A Summer's Journey and a Winter's Campaign. 15

unnerve the party. After loud talking they withdrew, and
ever after kept their distance. This also seemed to encourage
the pupils. It intensified the hatred of the enemy. When
the school-bell was rung through the village, out would rush
one of the foe on the ringer. But ring, ring, ring goes the
bell daily, and in flock my infantry. They have done famous
havoc in the enemy’s ranks. Bolts of truth have been shot
into theircamp. The three R’s have been taught. The first i
class have read half through the Second Book, First Series, a
and the writing of some is remarkably good. While the

teaching proceeded the background would be filled by | {
interested and wondering spectators. The pictorial Bible
lesson was a great attraction. The school has been a marked
success. I have great faith in my infantry.

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“Now I must describe my artillery practice, The Wel
medicine chest is my ammunition tumbrel. Stoppered phials | :
have been my Armstrong guns, and my shells were hurled on | 4
the foe from pill boxes. During school hours bodies of the } 3
wounded would accumulate, and, school over, my artillery H by
would be pled. Five hundred and fifty applications for 1 c
healing have been made, and if, as the medicine-men say, I | 4

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have killed some, I have relieved so many that I am the
most famous medicine-man known to the nation. So raged

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the battle. You may hke to hear of one particular encounter.
I was called to see a sick woman, but the native practitioner
was there before me. My rule was to have nothing to do |
with cases where native treatment was also applied. So I 1
would not treat this case that night. About fifteen feet apart,
with the blazing fire between, sat twelve brawling men with
sticks like yard measures in their hand. With these they kept
good time in striking the resonant cedar planks laid before
them. The drummer was between me and the fire, and the
doctor standing over the patient was the other side of the fire.
So the party formed a square with the friends of the patient
interspersed. Over her stood the doctor, a strapping fellow
painted red, the colour of his only clothing. In his right ii
hand was his gourd-shaped rattle, and with his left hand he