56 Snapshots from the North Pacife. turned over my pillow, pounded it and spoke angry words, and all in vain. I was trying to sleep in hzs forest, and he would not stop nibbling his favourite bark to allow a tired bishop to be there without taxing his patience.. He was an unfeeling little republican, and I still have a erudge against him. But ithey are not as obnoxious as rats. “Late on Saturday night, long after dark, we reached a village that has long been deserted as a winter residence. The gardens are very good, and some families came from Essington and Metlakatla to plant potatoes there. We had to climb some rocks for about two hundred feet before we came to the plain trail. Leaving our canoe moored, we struggled up the steep, bearing only what we wanted over Sunday. My load. was my bedding. The lantern-bearer was next in front of me. After about a half-mile walk we came to the houses. Two were lighted up. From one, as we neared it, floated sounds of song. We stopped and listened, and through the wooden walls we could hear every word uttered in prayer. These praying Indians had assem- bled as they were accustomed to on the coast, and though a week’s journey from their coast homes, and unconscious that their Bishop was within-a yard of the leader, they observed their duty to God as duly as if they were within the sound of the church bell. My heart throbbed with eratitude to God for shining into these simple souls and making them more Christ-like than myriads at home satiated with privi- lege. “We slept that night in a house belonging to my Indian captain, who formerly lived here, but for years past has been at Metlakatla. We soon had a blazing fire, and after supper sought rest. Before I lay down my captain asked me to climb up the ladder into a small attic. ‘ Look,’ said he. ‘Well, I only see potatoes. Then he gave me one, and pointed out the marks of some small rodents’ teeth. ‘ Poor rats! poor rats! Alas! your labour is lost. I shall bag these potatoes.’ So the captain seemed to pity the bushy-tailed rats which had dug out from the garden all the small-sized