is as follows:--

"Ne mahmechemon ne muntome
Kahke wastanahmahweyan,
Kah nah way yemin Kechabyah
Ah kwah-nahtahtah-kwahnaoon."

After singing we bow in prayer. There is there, as there should be
everywhere, a consciousness of our dependence upon the great Helper for
protection and support, and so the prayer we sang:--

"Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings,
Beneath Thine own Almighty wings."

is indeed our heart's desire.

Sometimes we are a hundred and fifty miles from the nearest human
habitation. We are camping out in the woods in a hole dug in the snow.
We have no walls around us but the snow thrown out of the place in which
we are huddled, with perhaps the addition of some balsam boughs. We
have no roof above us but the stars. There in that place we are going
to lie down and try to sleep during that bitter cold night. The light
fire will soon go out. A foot of snow may fall upon us, and its coming
will be welcomed, as its warmth will lessen our shivering. Prowling
grey wolves may come near us, but the terrible Frost King is more to be
feared than they.

Does anybody, who knows the efficacy of prayer, wonder that, as we draw
near to God, "by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving," we crave
the assurance of His favour and smile, and that He, Who never slumbers
or sleeps, will be our Guardian and our Friend?

After prayers we soon _retire to rest_. The guide's familiar words soon
after prayers used to be, "Now, Missionary, I will make your bed." This
was his work, and he was an adept at it. He first spread out a layer of
evergreen boughs, and then on these he laid a large buffalo robe, and
upon this a heavy blanket. Then, placing my pillow so that my head
would be farthest away from the fire, he would say to me, "Now, if you
will get into bed, I will cover you up and tuck you in."

Such a thing as disrobing out there in a wintry camp is unknown, unless,
as the result of the violent exercise of running all day, a person's
underclothing has become very damp by perspiration, and it is not safe
to sleep in it in that condition.

Some travellers sleep in a fur bag, in which they manage to insert
themselves, and then have it tightened around their necks. Then a large
fur hood over the usual head-gear completes their sleeping apparel. I
used to wrap myself up in a heavy overcoat over my usual apparel, and
then putting on long buffalo-skin boots, fur mits, cap, cape, and big
mufflers,