LEAVES FROM MY JOURNAL.

We were soon surrounded by Osage Indians, and kindly
received by Mr. Jereu and his wife, who was an Indian. She
gave us an excellent supper and a good bed, which we were
thankful for after the fatigue of the day.

As I laid my head on my pillow I felt to thank God, from
the bottom of my heart, for the exchange of the barbarous
treatment of a civilized Presbyterian priest, for the humane,
kind and generous treatment of the savage Osage Indians.

May God reward them both according to their deserts.

CHAPTER IV.

A JOURNEY OF SIXTY MILES WITHOUT FOOD—CONFRONTED
BY A BEAR—PASS BY UNHARMED—SURROUNDED BY
WOLVES—LOST IN THE DARKNESS—REACH A CABIN—
ITS INMATES—NO SUPPER—SLEEP ON THE FLOOR—THE
HARDEST DAY'S WORK OF MY LIFE—TWELVE MILES
MORE WITHOUT BREAKFAST—BREAKFAST AND ABUSE
TOGETHER.

WE arose in the morning, after a good night's rest. I was
somewhat lame, from wading in the swamp the night
before. We had a good breakfast. Mr. Jereu sent an Indian
to see us across the river, and informed us that it was sixty
miles to the nearest settlement of either white or red men.

We were too bashful to ask for anything to take with us to
eat; so we crossed the river and started on our day's journey
of sixty miles without a morsel of food of any kind. What
for? To preach the gospel of Jesus Christ, to save this gen-
eration.

Think of this, children; think of what the Presidency
the Apostles, and the Elders of this Church have passed
through to give you the homes and comforts you now enjoy.

Think of this, ye statesmen and judges of this American
nation; ye who are now seeking to destroy God's people in
the wilderness, who have gone hungry and naked and have
labored for fifty years to save this nation and generation.

LEAVES FROM MY JOURNAL.

We were soon surrounded by Osage Indians, and kindly received by Mr. Jereu and his wife, who was an Indian. She gave us an excellent supper and a good bed, which we were thankful for after the fatigue of the day.

As I laid my head on my pillow I felt to thank God, from the bottom of my heart, for the exchange of the barbarous treatment of a civilized Presbyterian priest, for the humane, kind and generous treatment of the savage Osage Indians.

May God reward them both according to their deserts.

CHAPTER IV.

A JOURNEY OF SIXTY MILES WITHOUT FOOD—CONFRONTED BY A BEAR—PASS BY UNHARMED—SURROUNDED BY WOLVES—LOST IN THE DARKNESS—REACH A CABIN— ITS INMATES—NO SUPPER—SLEEP ON THE FLOOR—THE HARDEST DAY'S WORK OF MY LIFE—TWELVE MILES MORE WITHOUT BREAKFAST—BREAKFAST AND ABUSE TOGETHER.

WE arose in the morning, after a good night's rest. I was somewhat lame, from wading in the swamp the night before. We had a good breakfast. Mr. Jereu sent an Indian to see us across the river, and informed us that it was sixty miles to the nearest settlement of either white or red men.

We were too bashful to ask for anything to take with us to eat; so we crossed the river and started on our day's journey of sixty miles without a morsel of food of any kind. What for? To preach the gospel of Jesus Christ, to save this generation.

Think of this, children; think of what the Presidency the Apostles, and the Elders of this Church have passed through to give you the homes and comforts you now enjoy.

Think of this, ye statesmen and judges of this American nation; ye who are now seeking to destroy God's people in the wilderness, who have gone hungry and naked and have labored for fifty years to save this nation and generation.