Yarns the Missionaries Tell 71

A splendid chance to get them all together. Mean-
while, we busy ourselves with those near at hand.
We row across the arm of the inlet to the farther
shore, where are two families. ‘‘My, we are glad to
see you.’ One member of the family vies with the
other in expression of welcome. We promise to
return, after we have visited others, to spend the
evening. Meanwhile, my wife has a group of
children in the saloon of the mission boat, and is
giving them Sunday-School papers and scrap-books,
the gifts of children of various Mission Bands in our
province, and the expressions of delight remind one
of Christmas morning.

A Rare Treat. The time soon comes round for our
evening visit, and we put our trusty violin (which is
the special property of the lady member of our crew)
into the rowboat, along with a goodly supply of
music, etc., and we row in the semi-darkness to a pile
of rocks, the tide having by this time gone so far out
at the landing-place that approach by rowboat was
impossible. We scramble over the slippery rocks,
and hunt for the trail that leads through the woods
to the homestead. We arrive, and, by the dim light
of lanterns, we are accorded a second welcome. We
find others there, who have rowed over from another
section of the inlet to meet the missionary party—
there is to be a great time to-night—and there was.
We talked, and we sang, and we talked some more,
for the missionary had not been there for so long
his visit was arare treat. Finally, at alate hour, we