A small jug sitting between them, and which is frequently carried to the mouth of each, may disclose why, on this particular morning, they seemed on such confidential terms.

The sad truth was that the greatest drawback to Harvey Richter's ministrations was his own servant Teddy.

The Indians could not understand why he who lived constantly with the missionary, should be so careless and reckless, and should remain "without the fold," when the good man exhorted them in such earnest language to become Christians.

It was incomprehensible to their minds, and served to fill more than one with a suspicion that all was not what it should be.

Harvey had spent many an hour with Teddy, in earnest, prayerful expostulation, but, thus far, to no purpose.
For six months after the advent of the missionary and his wife, nothing had been seen or heard of the strange hunter, when, one cold winter's morning, as the former was returning from the village through the path, a rifle was discharged, and the bullet whizzed within an inch or two of his eyes.