1843-1846.--Great Sorrow.--Thomas Drowned.--Mary's Letter.--The Indians' Thoughts.--Old Gray-Leaf.--Oxen Killed.--Hard Field.--Sleepy Eyes' Horse.--Indian in Prison.--The Lord Keeps Us.--Simon's Shame.--Mary's Letter.--Robert Hopkins and Agnes.--Le Bland.--White Man Ghost.--Bennett.--Sleepy Eyes' Camp.--Drunken Indians.--Making Sugar.--Military Company.--Dakota Prisoners.--Stealing Melons.--Preaching and School.--A Canoe Voyage.--Red Wing. Suddenly, at the very commencement of our new station, we were called to meet a great sorrow. Mary had come back from Lac-qui-parle with the two little girls, and our family were all together once more. Mr. Huggins and his sister, Miss Fanny Huggins, and Mr. Isaac Pettijohn had come down along. Mr. Pettijohn helped us much to forward the log cabin. Saturday came, the 15th of July--and the roof was nearly finished. We should move into its shelter very soon. No one was rejoicing in the prospect more than the young brother, Thomas Lawrence Longley. He sang as he worked that morning. Mr. Huggins had the toothache, and, about 10 o'clock, said he would go and bathe, as that sometimes helped his teeth. Brother T. proposed that we should go also, to which I at first objected, and said we would go after dinner. He thought we should have something else to do then; and, remembering that once or twice I had prevented his bathing, by not going when he wished, I consented. We had been in the water but a moment, when, turning around, I saw T. throw up his hands and clap them over his head. My first thought was that he was drowning. The current was strong and setting out from the shore. I swam to him--he caught me by the hand, but did not appear to help himself in the least--probably had the cramp. I tried to get toward shore with him, but could not. He pulled me under once or twice, and I began to think I should be drowned with him. But when we came up again, he released his grasp, and, as I was coming into shallow water, with some difficulty, I reached the shore. But the dear boy Thomas appeared not again. The cruel waters rolled over him. In the meantime, Mr. Huggins had jumped into a canoe, and was coming to our relief. But it was too late--_too late_!