o heaven is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view."

When she had sung two or three verses the sick man said, "Who is this
Jesus?"

Not much was it that was remembered through all the long years that had
passed away since Astumastao had received her last Sabbath school
lesson, but she called up all she could, and in that which still clung
to her memory was the matchless verse: "For God so loved the world, that
he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should
not perish, but have everlasting life." The sick man was thrilled and
startled, and said, "Say it again and again!" So over and over again
she repeated it. "Can you remember anything more?" he whispered.

"Not much," she replied, "only I remember that I was taught that this
Jesus, the Son of the Great Spirit, said something like this: `Him that
cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.'"

"Did they say," said the dying man, "that that included the Indian? May
he, too, go in the white man's way?"

"O yes," she answered; "I remember about that very well. The missionary
was constantly telling us that the Great Spirit and his Son loved
everybody--Indians as well as whites--and that we were all welcome to
come to him. Indeed it must be so, for there are the words I have
learned about it out of his great book: `Him that cometh to me I will in
no wise cast out.'"

"Sing again to me," he said. And so she sang:

"Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee, as I am;
Nothing but sin have I to give;
Nothing but love shall I receive."

"What did you say his name was?" said the dying man.

"Jesus," she sobbed.

"Lift up my head," he said to his weeping wife. "Take hold of my hand,
my niece," he said. "It is getting so dark I cannot see the trail. I
have no guide. What did you say was his name?"

"Jesus," again she sobbed. And with that name on his lips he was gone.

Call not this picture overdrawn. Hundreds of these Indians have long
lost faith in paganism, and in their hours of peril, or in the presence
of death even, many of them who have learned but little about
Christianity cling to those who have some knowledge of the great
salvation and strive to grope into the way.

The two women were alone on the island with their dead, and with no
canoe by which they could return to the distant mainland. But Indian
women are quick at devising