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the bell and vather in the people. He was the terror of
gamblers, and hated of medicine-men.

“ Last Saturday morning J came to me with something
weighty on his mind, I could see at a glance. He was full
of plans. ‘To-morrow is Sunday,’ he said; ‘at the lower
village they do not serve God. May I go down and hold
services ?’

“* Ver, go, and be gentle, as Jesus was,’ I said.

“*™May I take a bell?’

“<«Ves take a small one, because you have only a little
knowledge.’

“<True, but I will tell them all I know.’

“86 he packed his Bible, hymn-book, salmon, and rice in
his blanket with the small bell, and trudged away. Before
he returns he means to go to the second lower village to see
the five Christians who live there whom I baptized last spring.
He will have had a journey of seventy miles at his own charges
for Christ’s sake.

“ It was he who conducted service on the miners’ march.

“ At the mines the best building was cleared on Saturday
and placed at the Indians’ disposal for Sunday services, much
to the credit of the miners, who always attended and enjoyed
the singing, if nothing else. One Sunday morning an Indian
family reached the miners’ camp, and would have passed
forward with their packs. ‘What, asked the miners,
‘travelling on Sunday! Is this what the Bishop teaches
you?’ ‘We are short of food, and must press on.’ ‘No,
you need not; we will give you food.’ So they travelled on
together from Monday morning to the end.

“JT had intended to follow them and go to the Fraser River,
but was providentially hindered. The interval between that
appointed start and my real start for the coast was full of
blessing. Then came the resolve to build small houses.

Privacy is impossible. Those of strong character, who, when
converted, become mighty men of God, are able to resist the
flood of persecution rolled on them by the evil-disposed ; but
not so the weaker folk. One evening a quiet fellow, since