ly understand my words, but they were quiet and
attentive. After service they lingered. I said, addressing the
leader, "Coyote, what do you want?" "We Indians come 20 miles, want
to talk about Jesus. We hear you talk some days back, down on Big
River. You say, God love Indian just the same He love white man.
You say, Jesus came to help Indian be good just the same as white
man. Indian want good heart, to know how to love squaw and children.
Indian love Jesus and Indian give Jesus heart and brain and hand and
feet." "Well," I said, "let us pray and ask God." We knelt. I
prayed, Coyote prayed, and, with some hesitation, they all, in turn,
prayed fervently. I have no doubt they understood, although I have
not taken them into the Church yet.

A few weeks ago an old Indian woman with gray hair came into the
church. She could not talk much, but in their sign language I asked,
"Are you a Christian?" "Yes, yes," she replied; "I could not live if
Jesus leave me," and then making the sign as if washing on a
wash-board, and the sign for spirit (soul), pointing to my white
cuff--Jesus has washed my soul white--do they not understand? Can
we, dare we, turn one of these, His little ones, away?

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SOUTHERN FIELD NOTES.

BY REV. GEORGE W. MOORE.

Quite a number of students and graduates of our A. M. A. schools are
in business and professional life in northern and western cities, as
well as in the South. A growing number of colored youth from the
North attend our Southern institutions. Thus Dr. Dubois, the noted
negro scholar and writer, came from Massachusetts to Tennessee to
take his college training at Fisk University. But it is of the
Southern field, as I have seen it during the last six weeks, that I
wish to speak.

Our Chandler Institute at Lexington, Ky., is filled with earnest
students, under the direction of Miss Fanny J. Webster and her
associates. Every year well-trained young people go out from this
school to their life-work. During a gospel meeting recently held
with the Lexington Church, more than fifty of the pupils of Chandler
School avowed their faith in Christ.

The church is built upon the site of an old slave-pen, the key of
which is preserved as a relic of those dark days. The neat chapel
now stands as a symbol of light and truth to the people. The pastor,
Rev. W. L. Johnson, is a graduate of Fisk, and his wife is from Le
Moyne Institute. She has taught in our serv