KAH-GE-GA-GAH-BOWH. 59

This was the first hymn she had ever heard or learned;
and it is on this account that I introduce and sing this
sweet hymn whenever I lecture “ On the origin,history,
traditions, migration, and customs, of the Ojebwa na-
tion.” VVe all knelt again by her bed side, and while
clapping her hands, and endeavoring to shout for joy,
she swooned away in death. The last words, which
she feebly uttered, were, “Jesus, Jesus.” Her spirit
then fled, her lips were cold, and those warm hands
that had so often and so faithfullv administered comfort
and relief, were now stiff. I looked around the wig-

wam ; my father, sister, and brother sat nearme, wring-
ing their hands; they were filled with bitter grief, and
appeared inconsolable. I then began to understand
and appreciate fully her kindness and love. Who, who
can, or will, take the place of a mother’? VVh'o will
pray for us when we are sick or in distress ?_ Her body
was consigned to the grave without any parade. No
church bell was tolled ; but the whistling wind sounded
through the woods. Ihave often knelt down, at the
head of her grave, and wished that the time would soon
arrive when it might please God to relieve me from my
troubles and cares, and conduct me to the abode of my
beloved parent. My sister Sarah, too, who has since
died, is doubtless with my mother. 0 how glorious
the thought, that both are now in heaven ! There
is one spot where none will sigh for home. The
flowers that blossom there, will never fade; the crystal
waters that wind along those verdant Vales, will never
cease to send up their heavenly music; the clusters
hanging from the trees overshadowing its banks, will be