But not so their auditor.

There was to me something inexpressibly beautiful in this morning song of praise from the untaught sons of the forest.

What a lesson did it preach to the civilized, Christianized world, too many of whom lie down and rise up without an aspiration of thanksgiving to their Almighty Preserver--without even a remembrance of His care, who gives His angels charge concerning them! Never has the impression of that simple act of worship faded from my mind.

I have loved to think that, with some, these strains might be the outpouring of a devotion as pure as that of the Christian when he utters the inspiring words of the sainted Ken-- "Awake, my soul! and with the sun," etc.
* * * * * Among the visitors who called to offer me a welcome to the West, were Mr.and Miss Cadle, who were earnestly engaged in the first steps of their afterwards flourishing enterprise for the education of Indian and half-breed children.

The school-houses and chapel were not yet erected, but we visited their proposed site, and listened with great interest to bright anticipations of the future good that was to be accomplished--the success that was to crown their efforts for taming the heathen and teaching them the knowledge of their Saviour and the blessings of civilized life.