So we found out that the cause of Sandy's restlessness was his great anxiety to help these, his friends, to know the Christ. With glad hearts we cheerfully promised to aid him all we could. Still he lingered, and it was evident that something else was on his mind, although he had very warmly expressed his gratitude for our promise of assistance. We encouraged him to tell us what was still on his heart, so that if possible we might help him. Cheered by our words he said: "Oh! I know you will help me to tell them of Jesus and His love; but you know that most of these boatmen are not yet Christians, and they are so blind and stupid. They are just like I was in my ignorance of this religion--of the Bible; and my trouble and fear is that when I begin to talk to them of this blessed way, they will get up and leave before I have had time to say all that there is in my heart. I am afraid we cannot keep them together unless--unless--" "Unless what?" I said as he stopped. The dear fellow looked up in our faces, and, seeing nothing but encouragement there, mustered up courage to say this that was in his heart: "Unless we give them something to eat." We had been long enough among the Indians to know that the boy was right; for often, to win the poor ignorant creatures and bring them within sound of the Gospel, had we given them even the food from our own table, until we ourselves knew what genuine hunger was. Then we could better understand, how difficult it was for poor hungry listeners to give undivided attention to spiritual exhortations on an empty stomach. "Of course you shall have a dinner for them, Sandy," said my brave wife, "and we will do the best we can afford for you and your people." His cup of happiness seemed full, as he heard this answer, and as we saw the clouds flitting away, I said: "Is this what has been troubling you for days?" "Yes," he replied, "what right have I to ask such a favour from you who have been so kind to me? You let me come into your house when I was wounded, and dark, and wicked; clothed me, and have even treated me as though I had been your son; and best of all, you have led me up into this great joy of knowing that I am a child of God." Here his eyes filled and he was overcome by deep emotion. Much moved, we waited silently until he had controlled himself, when he continued: "You know how every day we have together prayed for my people; and when alone before God I pray for them; they are always in my heart and prayers; and now that I am to have the chance of speaking to them, I do want it to succeed. You know, that the poor pagan Indian seems better able, or more willing, somehow, to listen after he has had something to eat." So it was settled to Sandy's great delight, that when his friends arrived from Nelson River they were to be invited to the mission house for dinner.