This feeling had grown in the playing and singing of a school-song, the words of which were written by Mrs.Hunter, an English lady, and the wife of the famous Dr.Hunter, which showed the heroism and fortitude of the Indian character: "The sun sets at night and the stars shun the day, But glory remains when the light fades away; Begin, ye tormentors, your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknoomook will never complain." The tune or melody was admirably adapted to the violin.

Benjamin loved to hear it sung, and Gretchen was pleased to sing and to play it.
Mr.Mann asked Gretchen to play for Mrs.Spaulding, and she chose this simple but expressive melody.

He then asked the school to sing, and he selected the words of "Yes, my native land, I love thee," to the music of Rousseau's Dream.

Mrs.Spaulding could hardly keep from joining in the tune and hymn, then well known to all the missionary pioneers.

At the words-- "In the desert let me labor, On the mountain let me tell," her beautiful voice rose above the school, and Gretchen's fingers trembled as she played the air.
As the lady rode away, Gretchen felt tears coming into her eyes.