ho are the children of equally heroic stock.

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NOTES FROM THE MOUNTAINS.

BY MISSIONARY WALTON.

In one of my visits to a neglected home I found a little orphan boy of
ten years whom I invited to our mission Sunday-school, and he seemed
pleased to know he had a friend. I had told them, during my visits, of
our little Sunday-school, and as I was leaving I gave him a little
Sunday-school card with a beautiful verse of scripture and asked him if
he could read, whereupon, he answered, "No;" then I asked his
foster-mother if she would teach him the text--she promised, as by this
time she too was getting interested. I left them seemingly glad for the
little time I had spent with them in their home.

Some time after this I was going down town, moving briskly along, when a
small boy came plump up against me, saying, "Hello, mister! don't you
know me? You're the Sunday-school man which was to our house. I know
you." "O yes, I know you now," and I said, "tell me about yourself." "I
have been to Sunday-school four Sundays, and have a nice teacher, and
enjoy going very much; we are in a little class and have lesson-picture
papers, and I like it so much I want to go every Sunday and all the
time. I know a boy who does not go to Sunday-school, and he has promised
to go with me next Sunday."

Saturday evening, June 2d, it was my privilege to meet with the Mossy
Grove Christian Endeavor Society. About forty-five young people were
present and took a hearty part in the meeting--quite a number joined in
prayer during the twenty minutes' prayer service. This service was all
the more interesting because a work of our planting, and from a very
small beginning has grown and is full of Christian earnestness.

This was the home of the "unfortunate man" I had found as I went through
the mountains. It was my privilege to look into that man's face and note
the change that had come to him. In the Sunday-school I was teacher of
his class. He seemed interested in the lesson and showed evidence of
being a changed man. As I preached of the "sprinkled blood" he somehow
appreciated all the more how he had been rescued. In the house-to-house
work among this people I found many encouraging results and think our
work there will develop until we have a church organization.

In one county I found a number of people off by themselves in a little
nook of a valley, but not over two miles from Sunday-school and chu