n at any time, and the
preacher is never disturbed. They sing as if they enjoyed singing--men
and women together; and in fact the services are usually such as to give
one a new zeal in holy things, even though we can understand few words.

Each Indian church has its missionary society, and its woman's society,
which is also missionary. These have been working and giving for mission
work further out among the Indians, and this year have pledged
themselves to give to foreign missions. During the last year they have
raised $1,084, of which the women raised $500. The prayer-meeting is as
much an institution with them as with us--in fact, they live as we live
and work as we work.

Ehnamani, pastor of the Santee church--a fine old man, whose history in
connection with the Minnesota massacre of '62, and whose conversion and
present work are well known--was once asked, "Do you ever have the least
regret that the old life is gone--do you ever have any longing for the
war and for the dance?" His face grew stern and hard as he answered,
"Regret it! No, indeed! I cannot think of one good thing that I ever did
in that life, and I cannot bear to remember it." Few are there yet like
Ehnamani, though many are fast overtaking him, and a grand number of
Christian workers would you see could they be gathered before you!

Many are the Indian hearts given back to God their Creator. Many are the
Indian homes consecrated to the Wakantanka. Many are the Indian lives
devoted to His service. And yet there are facts--there are overwhelming
facts, sad enough to break the great, throbbing Christian heart of this
country--facts that should make us cover our heads with shame.

Out of 40,000 Sioux Indians, there are 35,000 still in heathenism. There
are sixty-six tribes on the Western prairies for whom nothing is yet
done. There are 40,000 Indians of school age; but when every school is
packed to its utmost only 12,000 can be accommodated. This includes
Government schools, Roman Catholic schools, and all; so that those under
mission teachers would be far less a number than 12,000.

And this is where the Indian work stands to-day. How can the A.M.A. do
its share in this great work, or how can the work already begun be
carried on, unless money is turned liberally into its treasury?

Shall the cry for help, coming 1,500 miles across the country, strike
against a hard wall of indifference and be thrown back to mock the red
man and to bid him wait yet