ospel and was
baptized at Okak, exchanging his heathen name of Nikkartok for the
Christian name which his subsequent life adorned.

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| GOTTLOB. |
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| unulilanktok |
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| 1816. |
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| angerarpok |
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| 14 Septbr. 1878. |
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In 1867 he joined Daniel of Hopedale in an endeavour to evangelize the
northern heathen, among whom his childhood had been spent. After this
he settled with his family at Hebron, but when Mr. and Mrs. Weitz
commenced the station at Ramah in 1871 Gottlob volunteered to
accompany them. He and his family proved useful helpers of the
missionary effort. His wife Marianna was also born a heathen, and
named Nukupjuna. She is now a native helper at Hebron. His daughter
was exceedingly valuable as the schoolmistress, and when an organist
was needed Nicholina fulfilled the office to the best of her ability
by playing the melody with one finger on the very little harmonium,
which still does duty at Ramah. That was a simple service rendered in
simplicity of spirit, yet in such a climate possibly attended with
suffering. A missionary sister lately resident at Hebron told me she
had often played the organ there with a blister at the end of each
finger, for the intense cold made the touch of the keys like contact
with red-hot iron. But to return to Gottlob. For seven years he lived
and laboured among his countrymen, from whom he had at times to bear
obloquy on account of his Christian fidelity. He died September 14th,
1878, and this is the comprehensive record of him in the Ramah Church
book: "In life and death Gottlob placed his whole trust in the
crucified Saviour, in whom he found pardon, peace, and joy."

LEAVING RAMAH.

_Friday, September 14th._--Came aboard last night for an early start;
weighed our anchor about 6 o'clock this morning. The wind was light
and several of the natives towed us out of the bay in the ship's
boats. Ere we started the resident missionaries brought their last
batch of letters for Europe, and bade us farewell. They had been
writing most of the night. Now the good folk will rest after the
excitement and bustle of shiptime. It will be a year before they have
visitors again, unless it be a missionary brother from Hebron or Mr.
MacLaren, the Hudsons Bay