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drunken passions, you turned around and imbrued your hands in the blood of your own relatives and brethren. And were I to narrate some of the scenes which occurred among the white faces (with black hearts) on these occasions, it would sicken the heart; nay, it would make mad the guilty, and appal the inno- cent. The very devil himself might shudder.

It was now two years sinceI left Canada ; I received letters from there, from the Rev. Messrs. Stinson, Green, and Jones, requesting me to return home and labor with them. At first, I did not deem it advisable to go, because I felt under many obligations to those who had sent me to school for two years; and had rendered me other kind services. But it was not until after repeated solicitations had been made, and money to defray my traveling expenses had been remitted, that I consented. I obtained permission from my Superin- tendent, Rev. J. R. Goodrich, to depart. I left La Pointe, Oct. 10th, in the schooner Algonquin for Sault St. Marie. From there we took a row boat for Mack- inaw, and at M. took a steamboat for Buffalo ; we now proceeded onwards and arrived at Toronto on the 28th of October. My wife’s parents and relatives, and very many dear friends were delighted to see us again, after an absence of two years. \Ve found them all well, and felt grateful to God for another expression of his abun- dant goodness and mercy. Ispent much of my time in narrating the scenes we had witnessed, and a full account of my mission.

In about a month, I was sent to Credit River, (Mrs. C. remained behind in her father’s family.) HereI