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ger, and off the gun went. I could not see for some time for the smoke. My father ran towards me, took

the two beavers and laid them side by side ; then pointing to the sun, said, “Do you see the sun? The Great Spirit informed me that we should kill these twr about this time this morning. We will yet see our re- .atives at Rice Lake; now let us go home and see if they are still alive.” We hastened home, and arrived just in time to save them from death. Since which,we visited the same spot, the year after the missionaries came among us. My father, with feelings of gratitude,

knelt down on the spot where we had nearly perished Glory to God! But what have I done for him since.‘

Comparatively nothing. We were just at death’s door, when Christianity rescued us. I have heard of many, who have perished in this way, far in the woods. In my travels to the west, I have met many whose families had perished, and who had themselves merely escaped starvation. May God forgive me, for my ingratitude and indolence in his blessed cause!

I will here introduce a favorite war song of the Ojeb- wa nation. It was accompanied by dancing, and an occasional war-whoop. At the end of each stanza, a warrior rehearsed some former victories, which inspired them with ardor for war. Unchristianized Indians are often like greedy lions after their prey ; yes, at times, they are indeed cruel and blood thirsty. Ihave met with warriors, who, when they had killed their enemies, cut open their breasts, took out their hearts, and drank

their blood ; and all this was out of mere revenge. But 4

to the War Song, which was first translated for Col 4