First, our party went and bought three half cords of wood, which they sent at once to their respective destinations, and they agreed that when the other matters were attended to they would go and work it up. Then they went to the stores and purchased such articles of provisions and comfort as they could agree were best adapted to meet the wants of their charges, and, having done this, they separated into three parties of two each, so as to have each family provided for with as little delay as possible. Besides carrying provisions enough to last a week, they left with each about a dollar in change. When the poor people saw the promised blessing--when they thus met the fruition of their newly raised hopes, their joy was almost painful. The noble youths were blessed over and over again. The wood was sawed and split, and put under cover, and then the society returned to the village, as happy as happy could be. On the next day, they went to the church and heard how many heathen had been converted to the peculiar _isms_ of the preachers; and on the day following that, they commenced another week of their newly found _Christianity_. "Sam," said the owner of the machine-shop, "what were you and the rest of your party doing last Saturday afternoon?" "Converting the _heathen_," answered Sam. His employer was a church member, and in for foreign missions, and moreover had often tried to induce Sam into the mysteries. It was some time before Sam would tell the secret, but his boss became so earnest that he at length told the whole story. For awhile the employer gazed upon his journeyman with wonder, but gradually, as a sense of the fact came over him, he hung his head. "Sam," he said at length, earnestly, and with a tear in his eye, "let me join your society." "But how'll you raise the money?" inquired Sam. "Money?" echoed the boss. "Look at my bank-book." "Ah, but that won't answer. You must save the money by depriving yourself of some superfluity, or luxury you now enjoy." "Is that the rule?" "It is most rigidly. Our cigars and ale furnish us." "And won't you smoke again?" "Never, while within the reach of my influence there's a human being in want!" "Then I'll throw away my tobacco and beer; may I join at that?" "I'll propose you." And the master machinist was proposed and admitted. Another week passed away, and the new Christians went again on their mission, and there were more tears of joy, more prayers, and more blessings. Mr. Boothby, the machinist, had gained a new ray of light on the subject of Christian missions. At length it became known that the poor families of Madisonville had found friends. People were wonder-struck when they discovered how happy and joyous these once miserable wretches had become; and more still when, one Sunday they saw Uncle Israel and his wife, and Mrs. Manley with her two elder children, enter the church.