nt that school and thank him, and tell
him that we will try to live like the white man." The speaker accordingly
took Mr. Moody's hand and thanked him in those words, raising a perfect
storm of applause by so doing.

The next mission was called the Frederick Darling Memorial mission, and
was established sixty miles below Bismarck. There was good work going on
there. Sixty miles farther down still there was located the Robert
Remington Memorial mission, and the reservation had since then been opened
up for settlement, as they had prophesied, and, as the Indians came up the
valley, driven out from their homes, there stood a man at the door of the
mission, who invited them in, and so to-day there were gathering round
that mission hundreds of Indians, forsaking their tepees, building their
houses and taking the first steps toward civilization.

On Cherry Creek, the Sankey mission was located, and, although it was not
two years since that work was begun, they had a church of about forty
members.

The funds for the Northfield mission were given by quite a number of
people here and the Indians who could be reached by it from the opening of
the reservation during the last few months had nearly doubled. They had
organized one church only a few weeks ago some distance off, and expected
to organize another there within a few months.

"What do you want now?" said Mr. Moody at this point. Mr. Shelton replied:
"We haven't a dollar for carrying on a single one of these missions after
the first of September. It costs from $300 to $350 to carry each of them
on. But I believe that God has started this work and will carry it on. Let
me add a word with regard to the whole Indian problem. It is not the
problem I presented to you two years ago; it has changed in the two years,
and, thank God, it will change in two years more, if we do the work we
ought to. Do we realize that our Indians are getting beyond the wild life?
Forty thousand Indian people have come out of the tepee life into little
homes that these Indian men have built for themselves, taking their people
forward toward Christ. We talk of the Indian in his paint and blanket,
forgetting that he is coming forth into life. His game is gone, his wild
roving life is gone, his reservation is going. They understand their
position; the old life is back of them forever. What is before them? Old
Gall showed a scar reaching from his shoulder to his hip, and said: 'A
white man gave me that;