s catch
upon the shore.

Thus he lived for weeks. He was a good hunter, and worked most
industriously and successfully. All the game taken, he brought to his
wife and children, upon which he insisted that they should feast, while
he confined himself to a fish diet; although those caught at that season
were far from being the best.

One Saturday evening, as we were standing in the front of our mission
home enjoying the splendours of a most magnificent sunset, we saw Robert
coming up the trail. As he drew near I accosted him kindly, but it was
easy to see that he was in trouble, and that there was "something on his
mind." We chatted about various things, and I encouraged him to speak
out freely. With a sudden effort he broke loose from his feeling of
restraint, and said:

"Missionary, are you going to let me come to the Sacrament of the Lord's
Supper to-morrow?"

Four times a year we had this sacramental service, and it was a great
event to our native Christians. In answer to his question I replied:

"Why Robert, what is there to cause me to wish to prevent you from
coming to the Lord's table?"

Looking at me earnestly, he said:

"There is a good deal. Just think of the way I have treated my wife and
daughters!"

"Yes," I said, "I remember that; but I also know how you have been
treating them during the last few weeks."

With a face from which the shadows had now fled away, he said quickly:--

"Have you heard anything about that?"

"O yes, Robert," I replied, "I know all about it. I have good eyes and
ears, and I have seen and heard how nobly you have redeemed yourself. I
am very glad of it. Of course I will welcome you to the Lord's table."

After a little further conversation, I said:

"Tell me, Robert, why did you act so selfishly toward your wife and
daughters?"

He just uttered with emphasis the Indian word which means:
"Stupidity,"--then after a little pause he quietly added; "But I think I
have got over it."

And so he had.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

FIVE INDIANS AND A JACK-KNIFE.

Indian boys dearly love pocket-knives. As they have to make their own
bows and arrows, the paddles for their birch canoes, and also the frames
for their snow shoes, of course a good knife is a valued possession. In
whittling, Indian boys do not push the knife from them, but always draw
it toward them. They are very clever in the manufacture of the few
things which they require, and are encouraged by the