way of faith--the
simple plan of salvation. That best of all Teachers, that infallible
Guide, the Holy Spirit, applied the truth to his heart; and our dear
Sandy saw the way, and believed unreservedly in the Lord Jesus. He was
a sweet singer, and had often joined with us in our songs of devotion at
our family altar; but now as never before he sang in his own musical
language the translation of the verse "My God is reconciled," etcetera.

"Ma' to noo-too-ta-min
Ne-pa-tan a-e-sit,
Ak-wa a-wa-ko-mit
Na-ma-ne-say-ke-sin,
Wa-na-tuk-ne-pa-hi-to-tan
Abba No-ta a-e-tae-yan."

Need we add that our Indian boy, so strangely thrown on our care, was
doubly dear and precious to as from that hour! We had had our long
months of trouble and anxiety about him, and friends, both white and
Indian, had thought, and had told us, that what we were doing for him
was, "love's labour lost." How thankful we were at this glad hour of
his clear and beautiful conversion, that we had persevered? We never
could help feeling that his coming to us was from God, and in spite of
all the discouragements, we had not dared to give up our charge. We had
accepted it as a trust although it became a trial of patience; yet when
the clouds cleaved away, we had our exceeding great reward.

From that day, his presence in our humble mission home was a
benediction. He became a very devout and reverent student of the Word
of God; and as its blessed truths opened up before him, he had many
questions to ask, so that we had many loving talks about the holy Book.
Often his heart overflowed with gratitude and thanksgiving to God, and
he would exclaim--

"O missionary, these words are very sweet to my heart!"

To spend hours on his knees with his open Bible before him, was no
uncommon thing for Sandy. And when he came down from his upper room
with his face radiant, he would sometimes exclaim:

"Oh, how blind and stupid I was! I used to think that the white man's
religion was just like the Indian's, only performed in another way, but
now I know--yes I know it is different: oh so different! For do I not
feel it in my heart, that God is my Father, and His Son is my Saviour,
my Elder Brother! Oh yes, I know! I know!"

Then he would burst into song, asking us to join with him, which we
often did gladly; and heaven seemed nearer while we sang.

Thus, he lived with us as a son in our home. He studied hard, and grew
physically and spiritually. H