mp and lay down cold and hungry. I hunted all the
next day and only got a rabbit. This I ate in the little camp I made
the second night in the snow. On the third day I hunted until about
noon. Then feeling very weak and hungry, I got so discouraged that I
said, as I sat down on a log covered with snow, `I will die here. I am
weak with hunger, I can go no further.' I was cross and angry, and I
said, as I talked to myself, `No use trying any more.' Then I loaded my
gun with a heavy charge of powder and two bullets, and, drawing back the
trigger, my plan was to put the muzzle of the gun against the side of my
head, and then press on the trigger with my big toe, which, you know,
moves easily in the moccasin. Just as I was getting ready thus to kill
myself, something seemed to speak to me, `William!' I pushed the gun
away, for I was frightened. I looked all around, but could not see
anybody. Then I found that the voice was in me, and it began to talk to
me out of my heart; and as I listened it seemed to say, `William, do you
not remember what the Missionary told you long ago about the Great
Spirit? He said He was kind and forgiving, and that even if we did
wander far away from him, if we became sorry and would come back, He
would forgive. Do you not remember, William, he said that if we ever
got into great trouble, the Great Spirit was the best Friend to Whom to
go to help us out? You are in great trouble, William. Don't you think
you had better come back to him?'

"But I trembled and hesitated, for I was ashamed to come. I thought
over my life, how I had run away from the kind Missionary who had taken
me, a poor orphan boy, into his home, and fed and clothed me, and taught
me so much about the true way. Then I remembered so well how I had
tried to wipe out from my memory all I had learned about the Great
Spirit and His Son, and the good Book. I had denied to the pagan people
that I knew anything about the white man's religion. I had been very
bad, and had got very far away; how could I come back? Still all the
answer I got was, `You had better come back.'

"There I sat and trembled, and I felt I was too mean to come back. But
all the answer I got was, `It is meaner to stay away, if what the
Missionary said is true.' While I was hesitating what to do, and all
trembling in the cold, I seemed to hear my wife and children in the
wigwam far away crying for food. This decided me. So I turned round,
and kn