to whom we had gone with the truth. At some places we witnessed
changes wrought by the labours of the worthy men who had preceded us; in
other places we were permitted both to sow the seed and see the glorious
harvest.

Although, from the white man's standpoint the people here were poor, yet
the little houses, where were the followers of the Lord Jesus, were
homes of happiness, and the spirit of kindliness and affection
everywhere prevailed. There men and women lived on terms of equality.
No longer did the men eat alone and of the best of the game and fish,
but all together men and women, boys and girls as one loving family,
shared proportionately what had been secured. The result was, there was
a spirit of contentment and happiness in our mission village that was
very gratifying.

However, amidst these happy faces and notes of thanksgiving, here was
this one sorrowful face and silent tongue. What was the cause? The
truth came out at last, and in a way that was almost dramatic.

Mrs Young and I were busy one day with our routine duties, when Betsy
came into our home, and hardly taking time enough to give the usual
morning salutation exclaimed in a most decided way; "Robert is not kind
to me, and does not treat me like the other men, who profess to be
Christians, treat their wives."

This strong emphatic remark startled us, and at once gave us the clue to
the cause of the sorrowful face. At first we hardly knew just how to
answer such an emphatic utterance, and so in silence waited for her to
proceed. But there she sat quietly her face nearly hidden in her black
shawl, seeming to be afraid to proceed further. So we had at length to
break the awkward silence, by saying we were very sorry to hear her
words and could not understand their meaning, as Robert seemed to be a
very good man, and an earnest Christian.

This at once caused her to break her silence, and turning around to me,
she said:

"Yes, that is it. If he did not so profess to be a Christian, I would
never mind it, and would silently bear it; but he _professes_ to be a
Christian, and does not treat me in the way in which the other Christian
men treat their wives."

Then she quieted down, and in a very straightforward way told us her
story, which was as follows:

"When Robert goes out and shoots a deer, it is true he does not come
home with the gun upon his shoulder, and make me go out on his trail and
bring in the game; he brings it in himsel