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hours were employed in felling trees and shaping logs, to
set up the framework of a church, 45ft. by 40ft. The women
sewed sail-cloth together for walls and roof, and, when all
else was finished, brought white sand from the beach for the
floor. Thus was God's house planned, and built, and fitted
by themselves at their own expense. Then came that pes-
tilent la grippe, and none escaped; some died. The
missionary bestowed all his provisions, excepting a little
flour, on his stricken flock. He would have died had not T
sent to fetch him here alive or dead. We nursed him; God

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The Village of Kitkatla.

restored his strength. But he did not return to that post,
because his people were soon scattered far and wide. At
this moment he is tending a sick wife, but is expecting to
return to Kitlan at the first opportunity. This, the winter
home of the Kitkatlas, is in a wild and exposed situation.
A rocky point juts out north-eastward, on which, in grim
disorder, stands the central part of the village. On either
side a sandy cove sweeps back in graceful curves. Above
the bank stand, in a crescent, several very massive houses,
but of some only the bare frames. Nearly in the midst is
the home of Sheuksh, its low-pitched gable seaward, and in