is left humpbacked, she can easily walk about without any support.

Having returned to live in the village, her position is one of peculiar trial. She is the only child, with her mother and stepfather and their relatives wholly opposed to Christian teaching. Yet, with brave

Fred, says: "Children like to hear story in the Sunday evenings." After the story has been told and the picture carefully explained, the boys and girls are required to write about the picture in their own way. Here is

promised what Mr. Chapman required, and was confirmed by the bishop, kneeling beside me at the Holy Communion, giving us joy and encouragement to see the seed sown bearing fruit in this way

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CAN see a pretty picture about Elijah he is lying by a big tree there are some big rocks by him and he has some bread on the grass he is eating some. It is a pretty place too. There are big hills.

The sky is blue and bright. I can see the other trees afar off they look little they are so far off it must be very hot.

Elijah went away because the king of Israel and the queen wanted to kill him because he told the people to kill the priests of Baal and they took them down by a little brook and there they killed them. And Ahab told the queen and she got very angry and wanted to kill him so he went away by himself and there laid down under a big tree and there he went to sleep he felt like the people did not want to learn about God and as he was sleeping an angel touched him saying get up and eat and he got up and there he saw a little fire of coals and some cakes on the coals and some water by his head and he ate and drank but he was so tired that he went to sleep again but the angel came to him again and he ate and drank and he went forty days without eating any thing and he came to a big hill

named Mt. Horeb and there he went into a cave he staid there and then the wind came but there were no voice in the wind. Then the earthquake came but there no voice in the earthquake. Then the fire came but there was no voice in the fire.

Then a still voice came and Elijah came out to listen to it was God's voice it said what are you doing here? and

Elijah said the people do not want to learn about God Go back and tell my people my word.

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And here is

Anna Jackson's Version

Noah and the Ark

OD told Noah to make a big ark and he made the ark. And the people told Noah "Why do you make that ark for." God told me to make this ark. He said and they laughed at him and said "There is no water." But God said It will rain. And Noah finished the ark and he put his sons and wife and animals and he shut the door. It was rain and rain and the water was getting higher and higher and the people went to the mountain and they were drowned. And Noah opened the door and one of the Doves flew away and he came home and he has a leaf in his bill and the water was going down and they were glad. They saw the rain bow and Noah build altar and he put a lamb on the altar.

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Of the children now gathered in the house, some are half, some wholly orphans; some are sent to us to keep them from the evil in their homes, and all are

growing up with training in household duties and in Church and school-room teaching that will surely influence their whole future lives for good.

Since I have returned I have had happy letters from some of the children, telling me of the school and mission life that interests them, letters quite equal in every way to those written by my little friends who are born and live in the more favored places of civilization in the United States.

As I look back on the school-room of that first winter of 1894-1895, and con

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trast it with the present one, there are many, many things to thank God for: For those who have passed through it; more especially for the sure hope we have of some who went from it to our Father's House of safety and joy. Although there have been many bitter disappointments, yet we can take courage for the future for those now so happily and eagerly learning there, and for those growing up before long to share it with them.

School-rooms are the hopeful, happy places of the missions.

engaged in it, if they are not misfits, are interested in the people among whom they work and are therefore apt to think of, and tell about, the good things they see in them, even as a mother who loves her children is apt to tell of the pretty, cunning things they do. For the life of me, I can't help dwelling most on the sweet and good things I see and hear among the Indians, rather than on the evil things.

For instance, I am sure I could have taken a picture of some truant, rowdy

sisted upon. Any Saturday afternoon you might find some of the boys of St. Elizabeth's blacking their boots for Sunday church. Pretty dirty work some of us would think it, but the boys make fun of it. Fun in work, like yeast in bread, makes it light. So on Sunday morning the boys go marching off to church in woollen caps and mits and neat suits sent by kind friends in the East. Again, we can find some of the girls at work in a sewing class. This work is nicer than that of blacking shoes. The girl on the left looks as if she were asking: "What do you think of us? Would it be well to kill us all off, as some people say?"

Indian boys; but I like to recall the many times that I have seen the girls and boys of St. Elizabeth's School playing at housekeeping with miniature tipis such as their parents used in the old Indian life. Picture No. 1 shows some of them during play hour. They have nothing to conceal and are having a real good time. It is a prettier picture far, is it not, than if it were a picture of boys and girls playing on the sly?

But life at one of our Church schools for the Indian boys and girls is not all play. The law of the schools is that everybody must be busy and useful, for out in the Indian country, as everywhere else, "Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do." Among other ways of being usefully busy, we can find the pupils picking up chips and rubbish about the school yard, in order that the grounds may be kept neat, for even though we may not have many visitors in far-off South Dakota, we want to have everything about the school looking as if we were expecting some of our friends from the East and South to come and see us.

Neatness in personal appearance, too, is in

I have met with the statement that the visit of the bishop to the Christian Indians is the occasion of considerable giving on the bishop's part, and some persons draw the inference that it is the persuasiveness of such gifts that makes Indians Christians. Perhaps this charge is only one of those flings at missions which some people indulge in, in order

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to escape the obligation of contributing to them. I do not know. This, however, I do know: that in South Dakota the giving on the occasion of the bishop's visit is all the other way. It is the Indian and not the bishop who is the chief giver. In the first place, the Women's Guild often has prepared a feast for the visitor, and the table is adorned with whatever native skill can produce,

or money buy at the trader's. As the party invited to sit down with the bishop ranges from ten to fifty, the expense is considerable. The Indian Woman's Auxiliary generally has this work in charge.

There are about eighty branches of the Woman's Auxiliary among the South Dakota Indians. Every month many meetings of these women are held, when they make plans for earning money to help on the Church's work. When the meeting is over the good souls wrap their shawls about them and start out to face the winter blast. They make garments, moccasins and various kinds of bead work. One or more of the members of each branch is appointed as a selling agent. The money so earned is devoted to helping to meet the expenses

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of their own local chapels, to missions in South Dakota, and to missions all over the world. Perhaps not many readers of THE SPIRIT OF MISSIONS understand that these Indian people of South Dakota are giving money to help maintain Church services among the white people of different parts of the country. The gifts of the South Dakota branch of the Auxiliary amount to about $3,000 a year. Each local society has its own Indian president, treasurer and secretary.

As an illustration of the generosity, as well as of the piety, of our Church Indians, I may mention that, on a recent visit to the Standing Rock Mission, one woman approached me with a bundle in her arms, and, in answer to my inquiry, opened the bundle sufficiently to reveal at tiny little face, and then, as I withdrew

my hand from tenderly blessing it, put in my hand two silver dollars, and, in answer to my question, "What is it for?" replied, "I am so thankful for my baby." Later, another woman came with a similar bundle, and, after a similar scene, handed me a $10 bill, and, on my inquiring what it was for, replied, "My baby had whooping-cough and has gotten well. I am very thankful." I insisted that the gift was too large, but she had to