e had asked for wisdom and divine
direction and he was not disappointed, for in less than an hour after
these pious Indians had been on their knees in earnest prayer the body
of their comrade was being borne away to his home, and from thence to
its final resting place in the "God's Acre" of the little Christian
village.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

BETSY, THE INDIAN WIFE.

She was not a bad looking woman, but she had such a sorrowful face that
never seemed to have on it a smile. Mrs Young and I had both noticed
this, and had spoken to each other about it. Her name was Betsy. She
was the wife of an Indian whose name was Atenou, but who, when baptised,
had, like most of his countrymen, asked for the addition to it of an
English name, and so was known as Robert Atenou. His record seemed to
be that of a quiet, industrious sort of an Indian, who fished and hunted
as did the rest, and gave trouble to none. As he, like many of his
people, was gifted with readiness of utterance, and was very faithful in
his attendance at all of the religious services, and seemed to be living
a godly life, he had been, given an official position in the church,
which, he very much appreciated.

It was noticed however, that Robert's advancement in the church, did not
seem to remove the cloud that was on his wife's face. While the other
women were so bright and happy and thankful at the change which
Christianity had brought into their lives, and were at times not slow in
speaking about it, she was a very marked exception.

Not wishing to pry into her affairs, while perplexed, we were obliged
for a time to remain in the dark, and could only conjecture as to the
cause.

Perhaps the most marvellous and conspicuous evidence of the blessedness
of the Gospel, next to its divine power in the salvation of the soul, is
to be seen in the glorious way in which it uplifts women. Sad indeed is
the condition of women in lands unreached by the blessed influences of
Christianity. He whose wonderful and tender love for His mother, and
for the goodly women who ministered to Him, was so manifested when He
walked this earth of ours, is Jesus still. And wherever His name is
successfully proclaimed, and hearts opened to receive Him, there at once
is a glorious uplifting of woman from a condition of inferiority and
degradation, into one where she is honoured and respected.

The northern Indian tribes on this continent, while not very warlike, or
much in the