er and better informed to
represent them. The consequence was that when the delegates arrived
at the county seat they were found to be an intelligent and
well-dressed company, who could understand what was going on. Two of
them went from the county to the Fargo state convention to nominate
delegates to the national presidential convention. One went to the
judicial convention, and two are to go to the coming state convention
at Grand Forks to nominate state officers. Three of these delegates
were from our Santee school, and one from Hampton.

The testimony of political leaders is that the Indian delegates made
a good impression, and were not led into the self-indulgences that
disgraced some whites.

Several years ago one of the older boys found it rather tiresome to
study "civil government" in the mission school. Now he says to his
teacher, "Civil government is all right." It always will be in the
hand of intelligent people who want to do right--all colors
included.

* * * * *

"LIGHT AND SHADE."

MRS. IDA V. WOODBURY.

The title of this rambling sketch of Southern travel does not refer,
as might be understood, to the wonderful picturesqueness of the
Southern mountains and valleys, their ever-varying beauty of sunshine
and shadow, nor to the spiritual, moral or intellectual condition of
the people; but is a salutation, embodying in its brevity an
invitation to the stranger to dismount from his horse, or step down
from his carriage, and rest himself beneath the shade of the trees.
"Light, stranger, light and shade," is the laconic, epigrammatic but
cordial and hospitable greeting.

In response to such a salutation, I "lit" from the buggy one
afternoon a few weeks ago in front of a one-roomed, windowless log
hut in the Kentucky mountains, where lived a man, his wife and eight
children. I was urged to "set by," so I went inside the house. The
mother was lying on a bed in the corner, and I said to her, "Are you
sick?" (You must never ask a mountaineer if he is ill, that is
equivalent to asking him if he is cross.) "Yes," she said, "I'm
powerful puny." "Have you been sick long?" was my next question.
"I've been punying around all winter." "Has it been cold here?" "Yes,
mighty cold." "Have you had any snow?" "Yes, we've had a right smart
of snow twicet, and oncet it was pretty nigh shoe-mouth deep."

These people rarely admit that they are well. The most you can expect
is, "I'm tole