ewan Rivers to the muskegs and sterile regions of
Hudson's Bay; from the fair and fertile domains of Red and Assinaboia
Rivers, to the foot-hills of the Rocky Mountains, enduring footprints of
James Evans may still be seen.

At many a camp-fire, and in many a lonely wigwam, old Indians yet
linger, whose eyes brighten and whose tongues wax eloquent as they
recall that man whose deeds live on, and whose converts from a degrading
paganism are still to be counted by scores. Many a weary hour has been
charmed away, as I have listened to Papanekis the elder, or Henry Budd,
or some other old Indian guide or dog-driver, or canoe-man, while they
rehearsed the thrilling adventures, the narrow escapes, the wonderful
deliverances, and also some of the tragic events, through which they
passed in company with the "Nistum Ayumeaookemou," the "first
Missionary."

The dog-drivers loved to talk about Mr Evans' wonderful train of half
dogs, half wolves, with which for years he travelled. With great
enthusiasm they would talk of their marvellous speed and endurance, of
their fierceness and sagacity; of how, when the nights in the wintry
camps were unusually cold--say fifty or sixty degrees below zero--these
fierce animals would crowd into the camp, and, lying on their backs,
would hold up both their fore and hind feet, and thus mutely beg for
some one to have compassion upon them and put on the warm woollen dog-
shoes.

His canoe trips were often of many weeks' duration, and extended for
thousands of miles. No river seemed too rapid, and no lake too stormy,
to deter him in his untiring zeal to find out the Indian in his
solitudes, and preach to him the ever-blessed Gospel. Ever on the look-
out for improvements to aid him in more rapid transit through the
country, Mr Evans constructed a canoe out of sheet tin. This the
Indians called the "Island of light," on account of its flashing back
the sun's rays as it glided along propelled by the strong paddles in the
hands of the well trained crew. With them they carried in this novel
craft solder and soldering-iron, and when they had the misfortune to run
upon a rock they went ashore and quickly repaired the injured place.

Mr Evans had been for years a Minister and Missionary in the Canadian
Methodist Church. With the Reverend William Case he had been very
successfully employed among the Indians in the Province of Ontario.
When the English Wesleyan Society decided to begin work among