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be men and women and God will feed you."

These were his words. He spoke the truth, for he is the only Indian
who had an abundant crop.

Little Eagle cannot speak an English word. His son Harry who died
could read English a little. He learned at Santee. But his knowledge of
the Bible, and his Bible-reading to the people and his work for Christ, were
in his own tongue. It was the truth in his own tongue that saved Little
Eagle. _Shall we not, then, teach the children Christian truths in their
own language?_

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THE CHINESE.

A CHINESE CHRISTIAN IN CHINA.

Chin Toy was a shoemaker until he accepted my invitation to become a
Missionary Helper. His education, in English and as a Christian, has
been wholly in our humble mission work. He is now engaged in
evangelistic service. Having recently returned from a visit to his
native land, I asked him to give me an account of his experience there.
I give it below to the readers of the _Missionary_. W.C. POND.

DEAR PASTOR:--You asked me kindly to give you my experience during
my visit in China. I stayed home about ten months. I had a very
hard time there at first, because I have no Christian friends who
live near enough to help me. The temptations around me very great.
My father and my uncle wanted me to help in their store: they had
sacrifice-paper and candles for the offering of idols for sale.
This hurted my feeling very much. I told them I was a Christian. I
could not help in that business, for I know it was against the law
of the true God. They laughed at me and said I was very foolish to
believe such a doctrine. I found it very difficult to enlighten
their minds.

Two weeks after I got home was a birthday of my grandfather, who
died many years ago. My father set some sacrifices on the parlor
table, before the ancestral tablet; he wanted me to bow down and
worship with him, but I refused. I told him while I honored my
grandfather a great deal, yet I could not worship him. The
Christians only worship the one true God. This made him very angry
at me, he so angry that he did not take his breakfast that
morning. From this time on, my father was cross to me very often,
he called me a man without conscience. I did not mind about that,
for I knew he loved me in his heart. He had not learned what
Christianity was. I tried t