make his land and his education of any value, not
only is his law unsupported by his own character of little worth, but he
needs Christian missionaries more and more, because he has ceased to be
the Indian and become Indians. It is peculiarly true that every tribe,
every group, every family almost, has reached a different state of need.
The varying pressure of circumstances combined with the differing
methods of education furnished the children, has brought the race to a
time and place when it needs many, many helpers, who, living with them
as Thomas Riggs has lived with them, will find their reward in their
growth and development. Wherever the Riggs family live, there the Indian
problem is solved. Where Bishop Hare and Mary Collins work the answer is
already plain. Let the Omahas without any missionary testify also to the
darker side of the question.

It is not further efforts by the churches for the education of the
Indian that are needed. There are many schools, good, bad, and
indifferent, but still schools, and it is certain that the Government
will attend to the education difficulty. But it is missionaries that
the Indian needs; missionaries to convert heathen. This is an inglorious
service and one of plenteous hardship, but beyond measure it is a
patriotic service, beyond measure it is the work of Him whose "all the
world" began "at Jerusalem," who taught us to find Himself wherever the
least of His children were in sore need.

A LITTLE BOHEMIAN GIRL'S GIFT.

The following letter from Rev. J. S. Porter, Missionary of the American
Board, will explain itself. Will there not be among those who shall read
it some one who would like to purchase the remaining coins given by the
poor little orphan girl in Bohemia for the colored people? If so, our
Treasurer, H. W. Hubbard, will forward the coins upon application from
those who would like to purchase one or more of them. A Christian lady
in Detroit, who abounds in good works, has generously sent us $25 for
one of the coins:

"PRAGUE, BOHEMIA, Sept. 14, 1895.

"Enclosed find seven Austrian crowns, the gift of a little orphan
girl, Marie Kuchera. She wanted to do something for the colored
people, and this is her offering. Her pastor wished me to send the
original crowns that she gave. Some two years ago I was called into
the country, an hour and a half away, to officiate at the communion
service of a poor consumptive mother and widow. It