For several years she only wept with others when they sorrowed; fair children followed her footsteps, and it was happiness to guide their voices, as they, like the morning stars, sang together; or to listen to their evening prayer as they folded their hands in childlike devotion ere they slept.
And when the father returned from beside the bed of death, where his skill could no longer alleviate the parting agonies of the sufferer: how would he hasten to look upon the happy faces of his children, in order to forget the scene he had just witnessed.

But, man of God as he was, there was not always peace in his soul; yet none could see that he had cause for care.

He was followed by the blessings of those who were ready to perish.

He essayed to make the sinner repent, and to turn the thoughts of the dying to Him who suffered death on the cross.
But for months the voice of the Spirit spake to his heart; he could not forget the words--"Go to the wretched Dahcotahs, their bodies are suffering, and their souls, immortal like thine, are perishing.

Soothe their temporal cares, and more, tell them the triumphs of the Redeemer's love." But it was hard to give up friends, and all the comforts with which he was surrounded: to subject his wife to the hardships of a life in the wilderness, to deprive his children of the advantages of education and good influences, and instead--to show them life as it is with those who know not God.