108 Snapshots from the North Pacife.

The Sawe-Mill.

put away thy sin; go and sin no more.’ By this time she
has reached her home I think, restored, forgiven. You will
not mind this digression I hope. Wow I can confidently say
that in this whole community, where we have eighty-six
communicants, there is not a single drunkard, thief, or
unclean person. Ever since I returned from England I
have prayed for this one now standing in God’s light, her
withered heart absorbing it. Glory be to God!

“My last visitation was complete excluding Massett,
which I could not find means to reach. I have travelled
more during the last half-year than in any previous year.

“Arriving at Aiyansh, on the Naas River, after inspect-
ing the Indians’ steam saw-mill on the opposite shore two
miles below, I climbed up the steep bank, expecting to find
Aiyansh as I last saw it, but it was nowhere to be found.
I stood in speechless amazement. All things had become
new. Instead of the old narrow trail in front of a single
row of huts I saw fine broad roads, with really beautiful
cottages dotted about, set in the lovely autumnal foliage,