Summary

Various The American Missionary — Volume 44…

I wish I could take you to a Christian Indian's home. You might see nothing but a plain log house, and you might wonder why the tears came in my eyes as he said to me, "That is my daughter's room; the boys sleep up stairs; this is for me and my wife." They are tears of joy, for I knew them when they herded as swine, in a wigwam. It is the religion of Christ which has brought respect for womanhood.
I want to take you far away in the forest to Red Lake. The head chief, Mah-dwah-go-no-wind, was a remarkable man as a wild man, true, honest and brave.
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Various The American Missionary — Volume 44…

The chief raised his hands and said, "Manido Manido, is this an Indian?" The man bowed his head. "How came this?" The Indian held up a black bottle and said, "This was the white man's gift." Some of us bowed our heads in shame.
Said the chief, "If this were all, I would not have told you. Long years ago a pale-faced man came to our country. He spoke kindly, and seemed to want to help us, but our hearts were hard. We hated the white man and would not listen. Every summer when the sun was so high, he came. We always looked to see his tall form coming through the forest.
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Various The American Missionary — Volume 44…

After the service the chief said: "I thank you for telling me I have a Saviour. I thank you for blessing the place where my wife sleeps. I have your face on my heart. Good bye."
I could keep you longer than I ought telling you of the lights and shadows of missionary life. The North American Indian is the noblest type of a wild man on the earth. He recognizes a Great Spirit, he loves his home, he is passionately devoted to his people, and believes in a future life. The Ojibway language is a marvel.
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