“Feb. 3rd. . . . Last evening I spent an hour with Captain Orlebar, at his house. He is interested in the Indians. He has contributed towards assisting me during the last three years the sum of about twenty pounds. I have made a good deal of progress in their language. I am compiling a Dictionary and a Grammar, and have brought the former down to P. I had an interesting excursion among the Indians of Nova Scotia when I attended the Association at Liverpool. I found them friendly and interested. I visited the Indian settlement at Shubenacadie and spent all night in a camp. I am now attending a poor sick fellow named Jacob Mitchell. He is going with the Consumption. Sometimes I hope light is beaming upon his darkened mind, at others I am discouraged. One thing is comforting; the work is the _Lord’s_. Oh that I could feel more deeply, and that I could converse with them in their own tongue. I hope yet to accomplish this. “March 28th, 1849.—Yesterday Dr. Tremain drove me over to Brother Bain’s. I made a visit to the Indians. Poor Saku Mesal (Jacob Mitchell) is somewhat better, but I think he cannot live long. By the aid of his wife I succeeded in going on with my vocabulary, and worked at it for about four hours. On my return, to my surprise, I observed a new camp by the roadside, and, naturally enough called in. Just as I drew aside the _kakun_, I heard the old lady say: “_Jigulase_” (be off with you.) “Do you tell me _jigulase_?” says I. “_Mogwa_,” said she, “_Piskwa, Piskwa_,” (come in, come in.) I accordingly entered, and found them pleased enough to see me. The _jigulase_ was said to be a poor creature who had been drinking, I imagine. “April 1st, 1849.—By the “Messenger” I learn that poor Burpee (Missionary to Burma) is far gone with the consumption. He must return if he is able. Who will take his place? I have been (or rather _was_) requested to go, and partially consented. Mrs. Rand objected, and I gave it up; and am reconciled to it with the hope that I may be able to do something for the poor Indians. “April 8th, 1849.—An Indian woman called to-day to inform me that my poor _Nigumach_, Saku Mesal, was supposed to be dying. The Lord knows what is best. I am glad the poor fellow has heard in his own tongue the wonderful works of God, and that he used to pay attention. I am, in short, not without hope that his heart had been changed. “_Kesalt Sasus_,” I lately asked him, (Do you love Jesus?) To which he replied: “_Ah, Kesalt Sasus_” (Indeed, I love Jesus.). “May 21st, 1849. . . . I go a great part of my time into the country. My own wish is to devote myself wholly to the Indians. . . . I must draw up a report of my Micmac Mission. “June 7th, 1849.—I have written my report on the Micmac Mission, and one part has been published in the “Messenger.” I have requested to be employed wholly in this work.