A Summer’s Journey and a Winter's Campaign. 11

home, where the smoke fails to subdue the pervading ill
odour ; also amid the tangled forest on the coast, and clouds of
mosquitoes on the prairie. My churches have been decorated
in season and out of season, bué have had neither pulpit nor

prayer-desk, belfry nor organ. The care of Nature called
for no help or scrutiny from Archdeacon or Rural Dean,
Churchwarden or Verger. And oh the joy of it! There |

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Hazelton, on the Skeena.

have been no church expenses, no collections or painful Ht
pleading for subseriptions, and no newspaper reporters pre- |
sent to make a hash of the proceedings. Of most of my i
churches the builder and maker is God. He raised the lofty
pillars of cedar and spread out the branches, and Himself
formed the arches, grained, fretted, foliated, and coloured i
the whole in befitting tints. His, too, was the music, or i
rather, He used His winds and waters as ministers in His