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knew my situation to-day, you would feel for me, and fly, if possible, to assist me ! I feel that your prayers ascend for me; and then descend like gentle rains, into my soul. Home! home ! however humble, it is still home. This day, however, is a glorious day for my soul ; but how insupportable for the body! VVe had a prayer meeting in the evening, which is still as fresh in my grateful memory as if it had but just taken place.

Monday morning, before the sun arose, we were on our way to La Pointe, where we arrived about ten o’clock. Mr. VVarren, the trader at this place,supplied us with some necessaries. We breakfasted with him, and never did fish and potatoes taste half so sweet as now.

We called on the Rev. Mr. Hall, and others of the Presbyterian Mission. How kindly they received and entertained us; they compelled us to live in their fami- lies, while we remained in that place. VVe had now to prepare to depart for Ottawa Lake, where we had been appointed by Brother Clark to spend the winter, in teachingthe Indians. 0 what a field of labor in all these regions! Indians, from every direction, congre- gate here every summer; those, too, who have never heard of a Saviour!

VVhen will all my poor people “sit together in hea- venly places in Christ Jesus?” \Vhen will they cease to offer up to the Bad Spirit all they possess? Shall these also perish as did the Indians on the eastern coast? The red men of the forest were then uncon- scious that the white man would at some future day spread his white sails on these waters, and claim their