112 THE LIFE or

On the 6th of November we arrived at the mission,
having traveled, in all, about two thousand and eighty
miles. The Indians had fled from this mission, on ac-
count of their enemies, the Sioux, whom they dreaded.
Here, then, we had no employment; no one to instruct!
VVe now endured much suffering. I was taken sick
with the dysentery, and remained so four months, al-

though, occasionally, I could move about. Brother
Huddleston, also, became sick; he was taken on the
25th of December, and died on the 30th, of dysentery.
This was truly a time of trial. VVe buried him near the
banks of the Mississippi, on New Year’s day. He had

comehere to do good ; but 0 how inscrutable are the ways
of God! The chief of the Ojebwas had now arrived;

and addressed us in the following language :—

“ Brothers, I am sorry to see you all in such afflicting
circumstances. I see that you loved him; and from
what little I saw and knew of him, I believe he was a
good man. He came here to do us good—to teach our
children. You ask me where you shall bury your Bro-
ther. I will tell you. Bury him on that little hill
[pointing to it,] so that we may see his grave as we
pass up and down the river. I will tell my people to
keep the grave in good order, and to respect it. No
grass shall be allowed to grow too near it; we will see
that it is weeded. Next summer, Iwill build a heap
of stones about it; that all may see and know where
the good man lies—he, who came to bless us. Tell his
father that the Sioux, our enemies, will not molest his
remains.”

This chief was not a pious man. Three of his war-