sed her partial paralysis and total blindness
from which she never recovered. In 1888 she handed the writer a $5 gold
coin for the work among the freedmen with this remark: "First the
freedman; then the Indian." Out of a narrow income she constantly gave
generously to the boards of the church and to the poor around her. She
spent most of her patrimony in giving and lending to needy ones.

The closing years of her life were spent with her nephew the great
Indian missionary the Rev. John P. Williamson D.D. at Greenwood, South
Dakota. There at noon of March 24, 1895, the light of eternity dawned
upon her and she entered into that sabbatic rest, which remains for
the people of God. Such is the story of Aunt Jane, modest and
unassuming--a real heroine, who travelled sixteen hundred miles all the
way on horseback and spent several months that she might rescue two
poor colored persons whom she had never seen or even known.

Without husband or children, alone in the world, she did not repine,
but made herself useful, wherever she was, in teaching secular learning
and religious truth, and in ministering to the sick and afflicted, the
down-trodden and oppressed. She never sought to do any wonderful
things,--but whatever her hand found to do, she did it with her might
and with an eye to the honor and glory of God. Hers was a very long and
most complete Christian life. Should it ever be forgotten? Certainly
not, while our Christian religion endures.

"Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth; yea,
saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors and their
works do follow them."

--Rev. 14: 13.

V

ARTEMAS, THE WARRIOR PREACHER

He was one of the fiercest of the Sioux warriors. He fought the
Ojibways in his youth; danced the scalp-dance on the present site of
Minneapolis, and waged war against the whites in '62. He was converted
at Mankato, Minnesota, in the prison-pen, and for thirty-two years, he
was pastor of the Pilgrim Congregational church at Santee, Nebraska.

Artemas Ehnamane was born in 1825, at Red Wing, Minnesota, by the
mountain that stands sentinel at the head of Lake Pepin. "Walking
Along" is the English translation of his jaw-breaking surname. As a
lad, he played on the banks of the mighty Mississippi. As a youth, he
hunted the red deer in the lovely glades of Minnesota and Wisconsin. He
soon grew tall and strong and became a famous hunter. The war-path,
also,