ook, as is sometimes
true of his pale-faced brother.

* * * * *

"Plenty Corn" was a sweet little Indian girl, who attended the mission
at Fort Berthold. She had won her way wonderfully into the hearts of the
teachers, and when she died last spring, there were sorrowful hearts in
the mission, as truly as in the Indian tepee. The parents had been
reached also by the influence of the mission. They permitted the
missionary to lay the body in a coffin. The Indians took up the little
white casket and bore it to the boat in which it was to be taken across
the Missouri River. The father rowed the boat, as the mother sat on the
opposite bank waiting for her dead darling, and from the boat there went
up the piteous wailing of the father, which was echoed back from the
bank in the piteous wail of the mother. It was a sad, sad sight, and
emphasized painfully the need of Christian instruction, that the hope of
the Gospel may break through the superstitious darkness of these sad
lives.

* * * * *

ECHOES.

An old man who teaches in the country heard we had a number of
Sunday-school papers, and asked us if we had any "overtures of
Sunday-school literature" to give him.

One of the older boys was obliged to leave school to work. In the last
prayer-meeting he attended he said: "It makes me feel very sorry when I
think that next week my seat will be filled with my absence."

Another prayed that he might walk more "citcumspotly before the world."

* * * * *

"FREELY YE HAVE RECEIVED, FREELY GIVE."

(_Written for a Missionary Concert held in the interests of the A.M.A._)

So free are the gifts of heaven,
So many the blessings which fall,
That, should we attempt to count them
We could not number them all.

For God is a generous Giver.
Who sows with a liberal hand
Shall reap a bounteous harvest
And gather the fruits of the land.

For 'tis God that gives the increase,
And oft it's a "hundred fold,"
And men are reaping in many ways
Aside from lands and gold.

The blessings of home and fireside,
Of friendship, of books, of health,
Of knowledge, of church, of worship,
All these are a part of our wealth.

But off in the sunny Southland,
In a part of our country large,
Are _needs_, which with us are _blessings_,