That night they had a praise-meeting at the mill; for when Mr. M’Leod was told about Rob and Jessie praying together for his deliverance from the grasp of Moses Shearer his heart was deeply stirred, and he joined in thanking God who had thus signally answered the children’s petitions. Not only so, but both he and his wife were moved to withhold no longer from God’s service, and they became active, happy members of the church. As for Rob and Jessie, their faith was wonderfully strengthened, and often afterwards the recollection of this incident helped them to be trustful in the midst of many difficulties. *FORTY MILES OF MAELSTROM.* The Canadian Pacific train, speeding swiftly on toward Winnipeg, had just dashed over an iron bridge which threw its audacious spider-web across a foaming torrent. Pointing down at the tumbling water beneath, one of the men in the smoking compartment of a palace car exclaimed,— "I’d like to try that rapid in my _Rice Lake_." "Are you so fond of a wetting as all that?" asked Charlie Hall with a smile. "Oh, I’d risk the wetting. I’ve been through worse rapids than that without so much as being sprinkled." He proceeded to support his assertion by relating some of his adventures. When Jack Fleming came to the end of his tether, the others had their say, for they had not been without experiences of a similar nature. Meanwhile, the fourth member of the group had been listening with interested attention, as if their stories were so novel that he did not wish to lose a word of them. He was merely a chance acquaintance, who had fallen into conversation with his fellow-travellers through the freemasonry of the pipe. They knew his name; Ronald Cameron, but they knew nothing more about him. It was more for the sake of saying something courteous than with any idea of drawing the stranger out that Fleming turned to him and said, "Perhaps you know something about running rapids too?" The stranger’s bronzed face broke out into a smile, which meant unmistakably, "As well ask Grant if he knew something about fighting battles;" but there was not the faintest trace of boastfulness in his tone as he replied, "I have run a few rapids in my time." "Well, it’s your turn now; tell us your experience," said Fleming, and without much urging Cameron began. "I must explain that I am in the employ of the Hudson Bay Company, and have spent many years in the North-west districts. My duties have required frequent long trips by York boat and bark canoe, in the course of which I have had my full share of tussles with rapids of all kinds. I could tell you half-a-dozen rather exciting little episodes, but I’ll give you only one just now, namely, my passage of the Long Cañon of the Liard in a canvas boat." "In a canvas boat?" broke out Fleming, half incredulously.