more numerous and larger. _But the larger the breaks and openings,
the more the sunshine can enter in_. So with me, every pang of
suffering, every trial of patience, only opens the way into my soul for
more of Jesus and his love."

How he did rejoice as they talked with him and rehearsed the story of
how the Lord had so wonderfully led them out of the darkness of the old
way into the blessed light of the new.

At Astumastao's request Oowikapun told Memotas of his wonderful dream,
and of the deep impression it had made upon him. Memotas listened to
its recital with the deepest interest, and stated what many others have
said, that they believed that still, as in ancient times, the good
Spirit in loving compassion speaks in dreams to help or warn those who
have not yet received enough of the divine revelation to be completely
guided by it. At his feet sat those two happy converts, and, as did
many others, learned from his rich testimony many blessed truths.

Happy Memotas; only a little while longer did he tarry with us. A
little additional cold was all that was needed to finish the work in a
constitution so nearly shattered. When he felt it assailing him there
came very clearly to him the presentiment that the end was near. And
never did a weary traveller welcome his home and bed of rest with
greater delight than did Memotas welcome the grave and the bliss beyond.

The prospect of getting to heaven seemed so glorious that he could
hardly think of anything else. This was now his one absorbing thought.

Like all the rest of these Northern Indians, he was very poor, and had
nothing in his home for food of his own but fish. But there were loving
hearts at the mission house, and so willing hands carried supplies as
needed to his little habitation.

On one occasion, when that dear, good missionary, Reverend John Semmens,
who had gone with me, as together we had lovingly supplied his wants,
said to him: "Now, beloved Memotas, can we do anything else for you? Do
you want anything more?"

"O, no," replied Memotas; "I want nothing but Christ. More of Christ."

When we administered to him the emblems of the broken body and spilt
blood of the dear Redeemer, he was much affected, and exclaimed, "My
precious Saviour. I shall soon see him."

Seeing his intense longing to go sweeping through the gates of the
celestial city, I said to him: "Memotas, my brother beloved, why are you
so anxious to leave us? I hope you