G.W.—4

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because we had no proper man available for the
work.

Each of these missionaries could tell of ex-
periences that would thrill and inspire you, and I
have only given you alist of theirnames. But there
is one noble man who must have more than passing
mention in any history of the Loggers’ Mission.
Whenever I meet an old-timer in the camps he will
rarely fail to mention the name of Alexander
MacAulay. MacAulay had a heaven-given talent
for winning the confidence of the loggers and settlers.
In this respect it is undoubtedly true that no mis-
sionary, of any Church, has ever equalled him along
this coast. He was unique. Every last man in
camp would gather into the bunk-house or cook-
house when he happened along. They still talk,
in reminiscent, tender tones, about the way he
used to sing that old hymn (new then), ‘‘Throw Out
the Life Line.’’ Often his wife and daughter would
accompany him on these trips and there would then
be very special music that was greatly enjoyed in
these lonely camps. When I first visited the logging
camps in 1920 one of my favourite ways of introducing
myself was to announce that I was ‘‘trying to carry
on MacAulay’s work.’”’ The old-timers in the camp
would accept that as a sufficiently good credential
to warrant them coming in to meeting to hear what
I had to say. Among the settlers his name was an
“Open Sesame,” to their hearts and homes. Mac-
Aulay withdrew from the work in 1912 because of