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Why, all the Indians at Credit River, and at Grape Is- land, have abandoned drinking, and are now Metho- (lists. I cannot give you any whiskey.”

“ Tah ya/2.’ (an exclamation of surprise,)it cannot be, I must have whiskey to carry home ; my people expect it,” said my father. He wished to buy a barrel, but only obtained, after much pleading, about five gallons. My father promised to drink no more when the mission- aries should have come to Rice Lake. We reached home the same day about one o’clock, and the Indians were awaiting our arrival, that they might have some fire-water. They assembled themselves together and began to drink and to smoke. Many of them were sit- ting on the grass when the whiskey began to steal away their brains. One of our number suddenly ran in the crowd, and said, “ the black coats (missionaries) are coming, and are on the other side of the point.” Each looked at the other with perfect astonishment. My father said to our informer, “inv1te them to come over to us ;” and to the one who was dealing out whiskey, “cover the keg with your blanket, and don’t let the black coats see it.” The whiskey was concealed, and then came the messengers of glad tiding of great joy. They were converted Indians, saved by grace, and had been sent to preach to us, and to invite us to attend a camp meet- ing near Cobourg. After shaking hands all around, one

of them delivered a speech to the half drunken Indians. He referred to the day when they were without the good

news of salvation. He spoke with great earnestness, and the tears fell from his eyes. He said, “Jesus Christ,

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