56 THE LIFE or

ber of converted Indians who belonged to Credit River, and Grape Island. Some of them were singing, some praying, and others lying about the ground as if dead. There were a great many preachers present.

On the third day many of our company were convert- ed ; among this number was my dear father!

As I entered the ground in the afternoon, I heard many voices, and among them my father’s voice. I thought my father was dying; I ran to him, and found him lying partly on one of the seats. My father, said I, what is the matter with you? Are you sick? “Come here, my son,I am not sick, but I am happy in my heart ;” he placed his hand upon his breast while he .spoke. “I told you you must keep away from the ground, that your life might be spared ; but I find that these are good, and not bad, people; kneel down and I will pray for you.” I knelt, while he prayed. 0, this was my father’s first prayer! Methinks, that at this time the angels rejoiced in heaven. I became agitated ; my bow and arrows had fallen from my hand. The Indians lay about me like dead men. All this was the effect of the power of gospel grace, that had spread amongst them. The shouts, praises, and prayers, of fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters, were heard

from every quarter. Those who had just appeared as dead, arose, and shouted the praises of God! They clapped their hands, and exclaimed, “Jesus m°n ge shah wa we mig,” Jesus has blessed me. The feeling was so general and powerful, that the influence was felt throughout the camp, both by the Indians and the whites. This was one of the happiest seasons I ever