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mile long, so that I might feel and hear the whiskey running all the way down !”

A certain Indian once teased a Mrs. F. for whiskey, which he said was to cure his “ big toe,” that had been badly bruised the preceding night. Mrs. F. said, “I am afraid you will drink it.” He declared he would not drink it; and after much pleading, she handed him some; he took it, and looking first at his toe, and then at the liquor, alternately, all of a sudden he slipped the Whiskey down his gullet, at the same time exclaiming, as he pointed to his toe, “ There, whiskey, go down to

. my poor big toe.”

One of our people, who had much resolution, and was determined to seek religion, when he heard that the Methodist Indians were not to drink any more fire- water, remarked as follows :—

“ Well, that is the case, I’ll go to-night, and bid my oldfriend wltislcey afinal_f'arewell.” He went, and drank and caroused with his rum-companions all night. On the following day, about noon, he came staggering towards his Wigwam, singing out to all whom he met, “ .Me goes to Jlletlzodist ; me no drivzlc little more ; me am .Met/zodist,” He was true to his word, for he drank no more, and the Lord blessed him in the forgiveness of all his sins. For eighteen years he was a consistent Christian, and died last June, with the brightest hopes of immortal bliss. Oh! the heights and depths of the goodness and mercy of God!

In View of these things, I have often exclaimed from the bottom of my heart, in the language of “ The