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12 Snapshots from the North Pacipe.

An Encampment on

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a River Bank.

beautiful temple. At His command the waves of the sea,
the roaring cascades and splashing waterfalls, lifted up their
voices. His fingers touched the clattering torrents, and
evolved music from the big river where it rushed down be-
tween the granite rocks that force the angry rapid foaming
through their narrow throat. The high wind at sea somewhat
risked the harmony when it made the steamer’s funnel howl
and her rigging shriek, but never marred it really; while
nothing could be softer or more sustained than its notes
ashore as it played on the top of the forest trees. Unwearied
the orchestra poured forth the music that Divine skill alone
can discourse to the listening heart.

“* But it has been a far higher pleasure to see proofs of
God's Spirit awakening dead souls through the power of Jesus’
name.’ ” .

Later on, the Bishop wrote from Hazelton, up the Skeena
River :—

“I shall describe my winter’s work as a winter campaign.
It was preceded by seven months of seafaring among the many

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