"What? did the blessed Saviour die And shed His blood for me? Was it for _my_ sins Jesus wept In dark Gethsemane? "What can poor Indian give to Thee, Jesus, for love like thine? The lands my fathers once possessed Are now no longer mine; "Our hunting-grounds are all upturned By the proud white man's plough, My rifle and my dog, alas! Are my sole riches now. "Yet these I fain would give to Him On Calvary's cross who bled; Will Christ accept so mean a gift?"-- The stranger shook his head. The Indian chief a moment paused, And downward cast his eyes: Then suddenly from round his neck His blanket he unties. "This, with my rifle and my dog, Are all I have to give; Yet these to Jesus I would bring; He died that I might live! "Stranger! will Jesus Christ receive These tokens of my love?" The preacher answered, "Gifts like these Please not the God above." The humble child of ignorance His head in sorrow bent; Absorbing thought unto his brow Its saddening influence lent. He raised his head, a gleam of hope O'er his dark features passed, As when on some deep streamlet's breast The sun's bright beams are cast. His eyes were filled with glistening tears, And earnest was his tone; "Here is poor Indian! Jesus, take, And make him all thine own." A thrill of joy passed through the crowd, To see how grace divine Could cause the heart of th' Indian chief With heav'nly love to shine;-- Such love as made him yield with joy Body and soul to Him Whose watchful care can never fail, Whose love can ne'er grow dim. SAAT. Sir Samuel Baker and his wife made a dangerous and toilsome journey into the burning regions of Central Africa. From a book of travel and adventure published by him we glean such portions as relate to their faithful servant, Saat, the African boy. When a child of six years old, minding his father's goats in the desert, Saat was captured by a hostile Arab tribe, and thrust into a sack, which was placed on a camel's back, and thus he was carried hundreds of miles from home. Every time that the poor child screamed or offered resistance he was threatened that he would be killed by his cruel captors. Saat shortly found himself in the hands of a slave-dealer, by whom he was offered to the Egyptian government as a drummer-boy, but being too small was rejected. A fellow slave told little Saat of an Austrian mission-house in the very town in which they were, that would protect and care for him if he could escape to it. Thither the little boy fled, and found shelter for some time, gaining such instruction as his mind could receive, together with other little waifs and strays, which the missionaries had received at different times.