
On a half-effaced inscription,
Written with little skill of song-craft,
Homely phrases, but each letter
Full of hope, and yet of heart-break,

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Full of all the tender pathos
Of the Here and the Hereafter :—
Stay and read this rude inscription,
Bead this Song of Hiawatha !

PICTURE WRITING.

**In those days^'' said Hiawatha,
'^ Lo ! how all thijigs fade and perish !
From the memory of the old men
*Fade away the great traditions.

*' Great men die and are forgotten,
Wise men speak ; their words of wisdom
Perish in the ears that hear them,
Do not reach the generations
That, as yet unborn, are waiting
In the great, mysterious darkness
Of the speechless days that shall be !

** On the grave- posts of our fathers
Are no signs, no figures painted ;
Who are in those graves we know not,
Only know they are our fathers.
Of what kith they are and kindred.
From that old, ancestral Totem,
Be it Eagle, Bear, or Beaver
They descended, this we know not.
Only know they are our fathers.

*' Face to face we speak together.
But we cannot speak when absent.
Cannot send our voices from us
To the friends that dwell afar of. "
Thus, said Hiawatha, walking
In the solitary forest.
Pondering, musing in the forest.
On the welfare of his people.

From his pouch he took his colours.
Took his paints of different colours.
On the smooth bark of a birch tree

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Painted many shapes and figures —
Wonderful and mystic figures —
And each figure had a meaning,
Each some word or thought suggested.

Life and Death he drew as circles,
Life was white, but Death was darkness ;
Sun and moon and stars he painted,
Man and beast, and fish and reptile.
Forests, mountains, lakes, and rivers.

For the earth he drew a straight line.
For the sky a Bow above it ;
White the space between for day-time.
Filled with little stars for night-time ;
On the left a point for sunrise.
On the right a point for sunset,
On the top a point for nooii-tide,
And for rain and cloudy weather
Waving lines descending from it.

Footprints pointing towards a wigwam
Were a sign of invitation.
Were a sign of guests assembling ;
Bloody hands with palms uplifted
Were a symbol of destruction,
Were a hostile sign and symbol.

All these things did Hiawatha
Show unto his wondering people,
And interpret their meaning.
And he said : ** Behold, your grave-posts
Have no mark, no sign, no symbol.
Go and paint them all with figures.
Each one with his household symbol.
With its own ancestral Totem ;
So that those who follow after
May distinguish them and know them. "

And they painted on the grave-posts
Of the graves yet unforgotten,
Each his own ancestral Totem,

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Each the symbol of his household —
Figures of the Bear and Reindeer,
Of the turtle, Crane, and Beaver,
Each inverted as a token
That the owner was departed,
That the chief who bore the symbol
Lay beneath in dust and ashes.

Thus it was that Hiawatha,
In his wisdom, taught the people
All the mysteries of painting.
All the art of Picture- Writing,
On the smooth bark of the birch tree.
On the white skin of the reindeer,
On the grave-posts of the village.

WINTER AND FAMINE.

Now, o'er all the dreary Northland,
Mighty Peboan, the Winter,
Breathing on the lakes and rivers.
Into stone had changed their waters.
From his hair he shook the snow-flakes.
Till the plains were strewn with whiteness.
One uninterrupted level,
As if, stooping, the Creator
With His hand had smoothed them over.
O the long and dreary Winter !
O the cold and cruel Winter !
Ever thicker, thicker, thicker
Froze the ice on lake and river,
Ever deeper, deeper, deeper
Fell the snow o'er all the landscape.
Fell the covering snow, and drifted
Through the forest, round the village.

Hardly from his buried wigwam
Could the hunter force a passage ;
With his mittens and his snow,-shoes
Vainly walked he through the forest,

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Sought for bird or beast and found none,

Saw no track of deer or rabbit,

In the snow beheld no footprints,

In the ghastly, gleaming forest,

Fell, and could not rise from weakness.

Perished there from cold and hunger.

O the Famine and the Fever !
O the wasting of the famine !
O the blasting of the fever !
O the wailing of the children !
O the anguish of the women !

All the earth was sick and famished.
Hungry was the air around them.
Hungry was the sky above them,
And the hungry stars in heaven
Like the eyes of wolves glared at them !

Forth into the empty forest
Rushed the maddened Hiawatha ;
In his heart was deadly sorrow.
In his face a stony firmness ;
On his brow the sweat of anguish
Started, but it froze, and fell not.
Into the vast and vacant forest
On his snow-shoes strode he forward.

** Gitche Manito the Mighty ! '
Cried he with his face uplifted
In that bitter hour of anguish,
** Give your children food, O father !
Give us food, or we must perish !
Give me food for Minnehaha,
For my dying Minnehaha ! "

DEATH OF MINNEHAHA.

In the wigwam with Nokomis,
With those gloomy guests that watched her.
With the Famine and the Fever,
She was lying, the Beloved,

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She the dying Minnehaha.

** Look ! " she said, ** I see my father

Standing lonely at his doorway,

Beckoning to me from the wigwam,

In the land of the Dacotahs ! "

**No, my child ! " said old Nokomis,

*' 'Tis the smoke that waves and beckons ! "

** Ah ! '* she said, ** the eyes of Pauguk

Glare upon me in the darkness ;

I can feel his icy fingers

Clasping mine amid the darkness :

Hiawatha ! Hiawatha ! "

Over snow-fields waste and pathless,
Under snow-encumbered branches,
Homeward hurried Hiawatha,
Empty-handed, heavy-hearted,
Heard Nokomis moaning, wailing,
** Would that I had perished for you,
Would that I were dead as you are ! ''
And he rushed into the wigwam.
Saw the old Nokomis, slowly
Rocking to and fro and moaning,
Saw his lovely Minnehaha
Lying dead and cold before him ;
And his bursting heart within him
Uttered such a cry of anguish.
That the forest moaned and shuddered.
That the very stars in heaven
Shook and trembled with his anguish.

Then they buried Minnehaha ;
In the snow a grave they made her.
In the forest deep and darksome,
Underneath the moaning hemlock ;
Clothed her in her richest garments.
Wrapped her in her robes of ermine.
Covered her with snow, like ermine ;
Thus they buried Minnehaha.

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And at night a fire was lighted,
On her grave four times was kindled,
For her soul upon its journey
To the Islands of the Blessed.
From his doorway Hiawatha
Saw it burning in the forest,
Lighting up the gloomy hemlock ;
From his sleepless bed uprising,
Stood and watched it at the doorway.
That it might not be extinguished.
Might not leave her in the darkness.

** Farewell ! " said he, ** Minnehaha,
Farewell, O my Laughing Water !
All my heart is buried with you.
All my thoughts go onward with you !
Came not back again to labour,
Come not back again to suffer.
Where the Famine and the Fever
Wear the heart and waste the body.
Soon my task will be completed.
Soon your footsteps I shall follow
To the Islands of the Blessed,
To the kingdom of Ponemah !
To the Land of the Hereafter ! "

THE PROPHECY.

** O my children ! my poor children !
Listen to the words of wisdom.
Listen to the words of warning.
From the lips of the Great Spirit,
From the Master of Life who made you !

** I have given you lands to hunt in,
I have given you streams to fish in,
I have given you bear and bison,
I have given you roe and reindeer,
I have given you brant and beaver,

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Filled the marshes full of wild *f owl,
Filled the rivers full of fishes ;
Why then are you not contented ?
Why then will you hunt each other ?

** I am weary of your quarrels,
Weary of your wars and bloodshed,
Weary of your prayers for vengeance,
Of your wranglings and dissensions ;
All your strength is in your union,
All your danger is in discord ;
Therefore be at peace henceforward,
And as brothers live together.

** I will send a Prophet to you,
A Deliver of the nations,
Who shall guide you and shall teach yoil,
Who shall toil and suflfer with you.
If you listen to his counsels,
You shall multiply and prosper ;

If his warnings pass unheeded.
You will fade away and perish ! "

THE missio;nary.

From the distant land of Wabun,
From the farthest realms of morning
Came the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet.
He the Priest of Prayer, the Pale-face,
With his guides and his companions.

And the noble Hiawatha,
With his hands aloft extended,
Held aloft in sign of welcome,
Waited, full of exultation.
Till the birch canoe with paddles
Grated on the shining pebbles.
Stranded on the sandy margin.
Till the Black-Robe chief, the Pale-face,
With the cross upon his bosom,
Landed on the sandy margin.

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Then the joyous Hiawatha
Cried aloud and spake in this wise :
** Beautiful is the sun, O strangers.
When you come so far to see us !
All our town in peace awaits you,
Ail our doors stand open for you ;
You shall enter all our wigwams,
For the heart's right hand we give you.*'

And the Black-Robe chief made answer,
Stammered in his speech a little.
Speaking words yet unfamiliar :
** Peace be with you, Hiawatha,
Peace be with you and your people.
Peace of prayer, and peace of pardon.
Peace of Christ, and joy of Mary ! "

Then the Black -Robe chief, the Prophet,
Told his message to the people,
Told the purport of his mission,
Told them of the Virgin Mary,
And her blessed Son, the Saviour ;
How in distant lands and ajges
He had lived on earth as we do ;
How he fasted, prayed, and laboured ;
How the Jews, the tribe accursed,
Mocked Him, scourged Him, crucified Him ;
How He rose from where they laid Him,
Walked again with His disciples.
And ascended into heaven.

And the chiefs made answer, saying :
** We have listened to your message.
We have heard your words of wisdom.
We will think on what you tell us.
It is well for us, O brothers.
That you come so far to see us ! "

Then they rose up and departed
Each one homeward to his wigwam.

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To the young men and the women,
Told the story of the strangers
Whom the Master of Life had sent them
From the shining land of Wabun*

From his place rose Hiawatha,
Bade farewell to old Nokomis,
Bade farewell to all the young men,
Spake persuading, spake in this wise -

** I am going, O my people,
Listen to their words of wisdom.
Listen to the truth they tell you,
For the Master of Life has sent them
From the land of light and morning ! '*

Methodist Missions in Labrador.

Not only among the Indians, but among the Eskimo,
has our Church faithful missionaries. Of the latter
the Rev. H. C. Hatcher, B.D., thus writes :

The long Labrador winter is past, the snow is
over, but not all gone ; the time of the singing of
birds is come, and the voices of our hardy fishermen
are beginning to be heard on the coast.

The winter was unusually severe, and ice formed
early. Snow also came in abundance, and with the
hard frosts travelling was beautiful after Christmas.
Our mode of travelling here in the winter is some-
what the same as that of our brethren in the North-
West. We have a oomatick made of wood, about
seven feet by two, the runners of which are shod
with iron, or whalebone. On this we place our
luggage, and ride ourselves. To this comatick, made
fast by rope or deer-skin traces, we have from six to

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a dozen dogs, who sometimes dash along at an
incredible speed. Sometimes it is over the ponds or
along valleys we go. At other times it is over hill
and dale, when we often have to be very careful how
we descend the hills. The steeper the descent the
better pleased seem to be the dogs, and consequently
the faster they go. Many a time, in spite of holding
on hard, have I found myself landed serenely among
the snow-drifts, or rolling down hill, and have been
glad to quickly join dogs, and perhaps driver, some

ESKIMO COMATICE.

little distance on. By two simple words, " La," and
"Rutter," the driver can turn the head dog to the
right or left ; the other dogs, of course, play " follow
the leader." Thus, in winter time, besides on snow-
shoes, we visit the outlying settlements and preach
the glorious Gospel of the blessed God.

At Red Bay, in the month of November, we were
blessed with some manifestations of the divine favour.
God*s people were quickened, and about a dozen
penitents were found anxiously inquiring, " What
must I do to be saved ? " Half of these since have

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been admitted as members of the Church, while
others are still in classes on trial. It was a " season
of grace and sweet delight" long to be remembered.
We pray that in every place on this ice-bound coast
the melting fire of Jesus' love may be felt.

Death, as usual, was busy among us, smiting down
our members. One white sister was drowned through
a hole in the ice. But a few hours before I met the

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class of which she was a member, when she testified
of her love for the Redeeemer, and heartily joined
with us in singing part of that glorious hymn com-
mencing, '* O Thou, to whose all-searching sight." At
my request she had also, with another sister, engaged
in prayer at the close of the meeting. As I was
called up in the night for advice (for here the minister
must be doctor as well as everything else), I thought,

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as I felt the lifeless hands and gazed on the pallid'
face, what need there was to be always ready, and
how good it was fot me, as her pastor, to be able to

say:

** Go, by angel guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus, go ! '*

Shortly before Christmas I was called to visit
another woman, at a distance, who was in a dying
state. As T prescribed, seemingly in vain, for body
and soul, I felt how terribly sad yet sorrowfully true
these words were :

*'0h, dark ! dark ! dark ! I 'still must say,
Amid the blaze of Gospel day."

Such are the contrasts in the experience of the
Methodist missionary. What need for thanksgiving
to God, by those who have had many privileges and
are saved. Yes, and what need to let the lamp of
truth be sent everywhere " to give light and to save
life." Thank God, the Church begins to shake itself
from the dust and to arise to duty.

The Mission Boat "Evangelist."

No doubt many of those who so nobly collected
for a mission boat for Labrador will be glad to know
that she has been of great service to the missionary.
By its help I was enabled to visit many places to
the north and west of Red Bay, and preach "the
unsearchable riches of Christ." She is rightly named
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purposes. When I think of the thousands of souls
along the coast for the fishing season, who need the
Bread of Life, I ask, What is one among so many ?
or, in the words of the apostle, " Who is suflScient for
these things?'* Nevertheless we labour and pray,
" Thy kingdom come."

A few vessels have arrived. One put in here last
Saturday with death on board. Tuesday another
came with death there also, the person being a poor
woman who had passed away two days before. She
was a child of God ; and, according to the testimony
of those who journeyed with her, she affectionately
bade her children and husband farewell, testifying
her happiness in Christ, and when speech failed her,
waved her hand in holy triumph. All this amid the
rocking of the vessel. Thank God, the religion of
Jesus fits for death and makes a downy pillow any-
where. Yesterday we laid her in the place for non-
residents in our graveyard, in sure and certain hope
of the resurrection to eternal life. They told me one
of her dying utterances was, '*Tell Mr. Hatcher I am
going to be with Jesus.'*

Thus our hardy fisher-folk come from their homes
and sanctuaries in Newfoundland and elsewhere to
this coast, and your missionary strives to '* point to
the all-atoning blood ** and cry, " God so loved the
world." Oh, for more men and means! Some
Sunday-school papers were sent me last year, and I
was enabled thus to scatter now and then a Sunbeam
and a few Pleasant Hours.

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** Ready the fields before us lie,

For harvest ripe and white ;
We hail the dawn which heralds day,

Passed is the long dark night,
The labourer's hand will gather sheaves —

Increasing, more and more.
In souls washed whiter than the snows

Of frozen Labrador. "

Mission Life in the Far North.

The Rev. John MacDougall thus recounts sonic- of
his missionary experiences :

An early start, with slow but steady drivinor, for
the roads are heavy, and we continue our journey to
Whitefish Lake. Every turn of the road is instinct
with memories of the days that are gone.

Yonder I camped alone one winter's night, no
blankets, no food, but a rousing toothache, which kept
me awake and doubtless also kept me from freezing.
Over there I once ran down a hill and across a valley
and up another hill, perhaps faster than a man ever
did. First, because I was naturally swift of foot ;
second, because the whole of a big buffalo bull was
after me. Head down, tail up, on he came. What
signified two feet of snow ! I flew and did not waste
any energy looking behind until I reached the top of
the next hill. I can laugh now as I see myself touch-
ing the snow-covered prairie here and there, and by
leaps and bounds fleeing from the huge " King of the
Plains." We killed him and packed part of the meat
portions of his carcase on our dog-sleds, and notwith-
standing we left all the head and neck and back and

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rump bones, yet the meat we took home weighed
960 pounds. No wonder I went as one inspired, and
undoubtedly I was for the time.

Here is the hill where I had good Brother Wolsey
buried under his overturned cariole, in the snow,
while I put the " fear of death " in his dogs, who,
before that, had looked back at me when I called to
them instead of bounding on as they should have
done, the lazy brutes knowing full well that Mr.
Wolsey, wrapped in robes and tucked into the coffin-
like cariole, was helpless, and that I, away behind my
own dogs, with the narrow track and the very deep
snow between us, could not get at them when I would.
But, when my old friend upset and rolled over and
over to the foot of the hill, and there remained, both
cariole and man upside down ; why, then my chance
came, and I went for those dogs in a way that made
them jump when I spoke to them after that.

The Hudson's Bay Company.

In the year 1670, at the solicitation of Prince Rupert
and the Duke of Albemarle, King Charles II. created
by Royal Charter the '* Company of Merchant Adven-
turers trading to Hudson's Bay." With characteristic
lavishness the King granted to this company the sole
trade and commerce of the vast and vaguely-defined
regions to which access may be had through Hudson's
Straits. Forty years before this, Louis XIII. had
made a similar grant to the " Company of New
France," and, for nearly a hundred years, there was a
keen and eager rivalry between these hostile corpora-

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tions. In order to control the lucrative fur-trade, the
Hudson's Bay Company planted forts and factories at
the mouths of the Moose, Albany, Nelson, Churchill,
and other rivers flowing into Hudson's Bay. Again
and again, adventurous bands of Frenchmen, like
Dlberville and his companions, made bloody raids
upon these posts, murdering their occupants, burning
the stockades, and carrying off" the rich stores of
peltries.

Growing bolder with success, the French penetrated
the vast interior as far as the head-waters of the Mis-
sissippi, the Missouri and the Saskatchewan, and reach-
ed the Rocky Mountains long before any other white
man had visited these regions. They planted trading-
posts and small palisaded forts at important river
junctions and. on far-off lonely lakes, and wrote their
names all over this great continent, in the designation
of cape and lake and stream, and other great features
of nature. The voyageurs and coureurs de bois, to
whom this wild, adventurous life was full of fascina-
tion, roaimed through the forests and navigated the
countless arrowy streams, and Montreal and Quebec
snatched much of the spoil of this profitable trade from
the hands of the English company. Every little far-
off trading-post and stockaded fort felt the reverbera-
tions of the English guns which won the victory of
the Plains of Abraham, whereby the sovereignty of
those vast regions passed away forever from the
possession of France.

After the conquest, numerous independent fur-
traders engaged in this profitable traffic. In 1783

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these formed a junction of interests and organized
the North- West Company. For forty years this was
one of the strongest combinations in Canada. Its
energetic agents explored the vast North-West regions.
Sir Alexander Mackenzie, in 1789, traced the great
river which bears his name, and first reached the North
Pacific across the Rocky Mountains. In 1808, Simon
Frazer descended the gold-bearing stream which per-
petuates his memory ; and, shortly after, Thompson
explored and named another branch of the same great
river.

Keen was the rivalry with the old Hudson's Bay
Company, and long and bitter was the feud between
the two great corporations, each of which coveted a
broad continent as a hunting-ground and preserve for
game.

In the early years of the present century the feud
between the rival companies was at its height. With
the skill of an experienced g.eneral, Thomas Douglas,
Earl of Selkirk, then Governor of the Hudson's Bay
Company, resolved to establish a colony of his country-
men at the junction of the Red River with the Assini-
boine, the key of the mid-continent.

In the year 1812 the first brigade of colonists
reached Red River by way of Hudson's Bay. A stern
welcome awaited them. Hardly had they arrived at
the site of the proposed settlement when an armed
band of Nor'- Westers, plumed and painted in Indian
fashion, appeared and commanded the colonists to
depart. They were compelled to submit, and took
refuge at the Hudson's Bay post at Pembina. Un-

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THE NATIVE RACES OF

daunted by this failure, they returned in the spring,
built log-houses and planted their wheat. Again they
were driven away and their homes burnt. With
dogged perseverance they returned, and after eight
years of failures the first harvest was reaped. The
colony now struck its roots deep into the soil and

INDIAN HALF-BREED AND DOG.

flourished year by year, and by 1868 had increased to
a population of about 12,000.

After forty years of rivalry, in 1821 the Hudson's
Bay and North- West companies combined their forces,
and were confirmed by the Imperial Parliament in the
monopoly of trade through the wide region stretching

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from Labrador to the Pacific Ocean. The government
of the united company, while jealously exclusive of
rival influence, was patriarchal in character, and
through the exclusion, for the most part, of intoxicat-
ing liquors, greatly promoted the welfare of the
Indians and repressed disorder throughout its wide
domains.

In 1868, the Rupert's Land Act was passed by the
British Parliament, and, under its provisions, the
Hudson's Bay Company surrendered to the Crown its
territorial rights over the vast region under its control.
The conditions of this surrender were as follows : The
Company was to receive the sum of £300,000 sterling
in money, and grants of lands around its trading-posts
to the extent of fifty thousand acres in all. In addi-
tion, it is to receive, as it is surveyed and laid out in
townships, one-twentieth of all the land in the great
fertile belt south of the Saskatchewan.

In April, 1869, the Dominion Government passed
an Act, providing for the temporary government of
the entire region, under the designation of the North-
We§t Territory. Surveying parties were sent into the
Red River country for the purpose of laying out roads
and townships. This somewhat alarmed the people,
lest this movement should in some way prejudice their
title to their land.

Jealousies were awakened among the settlers, and
fanned into armed rebellion by unscrupulous agitators.
In 1870, Colonel Garnet Wolseley led a force of 1,200
men, regulars and militia from Ontario and Quebec,
through the then wilderness to Fort Garry. The

162 TH^ nAtivM RAcMs.

conspirators fled ; the loyal inhabitants joyfully
acknowledged the Queen's authority. The Dominion
Government took possession of this vast territory and
divided it into the Province of Manitoba and several
territories, each with their own Local Government. In
the land where they for so long held regal sway the
Hudson's Bay Company are now merely traders and
store-keepers.

In 1868 the Rev. George Young, D.D., was sent to
Fort Garry to establish a Methodist mission at that
important place, Through his consecrated zeal and
judicious labours Methodism was firmly planted in
that country. During the troublous times of the Kiel
Rebellion, Dr. Young was a tower of strength to the
infant cause of Methodism. It is largely through his
labours and those of his faithful successors, that in
the Manitoba and North-West Conference there are
to-day 155 ministers, 512 congregations, 12,500
Sunday-school scholars, 70 Epworth Leagues, and
over 15,000 Church members.

Pakan, the Indian Chief.

Among the Christian Indians of the far north land,
writes the Rev. E. R. Young, the Sabbath is most
faithfully observed. All hunting and fishing ceases,
and the people quietly and reverently keep holy the
day of rest. Long and patiently did the missionaries
have to toil, and much was the opposition they had
to encounter ere success crowned their efforts and this
pleasing state of affairs was reached.

The following incident will give some idea of the

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164 THE NATIVE RACES OF

difficulties in the way of their living up to the prin-
ciples of the Gospel they have now accepted, and the
sturdy character and boldness they frequently mani-
fest. Their personal comfort or interest is not for a
moment thought of when conscience is at stake, and
hunger will be patiently endured rather than that their
convictions of duty should be sacrificed.

Pakan is the name of the honoured chief of the
Indians at White Fish and Saddle Lake. • He is the
worthy successor of the noble Maskepetoon, the chief
who, on hearing a sermon from the prayer of the Lord
Jesus for his murderers, showed his sincere desire to
become a Christian by forgiving the murderer of his
own son.

These Indians, of whom Pakan is now the chief,
years ago made a treaty with the Dominion Govern-
ment of Canada, in which they ceded away their
rights to a vast area of fertile land, which is now
rapidly filling up with white settlers. In return for
this the "Government agreed to give to these Indians
annually a certain sum of money and a large quantity
of supplies.

Not very long ago the Government Commissioner,
who was paying the treaty money to the different
tribes in the West, sent word to Pakan and his people
that on a certain date he would meet them at a
designated place, for the purpose of paying them their
money and distributing among them their annual
supplies.

The Indians were promptly on hand at the appointed
place, although some of them had to come long dis-

NORTH AMERICA. 165

tances from their homes or hunting-grounds. Owing
to the assurance of the Commissioner that he would,
without fail, be on hand with the supplies on the date
mentioned, the Indians carried with them only food
sufficient to last them and their families up to the date
of the gathering.

To their discomfort, they found that although the
abundant supplies of food were on hand, yet the Com-
missioner had not arrived to distribute them. Several
days passed by, and still he failed to appear.

Very naturally the people became hungry, and
yet their sense of honesty and honour were such that,
although they well knew that the supplies in their
midst, unguarded and in their power, really belonged
to them, yet they patiently endured the pangs of
hunger day after day, while earnestly looking for the
arrival of the big man and his attendants to distribute
the food.

Human nature has its limits, and so, after some
days of absolute fasting, a few of the more restive ones
began to think it was about time they quieted the
cries of their hungry families by helping themselves
to these supplies, now that the Commissioner had so
broken his word to them by failing to appear.

When Pakan heard these muttering, he said, in
language not to be misunderstood : " No ; we will not
touch these things. We have not broken a law of the
Government since we made the treaty, and although
we are hungry, we will not begin now." Then he
added: "But this will I do. As we are suffering for our
supplies, I will ride until I meet that white man, and
tell him of our hungry condition because of his delay."

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Suiting the action to his words, for Pakan is a man
of prompt action when his mind is once made up, he
was soon mounted on a fleet horse, and, accompanied
by one attendant, was in a few minutes galloping over
the prairies in the direction he was confident the Com-
missioner would come. Very correct was he in his
surmisings ; for after a rapid ride of not more than
ten miles, he found the big man and his party, who,
leisurely travelling along, had that evening already
pitched their tents for the night.

Riding into his camp, Pakan roused him up, and
said : " I thought you would be camped here. My
men are hungry, for they have waited long. They
wanted to help themselves, but I said, * No, wait until
I see the paymaster.* Now, I have found you, and I
want you to send a man back with me to divide the
food among my hungry people."

" Oh," said the paymaster, "those provisions are all
yours, so just wait here with us until to-morrow
morning, and then we will all ride on to your camp,
and then we will at once divide the supplies among
your people."

" But to-morrow is Sunday," said the brave Christian
chief.

" Well," replied the white man, " my religion is not
so strict but I can give you out your provisions on
that day."

Pakan's reply is worth remembering. He said :
" I do not know what your religion teaches, but this
I do know, that our religion teaches us to provide for
the Lord's Day on Saturday ; and so, if you will not

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give us the provisions to-night, we will not take them
on the morrow, hungry though we are."

" Why," replied the paymaster, " I thought we would
camp here this Saturday night, and then, going on
early to your camp to-morrow, would at once dis-
tribute the supplies ; and then, later on in the day,
have our annual Council talk, and then we would be
ready to pay the treaty money on Monday."

The reply of the noble chief to this was short, but
emphatic : " If we will not take food, we certainly
will not have the talk on the Sunday."

From this position the chief would not move. The
result was, the dilatory paymaster was obliged to
order one of his subordinate officials to return that
Saturday night, through the darkness, with Pakan,
and see to the distribution of the food among the
people.

The next day the big white man made his entry in
the camp of Pakan. No salute of firearms or demon-
strative greeting welcomed him. In that large en-
campment there was nothing but the quiet decorum
of a restful Sabbath day. Vainly did the big official
try to gather the Indians in Council for their annual
discussions over their aflairs. Not one person put in
an appearance at the place he had appointed, but they
all, as was their custom, faithfully attended their
religious services.

In solitary grandeur the representative of the Gov-
ernment was allowed to remain in his tent, with his
attendants, until the following day, and then the
Indians were promptly on hand to attend to business.

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THE NATIVE RACES OE

OLYMPIAN RANGE FROM ESQUIMAULT.

Indian Mission Work in British Columbia.*

It is no idle boast of the Methodist Church that it
is pre-eminently a Missionary Church; and in this
fact it has established its claim, beyond all contro-
versy, as being in the true Apostolic succession. It is
not too much to say that in no period of the Church's
history have the triumphs of the Cross in heathen lands

*By J. £. McMillan, in Methodist Magazine,

NOR TH AMERICA. 1 69

been more signal or cheering to the friends of mis-
sionary enterprise than at this present moment, nor
have there ever been so many open doors inviting the
ambassadors of the Cross to enter and proclaim " the
unsearchable riches of Christ."

Methodism was established in British Columbia late
in the year 1858, or beginning of 1859, but little or
nothing was done in the way of Christianizing the
natives until about the year 1864, when Rev. T.
Crosby entered upon the work as a lay teacher at
Nanaimo. He readily acquired a knowledge of the
native dialect of the people, and here the first converts
from heathenism were won for Christ, of whom not a
few have passed on to the " better land " in the
triumphs of faith, while others remain until this day,
witnessing a good prof ession and adorning the doctrines
of Christ by a holy life and godly conversation. Subse-
quently, on the Frazer River, Mr. Crosby carried the
message of a free salvation to the natives of that
section, which they gladly received, and by faith in
the simple story of the Cross were made happy par-
takers of the Saviour's love. The seed there sowed
by Mr. Crosby fell upon good ground, and brought
forth fruit an hundredfold, and the harvest of preci-
ous souls is still going on under the energetic and
self-denying labours of Rev. C. M. Tate, Rev. A. E.
Green and other devoted missionaries.

It was not until November, 1869, that an effort
was put forth by a few friends of the cause of Jesus
in Victoria, to do something to ameliorate the moral
and religious condition of the natives resident in this

170 THE NATIVE RACES OF

vicinity. There was at this time a large Indian popu-
lation in Victoria, representing tribes throughout
the whole country, from Frazer River to Queen
Charlotte's Island, a distance of about eight hundred
miles, and a more vicious and degraded class of people
could scarcely be found anywhere on earth. Bad
apparently by nature, they were made infinitely worse
by contact with the whites, whose vices they readily
acquired, and became moral pests to the community.

At a meeting held in the house of Mr. Wm. McKay
in the month of November, 1869, it was resolved
to undertake the organization of

A SABBATH-SCHOOL AMONG THE INDIANS,

notwithstanding it was the opinion of some present
that the task was a hopeless one, the nat ves of the
place being so utterly depraved that not even the
Gospel could make any salutary impression upon
them.

Messrs. Wm. McKay and Alfred Lyne were deputed
as a kind of prospecting committee to visit the Songish
camp and ascertain what number, if any, could be
induced to join the school. The old people listened
to what the committee had to say, were quite willing
to help the school along if paid for so doing, but
when informed that there was no "chickamin"
(money) in the enterprise, they declined to have
anything to do with it Some of the younger people,
however, took a more favourable view of the matter,
among whom were Amos Sa-hat-ston and wife, who
gave in their names^ and from the first took a lively

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171

interest in the welfare of the school. At first not
more than three or four could be persuaded to attend,
but by careful management and much prayer for
divine direction the number gradually increased to
eight or ten.

On the 2nd of February, 1870, Amos Sa-hat-ston
and two other Indians of the same tribe experienced
the converting grace of God, and, after the usual
three months' probation, were baptized and received

INDIANS FISHING THROUGH THE ICE.

into the Church. For upwards of six years Amos
walked humbly before God, was ever present at class
and prayer-meetings, and took a deep interest in the
spiritual welfare of his people, until God, "whodoeth
all things well," called him from earth to heaven in
the fall of 1876, after a few days' illness of small-pox.
No sooner did Amos and his friends experience a
change of heart than they began earnestly to exhort
their brethren to seek the same blessing, and engaged
audibly in prayer whenever an opportunity offered.

172 THE NATIVE RACES OF

A REMARKABLE CONVERSION.

Until the fall of 1872 the number attending the
school was seldom or never more than from ten to a
dozen of the Songish tribe, and not unf requently was it
reduced ^o three or four. At this time, however, a
circumstance occurred which led to one of the most
remarkable revivals of religion ever recorded in the
history of the natives of this or any country. One
Sabbath morning, in the month of October, 1872, an
Indian woman, named Elizabeth Diex, a chieftess of
the Tshirapsean tribe, happening to pass by the
school-house during the hour of service, and hearing
singing going on inside, asked a little girl standing at
the door what was doing there, and, on being told,
inquired whether she would be at liberty to go in ?
Being answered in the affirmative, she opened the
door and entered and took a seat. She watched the
proceedings carefully, and retired at the close very
much pleased with all she had seen and heard, and
resolved to go again. Next Sabbath at the same
hour she again visited the school, and on invitation
of one of the teachers took a seat in one of the classes

She had received some precious instruction, could
say her letters correctly, and even read a little in the
First Book of Lessons ; besides which she could, con-
verse tolerably well in English and understood pretty
much all the teachers said. At this meeting one of
the female teachers were called on and engaged in
prayer, and, as she prayed with great earnestness and
power, Elizabeth Diex, as she afterwards remarked,

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could not resist the temptation to look around and
see what kind of a book she was praying from, and
to her great surprise discovered that the lady was
not using a book at all. This was the first time she
ever heard a person pray without a book, and was
greatly surprised that such a thing was possible. On

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the afternoon of the same day she attended school
again, and brought a friend or two with her. On
this occasion she heard Amos engage in prayer, using
the Chinook language, every word of which she
understood, and was deeply impressed with all she
had wisnessed and heard.

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The next Sabbath, at the close of the school, she
made a request that the " good white people " of the
school would visit her house some evening during the
week and hold a prayer-meeting for the benefit of
herself and such of her Tshimpsean friends as she
could in the meantime induce to attend. The follow-
ing Wednesday evening was agreed upon, and at the
appointed hour some half-dozen whites attended,
found everything in readiness, and some eight or ten
Indian friends present. That meeting proved to be
the beginning of a revival which lasted continuously
for nine weeks, and resulted in the conversion of
upwards of forty natives. Among the first-fruits of
this revival was Elizabeth Diex herself, a woman of
commanding appearance and great force of character.
Being an hereditary chieftess among her people, she
exerts a great influence over them, and is a power for
good among theaa. No sooner did she experience a
change of heart, and realize the power of divine grace
in the soul, than she entered into the work of bringing
others to Christ with a zeal and devotion such as is
but rarely equalled even among those who have had
all the advantages of early Christian training.

At Fort Simpson, five hundred miles from Victoria,
only fifteen miles from the Alaska frontier, she had an
only son, whom she had not seen for years, who was
noted as a desperate character, and held in dread by
all who knew him. Almost the first thought of this
Indian mother, after God spoke peace to her own soul,
was for her wild and reckless son, and she " took him to
the Lord in prayer," spending whole nights wrestling

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with God that her son might be induced to visit Vic-
toria and be converted. This she told more than once
in the meetings, and asked the prayers of God's people
on behalf of her " wicked son, Alfred."

At this very time, and as she afterwards told us, after
spending a whole night in earnest prayer to God, her
son, Alfred, with his wife arid child and some ten or a
dozen other natives, arrived at Victoria in a large
northern canoe direct from Fort Simpson. Some
people would call this *' a remarkable coincidence;"
Professor Tyndall would ascribe it to "chance;" but
believers in prayer will see in it a direct answer by
God to the eflFectual, fervent prayer of a believing
mother.

Scarcely had Alfred Dudoward an'l his wife, Kate,
taken their seats under the maternal roof when the
faithful mother opened up to them the subject of
religion, and told them of the " pearl of great price "
she herself had found. Alfred listened respectfully
to what his mother had to say, but intimated that he
had no desire to share in her religious enjoyment.
That evening the mother attended the meeting alone,
but the greater part of that night was spent by her in
conversation with her children on the subject of re-
ligion and in prayer to God on their behalf. The next
evening Alfred consented to go with his wife and
mother to the meeting, and sat a silent spectator of
what was passing before him. He retired with a
stubborn will, but a convicted conscience. Not so his
wife ; she heard the words of eternal life, believed
there was a reality in what she witnessed, and made

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up her mind to seek and obtain the blessing her
mother and others had found. It was with great re-
luctance and after much persuasion by his mother
that Alfred was induced again to attend the meeting.
He did so, however, and the arrow of conviction found
a lodgment in his heart, and before the meeting closed
he was on his knees crying for mercy, and finally found
peace in believing, as did his wife also.

The conversion of this couple was the first fruits of
what has subsequently been developed into a rich
harvest of precious souls and the establishment of the

FORT SIMPSON MISSION.

Both Alfred and his wife Kate could speak English,
and also read and write. The latter, in her youthful
days, had received the benefit of a tolerably fair
English education under the instruction of the Sisters
of Charity in Victoria, which has proved to be a bless-
ing to the Tshimpsean people, little dreamed of by
the good sisters when storing her mind with useful
knowledge. Both Alfred and Kate entered heartily
into the spirit of the revival, and were a great assist-
ance alike to whites and natives during the progress
of the work. After the revival meetings had been
brought to a close, there were some six or eight of the
converted natives who could read a little in the Bible,
and at their request a Bible-class was established at
the house of Mrs. Diex. They would have made very
slow progress had it not been for Kate, who readily
translated into Tshimpsean what the teacher said ;
and frequently, as she would get interested in the

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subject of the lesson, she would stand up \yith the
Bible in her hand, and, looking at the text, read it off
in Tshimpsean, while the tears of those who heard her
would be seen trickling down the cheeks as she ex-
plained to them the story of Jesus and His love.

HALF-BREED INDIAN.

INDIAN LAD.

After a residence of nearly ten months in Victoria,
Alfred and Kate Dudoward, with eight or ten others,
left for their homes at Fort Simpson. They carried
with them a dozen Bibles, several copies of the Meth-
odist Catechism, and fifty copies of the First Book of
Lessons, Canadian Series, the gift of kind friends in

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Victoria. On arriving at their northern homes they
immediately set to work to organize a school and hold
religious services among their people. The change
that had been wrought in the conduct and temper of
Alfred, caused no little surprise to those who knew
what his previous character had been. The desperado,
who, but a few months before, was the terror of the
whole surrounding country, had all at once become
a meek and quiet citizen and a zealous- working
Christian

"Old things had passed away, and behold, all
things had become new." The chiefs and old men of
the place wanted to know what all this meant, and
what had so changed the character of the lion-hearted
Alfred ? Alfred at once told the story of his conver-
sion, of the wonderful work he had witnessed in Vic-
toria, and of the resolution he and his wife and friends
had come to, to endeavor, as best they could, to point
the people of Fort Simpson to the " Lamb of God that
taketh away the sin of the world,*' until a missionary
could be obtained to take charge of the work. The
same means employed at Victoria were adopted at
Fort Simpson, namely, the reading and exposition of
God's Word so far as they knew how, prayer and
experience meetings, and the organization of classes.
Besides this, Alfred and his wife commenced a day-
school, which in a very short time was attended by
upwards of two hundred pupils.

Letter after letter was received by friends in Vic-
toria urging them to use their influence to procure
the appointment of a missionary for Fort Simpson, and

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for fully nine months did these people, pending the
arrival of a missionary, carry on this remarkable work
themselves, aided only by the operations of the Divine
Spirit. When the Rev. W. Pollard, Chairman of the^
District, visited Fort Simpson, in the Spring of 1874,
he wrote on his return as follows : " Not fewer than
five hundred people attend the means of grace, some
of whona are hopefully converted to God. There is
not a family in Fort Simpson that has not renounced
paganism, and is impatiently waiting the arrival of
the missionary. When Mr. Crosby and his devoted
and accomplished wife arrived at the scene of their
future labors they found a glorious work going on,
and were received by the people of their charge with
such demonstrations of rejoicing as must have inspired
them with a feeling of devout thankfulness to God
for all he had done for those natives of the forest, and
for having permitted them to be chosen as instruments
in His hands to continue the work so auspiciously
begun.

One of the first things Mr. Crosby did on his
arrival at Fort Simpson was to call a meeting of his
" parishioners," and ascertain from them what they
were willing to contribute towards the erection of a
church and parsonage. They told him they were
willing to do all they could, and backed up their words
by substantial contributions of money and money's
worth to the extent of several hundred dollars, and
soon they had a church capable of seating eight hun-
dred persons — in fact, the most commodious Methodist
church in the Province, and a comfortable parsonage
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for the missionary. Its size was forty by fifty feet,
with a spire one hundred and ten feet high. Much of
the material for the church wascontributed and much
of the work was done by the Indians themselves.

SABBATH-KEEPING INDIANS.

The consistency and religious zeal of the converted
Indians are as remarkable as praiseworthy. It is
customary in the spring of the year for a number of
the Fott Simpson Indians to go to the mines at
Cassiar, finding employment on the way as packers.
During the spring of 1876 several Tshimpsean Indians
engaged to pack a quantity of goods for a company of
miners, and worked faithfully day after day until
Saturday evening came, when tents were pitched.
Sunday morning the miners prepared to proceed on
their journey, but were quietly informed by their
native packers that they could not do so, it being the
Sabbath day, on which they would do no work. The
miners stormed and swore, and threatened what they
would do if the Indians did not proceed, but all to no
purpose ; they would not move, so the miners had to
yield to circumstances they dould not control, and
keep the Sabbath day. The reading of the Bible and
singing hymns occupied the time during the day, and
on Monday morning they proceeded on their journey,
all the better for having enjoyed a day of rest.

Fort Wrangel is the chief stopping- place for miners
and traders going to and returning from the Cassiar
mines. Besides a military and an Indian camp, there
are^ a larger number of miners and traders who make

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that their place of rendezvous and residence. A more
ungodly place could scarcely be found on the face of
the earth. The population was almost wholly given
over to drunkenness, gambling, and debauchery of the
worst kind, and there were none to reprove their
wickedness until the spring of 1876, when several
Fort Simpson Indians arrived there en rOute for the
mines. As the river was not free of ice, the town
was full of people awaiting the opening of navigation,
our Indian friends among the rest. In the face of
the most adverse circumstances — mocked and jeered
at by many of the ''superior'^ white race — those
faithful witnesses for Christ obtained a place that had
been used as a dance-house, in which to hold religious
services, and at once set to work to gather in as many
of the natives of the place as they could to hear the
word of life. At first the attendance was small, but
the number gradually increased till the place was
quite inad^quate to hold all who sought admission.
God owned the labours of those faithful men, and
quite a number of the natives of Wrangel were
brought from the darkness of heathenism to the light
of the Gospel, among the rest the head chief of the
place.

For weeks and months the voice of praise and
prayer were heard daily at Wrangel, the services
being conducted wholly by native agency. As the
place is under military rule, the commanding officer
became much interested in the work, and enforced
good order at the meeting. A custom prevailed
amongst the Indians there, when one of their number

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died, of placing the body upon a pile, in the centre
of one of their large lodges, setting fire to it, and then
dancing and howling around the burning corpse until
it was totally consumed. To this horrid practice the
Fort Simpson Indians were instrumental in putting
an end. They obtained a grant of a piece of land
from the commandant of the place for a burial-ground,
and buried the first Indian who died thereafter with
all the rites peculiar to civilized life. There is now
at Wrangel, as the Result of the labours of those
faithful natives, a mission, established under the
auspices of the American Presbyterian Church, that
place being beyond the ecclesiastical jurisdiction of
our Church.

NAAS RIVER MISSION. '

As at Fort Wrangel, so at Naas River — the first to
carry the message of salvation to that people were
the converted natives of Fort Simpson, it we except
what little light some of them may have obtained at
Mr. Tomlinson's station, near the mouth of the river,
which is conducted partly as a trading post and partly
as a mission station. As to the extent of spiritual
profit derived from this mission, let the Indians
themselves bear testimony, as they do in thp sub-
joined address to Rev. Messrs. Green and Crosby. In
the face of repeated threats of personal violence did
William Henry Laknate and George Pemberton, both
natives of Fort Simpson, visit Naas River and preach
Jesus and Him crucified to the people there who sat
in heathen darkness. Mr. Crosby shortly followed

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and repeated the ** old, old story/* and invited them to
come to " the fountain of living waters," and also to
'' taste and see that the Lord is good." At length the
strong hearts began to soften and to yield to the
influences of the Gospel. Some of the Naas chiefs
visited Fort Simpson and also Victoria, attended
services in both places, after which they returned to
their own homes, convinced that this religion which
had been so freely offered to them was well worth
accepting. All at once the desire to have a missionary
became general, and a delegation was despatched to
Fort Simpson to confer with Mr. Crosby as to how
they might obtain one. Mr. Crosby promised that he
would do all he could for them — would write to the
missionary authorities at Toronto and lay their case
before them, and in the meantime he would visit them
himself as frequently as possible.

At the district meeting held in Victoria in 1876,
Mr. Crosby, in reporting upon the work in his circuit, ,
brought up the question of a missionary for Naas
River. He told how these people had visited him ;
how urgently they desired a missionary ; what a vast
field was there to be taken up, and not fewer than
fifteen hundred precious souls calling for the Gospel.
Something, he said, must be done in answer to this call
for the Word of Life from these perishing heathen, and
he begged of his ministerial brethren to join with him
in asking the Missionary Committee to appoint a man
to Naas River. Every man in that meeting, clerical
and lay, heartily sympathized with Mr. Crosby, as,
with tears in his eyes, he pleaded the cause of the

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people of Nass River, but they felt that it would be
useless to ask the Missionary Committee^to take up

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new ground in view of the greatly depressed con-
dition of the Missionary Society's finances, and the
chairman of the district, for the reasons stated, said

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he could not recommend an appropriation for that
purpose. " Well," said Mr. Crosby, " this call is of
God, and rthUBt be attended to." Mr. Green, whose
time would shortly be up at Wellington, said, if
appointed to Naas he would go if he should not be
guaranteed a dollar for his support, believing that the
God of missions would provide for all his temporal
necessities. This occurred on a Saturday afternoon,
and when the meeting adjourned Mr. Crosby, as he
afterwards remarked, retired to his closet and spent
an hour in earnest prayer to God that the way might
be opened up for Mr. Green or someone else to go to
Naas.

That same evening a prayer meeting was held at
the house of Mr. McKay, in the same room where the
first meeting was held in 1869 to consider what could
be done for the spiritual welfare of the natives in
Victoria, and at the meeting Mr. Crosby was present,
and asked for the prayers and sympathy of his breth-
ren in behalf of the people of Naas River. He obtained
both, and the meeting at once took a very decided
missionary character. No one anticipated an appeal
for funds on the occasion, nor did anyone ask for
any. One kind brother, however, remarked that no
doubt a fund of fifty dollars might be raised at once,
in that room, toward helping forward the cause at
Naa.s River, and that he himself would give ten
dollars toward it. Soon $236 were pledged to aid
the cause at Naas. Besides this, $137.50 were sub-
sequently given for the same cause, not a dollar of
which was solicited from any individual

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After reaching Naas River the chiefs gave Mr.
Green and Mr. Crosby a hearty welcome. One
old chief, as he leaned upon his staff, said : "I
am getting old ; my body is get|)ing weaker every
day; I am obliged to have three legs to walk
with now (referring to his staff) ; this tells me I
shall soon die ; I don't know what hour I shall be
called away ; I want to hear about the great God,
and I want my children to be taught to read the
good Book ; I want them to go in the new way ; I am
tired of the old fashion," Another said, as he pointed
up the river : " There are ten tribes of people living
up there. Missionary, we give them all to you ! Go
and see them ; they all want to hear about the Great
Spirit." Mr. Green then goes on to say : " Brother
Crosby stayed with me five dajrs. We held three
services each day, and all the people attended ; and
the best of all was God was with us, blessing His word,
so that this great heathen house was filled with the
cries of penitents seeking for salvation, who now stand
up in class-meeting and say they are happy in Jesus ;
so that we have a class of twenty members who pro-
fess to have passed from death to life by simple faith
in Jesus. We look upon these as the first fruits of
what we have abundant cause to hope will be a great
and glorious harvest."

In a subsequent letter, Mr. Green writes : " The .
Lord is greatly blessing His Word, so that we have had
a glorious outpouring of the Holy Spirit all the time
since the first week of our arrival here. The interest
does not diminish, but increases every day. Men come

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daily to ask how they can settle their old heathen dance
debts, as they want to love God and be Christians.
One old doctor came with tears in his eyes to tell me
he was so sorry he talked bad about me and opposed
our work. He had not eaten any food nor slept for
three days, as his heart was so troubled ; and now he
wanted me to forgive him and pray with him. We
knelt down and prayed together, and God answered
our prayer by setting his soul at liberty." "My
congregations," he further adds, " average about five
hundred. They all come to prayer-meeting, and one
hundred meet in class.''

Never was a people more anxious to receive the
light of the Gospel, and thousands along the whole
coast of this Province are, like the Macedonians of old,
calling aloud for ttie missionaries of the Cross to
" come over and help them." " The harvest truly is
great, but the labourers are few." The following is a
copy of an address presented to Mr. Green and Mr.
Crosby on the occasion of their first visit to Naas
River :

** We, the chiefs and people of the Naas, welcome
you from our hearts on your safe arrival here, to begin
in earnest the mission work you promised us last
spring when you visited us. We have seen the mis-
sion carried on about fifteen miles from us, at the
mouth of the river, for many years, but cannot see
much good it has done to our poor people ; but as
you say you do not come to trade with us, but only
to teach us, we think it will be very different under
your instruction, and we tell you that we will do what
we can to assist you in the good work,

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" Our past life has been bad — very had. We have
been so long left in darkness that we fear you will
not be able to do much for our old people ;* but for our
young we have great hopes. We wish from our hearts
to have our young men, women and children read and
write, so that they may understand the duties they
owe to their great Creator and to each other.

" You will find great difficulties in the way of such
work, but great changes cannot be expected in one
day. You must not get discouraged by a little trouble,
and we tell you again that we will all help you as
much as we can.

" We believe this work to be of God. We have
prayed a.s you told us, and now we think that God
has heard our prayers and sent you to us, and it seems
to us like the day breaking in on our darkness, and
we think that before long the Great Sun will shine
upon us and give us more light.

" We hope to see the white men that settle among
us set us a good example ; as they have had the light
so long, they know what is right and what is wrong.
We hope they will assist us to do what is good, that
we may become better and better every day by follow-
ing their example.

" We again welcome you from our hearts, and hope
that the mission here will be like a great rock, never
to be moved or washed away ; and in order to this we
will pray to the Great Spirit that His blessing may
rest upon this mission and upon us all.

(Signed) "Chief of the Mountains,

*'And six other Chiefs"

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Rev. Thomas Crosby.

Nearly thirty years of toil and travel and self-
denying effort for the evangelization of the Indians
of the great North- West, have made the names of
Thomas Crosby and wife household words throughout
Canada. Few people, even among those who knew
them best, have any idea of the extent of their
labours. The change visible in some localities is
witnessed — groups of Indians quit their vicious lives,
the women and girls become virtuous and decent ; a
church is built, and the whole settlement is revolu-
tionized. Then the man and his wife, whose labours
have been blessed of God to this glorious result, cease
to be residents of the district They disappear, but
they are gratefully remembered, and their frequent
visits afterward are festivals to be anticipated,
enjoyed and recollected with delight. Where do they
go ? The people whom they have served so well do
not always know ; but, if inquiry is made, tbey learn
that the work that has been done among them is
being done with the same laborious effort and the
same joyful results in some other settlement. No
less than thirteen hundred persons have in this way
been brought into Church membership, an(i have
ioyfully professed their faith in Christ. More than
six thousand have heard the Gospel and been brought
under Christian influences in church and Sunday-
school. This, in a thinly settled country, where means
of communication are few and precarious, is a stupen-
dous work for one man to have accomplished, involving
almost inconceivable labour and hardship.

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The instrument God has used for the achievement
of this enormous undertaking seemed, to human eyes,
a very unsuitable one. With little education, no
college training and no preparatory study, he took up

RBV. THOMAS CKOSBY.

the work, moved by faith and love ; and by simple
brotherly affection and quiet, unobtrusive helpfulness
he won the good-will of the people in one section
after another and led them to Christ. The word of
call and inspiration was as simple as it was effectual.

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In the year 1860 there appeared in a Canadian journal
a letter signed ** Edward White," in which the writer
dwelt on the urgent need of the country. " Thousands
of young men," he said, "are coming to British Colum-
bia seeking gold ; but where al'e the young men whom
we need to consecrate their youth and strength to the
preaching of the Gospel to the miners and the Indians?"

It was a deplorable picture that he drew of the
condition of these people. They were leading* lives
of practical heathenism ; the miners careless, dissolute
and depraved, and the Indians sacrificing the sacred
ties of fatherhood and brotherhood in pandering to
the vices of the white settlers, an^ squandering the
poor proceeds in self-indulgence. It was an awful
circle of mutual corruption, vice and degradation.
Who was there with faith in God and conviction in
his soul of the purifying and elevating power of the
Gospel, who would go and preach it and live it among
them ? It was like asking for volunteers for a forlorn
hope, or for missionaries for some benighted island of
the South Seas, with the added difficulty that some
of those to whom it was proposed to send the Gospel
were backsliders from Christian lands.

We do not know how many read that appeal from
Edward White, but we know that one young man
read it, and could not forget it.

Thomas Crosby was then twenty years old. Four
years before he had come from an English village
to Woodstock with his father, mother and brothers,
and had settled here. The family was poor, and the
father's venture in farming, which at first promised

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a brilliant success, ended disastrously. The boy-
must earn his own living, and he took the first
opportunity. He went to work in a tannery, and
was making his way. In his seventeenth year he
became a member of the Methodist church in Wood-
stock, and after a short time was appointed a local
preacher. To him Edward White's letter appeared to
be a personal call. He dwelt upon it, re-read it, took
it to his room and read it on his knees, and finally
made an oflFer of himself in solemn consecration to
God for the work. That was all he could do ; he left
the opening of the way to God. Two days later he
had an intimation that his ofier was accepted. His
elder brother, an unconverted man, spontaneously
removed the only difficulty in the way by offering
him all the money he needed. " Take it as a loan,
Tom," he said ; " if you can repay it, do ; if not, I
shall never ask you for it." He took the money, and
going to his room, he knelt down and thanked God
for it, and said that henceforth his whole life was
given up to Him.

The matter was settled there and then. All attempts
to dissuade him from an enterprise that seemed to the
worldly mind profitless and foolhardy, failed. His
employer was the first to assail him. "What are
these people to you ?" he asked. " They are savages ;
they will kill you and eat you. Don't be quixotic ;
stay with us ; you have done well, and may do better.
Keep on with your work, and from to-day we will
double your wages." Tom had but one answer for
the kindly tanner : He had promised God and must

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go. At home the trial was harder. The father could
not see the call in the light that Tom saw it; his
mother wept over her boy, and declared that she could
not spare him. There was a midnight scene that is
still fresh in his memory, when father and mother
both listened to his story of the call and the conse-
cration, and lamented over him as one given over to
death. " I cannot be happy if I don't go," Tom said.
Then his mother answered, with a voice broken by
sobs : " Well, then, my boy, go, and God bless you.*'
Hundreds of times in after years, on storm-tossed seas
and lonely desert places, ih the solemn night hours,
Mr. Crosby declares, the echo of those words fell on
his ears, encouraging him and stimulating him. The
ejaculatory prayer was heard and abundantly answered.
God has blessed him.

Setting out alone on his perilous enterprise, with
no promise of support from any Church or society, he
made his way to Victoria, British Columbia, where he
arrived April 11th, 1862. He was anxious to enter on
his work unhampered by an obligation, so he stayed
there working with his hands until he had earned
enough money to repay his brother's loan. The time
was not lost ; he gained much knowledge of the field,
and he gained strength in lonely communion with
God. It was the period of solitude which generally
precedes a life of consecrated work. Moses and John
the Baptist, and even the Master himself, prepared
for their labours in retirement from the world.

About a year after his arrival at Victoria, he went
to Dr. Evans and told him of his purpose. As a
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practical preparation. Dr. Evans sent him to Nanaimo,
Vancouver Island, to teach the first

INDIAN MISSION SCHOOL

that had been established. There he laboured and
taught and learned. In six months he was able to

'K'T

MRS. THOMAS CROSBY.

understand the Indian Flathead language, and before
the first year was out he could preach in that tongue.
Life began in earnest with that acquisition, and
Crosby lost no opportunity of exercising it. He
journey in all directions from his school ; preaching

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the Gospel in the Indian huts and tents and in the
open air, and living with the Indians as one of them-
selves. Soon it was necessary to build a church at
Chilli wack. There, to his great delight, he received
a visit from Dr. Punshon, who preached in the new
church. Learning that he had not been ordained, Dr.
Punshon surprised him by proposing to confer ordi-
nation upon him. Crosby had scruples on account of
his lack of a college education, of his lack of theologi-
cal training and general unfitness ; but Dr. Punshon
overcame them, declaring that Crosby had given the
best of all proofs of his fitness in his success.

Mr. Crosby remained in that field two years longer,
and then returned to Victoria to report his success to
the church there, in the hope of getting some thor-
oughly organized work for reaching the Indians
commenced. Two of the brethren there, McKay and
McMillan, were deeply interested in his story, and
made the experiment of mission services in Victoria
itself. They hired a bar-room on the comer of
Government and Fitzgerald Streets, and Crosby gladly
preached in it. There were plenty of Indians there
who had come down from the north with their squaws
and daughters to engage in their loathsome traffic.
A great work began in that bar-room, and many of
the people converted during those services, more than
twenty years ago, are still living, and are leading
earnest, faithful Christian lives. Their rescue from
the horrible life they were living, and from the
degrading purpose for which they went to Victoria,
was a marvel to them, and they begged the man who

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had been instrumental in effecting it to return with
them to Fort Simpson, that their relatives and neigh-
bours might hear the good tidings, too. He was
unable to comply, but promised to visit them soon.

During the next few months Mr. Crosby went to
Ontario, arousing the churches to the need of the
work, and awakening them by his story of what had
already been accomplished, and by his testimony as to
the readiness of the Indian to listen to the Gospel, to
the duty of supporting missionaries among them. Dur-
ing that tour he incidentally awakened in one of his
hearers another kind of interest, which finally became
a very close and personal one. He was married to
the daughter of Rev. John Douse, and. henceforth had
a valuable helper in his work.

On the conclusion of his tour, Mr. Crosby kept his
promise to the Indians whom he had served at
Victoria. A Hudson's Bay ship, sailing to Alaska,
carried the missionary and his wife to Fort Simpson,
about seventy miles from Mr. Duncan's station at
Metlakahtla. The converts of the Victoria work had
prepared the way for his coming, and Mr. Crosby was
received with open arms. After a short time a church
was organized and a building commenced. Mr. Crosby,
with his own hands, cut the timber, and the Indians
laboured hard at the building. The skilled labour
was paid for chiefly by the Indians themselves, who,
although they had no money, brought furs, finger-
rings, ear-rings and surplus blankets, and gave them
freely for the building fund. The completion of the
church wfiis the beginning of a wonderful work of

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grace, which spread to distant places. The people
who came to Fort Simpson and heard the Gospel went
home, and soon messages came from them to Mr.
Crosby, begging him to visit them. He went to
Queen Charlotte Sound, where there was a similar
ingathering of souls ; thence to Bella Bella, to Bella
Coola and to many other places. In each settlement
he remained preaching and teaching until a church
was organized, and he could safely proceed to a new
field.

THE "GLAD TIDINGS."

The extremities of this chain of missionary stations
were two hundred miles apart, and this distance was
covered by Mr. Crosby, in his journey ings to and fro,
by canoe. For more than ten years he kept up this
laborious and often perilous mode of travel, rowing,
on an average, 2,000 miles in a year. But in 1882 he
realized that some better mode of locomotion could no
longer be dispensed with. He must have a steamboat,
which would save time and labour. Remembering
his former success in Ontario, he returned there, and,
lecturing and appealing to the churches, he succeeded
in raising a small fund for the purpose. With the aid
of a sailor, who had been converted in one of his
meetings, he built the boat; a small engine, which
would propel it at the rate of seven knots an hour,
was purchased and put in, and thus equipped, Mr.
Crosby resumed his labours.

The statistical results of these long years of labour
are remarkable. There are now twenty-three churches

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in regular organization, with day-schools and Sunday-
schools ; an hospital, under the charge of a skilful
Christian physician; a large industrial school for
girls, with forty pupils, and a similar institution for
boys, where instruction is given in useful arts. There
are eight ordained ministers, seven lay missionaries

MISSION STB AM YACHT "GLAD TIDINGS.

and eight native assistants. The churches are self-
supporting, and are in a most thriving condition.
Looking back on the results of his thirty y^ars of
labour, Mr. Crosby thanks God that he was led to
take up this pioneer work, and for the success with
which God has rewarded him.

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