ve were added and the work still goes on very encouragingly.
A Sunday-school is carried on by the Christian Endeavorers of the Corbin
church in a community near by.

CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR SOCIETY.--A Young People's Society of
Christian Endeavor was organized at La Follette, Tenn., early in
December. Thirteen members united with this society and much enthusiasm
was manifested.

The Indians.

DI TAPI'O?

BY REV. C. L. HALL.

We reached the Missouri at dark. A heavy gale tossed the water and
whirled the sand. Can any one hear across the water, or are we to spend
the October night in the timber? The Lord had provided for His work. A
dark figure appeared on the bluff against the fading light. "Di tapi'o?"
is the call across (Who are you?). "Ho-washte" (I am Good Voice) is the
reply. The figure, like the man of Macedonia; the reply, "a voice crying
in the wilderness." The man was Good Bird. He had come out, expecting
his wife, and found us.

The wind had sunk the flat-boat, and our horse had to wait in the brush
till morning. I cared for him, while the carpenter and Good Bird
crossed. Two other Indians came for me. The wind lulled and the dark
flood flowed silently. Their leaky skiff was plugged with mud. One
rowed, the other watched in the shadows for the landing. I bailed with a
tin can. The current swung us in, and we lugged our tools and provisions
and bedding up a sand slide, and slept in the "Independence Station" log
house.

We had made several visits during the summer. Once the whole family
stayed a week. We won the affections of Mrs. Pedi'tska-Kadi'shta (Little
Crow), so that she paddled Mrs. Hall over in her hide "bull-boat," on
our return, for twenty-five cents.

Then our trained nurse left her hospital room and visiting work at Fort
Berthold and kept up the routine, and also treated about twenty patients
among these Mandans.

This time we had come to finish the house for winter, before the lady
missionary's return from her vacation. Four women plastered outside with
a mixture of mud and dry grass. This is woman's part of house-building
here, I was laborer and cook and preacher for three days, and then left
the carpenter plastering inside.

The Mandans are friendly, but much behind our Rees at Fort Berthold.
Dead bodies in rough boxes lie on the ground on a knoll not far from our
house, and near by is an old-style earth lodge.

At Christmas we had more than 125 people out. A cedar tree hung fu