name because he was born during the meteoric shower of the early thirties "when the stars were falling, so his mother called him Red Hail." The rest of us rose seasonably, and after a dip in the Cannon Ball and some breakfast, set about carpentering at Tipi Wakan, St. Gabriel's. It is a building of which any village might be proud, twenty-two by forty-four feet and seventeen feet to the peak. Ceiling was a slow task, for the inner roof is a Norman arch, startlingly but effectively ending in a Gothic hood over the sanctuary. Of two by six feet timbers throughout, with three sets of six-inch trusses, and built into a cement foundation, three feet wide at the top, it should withstand even the fierce storms of Cannon Ball valley.

The most surprising thing of all is that Dr. Beede has done it all in less than three months, with only scanty Indian assistance. This was largely imperative, as he had but $1,000 for the task and white labor is very expensive so far back in the country, if not unobtainable on the reservation. Striking and almost pathetic is the comparison with the little log Tipi Wakan, which will now serve as a mission house and guild room. Who will give a font? An altar has been promised. Is there any reader of these words gifted, and willing to make and give some Scriptural canvases to place between the windows and preach in terms that all can understand to these red brothers?

Forty acres of land have been bought

here as a glebe. Situated about thirty feet above the river, irrigation will be a simple task if it should be needed.

In the evening the two priests drove to Tipi Wakan, St. John's, Cannon Ball, eighteen miles southeast, and lodged with subdeacon Martin Seewalker. Káktoa had the bed, and the others of us and the kittens had a good rest on the floor.

Here we have forty acres allotted to us, but the church stands some thirty rods from it. We are about to buy five acres and save moving the church. The building needs some repairing.

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roots for winter use. The people are working hard for funds to put the property in good shape, and hope that the bishop will be able to meet them dollar for dollar. But dollars come slowly on the reservation.

Another great object of our journey was the repair of the organ. It was a sight when we opened it! Such a collection of mouse treasures, and such havoc. But after many hours of diligent application it came to good order again, and we turned toward Red Hail Camp. Another day of carpentering, and duty called us away, and left Dr. Beede a

cent storm moved the rear off its foundation and sprung the walls.

The early morning was devoted to a conference, or one might say, diagnosis. The conclusion was that the wisest plan is the erection of a mission residence joining the church on the east side as a permanent and sufficient brace against the winds. This is to be two stories, sixteen by twenty-four feet, and will cover the two mid-windows. A substantial foundation must be put in place of the poor one now there, and Dr. Beede has promised to stone up a cellar if the Indians will dig one. They must learn to build cellars and raise potatoes and

monopolist of the trade, but with the most difficult tasks done and a finish reasonably in sight. In two of our three missions on the reservation we now have good churches, and must put one at Porcupine as soon as may reasonably be.

The reservation comprises that part of Morton County lying south of the Cannon Ball River. There is some fine land there in valleys of various size among the buttes. When the people have learned agriculture, and the water level road down the Cannon Ball and Missouri, now surveying, opens connection with Omaha, discretion and wise guidance should place these Indians in

independent and comfortable circum

stances.

There are some forty townships in the lot, and about 2,800 Indians residing. The numbers are about equally divided between our ancient faith, Romanism, and Congregationalism.

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It is reassuring to note from a conversation heard in the sub-agent's office, that a rigorous ground is taken against divorce and its attendant irregularities, and the offenders find the transgressor's path a hard road.

HAVE been forced to take a forward step in the development of our work among the Japanese

in the city of Sacramento. For

five years we have been occupying

a rented mission house. We can afford only a small rent, therefore the house has been small, cheap, undignified and unsanitary. Landlords impose upon Japanese and in this instance refuse to make repairs. We have a large Christian family of twenty-three young men, communicants, living in this house. Heretofore, the Rev. Kokuro Hori was priest in charge. Mr. Hori was ordained deacon and priest by me, is truly a saint as well as a man of wide learning and influence. He passed all his canonical examinations, with dispensations only from dead languages. I have now transferred him to Tokyo for family reasons. His place is taken by Mr. Peter K. Kajutsika, whom I have accepted as candidate for orders.

It became imperative to find a larger house, with sanitary conveniences, which meant greatly increased rent. After full consultation with the Japanese Christians I resolved that the wise course was to purchase a mission house.

I interviewed the Buddhist priest and learned that the Buddhist Missionary Society of Japan Japan had paid the whole cost of the large building and school he superintends in this eity. Think of the Buddhists giving $6,500 outright and paying the priest's salary to propagate Buddhism in a Christian city! I interviewed the

Methodist minister, Japanese, and found him in a good house for which the Japanese Methodist board has contributed $4,000. I laid the matter before our communicants and celebrated the Holy Communion with our Japanese young men praying for guidance. Then in conference the Japanese pledged themselves to raise $1,000 toward the new house and handed me the enclosed paper to that effect:

Buying a house for our mission has been one of the great requests for a long time. We feel the need of it more and more.

Now we all agreed to bear a part of the amount in our side.

Following names are the chief
members who represent others.

We will raise one thousand
dollars, all by October, 1909.
(Signed) PETER K. KAJUTSIKA,

Superintendent.

Y. G. Аокі,

Treasurer.

PETER K. FUJIAKA.

G. MASHIKO.

M. B. AKAHORI.

JAMES Z. MIJAKE.

This money must be paid out of their earnings as house servants and farm laborers. This act of faith on their part inspired me with courage, and after diligent search I selected for purchase a large modern dwelling house of sixteen rooms, in the Japanese quarter, well lighted, aired, newly built. I bought this house for $6,000, half of which remains on mortgage. I had to give my

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NE of our young women missionaries in Japan tells of this experience in one of her social calls. She had been in the country less than eight months and, consequently, had but a very limited use of the language. Accompanied by a Japanese Bible-woman, she made a call on a lady who is a nurse in the office of a prominent Japanese doctor. This is the way she tells the story:

"We were having a nice, cosy chat around the hibachi (charcoal fire in centre of room), when our hostess said the doctor wanted to meet me. He is a prominent citizen, the rector's family physician (and also our cook's). I was rather puzzled, but supposed he was coming in to where I was, and said, all right. But when he came he went into his private office, so in I went, but sent Hoshi San (the Bible-woman) a beseeching look, so she soon followed me in, with her most proper and modest manner on, and left me to do all the talking. I was scared to the tips of my toes, but put on a bold front and talked as if I really knew how.

"But worse was to come. Fortunately, it is the custom with the Japanese to say the same thing over an unlimited number of times, so I said it was raining, and that his garden was beautiful, and was that a pond, and were there fish in it. Then I began with the rain again, followed by the garden, the pond and the fish. Oh! it was a beautiful scheme. Then he took me down a passage to get another view of the garden. I went, but Hoshi San faded away and I was by no means sure that I was being proper, but, having got in, I did not know how to get out of it without being rude. Then we went into another room and sat down again. I caught a glimpse of Hoshi San in the distance, and beckoned frantically for her behind my back. Then I said it was raining very hard, and that the garden surely was pretty, and that it was

raining, and the garden truly was pretty.

"Then he got up again, and I thought: What is he going to do now? The house really is a beauty and very large. Well

he went upstairs! For one moment I surely did want to run, but he seemed to take it as quite for granted that I should follow, and then I remembered that if there is an upstairs in Japan it is the ceremonial part of the house, and not the private and intimate part as it is with us. Hoshi San followed like a little lamb. I do not see how either of them could keep from laughing, for I must have looked like a whipped child, and my cheeks were on fire. We looked at the garden from the balcony, and I said it was beautiful, and the pond was interesting, and were there any fish in it, and it was raining hard, and the garden was surely pretty. Then we sat down and had tea, and by that time I was so nervous and unsettled in my mind that it is a wonder I could say a thing, but the very desperation of it seemed to bring the Japanese out, for Hoshi San was on her best behavior and would not say a word-a younger person is not supposed to speak when her superiors in age or position are present. With the tea American knick-knacks were served, so that gave something else to talk about. The doctor was very nice and polite, and is very cultured, but his wife did not appear, and I surely was glad when we could get away. To comfort me Hoshi San said I had not made a single mistake, my accent was good, and my language polite!!!"

The young woman was subsequently assured by her rector that she had done just right. That the doctor knew her ways were different from the Eastern customs, and had taken her actions as a natural matter of course. None of her friends could see why she was so bothered about it. In a later letter, responding to a direct inquiry, she says there were fish in the pond.