ft of the canoe. Instantly it went off, and the contents
were discharged into the head of the poor man in front. He turned his
dying eyes upon Mr Evans, and then fell over, a corpse. It was an
awful accident, and doubly painful on account of the unfortunate
surroundings. Here the two survivors were, about two hundred miles from
any habitation. They could not take the body back with them. For days
they would meet none to whom they could tell their story. They went
ashore, and, when their first paroxysm of grief was over, they had to
dig, as best they could, a grave in the wilderness, and there bury their
dead.

They turned their faces homeward, and very sorrowful indeed was the
journey. Great was the grief at the village, and greater still the
consternation when it was discovered what Mr Evans had resolved to do.
His interpreter was the only Christian among his relatives. The rest of
them were wild pagans with bad records. Life for life was their motto,
and many had been their deeds of cruelty and bloodshed in seeking that
revenge which occupies so large a place in the savage Indian's heart.
They lived several hundred miles away, and Mr Evans resolved to go and
surrender himself to them, tell them what he had done, and take all the
consequences. Many friends, knowing how quick the Indian is to act when
aroused by the news of the death of a relative--for often before he
hears all the circumstances does he strike the fatal blow--urged him not
to go himself, but to send a mediator.

To this suggestion he turned a deaf ear, and, having made his will and
left all instructions as to the work if he should never return, and
bidden farewell to his stricken family, who never expected to see him
alive again, he started off on his strange and perilous journey.

Reaching the distant village, he walked into the tent of the parents of
his interpreter, and told them that his heart was broken, and why.
Angry words were uttered, and tomahawks and guns were freely handled,
while he described the tragic scene. Feeling so utterly miserable that
he little cared whether they killed him or let him live, there he sat
down on the ground in their midst, and awaited their decision. Some of
the hot-headed spirits were for killing him at once; but wiser counsels
prevailed, and it was decided that he must be adopted into the family
from which he had shot the son, and be all to them, as far as possible,
that their son had been. This had